#♜ echo : answered

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@vanaglcria asked: ❛ may i have this dance? ❜ / kasumi @ echo ( they definitely aren't dancing )

emotionally charged starters // accepting

If there was one thing Echo was good at (and there were many things at which they excelled), it was holding their own in a fight. They were wiry, and people tended to underestimate them, but they hadn't gotten this far by being a pushover. Echo used their considerable skills to their advantage, slipping out of any hold someone tried to get on them, shifting into a different shape if they had to.

They hadn't been the one that had started this fight, and despite the fact that they were outnumbered, they were holding their own fairly well.

At least until a familiar voice chimed in, to ask if she could have a dance. Echo grinned, actively dodging a fist that had been thrown their way, springing backwards into a completely unnecessary flip.

"I could probably fit you onto my dance card," they said with a grin, kicking a leg out and sending one of their opponents sprawling. They didn't tend to turn down opportunities like this one very often, after all.

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CHAPTER 98: SCORCHED EARTH

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“I think I’d rather just kill you.”

“Then?”

“Kill them.” He nodded to the door, “Pave the way for Hydra to rise again.”

“And Barnes?”

“They broke him once. They can do it again,” he said lowly, a snarl itching at the back of his throat, “Then again, he broke you once too. Maybe you will survive through the night. You’ll be right at home with the Doctor once again.”

“You know, it’s funny,” (F/N) scoffed, “He and I were talking…”

He blinked, the smile on his face dropping instantly, “What? What did you just say?”

“He came to me in Warsaw,” she said as a smile twisted to her face, “He had a job for me. Said he wants you dead.”

“Did he?” he asked through gritted teeth, “And you took it?”

“I didn’t say I did—”

“Why didn’t you kill him?”

“I—”

A manic chuckle echoed through the building as he ran his fingers through his hair in disbelief, “You couldn’t do it, could you? What was it? Curiosity? Stupidity?”

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[BaileyRichard] ♜ for my muse to kiss an area where yours is insecure [+Reverse, R

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It was something sort of ingrained into him when he was young. Maybe it was Melody's words trapped in his mind even as years went by and Richard aged all he saw when he caught sight of that scare was how it was a reminder of the truth. At least what he felt was the truth.  Therapy was helping but facing it after ignoring those echoing words of disappointment? it wasn’t easy to face.  A constant fight of what Richard was raised to think and what was actual truth. Sometimes the things installed into him just resurfaced, had a lot todo with why he was today as an adult.  In the back of his head he sometimes couldn’t get that idea out of his mind. Luck on his side however as the sudden motion of the bed when Bailey jumped on to the mattress seemed to snap him from his own world. Richard looked over his shoulder a moment to look at the Rooster who was brightly smiling his way. Richard only to roll his eyes after and return to lying on the bed, letting his face rest into the pillows. Bailey’s movement causing the bed to dip as they made their way to sit next to Richard, gently rubbing a hand over Richard’s bear back. It felt nice, relaxing even. Work was a rough one today, sure he lived and thrived on the busy days but he was still just like anyone else and could feel tried from a good days work.  Excuses.

Tried to tune that thought out as he sighed instead focusing on Bailey’s fringes tracing circles on his back as they cooed and asked if he was tried. Simply nodding in response, Bailey was just so calming. Smiling a bit when he felt the weight of Bailey’s head on his back now gently nuzzling against him. Richard sighing softly as he could feel Bailey’s ‘floof’ against his back. They were always so soft honestly the perfect blanket. Bailey’s fringes resumed to tracing over Richard’s back as they both just rested on the bed like so, till Bailey made his way to the scare on Richard left shoulder. In the past he would have tensed up but now? he was a bit more used to Bailey showing attention to that scare he loathed. 

Should Richard be lying her soaking in this affection right now? maybe he needed to be working. Any second spent not doing that was just a waste right? he was meant to be something by now... Why was fighting against their words so hard. Bailey’s vice broke through to Richard as they asked if he was okay.  “no.” Richard didn’t even notice at first that he said that. Bailey seemed concerned but they also knew how Richard could be about talking about. You could convince a wall it wasn’t a wall much easier then you could get the eagle to creak open the lid he had on stuff like this. The other day Bailey had noticed Richard’s mood and was kind enough to fill his request to just hold his hand. It was unfair of Richard he knew that to keep so much to himself, it wasn’t against Bailey, it wasn’t for Bailey’s sake either..speaking things just meant Richard had to face them. It made them real. Which could be terrifying.  “what’s the first word that comes to mind when you think of me?” he asked after not speaking for for a time. Though he didn’t give Bailey a chance to really answer that. “I know many think, full of himself, or egoistical. Not that either is wrong I mean I am sure I back it up and prove why I’m a gift to the world.” Ego inflating already, as Richard had to mentally tell himself to let it drop letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. “I was meant to be prefect. Fit into this mold my parents had planed out.” Thinking back to all the days spent under their pressure just wanting to prove himself to them. Earn their love. He knew they screwed him up hell he still had remains traces from his childhood.  “I think myself as being above it all, not anything like others. Perfect.” slightly turning his head to rest his cheek against the pillow as he looked toward his shoulder. Where he had a ever last reminder of the truth. 

“I’m not perfect though.” words never once said but felt for so long. “That is what that scare is always there to remind me of. How I failed, crumbled to impossible standards. Why I boast so much” why I need to he thought. “Why I live for compliments or praise even.  Despite Bailey being right there, all Richard wanted right now was to be hiding his face into their feathers. To rest against their chest and listen to Bailey heart beat against his ears, a sound he knew as well as the melody of ‘I love you a Latte’ or Bailey own piece he wrote for Richard. Bailey’s hand once again ran over the scare, the motion having much more thought behind it this time though. Tracing over the scared skin, the bumps and such. Tracing around where it met with Richard’s feathers, before lifting their head up. Richard didn’t need to ask why though as he felt their beak press against his scare. Bailey moving his arms to hug Richard after getting his hands to move under him. Holding on tightly to Richard.  It could be hard to face the things Richard rather ignore and push off to the side, ignore and act weren’t there. Drown those thoughts out over the roaring cries of needed praise...but sometimes that wasn’t enough. What worked better was what ever this was. It was easier to face these things when Bailey was by his side like so. Because it made a different thought come to mind now. 

I don’t need to be perfect. Just me. For him. 

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@missallanea asked: CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS HOUR !! With so many faces worn over the years, both mimicries of the real thing and carefully constructed masks, does Echo remember their own face? Or is it simply a facsimile, repeated, and repeated, and repeated, warped and twisted into their best recollection of their true face?

If this question were posed to Echo directly, they would likely laugh and toss their head, giving some sort of clever non-answer to distract from the fact that they're not sure if they've ever known their true face.

When they were alive, they were so disconnected from who they were born, who their parents thought they were "supposed" to be that even then, they constructed a new identity. But that felt more like them than anything that had come before. Was that their true face? The one they chose, the one they shaped, through careful masks, careful choices?

Or was it the one they saw in the mirror, beneath everything they tried, no matter how much they didn't want to see it, no matter how much it made them feel uncomfortable in their own skin?

And what of now? When they can mold their flesh so easily, in a way they never could, despite their desperation, when they were alive? They feel more at home in themself than they ever did. Is this their true face? The one they so frequently return to?

The truth of the matter is, in the simplest of terms, no. Echo doesn't remember the face they had when they were alive. But they think it's better this way.

[helldustedstories]

@vanaglcria asked: OTPs  +  nOTPs  + Echo & Vox?

to ship or not to ship // accepting

OTPs: Echo/Kasumi, Echo/Molly, Echo/Thatcher NOTPs: Echo/Val (he rubs them the wrong way)

(Like I mentioned previously, Echo is pretty open and pretty easy to throw anywhere/ at anyone, for a lot of reasons. They continue to be a little shit, which will likely never change. ^^)

OTPs: PolyVees!, Vox/Val, Vox/Velvette NOTPs: Probably Vox/Alastor

(I haven't had a chance to do much of anything with him yet, so he's pretty open!)

[helldustedstories]

@hzbinsouled asked: OTPs + nOTPs + Stolas, Husk aaaand Echo? 👀

to ship or not to ship // accepting

OTP: Stolas/Blitz. It's Blitz. That's pretty much it. (And no one was surprised. XD) NOTPs: Stolas/any women, especially Stella; Stolas/Vero (this one also gets its own space cause I've seen a lot more of it since AT and it makes me uncomfy), Stolas/Ozzie, Stolas/Andre, Stolas/Val

(Really, Stolas needs more friends than he does anything else, and since my brain just.....can't ship him with anyone other than Blitz, oops.)

OTPs: Husk/Angel (obviously. xD), Husk/Kasumi, Husk/happiness? (I'm probably missing some oops) NOTPs: Husk/Alastor, Husk/Val

(Those are my Big Feelings; I could probably be persuaded for most other things. ^^)

OTPs: Echo/Kasumi, Echo/Molly, Echo/Thatcher NOTPs: Echo/Val (he rubs them the wrong way)

(Echo is pretty open, considering! Haven't done too much with them, and they're a little shit, so everyone should be aware of that. ^^)

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@hzbinsouled asked: ❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜ molly @ echo (alive or in hell, your choice!)

Unlike the first time they'd met on what had been the first of Molly's birthdays they'd spent together, Theo was the one in the suit today. They felt a lot more comfortable in their own skin this way, something that Molly seemed to understand. Truthfully, they're still a little surprised that Molly had been so okay with them when they'd first met.

Then again, she'd been posing as her twin brother at the time, so it shouldn't be that strange to them that she accepted them as they were. And not only that, she seemed to genuinely like them, if the fact that they'd started going out after that meant anything.

Of course, she could just want someone to spend time with when her brother was with his own beau, but Theo was only too glad to spend time with her. It was a little strange when they had to slip into their dresses and hang off of Anthony's arm, but if it helped to keep everyone safe, it was one of those things that they were willing to do.

But they very much preferred when it was just them and Molly, sitting together, spending time with one another.

Tonight, they were on the roof of the building, passing a cigarette back and forth. All four of them had been talking about living under the same roof, to make their comings and goings less suspicious. Because if Ray and Anthony shared one side of the apartment while Molly shared the other side with them, no one would think anything of it. Molly and Anthony were twins; of course they'd want to be nearby one another. And they would each want to have their beaus nearby, and this was an entirely innocent way of going about that.

To the outside world, anyway. It really was kind of brilliant, even if it meant Theo had to wear dresses coming and going. But Molly always gave them plenty of time to slip somewhere to change, which they appreciated.

They exhale, handing her the cigarette as Molly speaks, and they just look at her for a long moment, a little smile on their face.

"What, you didn't think you'd find someone who'd be willing to help your brother out, same way you are?" they ask, a touch of amusement in their voice. They just watch her for a long moment, before reaching out to put their hand over hers. "I'm not in this for him," they murmur, eyes never leaving her face.

They haven't really talked about what they are, what this fully means…., but maybe they should. Because Theo's pretty sure they haven't felt like this about anyone before.

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@hzbinsouled asked: “ I feel my soul drawn to you. ” ~gently places molly here for echo bc yes 👀

quotes found on pinterest // accepting

Echo was very good at reading people; it was one of the skills they relied on the most both in their job and in their daily life. They didn't trust very easily, keeping their walls up, even if they were flirting or working a job. So why did they feel so strange every time they came to this place?

They'd found the restaurant when they'd been following a mark for a client, gathering intel on who they were meeting and where. It had been ridiculously simple to take on the appearance of a nondescript sinner, someone no one would think twice about, to slip into a booth behind the cheating spouse, and to get a plethora of damning details for their client, including a few recordings, to show without a shadow of a doubt that the spouse was cheating. And not only that, who they were cheating with, since they had been well aware of the infidelity going in.

The food had been good, so they'd gone back in their usual skin, and ended up chatting with the owner when she'd decided to talk to some of the tables. Something felt…..familiar about her, but before they had any sort of chance to figure anything out, she'd moved on. It had been a pleasant enough exchange, and they'd decided to go back a different day, wearing another face, just to see if they could watch her, could get any idea of why it felt like they should know her.

They couldn't put their finger on it, so they started dropping by any time they knew she'd be in. Eventually, she started joining them, if only for a few minutes. The more they talked, the more their memory stirred, until they were just about able to grab onto why they knew her with both hands…, only for it to slip away again.

This time, though, Molly had been sitting with them for quite some time, neither of them saying anything, just….existing in the same space.

At least until Molly speaks, her words soft, but resonant, striking a chord deep within the shapeshifter.

“ I feel my soul drawn to you, ” she murmurs, her hand on the table between them.

Even though they'd chatted a few times, they'd never touched. Something within them knew that if they did…., everything was going to change. And part of them was afraid of what that meant.

But after only a moment of hesitation…., they reach out, covering her hand with their own, as they murmur, "I know what you mean."

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@allcluia asked: “ I’m paid to make men believe what they want to believe. “ Caly @ Echo

Moulin Rouge sentence starters // accepting

Echo lets out a little laugh, resting their chin in their hand at Caly's words. They'd discovered that the two of them had some things in common, which was always interesting, as far as Echo was concerned. They were used to adapting to other people, so when they met someone else who did the same sort of thing, it tended to throw them for a little bit of a loop, at least to start.

Playing a part had always been easier for them than being themself, and they weren't entirely sure who that was, after all these years.

Still, they like Calypso, and they're perfectly capable of pulling on a persona as-needed; they'd done it their whole life, after all. Why should now be any different?

"Sounds like good business," they say with a grin. "They're so easy to manipulate. Certainly makes my job simpler," Echo adds. They were in a comparable line of work, really, though it was their job to get men to tell them what they knew, which sometimes involved making them believe what they wanted to.

"We should work together sometime," they suggest with a laugh. "Bet we could really do some damage." Between Caly's abilities and Echo's ability to fulfill just about any physical fantasy, they would be unstoppable.

[helldustedstories]

Where does your soul rest?

painted on a canvas

if your body wasn't made of flesh and bones, your soul would live painted on a canvas, mixed in quick, colorful strokes of pinks and reds, of blues and oranges. your existence itself is pure art; although you might be ripped at your edges, you're still a masterpiece. people admire you and look up to you for your creativity and your uniqueness, that truly make you one of a kind. to someone you're a muse, an inspiration, something that takes your breath away. i wonder- how does it feel to be so marvelous? to be such a beautiful creature, dipped in so many shades of colors? i think your soul would smell like fresh crisp morning air, the kind you smell when you wander in woods and the sunlight barely creeps through the trees. i'd spend hours just admiring you. 

Tagged by: @hzbinsouled, ty! ^^ Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it!

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@fearedelight asked: Smash or Pass + Thatcher for Echo, only since you sent them for him akjgenagkjn

smash or pass? // accepting

Echo leans back, grinning broadly. "Oh, smash, without question," they respond, almost too quickly, a little laugh lacing their words. He fascinated them, he was damn good-looking, and well, the idea of actually retaining their own sense of self? Yeah, that was tempting too.

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CHAPTER 79 // EYE OF THE HURRICANE

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A cool breeze blew through the valley, rippling softly through the night and bringing the sweet smell of rain from the top of the mountain and swirling the savory scent of Mrs. Cavanaugh’s food. Sparkling stars blanketed the dark sky, offset by the warm, twinkling strands of lights that decorated the courtyard. Music and laughter echoed through the valley, bouncing off the trees before being drowned out by the sound of distant thunder. 

A storm was on the horizon. Lightning flashed through the clouds further up the mountain, but you didn’t care, nor did anyone else. For once, the night was yours. Without a worry or a care. 

With your suit jacket long discarded, your sleeves carefully rolled up and your tie undone, you were finally relaxed. 

After a month of being on the run and on edge, you felt a strange calm in the air. 

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SEASON 3, EPISODE 5 // THE SAFEHOUSE

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“Dubai is behind us, my friend.” He smiled, taking his drink from the bartender and looking into the scarlet liquid before taking a sip, “Mm.” 

“What?”

“Delicious,” Davies said, “And, I believe I’ve had a rather good idea.” 

Klaue spat a laugh, the sound echoing through the bar as he shook his head. 

“The last time you had a good idea, I got this,” he seethed, pulling down the collar of his shirt to show off the scarred brand that had been stamped there years earlier. 

Davies scoffed, sipping his drink again, “And we made off with a quarter-ton of Vibranium. That’s two billion dollars, Ulysses. And which one of us decided to hoard it?”

“We both know my men can keep it safer than yours.” 

“I wouldn’t call your scrounging lackeys ‘men’,” he chuckled, leaning back in his chair as Klaue looked him over with a roll of his eye. 

“Besides the point, Davies,” he drawled with a sniff before reaching up to tap his temple, “What you got cookin’ up there?”

“The Good Doctor.” 

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» SEASON 3, EPISODE 5 // THE SAFEHOUSE

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