#Belayadeath

[tartt9]

"I think I'm a fast learner. I mean, like... if you were trying t'teach me summat, I'd pick it up quickly." Jamie's got his hands shoved up under his shirt as he sways side to side at his hips. "Unless it's, like, maths or science. Weren't ever really good at those."

@belayadeath liked the starter call !

[usyrps]

THE DRAGON-RIDER KING AND HIS LADY-KNIGHT ETERNAL.

( &. @belayadeath ft. byanka starkova. )

[b0kksu]

what if bi stole his dumb glasses? what then?

      First off, they’re cartier, okay? Second off, he will die within one second left in the sun touching his pretty face. No sunblock? Dead Satoru, no glasses? Double dead, that happens, look it up.

                    “Couldn’t you just stab me instead? That seems more friendly”  

[waynepire]

‘ i don't think this is the appropriate moment. ‘

A lot has changed in the past few days, Bruce finds himself wanting to spend time with Bianca, finds himself actually wanting to engage in the behaviors they've been engaging in for show. They kiss, and his heart flutters. They hold hands, and his cheeks turn red as if he were a teenager again. We're newlyweds, he usually explains, but he could only say it so many times before he needed to acknowledge what was going on — and nip it in the bud if need be.

They were getting dressed for dinner, and he ties his tie rather quickly — he stands in the mirror, watching as the knot forms as his hands move. “ Hey, got a question. ” He calls out, turning his head towards her. She's putting her earrings in, or something. I don't think this is the appropriate moment?

“ When else would be appropriate? ” He should back down. This relationship is for show. But if that's the case, why does he feel like this? All gooey and mushy. Blech. Still, against his better judgement, he proceeds. “ What do you say after all this we go get a drink? Could use it. ” He pauses, moving from the mirror to look at her. “ But as us. Not these personas. ”

[wineassassin]

with @belayadeath: SEBSTER

"oh god please, please don't let that be my new nickname." sebastian ruffles bianca's hair before he hugs her, pretending to sigh and roll his eyes as he dreads the continued use of the word 'sebster.' "would you do me a great big favor and pick something else to affectionately call me? there are a whole host of other options. seb, bastian... you could just call me by my last name and be done with it." before he breaks their hug, he plants a sweet kiss to bianca's forehead. "all jokes aside, i missed you. great to see your face again after so long. and speaking of your face..." sebastian takes to a bit of concern in that moment, gently taking bianca by the chin and studying the numerous scars and lines on her face — new wounds, marks he's never seen before. "where did these come from?" he asks, and his tone shifts dramatically, features drenched in affection and worry. "what have you been getting into while i've been gone? are you all right?"

[praesparo]

〆 —  @belayadeath  ,    ❝ try not to talk.  ❞

                    ❝ that's gon' be a little harder than you think, chere. considerin' ...  ❞ gambit snaps back through gritted teeth, devil eyes staring down at the bullet currently lodged into his abdomen. blood was seeping everywhere, trickling down his side & onto the floor. he hisses, not entirely sure how he ended up in this situation. gambit knew exactly how. this bullet was meant for her yet he stepped in the way, chancing his odds against death once again. but this time, for someone else. her fingers were rooted deep in his side, attempting to remove the bullet before he could patch himself up. she moved with a great amount of experience, which he could admire. ❝ ... you got your hand stuck up my side tryin' to find this here bullet.  ❞

[halfdent]

Exhaustion  consumes  him  .  He  won't  sleep  .  Can't  sleep  .  Their  mind  is  a  torturous  cavern  .  He  is  himself  for  the  moment  ;  sleep  was  an  opportunity  for  the  other  to  seize   their  shell. 

❝   𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃  𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳  𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃  .  ❞  HE  hisses  .  ❝   𝙸'𝙼  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝚃𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙳   ❞  The  dark  rings  under  the  eye  masked  by  skin  suggest  otherwise  .  Still  he  won't  sleep  .  Can't  sleep  .  He's  been  doing  anything  to  avoid  the  heaviness  of  slumber  .  Smoke  ,  drink  coffee  ,  drink  ,  smoke  ,  drink  coffee  ,  drink  .  Take  pills  .  Again  &&  again  .  HE has  consumed  Dent's  exhaustion  , HE  would  carry  on  when  Harvey  can  no  longer  .  That's  what  makes  him  stronger  . 

@belayadeath 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝙳 :when's the last time you slept? / PROMPTS FOR CHECK INS

[tartt9]

❛ is everything okay? ❜

"Yeah! Yeah, all good, yeah!" Jamie dismisses any concern with a wave of his hand, tone cheery [ overly cheery, falsely cheery ]. There's a bright smile on his face, but it doesn't reach his eyes, nor does it come even close to doing so. One would think that he's past the point of getting this upset about results not going his way, but one would be incorrect. At his core, he's still the boy who wants to win every single thing he can possibly win, take all three points out of every single game he plays. "I'm great. I'm fine. C'mon, d'you wanna- like, go for a run or summat? I mean, if you're not- not into a run, we don't have to go for a run, but I was thinking about going for a run. How d'you even feel about runs? D'you have asthma? Don't tell me you've got asthma. I'm gonna go on a run. You can come with me, if y'want. Dunno how far it'll be, but I'm gonna run. D'you want to?"

@belayadeath from here !

[usyrps]

@belayadeath , bi demands a kiss from the king 🤨

hues of light stray through the palatial hall, collecting in the steel of the thousand swords moulding the throne, like water in a glass. THE DRAGON-KING LOUNGES OVER THE THRONE, one leg hooked over a sword, crown slanting with his posture — it is rare to find privacy here, rarer still for them to be afforded time together amid the war efforts. when her figure lingers in his peripheral, he is quick to cast his gaze toward her, violet swirling with delight for her presence, the dawn in his eyes made all the brighter for it.

❛ to refute you would be unjust, ❜ aegon drawls in coy amusement, her wrist caught in his grasp, caressing her pulse as he draws her closer, as she makes her demands of him, and he knows he can do not but yield.

THEIRS IS AN OATH SWORN IN BLOOD, HIS LIFE AND HERS OWED ONE TO THE OTHER. where he is forged in fire, all-consuming, with his creature appetites and cravings, she wears winter like a long-begotten cloak, something ancient and dark, sharper than swords. yet she had indulged him, as he indulges her now, at his side, in gratitude eternal. in throes of cupidity, where he dwells most days, like a dragon curled upon its hoard, he had decided he was not letting her go.

❛ you did best my knights, i'm told... again. ❜ the admission is uttered with such acclaim; yet it is not entirely truthful. his council does not like her much and they seldom speak of her. he oft lingers near the courtyard whenever he knows bianca is bound to draw her sword. it is pleasant to watch from an outsider's perspective when his own heart does not lay in offering to the sharp end of it, though that, too, had its appeal. gloved hand sneaks to grasp her hip, pull her closer, so that she may lean over his seated figure. with his chin tipped upward, aegon ensnares her lips with his own. ❛ i can be demanding, too. ❜ the hilt of her sword presses to his stomach now. it only spurs him to pull her ever closer, teeth finding her lip, ravishing, parted lips inviting her to do the same, to be greedy with him.

[waynepire]

how did u get these pics of him

[wineassassin]

bianca says " nerd ".

sebastian says "i know you are, but what am i?"

[denouemente]

there was a sort of comfort benjamin felt around @belayadeath, one he hadn’t experienced since stephanie. part of that scared him, of course — and most of the time, he didn’t acknowledge it. part of him probably felt guilty, letting himself get this way around someone else. the other part of him knows she wouldn’t want him to be sad and alone. why was it so hard?

“ do you mind if we just stay here? ” the sky was covered in dark clouds, and benjamin had sprawled himself out over his couch. he had a feeling she’d say yes, considering the pouring rain and the lightning crackling across the sky. “ sorry everything got kinda ruined. in my defense, it didn’t look like it was going to rain today. ” he holds his arm out, allowing for her to curl up next to him. and there was that feeling again. his heart soared once he felt her body against his, and then sank just as quickly. he needed to distract himself. remind himself this was okay. stephanie’s voice plays in his mind, telling him such. it’s okay, benny. benjamin turns to look at bianca, a somewhat cocky smile. “ sitting on the couch seems kinda lame compared to a star - lit picnic, doesn’t it? ” he jokes, nose scrunching. somehow, you make it better. she retorts, and that soaring feeling returns. but not the sinking feeling. thank god. “ well, i hope so. ” he says, leaning his forehead against her cheek. “ and i hope what i packed is still just as good on a couch. i kind of had a different location in mind when i put it together. ”

[sacrligium]

@belayadeath : ❝ that's not the worst thing i've ever heard but it's certainly up there. ❞

it was . . . a simple phone call sans bavardage. the issue was rather straightforward: an infamous blackmailer by the name of milverton has taken a liking to antagonize public figures. the professor had no such interest in such parasites, but recognised the risk he implied. it was entirely a matter of time before that snake-eyed beast peered from the corridor with its greedy maw gruesomely wide open, laughing. the morning had been spent combing through contacts with minute scrutiny, reaching out to his associates' acquaintances until the most remote thread to him could ever be made. which is how moriarty found himself sitting by his desk with a phone on his hand, neglecting his assistant as well as the clutter of paper &. heavy files on its surface. the lad even glanced at the professor at the cruel tone in his voice as he slowly pronounced his wishes to flay a man &. dump whatever remains at the parliament's front door as a gift, surely planting the seeds of incrimination on one of the politicians milverton had dancing on his palm.

" flattery seems below you, miss. " he said, after a moment worth of silence. " now, i would appreciate it a great deal if you could handle this matter. "

[up1on]

arrest me pls

i'm gonna arrest you for that icon alone whaT THE FUCK T

[tartt9]

' i'm not a good person. '

Bouncing his knee as he sits, Jamie takes another sip of yet another unasked-Roy-for coffee. It's not like breaking meal plan with a few extra cups of coffee a week is going to kill him. [ Roy might kill him if he finds out, but that's beside the point. ] He looks over at her when she speaks, head tilting to the side ever so slightly. "What d'you mean by that?" he asks. She hasn't done anything to him to make him think that she's not a good person. But then again, what does Jamie know about judging people's characters? "T'be fair... I weren't exactly a good person neither. I mean, I like t'think I am now, 'cus, like, I've changed, and saw a therapist and allat, but... I weren't. Can't believe some people from back then still speak t'me, honestly."

@belayadeath from here !

[cruoren]

there are two simultaneous truths: serpents infesting a rich valley pose a danger and render its resources unreachable. yet, eradicating them is ineffective and costly. the first order knows this basic principle, as the empire once did. the crime syndicates that slither in the margins of the galaxy, and in turn, at the edges of legality, are just that — hungry serpents, a thousand-headed, chasing profits. cutting one off spurs many more. they cannot be rid of, but the venom is a resource in its own right, and if utilized effectively, if the creature is stripped of its teeth, it can be made a weapon. then, it stands for the institution to adopt a pragmatic philosophy: permit their illicit dealings within a controlled parameter. the distribution of weapons, employment of militia and bounty hunters, control over trade routes, it is all made easier through such an agreement.

ren had little care for the details of commerce & contract, even as he'd stood in the grand chamber, listening to snoke's tirade reverberating off the walls in its incessancy. a syndicate had overstepped its boundaries, that notion had swayed his attention, with the intimate knowledge it would be him that would handle this defiance. they are in possession of prototype schematics for a weapon the galaxy was not prepared to know of.

now, as he strode through the corridor of the ship he & his troopers had infiltrated, holographic displays flickered with the disruption posed by the buzz of his lightsaber, the angry red sizzling vividly. the dim lighting caught on his mask, reflecting like embers off the indents. the knight looked at the woman as she looked at him, unmoving. beneath the metal veil, he might've even been amused. there was a ribbon of darkness swirling in her blood, thrumming beneath her flesh, and he could not ignore it, even as she held a blaster to his chest.

@belayadeath said: ❛ come, why are you holding back? ❜

❝ why are you? ❞ the hollow void of metal met her eyes, head cant in inquiry, prompt, challenge. he twirls the lightsaber around, casually, but does not lift it. he steps forward, the barrel almost pressed to his armor, millimetres away. absentmindedly, he considers tugging on that thread of darkness, seeing if she will unravel. ❝ your employers know why i have been sent, i'm certain. compliance is advised, but you are free to attempt defying. ❞