#adsagsona.

[ofemeraldstars]

Thinya knew that Kili wouldn't want to return to Erebor. It was too much, he was finally healing after all. Far from the place that would cause many more sorrows in his heart. The dwarves who let them have the small house were kind enough to offer them shelter for as long as they needed. Thinya was aware that that Kili would need more time.

As Kili joined the bed, Thinya smiled and turned to face him. Looking at him in the eyes, the woman shook her head. "We don't care if people would talk about us, Kee." She looked worried about her friend, sad to see how distressed he looked. Her hand caressed his chest tenderly before she added. "I believe that the dwarves of Erebor will respect you and be happy to see you. No one will talk about us."

She paused before adding: "Besides.. If they talk about us, let them." She paused before saying: "I can handle rumours. It's will be okay." Her smile grew fonder as she looked at Kili. Her heart was beating fast as she kept caressing his chest slowly. There was a special connection with him, something quite strong that made her realise that she would be willing to be his Queen if he asked her.

Kili readily agreed that they could always return, but he wasn't ready to leave yet. The burden of kingship lay ahead and the young dwarf didn't feel like it was time. He needed to heal, to feel more like himself again before he could even think of taking up such a task.

As Thinya told him that she would be happy to share the bed, there was a sense of relief. He wouldn't have even thought of asking this before Erebor, he'd probably get a laughing slap on his shoulder for it, but now it was a comfort. He was aware that friends normally didn't do this, but he could find no fault with either Thinya or him.

He sat down on the bed, removing his boots as well together with the heavy tunic and trousers, leaving him in a light long shirt and long undergarments which covered him sufficiently. He slid beneath the blankets, laying on his side. "Would people talk of us?" He asked quietly. "Of what happens here?"

[maybe-this-time-i-will-get-lucky]

He won’t ever be used of being a slave. Here, or there, in this house or another… It has been a few years, and still, his freedom felt like it was just right in front of him. Behind those walls and those streets. Just a few steps away. And yet here he was, sold again a few weeks ago, following his new dominus wherever he goes, coming back with him to his ludus, bringing the wine in his arms to the kitchen. Then, his duty would bring him to assist Doctore, taking care of the equipment, assuring the water whenever it was needed.

The men were training, gladiators and recruits. Kade observed them carefully. A part of him – only a part – envied them. Training to fight, to become stronger… If he could forget about the arena for a moment, he could remember how were his mentor’s lessons.

I am a feather in the eagle’s wing. A living dagger, plunged from the sky into the heart of chaos. I am a truth unknown, a scabbard unfilled, a son of the Nile, and a defender of the people. You cannot kill me, for I walk among the dead. Come forth by day, and I will guide you home.

He was repeating those words every day, once each morning, fearing to forget them if he ever skips them. A teaching he wouldn’t hear in this place where the gladiators fought for the glory, the rewards. “Wine and women” as they say, laughing. And nobody was laughing louder than Gannicus.

Kade looked at him, of course he knew his name. The favorite gladiator of House Batiatus. The man was a legend here. And he was fighting and fighting, two swords, no shield, like he always does. He was better than his opponent: stronger, faster, more agile… it was like watching a cat playing with his food.

Doctore gave an order, and Kade obeyed. He brought water in the courtyard; in a few seconds the men will be allowed a break.

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[huntresscaraquinn]

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@adsagsona

Time travel wasn’t spoke of often, but she knew it was possible in the supernatural world, had heard the stories of those who had gone through it and - obviously - returned. Still, none of the cases she’d worked lately were even remotely related to it, which led her to believe this was tied to one of the many supernatural creatures she’d pissed off in her time as a hunter. Or it could somehow be connected to Analiese; she always did love to play the long game - even more so if that game involved some sort of new pain or torture. Regardless, one moment she’d been fighting off a number of men in her motel room (it had to be men to break through all of her signs and sigils and salt lines), and the next she was unconscious. When she came to... At first she thought she’d just been dumped somewhere, but it wasn’t taking her long to put the pieces together. “What’s the difference between wandering them alone and getting on a horse with a man that I don’t know?” The answer to that was the sound of gunshot piercing the air. In an instant, the man was sending his horse away while bidding her to come with him. And with little choice in the matter - considering she couldn’t pull any of her own guns - she followed after him.

[goneawandering]

Ross had felt Regan tossing and turning for most of the night and that of course made sure that he wasn't getting much sleep either. He turned around to take her into his arms and snuggle against her. "Hm, I know... it is a lot sometimes. But not sleeping isn't going to make it any better. We'll be meeting with the bank tomorrow and after that we'll probably be ok. And if not... we'll find a way too. It's us, it just has to work out." While Ross didn't feel so confident himself, he tried not to show it to Regan.

Despite being exhausted, sleep wasn't coming to her as easy as she had hoped. Every thought opened a proverbial box that led to more and more questions and worries. This had become their home and she was terrified that it may all just...disappear like this.

While she had tried not to wake Ross, she couldn't get comfortable either. It wasn't home, which didn't help any, and when he pulled her to him, she immediately felt bad for keeping him up. "I'm sorry I woke you," she murmured, sighed.

"I know it does. I just....am struggling." But, maybe if she just listened to his breathing, let herself relax as much as possible, sleep would grab hold for at least a few hours.

@adsagsona

[the-life-we-fear]

@adsagsona

Blood dripped down Liana's arm. Her skin burned as she ran through the forest, branches snapping back at her as she ran past creating more scratches along her skin, tearing more of the fabric of her dress. But she didn't stop. She needed to get away fast. She couldn't hear them anymore, but the beating of her heart against her ribs could have been drowning them out. She kept moving.

It wasn't until a couple of hours of running did she finally stop. Her dress torn to shreds. She pressed her back against the trunk of a bending tree, it's bark digging into her back as she slowly slid down it, pulling her knees to her chest. Her eyes darted around the forest around her. It wasn't until a branch snapped somewhere in the dark beyond the trees did she stand back up. "Please, I beg of you.' She dug her nails into the tree behind her. "Just don't-don't hurt me.'

[bloodyxballet]

@adsagsona asked "I'm beginning to think that I don't understand women at all." From Gann

Dylan laughs brightly at him and nods his head "i don't thin that any man you meet knows anything about understanding women. i sometimes wonder if women even understand themselves because i sure don't." He looks at the other with a cocked eyebrow "i don't care how drunk you get me i still won't understand them and that's fine with me. i'm a man who likes a little mystery."

[kit-just-kit]

*(Closed starter for @adsagsona - Conwoman verse)*

While his back was turned, she hoisted herself up on the barstool, took a fifty from her purse and laid it out on the bartop, then fixed on a beaming smile. He might not be that happy to see her, but the money would help make him amenable to her proposition.

"Hello Gann, it's been a while" Kit greeted, sliding the bill nearer. "I'll take a Grey Goose, double, on the rocks please?".

[ofemeraldstars]

Seeing his handsome smile melted her heart. She couldn't help but being in awe with her husband. The way he encouraged her made her blush. "Sometimes I wonder, Charles." She whispered, knowing that she's made for this life. However, she sometimes wonders if she's doing the right thing. Her fingers caressed his face tenderly as she looked at him in the eyes.

As he covered her with those kisses, the woman chuckled and pressed her body against his. His words touched her as she whispered. "Well I shall be thankful as well. I couldn't imagine a better match." She smiled. The way he said this made her feel that he was happy to have her as his wife. It truly honoured her as she truly loved Charles. She had grown into this very devoted wife, who would do anything for her husband.

Slowly hiding into his arms, Thinya whispered. "I am proud of the way we are growing." She looked back at him in the eyes. "I may have been difficult at the beginning, I am thankful for the efforts we both made. I am honoured and proud to be your wife, Charles."

"Ah, I knew it." Charles smiled broadly as his wife admitted that she had been invited to tea with the Queen. He was glad that Katherine loved his wife so much and thought her capable of a great role in her rooms. "Of course you can do this!" He reassured Thinya when she said as much.

"You are made for this life, Thinya." More than him at the least, but he'd had the good fortune to be raised together with Henry because the young prince needed friends at the time. In his childhood years Henry had been the second son and would never have become a king. Now, Charles reaped the benefits of Henry being a king.

Leaning in he kissed first one of her cheeks, and then the other before giving a peck to her mouth. "I will need to thank the king for the match he has made for me."

[awynter]

starter for ross ♡ @adsagsona

As the men cracked the whips and hurried away, Anne was left hugging herself in a cloud of dust. It was just her luck, when everything seemed to be going well, she had to be struck down by bad luck. Thankfully, she had only been dropping off some letters at the post, leaving little for the highwaymen to steal from her person, but that didn't make the encounter any less rattling.

She wandered down the dirt road, in the direction her carriage had been riding before it'd been ransacked and stolen. Anne had no way of knowing how far she was from the nearest town and she didn't know how long it would be until someone else crossed her path. Just as the thought began to plant a seed of panic in her chest, she heard the soft thundering of horse hooves in the distance and she turned to face the direction of the noise. With a desperate expression, she waved her hands to try to get their attention and let out a heavy sigh of relief when they slowed to a stop.

"Please help me, I-I think I'm stranded.."

[royal-descent]

@adsagsona

"I'm still a prince even if I will never sit on a throne." being the youngest prince he had no claim to the throne with so many brothers head of him in line but it didn't matter so much to him. What did matter to him was that people treated him like he wasn't worth their time because of that.

"I matter. Please just treat me like a person."

[paganpillar]

Adsaxsona: "Weaver of Spells" and Gaulish goddess of the Underworld, witches, revenge, justice, and magick.

[ofemeraldstars]

Thinya smiled. "That's where I come from. When I tell you that my family has close bonds with the Royal Family, this isn't a lie." She chuckled before then hearing his words about his family. "Oh. Well that gives us a point in common." She smiled, although she could feel something off about the way he spoke of his family. Thinya decided not to ask, just to let him talk in case he wanted.

As he spoke his words about her parents, Thinya sighed. "It's not that easy in this world..." She bit her lip and added: "My father is a Count. He... Thinks traditionally." She then heard his words about the mother of Brandon and couldn't help but feel her heart clench for Caz and Brandon. "I am so sorry..." She looked back at Brandon and smiled at his words calling him the best gift. "I know you are, and that's what makes you a great father, Caz." Thinya looked back at him and blushed lightly at his last words. "Oh... If I ever have kids..." She simply said. "I haven't found my luck yet with love."

Caz raised his eyebrows when Thinya told him that she was raised in a British aristocratic family. "Well, that's different." He answered with a smile. "My family is traditional too." They were not on speaking terms however and he hadn't seen them for years. His parents didn't even know that they had a grandson.

"They should let you live your own life, not everyone is the same. I made the mistake of marrying a woman I thought I loved but..." He took a deep breath. "She did gave me the best gift." Caz looked over to Brandon for a second and then back to Thinya at her compliment. "I doubt that, but I'm trying. You will know once you have kids, you'd do anything for them."

[lostxndbroken]

@adsagsona

Lennox had been working on the security system for a nice and luxe club, there had been hiccups, but generally, it went well. It was a bit overwhelming sometimes as the club was often busy and Len would be working on it before opening, during and sometimes after.

From the first day, someone caught his eye, a handsome barman and if he wasn’t serving, he was undoing his clothes as a show. Yup, there was little left to imagination, still some, but he surely knew how his chest looked like, his ass and legs.

They got to know each other a little, a bit of flirting here and there, each day a bit bolder than the day before. An hour or so after closing time, Lennox was finally done for the day, a few more things but not this night. There was only one man left and he had his full attention.

Lennox closed his laptop and covered up his tablet before he swung the bag over his shoulder and headed to the bar where Gann was. “You are hanging around a bit longer than the rest, making sure I’m doing my job?” Len said with a little tease in his voice. Hanging on the bar a little, looking over at the other.

[setitallaflame]

Closed starter for @adsagsona

A simple bump into Caz, an ‘excuse me,’ a polite reaching for his arm to make sure that neither of them fell. That was all it took. The connection between the other man and Tristan was formed and, once he fell asleep, he would be able to enter and control his dreams. It was a recon mission, at Evangeline’s orders. She told him that it seemed to be straight forward, that the man’s son somehow manifested early, that he needed and was actively searching for help - a dangerous move, but the man was clearly desperate. So it was his job to vet him, to come to his own conclusion, and - if everything he was saying was true - he’d get them into the Underground. Now it was just a matter of waiting until Caz fell asleep.

[storyofwhoiam]

@adsagsona continued from here

Allie watched Mitchell, her eyes softening as she took in his conflicted expression. With a gentle smile, Allie slid into the chair next to him, reaching out to touch his arm, her fingers brushing lightly against his skin as she leaned in closer.

“Well,” she began softly, her voice a soothing murmur, “you’re welcome to feed here, if you want to. But you don’t have to; there are plenty of other ways I can make you feel good.” She let her hand linger on his arm, “Whatever you need, whatever you want.”

[inhumanhacker]

@adsagsona

~I Can Help~

That's what Skye's website said. Because that's what she did, people hit by fraudsters, stalkers, people who had suffered some kind of injustice. She used her hacking skills to do what she could to help.

But she knew not everyone was ready to ask for help or knew how to ask for help. So when she heard about Ross Poldark and the hand he had been dealt, she knew she wanted to try and help him.

Arriving at the place he was staying, Skye often found this the hard part, getting them to trust that she genuinely wanted to help. She knocked and waited for someone to answer.