#adsagsona.

[ofemeraldstars]

@adsagsona asked: “ they were flirting with you ” Charles

"Were they really?" Thinya asked, unimpressed by the information. Whoever tried to flirt with her was definitely wasting their time. Her heart belonged to Charles and only Charles. Her green hues watched her husband's as she caressed his face tenderly. "My love, I never intended to have anyone else than you to flirt with me. I do hope that you have still noted that I wasn't flirting back."

Her smile grew fonder as she noticed the men who talked to her right before. Both of them were staring at her. Thinya smiled and cupped Charles face in her hand before lifting herself on her toes and planting a deep, passionate kiss on his lips. One kiss that would dissuade every single man in this room to approach and flirt with her. Her lips gently broke apart but remained close to his as she whispered. "Remember this: I love you. And only you. Although I must say that you being jealous is turning me on..."

[ofemeraldstars]

As Kili motioned her to come closer and wrapped his arms around her, Thinya let her guard off. She instantly hid into his arms and listened to his words. Agreeing with his words, Thinya murmured. "I know it will take time." She sighed, enjoying his hand in her hair. It felt warm, it felt good. Her whole body tingled at the sensation, feeling another kind of warmth within her.

His words made her smile as she wiped her tear and nodded. "We did... And we still are.." She chuckled as she looked at him in the eyes. Her face was a few inches away from his and she caressed his hair tenderly. "I will always be here for you, Kee. I promise." She sighed and slowly lied into his arms, pulling the blankets on top of them to keep them warm.

"Whether you need a friend, an advisor, someone to rely on... You can always count on me." She whispered genuinely as her green hues looked at his brown ones.

Kili knew that it was Thinya's grief speaking. She didn't think badly about his uncle. He had to say the words, one time they needed to be said so that she understood that it was not by choice that Thorin had left her for good. Kili tried not to cry like Thinya was doing. He had cried so much over the last couple of months.

He frowned when she told him that it was ok, that she understood. He took a deep breath, trying to get himself better under control. "Come here..." He murmured as he wrapped his arms around her, shifting a little so that his leg would be ok.

"It might take us some time, but we'll be alright." Kili murmured softly as he caressed one hand over Thinya's hair. "We came this far already, didn't we? We're still here..." He didn't want to think of what others wanted from him once he returned to Erebor.

[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.

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[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.'

[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?".

[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."

[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]

closed starter for @adsagsona

Thinya was running desperately in the forest, some of the branches tearing her skirts as she ran for her life. An hour before, her life was still normal: walking down her village, tending to people while her parents and her brother were resting at him. And then, horror happened: the invasion of the enemy, horses galloping in the streets, slaying people while throwing torches to houses. It only took a few minutes for the village to be completely invaded and burnt.

To Thinya's horror, the last torch was thrown to her house. She saw it burn before her, knowing that her parents were trapped in there with her brother. "She's there!" a knight shouted, pointing at her. They were reuniting all the women in the center, most of them planning to pick one and marry her. Thinya refused this destiny and ran as fast as she could in the direction of the forest. After a while, the woman slowed down and tried to hid behind trees. She could hear the distant sound of horses' hooves. As she stepped back, the woman bumped into someone, making her gasp and turn around.

"Please don't kill me!" She almost sobbed before then noticing the man not being a knight. "Oh... Pardon me..."

[ofemeraldstars]

Thinya smiled sweetly at Caz and then looked down. It was quite flattering to hear that Brandon really liked having her around and that Caz liked to have a grownup to talk to. With a light chuckle, the woman nodded and looked down at Brandon, who grabbed the crisps and popcorn to go to the living room.

As Caz talked about the program, Thinya nodded and smiled sweetly. "Movie night, that is lovely." Brandon then looked at her. "And tomorrow, when we wake up, we open Santa's presents." Thinya chuckled and nodded. "That will, for sure, be a beautiful time for you." She looked back at Caz and smiled shyly.

As she slowly sat at the end of the couch, Thinya looked at Brandon, who was bringing his favourite movies. Seeing him, the woman couldn't help but hope that one day she would have her own family, a husband love and and children to spoil.

"We were the ones inviting you so I don't see how you could crash the party. Brandon loves having you here and I really don't mind the company either. Sometimes it's fun to be able to take to another grownup for a change." Caz smiled before he went to the kitchen to get them a bit of crisps and popcorn.

"There you go. Brandon, don't eat only crisps, ok? We have some other food tonight too." Caz warned his son and the boy nodded briefly before he got invested in his little cars and building blocks again.

Caz gave Thinya a small nudge. "Thank you... no time for sadness tonight. We're going to celebrate in style. Which means, sappy movies, good food... the lot."

[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.