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ainosk8 · 4 years ago

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EP 11 ADAM WATCH

I have a lot of mixed emotions about this episode. Like, I think it’s goofy that Reki almost wins because apparently Adam didn’t check the weather forecast that day. And that the Full Swing Kiss, the move that put AI SKATER CHERRY BLOSSOM in a wheelchair Reki was able to....just...dodge?? AND the fact that Reki was suddenly able to do the Love Hug?? I feel like there’s a training montage we missed.

But Adam’s near loss and humiliation has to be a catalyst for Something this next episode. And this episode overall sets up a lot of important context for whatever the resolution of his story is.

The episode starts by highlighting all of the pressure Adam is under. We find out that his shady cabal of aunties have set him up with an arranged marriage, supposedly to someone that will strengthen his political standing. Possibly this is a defensive measure taken in response to the increased scrutiny he has been facing with the allegations of collusion.

We also have his political party asking him to take on an even more prominent political position so he can act in their interests. I guess he has the best reputation “after everything that’s happened” so they want to use him to be their guy on the inside.

Notice how the painting behind the political people is this weird, cold barren cliffside while the painting between Adam and Tadashi features some lush greenery. Kind of like Adam is being pulled away from paradise/potential happiness by the demands of the life he’s been forced into.

(adam can pipe me to the core anytime lol)

In both situations, he is being used as a vehicle for the wishes of other people. There’s no question of whether he wants to get married or take on greater political responsibility, but these things benefit the people around him, so he is expected to do them. It’s sad, his self-made paradise in S can only exist because of the power and privilege he has, but the things he must do to keep that power inhibit him from being able to enjoy his life.

Everyone around him wants something from him, and the only people who care about him he has pushed away (Cherry/Joe). Yes, Tadashi is by his side but from Adam’s POV he is obliged to be as a servant, plus he hasn’t gotten over the betrayal from seven years ago. Also want to point out how in the above scenes Tadashi is steadfastly next to Adam, but Adam is always facing away from him. Adam has always had Tadashi in his corner, and he still does. But he fails to recognize it, so he feels completely alone. If only he would turn around...

I really like this moment with Reki. It’s presented as a him misunderstanding Adam’s use of an English phrase, but also represents their two perspectives. Adam sees himself as alone, so he’s fixated on the idea of an “Eve”, a perfect soulmate who fulfills all his needs. His experience with his family, his political party members, and the general public is such that he doesn’t even dream of having a community of people to belong to, just one person. The time in his life he was happiest was spent with one special person (Tadashi) and he wants that back. That may feed into his fixation on romantic love. It’s the fantasy of a monogamous partnership, where two people are bound together for life.

But for Reki, who has a supportive family, friends at school, and a community in S, it’s “the more the merrier”. If he had his way, the whole world would skate and he would skate with them. Where Adam sees a “third wheel” as an intruder upon his relationship, Reki recognizes that three wheels isn’t enough. He has a whole drawer full of wheels!

Even if Adam did have his “Eve” it wouldn’t be enough to make him happy. No one person can be everything he needs. He needs to dismantle his fantasy of a secret world for two people and seek happiness in the real world with everyone else.

I feel like Reki would honestly be a better candidate to pull Adam out of his bullshit than Langa. Reki physically embraced Adam during the race even though it was painful. After getting the stuffing beat out of him, Reki’s instinct is still to extend a hand to Adam, to tell him not to pull away from everyone. Even Reki’s original challenge to Adam at the end of episode three wasn’t to punish Adam, but to make him apologize to Miya. He wanted to mend something between them.

IDK what Tadashi thinks skating with Langa will do. But I guess bc of Adam’s point of view he isn’t willing to hear that message from someone like Reki.

Also interesting to note that, with Adam no longer seen as the infallible “god of S”, he now fits the description he ascribed to Miya in that episode.

I feel like Adam senses things coming to an end for him, which is why he frames this last race with Langa as “falling together”. It makes me worried about what he has planned for this final beef. He doesn’t say he wants to beat Langa, or be beaten by him. It feels like anything that happens after the race is over would ultimately be a disappointment. I guess it would be unrealistic for this show to have him like...k*ll h*mself and Langa during this race, but he might try?? Idk with the state of mind he’s in at this point, he probably doesn’t think he has much to lose. I’m stressed!

Weddings are kind of both an ending and a beginning, so with this being the “Wedding Beef” I hope it becomes a transitional moment for him and not an “end”. I want this to have been a learning experience and for him to come out on the other side with a changed perspective (aka be “reborn” like Langa’s skateboard!)

I GUESS he needs to be held accountable in some way...but also I feel like he’s suffered enough for one lifetime. IDK! This is why I’m an Adam stan and not like, a court justice ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#sk8 the infinity #sk8 adam #shindo ainosuke #adam watch #what am i gonna do with my life when this is over..........#sk8 meta

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oddleoo · 4 years ago

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As much as we’d all love to see it, I don’t think Reki will actually win against Adam next week. I think Reki winning would detract from the whole, “you don’t need to be good at something to love doing it” message the show is trying to get across, and a win at this point would feel kindof cheap, I guess? It wouldn’t be realistic at least; this show is much too grounded in reality for the writers to toss in a win for Reki, and probably know that the ‘power of friendship’ won’t work in this case. Reki can’t suddenly have the skills to beat Adam.

That being said, I think Adam is going to lose.

In a different respect. Adam is going to win the beef, but Reki is going to win, well, Langa- not that there was much competition there to begin with.

I think maybe Adam’s under the impression that winning would earn Langa’s affection. He’s got some pretty flawed opinions about skating, and probably life in general. He thinks that it’s all about winning, and being to best. He left Joe and Cherry behind for precisely that reason- he wound up so much better than them that they were no longer worthy of his attention.

There’s no room for fun in his preferred violent, showy style of skating. He, like Tadashi, has forgotten that skating was ever fun to begin, and is ‘skating alone’, like Joe says.

We’ll probably start to see the end of Adam’s arc here, since Sk8’s other significant arc has all but finished up- Langa and Reki have reconciled. Their friendship has been the cornerstone of this story thus far, with good reason. They, as well as Joe and Cherry, are the perfect foils to Adam (and Tadashi too, but I’ll get to that). He’s sort of a tragic villain, in that regard, even though I, and a majority of the fandom, don’t really sympathize with him. The writers have put in all these flashback scenes, of him being abused, the skateboard in the furnace, for a reason. If not to garner sympathy, then so that we can understand a little why he is the way he is. And I think the writers are setting his character up for a pretty explosive end.

Here’s what I think will happen; Reki and Adam race. During the whole thing, Reki’s character arc will come to a close, with the realization that he doesn’t have to win, just having fun is enough. This will be underscored by Langa and Co. cheering him on from the sidelines. He is not alone.

Adam, on the other hand, will certainly have people cheering him on. He’s the creator of S, afterall. But it’s that distant kind of cheering you afford strangers on a television screen. Ergo, Adam is alone.

The beef concludes with Adam as the winner, but he doesn’t feel fulfilled. And then, Langa goes to Reki, ignores Adam, and this lonliness is really cemented in.

At which point, Langa will have to race Tadashi, Tadashi will win, Adam with be furious because he can no longer race against Langa, and then it’ll be Adam and Tadashi.

At which point, Tadashi has to win. It’s only right.

Tadashi and Adam’s relationship is something that has to be addressed. They’ll have to reach some conclusion, though I’m not sure what that’ll be. I don’t think it’ll be as simple as having Tadashi win, and taking skating away from Adam. I think, that after watching Langa and Reki, seeing their innocent love of skating and each other, that he might want to help Adam instead. The real question is whether or not Adam is beyond helping, and, I think he is.

In any case, I think it’s almost certain that he will end up in prison. Kiriko Kamata’s existence all but confirms that.

#i really do hate adam #but i admit his charcter is kindof interesting #i dont really think this is so much a theory as it is my hope for the next episodes #adam needs to go to prison though #manifesting happy endings in this chilis tonight #sk8 #sk8 the infinity #sk8 ad*m #sk8 spoilers

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marvels-writings · 4 years ago

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Memento Mori

Summary: Apocalyptic AU, you and Natasha have been trying to find the rest of the team for almost a year now. It’s decided to meet in an abandoned theatre, where you decide to throw one last show with your fiance.

Word Count: 4.6 K (beautifully morbid)

A/N: This is some of my best writing, genuinely. Like I drafted this multiple times, it’s some of my best, please do me the honor of reading it

Grey light, dull static, dampened moods filled the small structure. The shattered windows numerous, some cracked, almost breaking. The electronics were either static or dead, refusing to show anything except grey or black.

The radio placed next to both of you resounded the same static. A contrast from the transmission it had received minutes ago. The rest of the team, whoever remained, had been sending the same message every day. The radio you had was the only one still working. Its need for repair brought you here, in the middle of an abandoned TV shop in a ghost town.

The transmission was simple, a message to meet the two of you in the biggest standing structure in a town a few miles from your location. You’d sent a message back agreeing to it, without coding it. There was no need to. Even if someone else picked up on the message, you would be happy to see anyone else.

Neither you nor Natasha knew how many of the team were still there, still alive.

The tins of food you ate were near empty, your spoon scraping dully on the bottom of the tin. You glanced at your bag, trying to ignore the lack of food in it. The grocery stores nearby were empty, looted before you even had the chance to get there.

“How far is the town?” Natasha asked, interrupting the silence. You shrugged and double-checked the map. Your fingers gingerly tugging it closer as you examined it.

“A few miles,” You shrugged, putting the tin on the corner of the map. “we should get there by tomorrow if we start early.”

Natasha nodded in acknowledgment, letting the silence sink over both of you. There wasn’t anything left to say. All you had to do was wait for tomorrow to get to the rest of your team. You weren’t sure if you wanted to meet them if you wanted to know what remained if you had lost someone.

The redhead glanced towards the bag of food. The cans near the bottom were showing, just barely covering the bottom of the bag. After this, neither of you had any backup plans for food. You were eating out of what you had left.

“We should stop by to get some food on the way,” Natasha commented, gesturing to the almost empty bag with one hand. You shrugged and closed it, keeping away the thoughts of tomorrow.

“True,” You said, closing off the bag with a sigh.

“I don’t know how many stores there would be though.” You commented. The town you were supposed to get to was one of the first hit. It wouldn’t be a surprise if all the food was already gone.

“Maybe we could start a farm.” Natasha joked half-heartedly. She moved to lay down with her head in your lap. Her hair falling onto the dusty ground, collecting in the red strands. The strands had gotten darker over the years. You didn’t know if it was dye or dust that faded it.

The joke was underlined with a tone of sadness. The despair of losing what could have been. Of what you had planned out for both of you. You could still see it, a small house near a lake, with enough space for the children you and Natasha could have adopted running around. The lake perfect for ice-skating in the winter and fishing in the summer.

A sigh left your lips as you looked down at your fiance. Her green eyes met yours, watching you carefully. Your hand went to her hair, running through the soft strands. The color had faded, but they felt as soft as they always had.

“Maybe,” You nodded, another heavy sigh leaving you. “After this is all over.”

When it’s over. Everyone had a plan for when this is all over. Without knowing when, or even if it’s going to be over. We keep returning to our plans when everything made sense because that’s all we know. Even if our hopes bring us more sorrow than joy.

Your hand went towards Natasha’s, stroking the back of her knuckles, feeling the soft skin there. The engagement ring that had resided there when it all began. It never got the chance to be exchanged for a wedding ring. Sometimes, you thought neither of your ring's ever would.

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Footsteps padded the ground as you walked towards the town. The sun was directly above you, beating down through the clouds of smoke and fog. The heat wasn’t as bad, the light was awful. Everything was grey, even the trees.

Neither of you spoke, even though there was something to talk about. Tony had come up with a sort of a medicine, he’d gone far enough to call it an antidote. But he hadn’t gotten to test it yet. He was trying to get away from them rather than get a small test group together to see if it worked.

As far as anyone knew, it wouldn’t work. If it did, it could change everything. Your plan for when all of this is over could become a reality. “A penny for your thoughts?” You asked, walking side by side with Natasha. The redhead turned towards you, cocking an eyebrow before turning ahead.

“Do you even have a penny?” Natasha asked quietly, even though it barely mattered. Money only mattered to those who didn’t have other things to care about. You shrugged and pulled out a penny you had in your pocket for safekeeping.

“Not that it matters,” You pulled it out of your pocket and set it out in your palm. “but yes.”

Natasha chuckled as you tossed her the coin, turning it over in her fingers. The metal had lost its shine, but the value remained. Her fingertips traced over the lines and the minted year before pocketing it.

“Since you paid me for it, you might as well know,” Natasha answered, taking in a deep breath. You stayed silent, waiting for her to speak. It took her a few moments to bring her thoughts into words, you waited patiently.

“I’m thinking about what would happen if the antidote didn’t work.” She said eventually, each word sounding deliberate. She didn’t throw it out casually, as if this was just another possibility.

You stayed silent, unwilling to think of what would happen. Ever since you’d found out, all you’d been thinking about was what would happen if it worked. Not if it didn’t. The bright side of it seemed too tempting after staying on this site for too long.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Natasha said, tossing the penny back to you. You caught it and twirled it around in your fingers. Green eyes watched you, your footsteps slowing down a little as you thought. Natasha didn’t comment, only waiting for you to speak.

“I, I don’t know Natasha.” You answered, faltering slightly. You couldn’t bear to think that this would have all been for nothing. All the lives you’d saved, all the people you’d helped, it wouldn’t make a difference. To think you’d lived your life trying to fulfill a purpose that didn’t need to be fulfilled drained you, haunted you.

“We’ve come this far, I don’t want it to be for nothing.” You commented, trying to voice your fears. It didn’t work the way you’d hoped. It made it seem lighter of your fears.

“Even if it is for nothing,” Natasha spoke after a small silence, her hand finding yours. The penny dropped out of your hand and onto the ground. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care enough to pick it up.

“We found each other.” She commented, eyes glancing to yours. your lips curved upwards into a smile as a small chuckle left you. Your fears felt lighter for a few seconds.

“Always the romantic.” You remarked, grinning to yourself.

An abnormal silence filled the area around you. the only noise your and Natasha’s footsteps. The theatre was one of the few standing structures left in the city. Steve thought it was a good idea to meet there since it was easy to find. Even though the dark fog and the dim light of the clouds above, you could see it from far away.

The stench was awful, decaying plants, collapsing buildings, spoiled food. You covered your face using the black mask you brought with you, gesturing for your girlfriend to do the same. The redhead scrunched her nose and put on the mask, quickly tying her hair in a braid behind her.

The theatre was quite large. There was some graffiti on the side. A faded white lettering caught your eye. You moved to the side to read it.

“Memento Mori,” You read the sign aloud, voice muffled slightly by the mask, tilting your head to the side slightly.

Natasha shrugged, the lettering seeming morbid considering the circumstances. Latin was a dead language. It wasn’t something you expected to be graffitied on the side of an abandoned theatre. You seemed to be waiting for her to explain what it meant.

“It means ‘Remember you must die’” Natasha explained, gloved fingertips running over the faded white. It wasn’t spray paint. It was chalk. Dust came off on her fingertips. She looked at it from afar. The lettering wasn’t graffiti at all. It was a child’s writing in chalk.

Her breathing hitched when she noticed a child had written this. Swallowing hard, she gestured for you to follow her into the theatre. Guns ready, you waited for her to open the door, following her adamance to enter before you.

Her fingers signaled a countdown when they all disappeared behind her fist. She banged the door open and pointed her gun inside, the bang echoing in the theatre. No one was inside. It was empty. The chairs were a dull red, some toppled to the side. The light fixtures on the stage were blinking, illuminating the curtains dropped on the floor.

“The team should be here soon,” Natasha stated, putting down her gun and pulling out her radio to signal them. The redhead shut the door, bolting it. You moved around to explore after the redhead gave you a warning to be careful.

Taking off your gloves, you let your hands run over the dark velvet of the chairs. It was soft to the touch. Dust came off in your hands. You wiped it off and moved towards the stage, you easily climbed on top of it, your soft footsteps resounding in the space. Moving the curtain to the side, you looked out onto the chairs.

Flashbacks of before all of this came to you. Seats filled while you sang, the applause, the lighting, the smell of popcorn. It was something you missed.

“Hey, nat?” You called out, standing at the center of the stage, flinching as your voice echoed through the room. The lone light flickering to a steady light on top of you. She hummed, turning to face you. Emerald eyes scanned the empty stage, taking in the appearance.

“Wanna dance?” You asked, reaching your hand out for her.

Natasha sighed, but followed you up to the stage, taking your hand to help her up. Engagement rings clinked against each other, always missing the chance to be turned into wedding rings. The redhead whistled as she looked around the stage before you pulled her in for a twirl.

The redhead laughed as her feet slid smoothly across the wood. You giggled softly, twirling her elegantly, letting her guide you through the motions. This might be one of your last dances, might as well make the most of it.

The dust on the floor floated as your feet shuffled across it. Soft laughter emanated from you as you twirled her again before pulling her close to you. Both of you were captured in a trance. The shuffling of feet, your voice humming a soft tune, your fiance close to you. It was entrancing.

Loud sounds outside broke you out of the trance. Feet stopped, you turned to face the entrance of the theatre. Natasha glanced towards the bag she left close to the entrance, her weapons left there. The knife in her boot the only weapon she had. She couldn’t reach them without making more noise.

Noticing the distance of the weapons, you pulled the redhead behind you. Natasha rested one hand on your shoulder, the warmth of her hand seeping through your shirt. Taking in a deep breath, you opened your mouth, ready to use your voice as a weapon if it came to that.

The noises became quieter as they approached the door, sounding like footsteps. They stopped just before the door. You took in a deep breath, ready to scream.

The door burst open with a loud boom, revealing the team behind it. Steve stood in the front with his shield, Tony had his iron man suit ready behind him. Wanda’s hand glowed with red mist whilst Carol’s glowed with yellow. All of it stopped when they caught sight of you.

“Don’t sing!” Tony shouted, lowering his blaster. Steve lowered his shield and smiled up at both of you, chuckling at Tony’s reaction. The rest of the team stood behind him, laughing at Tony’s reaction while walking up to both of you.

“I haven’t seen you in a few years and that’s the first thing you say to me?” You remarked, sliding off the stage, Natasha’s hand in yours. The redhead chuckled and followed you to the center of the theatre.

Relief filled you as you hugged them. You and Natasha were passed around like prized trophies, for everyone to admire and talk about. All of you had changed in your way.

Tony’s beard was less well kept, he kept scratching at it nervously. Steve’s hair grew longer and messier, his posture slightly slouched. Wanda’s hair turned into a darker brown than the red you were used to. Carol’s hair had grown out a little, it was in a choppy cut now rather than the well-kept one. Rhodey had dark circles under his eyes, as did Maria. Sam was more tired, joking less than you remembered.

The changes made it seem like longer had passed since you had last seen each other. None of you acted the same way. All of you paid more attention to what was around you, ears perking at every sound and movement. Time does change people, sometimes for the worse.

“I missed this,” Natasha stated, leaning back against one of the chairs while she watched the team chat amongst themselves. You smiled at her before standing next to her, arm sliding around her waist comfortably.

“Got sick of me that easily?” You remarked jokingly, thumb stroking her side. She tilted her face to meet yours, winking at you.

“You know I could never,” Natasha commented, you laughed and kissed her cheek before facing the rest of the team. Speaking of which, all looked like they had seen the worst rom-com movie play out in front of them. Sam was the first to speak, after clearing his throat.

“Two years, not much changed,” He gestured to both of you. “you still want to make me barf my guts out.”

The team laughed, relating to his statement. You shrugged and kicked his shin lightly to get his attention. He looked at you amusedly, waiting for a sarcastic response, to which you replied promptly.

“And I missed you too.” You replied, laughing as you sat down with Natasha in one of the theatre seats.

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Tony began talking about the antidote, how much time you had left. It wasn’t a conversation you wanted to have but needed to. You played with Natasha’s fingers in your lap, trying to distract yourself from this nightmarish reality.

The antidote was already set to arm when someone entered the theatre. There was no certainty around it though.

They had set up small detectors for activity everywhere before the pandemic broke out. Most were expected to break out, some still serve as a safe place. But all of them went off, blaring and screaming that the area was unsafe.

Now, the detectors are being set off which are closer. The entire horde is gaining on the team. There was no loophole, no underground base, nothing. Sam had fixed up an old radio and found that people were living underground in the far west. Some even as far as Canada.

But there wasn’t a way to get there. The ground was clogged with the horde. Maybe you could get there by air? There had to be another way. You refused to believe anything else.

“Even Carol can’t fly us out of here?” You asked, looking to Carol after they had finished explaining. Her hazel eyes looked down before meeting yours, a sullen look clouding them. Blonde hair fell just above them, staying there at her refusal to wipe them away.

“The caves are too far for any of us to fly there,” Carol answered, wincing when she saw your hurt expression.

Her dejection did nothing to dampen you, you began to spurt out suggestions. Something, anything that might work. This is what always happened, there was no hope until someone came up with an idea. You were spewing all the ideas you could come up with, only to face a dead-end at each of them.

Five, maybe even ten rejections to ideas you could handle. But every single one, it hurt you to a point where you couldn’t recover. Each dejection your head hung just a little lower, the light leaving your eyes just a little more.

Natasha noticed, she squeezed your hand, signaling you to stop. But you kept on going, speaking anything till you were out of ideas. A heavy silence filled the room, no one dared to interrupt it. Sadness was as clear in your eyes as anger was in Natasha’s. Clearing your throat, you stood up, hand sliding out of Natasha’s.

“I need, I need some air.” You stuttered, licking your lips nervously as you walked towards the changing room. Familiar footsteps sounded behind you, you couldn’t care enough to turn around. It was going to be Natasha, she would try to comfort you even if you refused. It was all she could do to help.

Opening the door to the costume room, you walked around for a bit before familiarity caught your eye. Moving towards it, you pulled it out. It was the same costume you wore while performing. Hardly anything had changed.

Your fingers ran down the front, watching the dust float off and collect before disappearing again. A hand appeared in the small of your back, trying to provide comfort. An exasperated sigh left you as you let the hangar return to its rack.

“I’m sorry about them,” Natasha gestured to the team outside the door as you turned to face her. “there might be a way-”

“You and I both know there isn’t a way out of this.” You stated, cutting her off. Natasha blinked at your sudden response. You hardly ever interrupted her, adamant that communication was the best path to anything. Now, you didn’t care. She would be lying if she said it didn’t scare her.

“Y/n.” Natasha began, her hand sliding into yours once again.

The cool metal of your ring met hers, providing a sense of familiarity, of comfort. Before your hand slid out of hers before settling on her waist. Your forehead rested against hers as she wrapped her hands on your neck.

“Nat, this is it.” You whispered, a heavy sigh leaving you.

You deflated, everything leaving you, your sadness, your plans. Everything is gone, your eyes were barren. It was a look not many people wore, it was a look you might see someone wearing just before they died.

“Everything we wanted, everything we planned for,” You sighed, leaning your forehead away from hers to look into her eyes. Emeralds glazed with tears looked up at you. She reached up and swiped her thumb across the crease in your forehead before settling next to your cheekbone.

“It all comes to this,” You whispered, a sad, broken smile gracing your lips. Natasha bit the inside of her cheek, wanting desperately to be the strong one, to try to protect you from this. But nothing she could do could shield you from this.

She released a heavy sigh before letting go of her cheek. You barely noticed her warm arms tug you in closer, a warm hug encompassing you. It was warm, so warm, compared to the cold threatening to take over you. The comfort bringing you out of your despair as she leaned towards your ear.

“This isn’t the ending you deserve,” Natasha whispered, despondent and tired.

You wanted to say that this wasn’t the ending anyone deserved. But she knew. No one got what they deserved. Everyone hoped for the best and avoided the worst. Some complained about what they got while others tried to make it better. Even those who tried to make it better didn’t get what they deserved.

Sometimes, you managed to convince yourself and Natasha that you’d done enough good to deserve a happy ending. You just wished you’d managed to convince yourself a little longer.

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Shuffling of cloth, muffled footsteps, gray light filled the small room. The clothes on the racks shuffled as you moved to change. The changing rooms remained unused, there was no point. The racks of clothes high enough to cover both of you.

The stage was already set, the audience was already seated. All that was needed was the performers, you and Natasha. The costume you wore for your performances was untouched, just as you’d left it. The smell of your old perfume still lingered as a memory that refused to leave.

Goodbyes had been said, different versions of them. Different emotions, all the same. The idea of saying goodbye to your family, knowing that in an hour, none of it would matter scared you. But you were numb. You didn’t know why. Maybe it was shock, denial, you didn’t know.

Shuffling of cloth sounded behind you before Natasha cleared her throat. A smile on your face, you turned around to face Natasha. She wore a chiffon ballet dress that matched the color of her hair. The pointe shoes were black, just her size. The makeup she wore brought out the green in her eyes, complimenting every feature you found yourself adoring.

The low cut dress you wore was adorned with small gold lines. It still fit the same way, felt the same as it did before. So much had changed yet nothing had.

Both of you said the obligatory compliments to each other. It was a routine, every time either of you changed your clothes to go out. This time was so much more. This time felt like the last.

You hated it. The silence, the goodbyes, the feeling that this is the last time you’re experiencing everything.

Natasha’s lips met yours in a soft kiss, sealing the moment, freezing time for a few precious seconds. You wanted to stay there forever, just stop time, leave everyone else just to be with her. It was all you wanted to do. Even that you couldn’t take.

Natasha held your hand as you led her up the stairs with familiarity. The skin touching hers gently before your rings clinked together. The team applauded as you reached the middle of the stage. You squeezed her hand tightly before letting it slip from yours.

You leaned against the wall, unable to stand straight without support. Natasha took her place at the center of the stage, glancing towards you. The team looked towards you, waiting to hear you sing. None of them knew what song you’d picked. Though, you wished you could have picked a better one.

“Thought I found away. Thought I found a way out.” Your voice echoed through the room, silencing any other sounds. Natasha’s feet shuffled across the floor as she danced, her limbs elegantly distorting the light above her.

More sounds came from outside, scrambling, rushing to get here. Some of the team glanced nervously towards the walls. Your voice became louder, drowning out everything else.

“Oh I hope someday I’ll make it out of here Even if it takes all night or a hundred years.” Your voice became louder, breaking as you sang. Tears made their appearance on their cheeks, streaming down into their lap.

More tears came on Natasha’s cheeks, resembling liquid gold as they streamed down her face. Never once did she falter, making a perfect pirouette on her toes. The tears dropped down onto the floor, the soft patter barely audible.

“Isn’t it lovely, all alone? Heart made of glass, my mind of stone.” Your voice broke slightly, you fixed it and sang louder. The sounds became louder, just in proportion with your voice. Taking in a deep breath, you continued singing, holding the microphone closer to your mouth.

“Tear me to pieces, skin to bone Hello, welcome home.” Gently placing the microphone on the side, you took your place in front of Natasha. Without missing a beat, she wrapped her arms around your neck as you slid around her waist.

Dance is supposed to be dignified, fluid, elegant. This was hardly what you would call dancing. You just swayed from side to side, occasionally twirling Natasha as she danced. Tears flowed down your cheeks, you paid no heed to them as you continued singing.

The lyrics came to you automatically as you danced with your fiance. A small fantasy-filled your mind, the fantasy that this was your wedding. Instead of hiring a singer to sing the first song, you chose to do it. All your family was watching you.

Fantasies, dreams, are all a dangerous thing. Sometimes even stronger than reality.

The sobs of your family slowly dragged you back into the dreaded reality. Natasha rested her forehead against yours, uncaring to how loud your singing was. It helped drown out everything else, she didn’t need anything more.

“Isn’t it lovely, all alone? “Heart made of glass my mind of stone.” you sang, singing the note higher than intended. No one cared as the noises grew louder.

Nuzzling your nose against your fiance, keeping her close, your feet shuffled across the ground. The dust had long been disturbed, still moving as you danced. The light above you flickered before becoming steady once again.

You thought you heard someone say goodbye, it was hard to tell over the music and the noises. Your arms tightened around Natasha, fooling yourself to protect her. Once, you had yourself convinced that if she was close to you, nothing could go wrong. How powerful, how wrong illusions can be.

The antidote armed itself as the doors burst open. The noises were louder than ever. The powder was a bright scarlet, clouding itself around everything. To drown out everything, you sang the lyrics, finishing your last song, your last performance.

“Tear me to pieces, skin to bone Hello, welcome home.” You sang, still dancing with your fiance.

The dust clouded everything, you couldn’t see anything that was happening. You weren’t sure if you wanted to. even if you did, you wouldn’t tear your eyes away from your fiance. It could be the last time you got to see her.

But you kept dancing, the noises drowned out by your voice as you sang the tune of the song. Natasha remained in your arms, like some sort of a dream. If it was a dream, you never wanted it to end. If it was a reality, you wanted to turn it into a dream.

Memento mori, such a morbid phrase, making death itself seem like a distant illusion. Maybe it was an illusion, maybe it was a reality, who were you to tell the difference?

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sandriinehebert · 5 years ago

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the lombardi family

FATHER: CHRISTIAN LOMBARDI

Christian was born in a wealthy family of business men. They made their name in managing hotels and restaurants, making money just by breathing. He was promised to a similar future, but his parents divorced when he was still a kid and the situation was no longer the same. He spent the rest of his childhood living with his mother who wasted all the money his father saved for their future on lottery and pointless things. Through various jobs, Christian managed to pay for university tuition, but he failed to meet the required grades to pursue his studies. His biggest dream was to open a restaurant, and he was hoping a degree from the Institut d’Hôtellerie du Québec would help him out. Instead, he worked several jobs and saved as much money as possible to suffice himself, and eventually his girlfriend. He knew from their first date that he would marry that pretty waitress. There was something so magical about Monica, something that made him promise he would never let her go. And he never did. They raised two children together as best as they could and now that they’re all grown up he runs a little restaurant in La Petite Italie. He hopes he can retire soon, pass it on to his sous-chef and enjoy the last couple of good years with his wife.

MOTHER: MONICA “NIKKI” LOMBARDI née MARIANO

Monica was very different from her older brothers, Luciano and Frederico, she had no interest in big studies nor in leaving the country to find better jobs. She dropped out of high school and started working at a restaurant as a waitress alongsides Christian, who was then working in the kitchens. While still working there, she also helped her parents at the hair salon. A couple of years before Christian and Nikki welcomed their children, Nikki helped a childhood friend open her own kindergarten. She kept the three jobs for as long as she could, supporting both her own family and her mother. When Adamo was born, the parents decided that Christian would start working a little less. The decision for Christian to become a stay-at-home dad became official with the birth of Alessandra. He had to postpone his dreams so that Monica could fulfill hers. Eventually, she slowed down a bit, but it was hard for her. Nikki absolutely loved working and she did not regret it one bit, even though she sacrificed a lot of family times for the sake of providing for her children wom she loves deeply.

GRANDMOTHER (deceased): CORINNA MARIANO née SIMEONE

Born in Italy, she immigrated with her family before World War Two. The Simeone’s established in Massachussetts, precisely in Boston, where they ran an Italian delicatessen. She was born in a large family of 7 children, three sons and four daughters. Corinna, aged 18, moved to Montréal, Canada, when she met her husband, a veteran from the Canadian army named Dominic Mariano whose family were second generation italo-québécois. She started a hair salon in La Petite Italie and ran her business with the help of her husband until she hit the respectable age of 70 years-old. Corinna and Dominic had three children, Luciano, Frederico and Monica. The first two moved back to Massachussetts and opened a law firm together. Dominic died long before Corinna, whose favorite hobbies were to listen to clients at the salon and take care of her grand children.

She was especially close with Sandrine. Despite not agreeing to most of her life choices, and not knowing about Sandrine’s bisexuality, she was the closest she had ever been with her Nonna. She did not have to befriend anyone, since she had the only best friend she needed. That could explain why she is so terrible at initiating friendships nowadays. Her death was one of the saddest moments in Sandrine’s life, because she lost her confident and her mentor. She came to Boston to try and glue some puzzle pieces of her grandma’s past back together.

BROTHER: ADAMO “ADAM” LOMBARDI (faceclaim: skylar astin)

Adam Lombardi is a 35 years-old hockey player for the Boston Bruins. He graduated from the Université de Montréal in communications. He’s working on retiring from the hockey team very soon so he can go back to his roots. He was approached by a local Bostonian TV channel to join as a commentator for the games. Growing up, Adamo was a decent big brother. He would defend his little sister at school and help her learn how to skate, since he was so naturally talented at it. He was big into sports, but also in anything that demanded communication. He did improvisation in high school and that was when he knew he wanted to pursue into communications. however, life had other plans and his dedication to hockey took over his other ambitions. He was recruited by junior teams until he graduated university, and eventually by the Boston Bruins. He was not mad about it, considering how Montréal Canadiens was one of the worst teams in the whole league. He was approached by the Golden Knights of Las Vegas at some point, but the Bruins offered to increase his pay check to keep him around. And it worked.

Adamo and Alessandra have a very complex relationship. Growing up, they were extremely close. They were like soulmates. But when fame got to Adamo’s head, and when he moved to Boston for early trainings, he was never the same. He became entitled and noisy. He was not nurturing or caring, he was indiscreet and limitating. He still supports Sandrine with her projects, but they have their moments where they can’t stand each other. She loves him and could not see her life without him, but there is a lot they need to figure out in order to fix their relationship.

ABOUT THE KIDS LIVING AWAY

The Lombardi’s travelled at least twice a year to Massachussetts, so it was inevitable that Adamo and Alessandra developped a connection with this land. They appreciate the fact that Boston is not that far after all, so it’s easy for the parents to stop for a visit. They have this tradition of celebrating Christmas two times (their father is jewish, but after years of living among Italian catholics, they kind of grew to love Christmas). Mom, dad and big brother will all stop by Sandrine’s place for Christmas eve and day, leave on the 26th and the siblings will travel back to montréal from December 31st to January 2nd. This tradition might change though, but that’s usually their thing.

Alessandra visits them around once every two months and takes a whole week off to catch up with her parents. Adamo stops for a weekend less often. He grew to be more independent than his sister.

The parents respect that their children have ambitions, but they hope they will come back home eventually. Alessandra feels this pressure more than her brother, and it affects her. Even after 5 years in the states, she still does not really consider it a home. She does not understand one bit how anything works in the USA, much less the healthcare system. Her heart belongs in Montréal with her parents. She’s like homesick in her own house whilst Adamo is having the time of his life as a Bostonian. That’s another thing that causes them to drift away; he adjusted well while she is still struggling.

FUN FACTS

Adamo is surprisingly tall, compared to his sister and his parents.

When they were younger, Adamo and Alessandra used to play hockey in the street or on an ice ring. She was actually a talented shooter and, him, a terrible goalie. He taught his sister how to ice skate, focusing on speed and power rather than grace and ease. Therefore, it explains why Sandrine was the fastest student in all of her skating classes and competitions.

When she started competing across the province and needed a partner to rehearse her dances, Adamo did it. He was, again, surprisingly good at it.

In their house, there was an antique piano that belonged to Corinna’s family. She used to play it until she was too old to do it. She taught them how to sing along the melodies, hence why both can actually bat a tune.

Being a hair stylist (even without proper education), she taught Alessandra the basics of it. Quickly, Sandrine was cutting her mom’s and her brother’s hair. She got some skills that encouraged her to add a hair salon part to her business.

Adamo is very much a mama’s boy, while Alessandra gets along with both parents equally. Even if Christian and Monica tells them they have no favorite, Adamo clearly is.

The parents forced their kids to attend French speaking schools, which is unusual for italo-québécois. Historically, most Italian immigrants chose to learn English. But the Lombardi parents wanted them to fit in the province. They spoke very little Italian at home, only what their Nonna taught them, and learned French easily. All the way from elementary school to superior education school (called CÉGEP), they had second language English classes. Adamo is talented with communications, but it turns out Alessandra is better in languages. She was at the top of her class, both in French and in English. Her first career choice was not business or beauty related, it was translation.

Growing up, the siblings had the dream to build a large house in the suburbs of Montréal so they could live with their parents and eventually with their respective families.

They also had a dream to become both politicians and rule whatever they would rule together. Let’s be honest, they would fight too much and put the world into anarchy, but a dream is a dream.

Adamo is the only person who is aware of Sandrine’s bisexuality. He supports it and will not reveal this “secret” to their quite traditional parents.

#biography.#(( if anyone ever takes skylar as a fc i'll remove that ))#(( ALSO YES i know lea and skylar are both jewish but not from the same origins ))#(( i am so sorry!!!! i tried my best to find a jewish actor in the right age range that looked like her and wasn't extra popular ))#(( this got long???? ))

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mysticseasons · 6 years ago

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Tessa Virtue, Olympic Figure Skater

Tessa Virtue is a London, Ont-born figure skater—who, alongside partner Scott Moir—is the most decorated figure skater in Olympic history. Here, she tells FLARE how she made it

How do you describe your job to your family?

My family has been privy to the rollercoaster that has been my job since I was young. They understand that the life of an athlete requires discipline, sacrifice, and structure. That said, I am currently experiencing a shift as I move away from competitive skating. It is time to step out of my comfort zone and embrace new challenges. I’m co-producing a 30-city tour this fall with Scott Moir [Virtue’s skating partner of 21 years, with whom she’s won three Olympic gold medals, two silvers and three world championships], which I think will be both wildly difficult and extremely fulfilling.

Where did you go to school and what did you study?

For much of my 10-year stint training in Canton, Michigan, I attended the University of Windsor and studied psychology. I’m three half-credits short of graduating, and I plan to pursue a masters of business administration.

What was your BIG break? How did you land it?

My big break occurred when I was six years old and met Scott Moir.

What would you say has been your most significant setback, career-wise, to date? How did you bounce back?

I suffer from chronic exertional compartment syndrome, [which is] an overuse injury affecting my shins and calves. After two surgeries and a decade of intense work with sport physiologists, physiotherapists, osteopaths, massage therapists and psychologists, I learned to alter my training to adapt to my circumstances. I have surrounded myself with a top-notch support team, changed my mechanics (which meant rerouting brain patterns to facilitate different technique), and committed to pushing my body’s limits without pushing through the pain. It’s a constant struggle, but it has taught me so many lessons about evolving expectations and redefining the “norm.”

Name one piece of career advice you always give.

It’s all about balance! For athletes, it is unhealthy to be one-sport focused, especially at a young age. I believe in exposing kids to lots of activities—there are great advantages to being a well-rounded athlete and human, no matter the field of play.

Who is your favourite person to follow on social media from your industry? What do you love about their social feeds?

Fellow figure skater Adam Rippon is particularly hysterical. I love that he showcases his genuine humour while also using his platform to take a stand on meaningful, relevant topics.

What’s the most pressing issue facing women in your industry right now? What would fix it?

Women in figure skating, like in every other industry, are expected to conform to an unrealistic standard of beauty. Unhealthy habits are often encouraged to promote a thin frame, and young girls idealize a skewed definition of “fit.” Add to that the ever-present power dynamic between coach and athlete, and girls have an enormous weight to carry before being equipped with the tools to properly protect themselves. It’s troubling, but with more women speaking up and sharing their stories, I would like to think there is hope for change both in culture and as it relates to self-esteem.

Do you think you earn a similar wage as your male counterparts in your industry?

I know that when Scott and I work together, our earnings are equal.

Have you ever asked for a raise? If so, how did you phrase it and did you get it? If not, why not?

Understanding my worth in the market is part of my job, and ensuring I am valued is important to me. I love negotiating, and do so frequently for contracts. I am fair and reasonable, but willing to walk away if a deal cannot be struck.

Looking to the future, what worries you the most about your career?

Let’s face it: 2018 will be hard for me to top. I often worry that I will never fill the void of competition, or that anything less than performing on the world’s biggest stage—however terrifying that may be—will be unfulfilling. I have to trust that the skill set I learned through skating will transfer. It’s just about finding the right passion to focus my energy into!

- Flare

#Tessa Virtue

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hanasaku-shijin · 6 years ago

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Been a minute since i did one of these, rwby liveblog:

all right let’s hear that new opening

oh okay jk maybe next week

yooo the fucking, what are they - manticore?? hell yeah give em to me

WEISS MY LOVE

just fucking skates along the train im glad they FINALLY did that in canon do u know how many fics have written weiss ice skating anywehre/anytime just cuz she fukcing can

i appreciate how they went in RWBY order for that

but like.... it’s great that blake and yang are chill now buuuttt uummmm did they have a proper talk about shit?? cuz they need to

RenoraaaaaaaAAAHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

thank GOD we finally have an official canon white rose moment that isn’t just a joke or casual scene FINALLY A FIGHT-SCENE MOMENT THAT IS EXCLUSIVE TO THEMMMM havent seen that since vol1 ep8

okay i can stop now that’s good enough for me lmao

their lil pink rose petals aaaaaaahhh im cryinn

oh so Adam just went on a tantrum murder rage. sick.

lol Adam taking “man pain” to a whole new level jeeeeez like congrats u remembered Blake’s name u get a gold star

lol weiss saying gifts are a waste of time but i BET U ruby got her something and she’s gonna love it

RUBY SHOULDVE GOTTEN HER THE SCARF RT WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOIIINNNGG

at least explain where weiss got it pls

i s2g if we get a beach episode

“team rwby wont leave your side for a second. i promise.”

welp time to break that promise probably

oh great. more boys.

are they. are they based off twiddle dee and twiddle dum cuz that’s what it sounds like lmao

okay ive been asking this question for 2 volumes already WHERE’S BLAKE SHE’S SUPPOSED TO BE BACK NOW

“waiting on Blake, as usual.” Weiss has gone on many dates with her she knows she can take some Time getting ready lol

oH SHIT i legit forgot about Ilia oops BUT HER CASUAL CLOTHES THO

oh is sun still here too then

HUG

THANK YOU

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

oh whY IS NEPTUNE HERE TOO

ohhH OHH OMG WAIT

OH MY GOD IS HE GONNA HIT ON THE LESBIAN

OH MY GOD PLS RT DONT FUCK THIS UP

this could be good oh pls

LMAO OH MY GOD BLAKE AND SUN ARE LIKE ‘UH WIAT-’ BUT IT’S TOO LATE

oh good that was good yes YES

Sun saying he and the boys were cool on a little hiatus when they’re based off a fucking boy band is HILARIOUS

god SSSN get back to the stage go make more songs u slackers

ohhhh

we’re going there aren’t weeeee

sigh but y’know what, im whatever it’s fine Black Sun is good Sun is good

the whole reason i never really liked Black Sun so much was not cuz it’s het but because like??? I’m so tired of the Faunus falling for Faunus and humans falling for humans sort of trope y’know?? I hate thinking they’re together just cuz they’re both Faunus but it’s whateverrr i guess

we just have uhhh no official inter-racial(?) couples in this show y’know what i mean

If I have to accept any het couple Black Sun is probably the best tbh because y’know why?? they are friends first. they have a history together, and it’s a good one. so fine. I’m glad it isn’t gonna be a main focus tho (seemingly)

OKAY ANYWAYS

i appreciate the rwby bunkbed arrangements again on the train ahah GOOD TIMES

oooh? what’s this?? the second Yang speaks Blake perks up??? i like where this is going pls have a Talk together now

ohhh.. Guilt. Wonderful.

ffUCK

Blake stopppp

okay but when weiss and ruby shared a glance tho

“just my luck” “it’s not yours” oh right Qrow is Unluckiest Uncle of the Year

dont worry blake. black cats arent unlucky in this show

Oh? some of the manticore have manes but the one doesnt?? is the female like the head honcho?

i am sooooooooooo loving weiss’ leggings GOD it looks SO GOOOOOD

“dont let anyone else die” WOW RIGHT AFTER THEY WATCHED THE DUDE GET CHUCKED OFF SHE JUST ASSUMES HE IS DEAD ALREADY OOPS

coulda said that FIRST RUBY LOL

okay i know i have a new fav Grimm every season but daammmn these guys knock the Griffons off the top spot

Ruby’s making an awful lot of promises today hmmmmm im sensing a theme how long’s it gonna take before she cant fulfill one

yes GOOD i like the Jaune/Ren tagteam a lotttt

LMAO WEISS JUST FUCKING PASSES THE GRMM tO RUBY LIKE THEY’RE PLAYING BALL nbd

oH SHIT WHAT IT HAS A CHIMERA TAIL TOO?? i didnt notice that before thats fuckin SICK

vol1 - weiss burns down a forest

vol6 - weiss derails a train

oh hi little old Katara how u doin

OH THE NEW OPENINGGGGG

the renora

WAIT WHAT WHAT THE FUCK IS THE

WEISS GIGGLING AND RUNNING AWAY AND RUBY PLAYING TAG LIKE SOME CHEESY COUPLE RUNNING ON THE BEACH WHAT IS THIS?? IM LAUGHING

OH MY GOD ROMAN’S HAT?? IS NEO GONNA COME BACK PLS???

i s2g if it’s Cinder laksjdhfksldf

if that last shot of Weiss supporting Ruby is just more BAIT IM GONNA RIOT

THEY’D BETTER MAKE GOOD ON THAT OH MY GODDDDDDDDD

LET VOL6 BE RUBY/WEISS VOLUME PLEASE GOD

we’re off to a good start so pls.... pls let’s keep it up

i’d forgotten how good RWBY could be if the girls were together lol

good to be back for once

#rwby liveblog #rwby6 #it took me like an hour to watch this cuz i kept liveblogging to scream

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somecrazylads-a-blog · 7 years ago

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A history of Patrick

Just some brief about’s on Fenris’ incarnations that came BEFORE Patrick (including him), and something brief about important people/influences/connections in each life (if they had any). These are all (except for Cao Heng) also open for interactions, just hit me up if you feel like it.

February 16th, 1988 - Present Day - Patrick Jason Finch

Patrick is a (mostly) illegal informant that travels the world by means both magical and not. He’s quite the loner, made it his new life goal to help people where he can, and even if the information from him is acquired illegaly, he makes sure that hat they’re used for aren’t harmful deeds. He was born and raised in Liverpool, where he stayed until 2013 to complete his studies and fulfill his side of a deal he had with his father (and uncle by extension). He’s mischievous in a harmless way and he doesn’t go out of his way to create lasting relationships of any kind..

IMPORTANT CONNECTIONS

Allen Chapman; reciprocated high-school crush for a total of three years, Allen is the mindful one in Patrick’s life, the responsible, the kind one. He’s studious in a calm way and always ready to lend a hand if the act could cause some good in an otherwise pretty ash-grey world. He’s become someone who looks after Patrick when they’re together, in the sense that he understands his boundaries more than any others, and just wants Patrick to come back home and calm down. He’s a very trustworthy man, but not one who gives trust easily. He is the kind one can always turn to.

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Kihoon Choi; companion in studies and someone with a deeply rooted dislike for Patrick, Kihoon is the one in Patrick’s life he can turn to when he needs to distract himself - mostly because Kihoon’s dislike for him is so obvious and unshielded, he can mess around with it to his heart’s content. Kihoon is a hater of distractions and what he deems to be ‘useless things’. He never strays away from his studies and is constantly pushing himself towards his mental breaking point. He’s convinced that there is only one way to achieve a happy future, and that is gaining stability now, at the cost of sacrificing his present happiness. He’s very stressed.

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Shawn Muñoz; as the one being in Patrick’s life who knows of his nature almost more than Patrick himself, he’s someone Patrick interacts with when he needs information and/or help in matters regarding the Aesir or anything supernatural. Nothing is known about him or how exactly he came to know what he knows, but he seems to mean no harm.

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[Face-claim pending]

Fetuilelagi Walker; closer to Allen then she is to him, a Valkyrie who’s nature is unknown to her, but who proves enough of the strength, attitude, and ability as a warrior to not fool anyone who knows how to look for a Valkyrie. Shawn was the one to confirm her nature, years after Patrick had first befriended her through Allen, and now his connection to her is mostly to her nature than to her as a person, because she’s never quite trusted him enough for them to become more than casual friends.

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November 1st, 1969 - February 16th, 1988 - Katrina Pedersen (tw abuse)

Katrina was a young woman born in Norway. She was often abused as a child by parents who hadn’t actually wanted her, to the point of neighbours finally noticing the marks around the girl’s neck that would never go away, and calling for people to take her away from that household. But by then a tiny spark of hatred had ignited in the girl’s chest, and when, at 14, a kind couple further in the North finally took her in, Katrina had already started to see every attempt at interaction as aggression. She was paranoid in that aspect, and verbally aggressive as a result. When her new parents started to fear the teenager they’d brought into their home, Katrina snapped. Her aggression became violence and one day, two years after remembering who she was and trying to bury the person she’d become in her life, she set fire to her house. With her and her parents inside.

IMPORTANT CONNECTIONS

None. Katrina didn’t have any friends or people to care about. She pushed away everyone who tried coming closer, like a cornered wounded animal.

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June 7th, 1924 - November 1st, 1969 - Kim Jungsoo (tw injuries & war)

Jungsoo had a relatively normal life growing up. He was raised much like any Korean boy at the time, the sole difference being the sudden turn for selectiveness he experienced after his 17th birthday. From the kind and inappropriately joking lad he’d been, he turned into someone who shied away from most interactions and only offered his mysteriously playful yet sad smile to those who were really adamant on seeing it. When the Korean War came around, Jungsoo fought alongside many other South Koreans who’s faces he now barely remembers. During it, Jungsoo had his throat damaged to the point of losing his voice, the ability to talk having been taken away from him completely. In the end, though, after the War, he found other ways to get in trouble and was put a bullet right between his eyes as he grinned and watched it coming.

IMPORTANT CONNECTIONS

None. He broke off all his casual friendships when he turned 17, and stayed clear from forming any bonds after that, especially during the war.

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May 26th, 1897 - June 7th, 1924 - Edward ‘Eddie’ Carlo Wilson aka The Hound (tw mafia)

Now, Edward was the one who sure understood how to have a good time. When World War I began, Edward remembered who he was. After that, it was mostly downhill. When 1917 rolled around, Edward was old enough to participate in the war, and experience that would leave him so numb and scarred to wars, that Jungsoo after him fought mostly through dissociation. The hatred and pain left in him from his prior life didn’t leave even after the Great War was over and he could return to the ‘peaceful’ St. Louis, leaving him restless and ith nresolved issues. Not too shortly after, the Prohibition began, and Eddie jumped headfirst into the first chance he got to become a bloody bootlegger. He felt like a God in the job, growing a reputation on his terrifying voice and way of speaking when he threatened others, and on how terrifyingly harmless he looked when he was sitting in a speakeasy and downing some panther piss. The tilt of his head, the snarl of his lips baring his teeth, and the nature of his personality, earned him the moniker of ‘The Hound’. Deep down, though, he hid the gentleness Patrick still guards today.

IMPORTANT CONNECTIONS

Johnathan ‘Jackie’ Ferriero, aka Mr Jack; the right-hand man of The Hound, a man with a wicked sense of humour and a side to himself so sweet, many wondered how the hell he got into the job. One might refer to him as a medic of sorts, knowledgeable in medicine thanks to God knows what studies he fails to mention to anyone that isn’t Edward. His relationship to The Hound had always been murmured about when the devilish duo wasn’t around, and little did the murmurs know how right they were when they made little innuendos on how ‘Mr Jack would always be there to light Eddie’s cigarette’. Don’t be fooled by the good cop to the bad cop thing he got going on with Eddie because he’s about just as dangerous as his mate is. Even more, considering he dances with the Fenrisulfr.

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October 25, 1871 - May 26th, 1897 - Serafima Kuznetsov

Serafima, the Ice Queen of Russia. She was a dame, an angel, a goddess, with eyes as cold and blue as the ice she skated on in her free time (eyes as pale as Patrick’s). Her voice was rumoured to be so calm and kind, it could even calm the most violent of souls. But she wasn’t always so kind deep down. As a child, she was a doll, sweet, tender, helpful in the household even beyond what she had to do. As an adult, she was the winter breeze carrying snowflakes, beautiful and surreal, but with a knowledge of how the world worked so wide and terrifying, she kept it to herself. Only once in her life was she fooled, when she believed the American man could bring her away from Russia, bring her somewhere where she could feel freer to breathe. But he betrayed her trust, an American man out for her father’s blood, and threw her off a train into the midst of the Russian winter.

IMPORTANT CONNECTIONS

Mr Casper; he’s never told her more than he needed to tell her to gain her trust. He made her believe in freedom, just so he could tear her away from his father, the actual goal of the man being her father’s head on a stick, for reasons Serafima never got to find out. A vile, opportunistic man, with a heart almost as frozen as the pond Serafima used to skate on.

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November 27th, 1832 - October 25, 1871 - Emanuele Picone

Emanuele was a very patriotic child, even though during his childhood, knowing which country to be faithful to was always a confusing matter. He was determined, wanted to live for Italy, wanted to see Italy united. And when he turned 17, for some bizarre reason, even though the dream became laughable to his own ears, he didn’t stop from trying to achieve it. Perhaps he was looking for a meaning, something to do in this life, a purpose, or maybe something to keep him preoccupied, and distract him from the strange blur, the strange fog that would take over his mind every time he tried to think about the life that came before him. He fought for and with Giuseppe Garibaldi, and was later poisoned by a rat who didn’t like the new united Italy.

IMPORTANT CONNECTIONS

I don’t know of any yet, but it seems unlikely that he had any.

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March 31, 1818 - November 27th, 1832 - 曹恒 (Cao Heng)

[No face-claim]

Memories of lives who didn’t get to remember who they were (not turned 17) are much harder to access, so Patrick doesn’t actively remember this kid. There’s a blur where his face should be in his mind, and the memories feel like they’re locked away and he can only access snippets that sneak through cracks. The only thing he remembers are I was pushed; My clothing felt warm; The garden was ours, the pusher was not.

IMPORTANT CONNECTIONS

Unknown.

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- March 31, 1818 - Captain Véréne

[Face claim pending]

Under development. A woman escapes from a life ruled by others by taking over a pirate ship who tried to rob the one she’d been travelling on. With the might of the Fenrisulfr on her side, she takes over the ship and declares herself Captain. Few really oppose the lady with the long dark grey hair that turns to smoke when the wind brushes the ends, with the blood red lock of hair framing the side of her face, and eyes that glow like fire.

IMPORTANT CONNECTIONS

Constance de Lioncourt; first mate of ‘Le Rescapé’ and rumoured to be the lover of Captain Véréne and her advisor. She was ‘rescued’ by Véréne from an aristocratic life that was mostly lived by others for her, and brought onto her ship. At first, meeting a woman of colour as the leader of a pirate ship confused her, but the promise of the new life Véréne offered her cancelled any doubts she might have had of joining the crew. Her slowly acquired open-mindedness, and will for fun and new adventures, as well as her personality mixing well with that of the Captain, quickly made her the first mate of the ship.

Phillip; former first mate of the Captain who used to run the ship before Véréne, with her might as the Fenrisulfr, had him overthrown and claimed the ship and crew as her own. She held a sword to his throat and told the crew, who wanted to leave could leave, who wanted to stay was welcome to, answered all his remarks with a self-confidence so kind he’s never met before, and Phillip stayed. She’d been such a powerful presence, he felt he’d regret not joining her. He became her advisor in the matters of piracy and sailing she wasn’t familiar with, and later her lover, a liaison later joined by Constance as well.

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And this is the bottom. These are the lives I’ve come up with so far. But there’s gonna be many more. I may update this as I go.

#;ooc #[The Wolf];About #[The Wolf's universe]

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midnightlie · 8 years ago

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oh look another oliness fic actually, this is more of a scene that would fit probably pretty nicely somewhere much later down the line. it’s cute fjflksfd and it doesn’t really have too much direction but its CUTE

this is completely sfw btw!!!! also a couple notes:

-PDA makes nessa so embarrassed lol -Oliver speaks Aelish, a language from the country of Aelia, which is where this takes place

i think that’s about it lol i hope u enjoy it!

*****

She wonders how Oliver would kiss her if there was no reason to hold back.

Nessa draws forth the memory of how he looked today. He’d been wearing a loose, white shirt with short sleeves and a slight v-neck to give him better mobility as he swung his sword around to parry off Adam’s blows. He’d carried a smug air of confidence and it was incredible, she thought, how he was able to hold his own so well against someone she knew was military trained. His slick brown skin had been warm with the flush of exercise. Even now, she can still hear the chorus of his laughter as he stumbled and narrowly missed being cuffed by Adam’s sword.

She shivers. He hadn’t known she’d been watching - Nessa hadn’t even meant to stop and stare. She was merely passing the training yard on her way to the stables when she saw him. He was mesmerizing and he’d made her weak. All she could do was remember how good it feels to kiss him, how he graciously responds to her touch, the way he chases after her even as she pulls away to breathe.

He kisses her like he is starving and it is a slow, greedy thing. Her heart shudders as the memories spark a wave of pleasure. It ripples over her skin and down to the very pit of her stomach where it settles, warm and low. She groans to herself and presses the heels of her hands into her eyes and rubs, as if to wipe away the thought of Oliver’s whispered encouragements, his strong hands, his attentive mouth…

She sighs as the ghost of his hand slides over her hip and back up, as the memory of his thumb strokes her collarbone, and tilts her head back so that he can kiss her chin, her jaw. Nessa touches the lacing of her bodice at her stomach, follows the line of it with her fingertips up and down her torso.

For so long, all her energy has been spent on thinking about her next move and how to deal with the loss she’s faced. It feels strange to indulge in her own feelings for once, and now that she has, she doesn’t want to hold them back. Nessa stares at him from between a couple of books on the bookshelf. The arid heat drifts in from the open windows, ruffling her short hair, and the collar of his shirt.

He looks so damn good and all he’s doing is reading a book, for heaven’s sake. She’d have made herself known already if she wasn’t so choked up with such a bottomless hunger. She doesn’t want to come on too strong, lest he pull away and tell her to slow down.

Oliver’s posture is so relaxed, his expression soft and inviting. She takes a deep breath and nods to herself before slipping around the edge of the bookshelf and revealing her presence. He hasn’t even gotten a chance to glance up before she’s sitting down on the cushion beside him. The sun streaming in through the open window kisses her neck with heat and she leans into his shoulder.

“Hey, Freckles,” he says fondly, not the least bit startled as she curls her feet up beside her. He only spares her a fleeting glance though, kissing the top of her forehead and wrapping an arm around her shoulders before looking back down at his book.

Not exactly the reaction she was looking for, but not a bad start. She shifts so that she can press up far enough to kiss his cheek, lingering, tracing the opposite side of his jaw with her fingertip. A smile stretches her lips when she feels the exact moment she’s caught his attention, moving them slowly along his jaw toward his chin.

“Nessa?” he murmurs, curling his arm tighter around her.

Her eyes drift close as she wanders down the length of his neck, pushing aside the collar of his shirt. “Keep reading if you like,” she whispers, nosing his throat slightly. The smell of his skin is all heat and salt and sun and it fills her with heady pleasure. Her hand smooths down the front of his shirt and she tentatively draws her tongue across his collarbone.

He makes a soft noise of surprise at her forwardness and she feels him shift under her, putting his book aside. She wants to make him as crazy as he makes her, so her hand slides back up to cup the side of his neck as she works her mouth back to his jaw. The fire under her skin flares up when he turns his shoulders towards her and touches her wrist softly.

“Nessa?” he tries again, but his breath catches just slightly at the end of her name.

“Shhhh,” she replies. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course I don’t mind,” he says, laughter bubbling up in his voice. “Come here.” He shifts them, pulling her onto his lap for better access. She feels like purring when his hand strokes down her side, leaning into his touch like a love-starved cat. Even the most casual of touches feel sensual coming from him.

“Any particular reason you find me particularly irresistible today?” he wonders softly as she nuzzles his neck, kissing him just under his ear.

“Your effervescent charm, of course,” she teases with a hum, almost gasping when his hand skates very low on her lower back.

“But I’m always charming.” He grins and pulls her tight against his chest before swooping down to kiss her. Finally, finally, she’s gotten what she wanted. While he’s being sweet, she still feels distance. She knows that he holds back out of consideration for her - she’s confused, and things have been so hard lately. But Nessa has decided at last that she cannot stand another moment without knowing what it truly means to be kissed by Oliver.

She makes a noncommittal sigh of pleasure and wraps her other arm around his neck, drawing herself as close as she can. He smiles against her mouth and she catches him off guard when she hikes up her skirts and shifts so that she can spread her legs and straddle him. In her enthusiasm, the top of her sleeve slips off her shoulder.

She licks the swell of his bottom lip, eagerly setting the pace as he opens his mouth to her. It’s only a moment later that he groans into her, as if he’s never been more satisfied in his entire life. The sound travels down to the pit of her belly and out to the tips of her toes, igniting an itch under her skin only he can scratch.

He kisses down the side of her face to her exposed shoulder as she catches her breath. “You smell so good, Princess,” he murmurs, voice low and warm like thunder.

She runs a hand through his cropped hair, his hands sliding lower than the divot at the end of her spine. Under his touch, she trembles and buries her face against the crook in his neck. “So do you,” she replies shakily.

He hums. “I’m halfway convinced you’re here because you’re looking for something in particular,” he tells her, kissing her shoulder. “What do you want?”

It’s almost embarrassing, she thinks, but Oliver has a record for giving her exactly what she asks for. She gets a smile in her voice even as her cheeks become flushed. “I...I just want you to kiss me,” she nearly whispers, her voice breaking.

His hand strokes down the length of her spine, his tone softening. “I am kissing you, Princess.”

“More,” she says, pulling away just enough to meet his eyes, blushing. “Not like...I just mean I don’t want you to hold back anymore.”

He touches her face gently, tucking a tuft of her hair behind her ear. The stars in his eyes when he looks at her makes her feel wholly ethereal. “We have plenty of time to get there,” he tells her. “We don’t have to rush anything.”

She frowns and presses her forehead to the ridge of his eyebrow as she looks down, playing with the collar of his shit. “But I love you,” she says in a small voice.

He sighs blissfully and squeezes her tighter. “I love you, too.”

Her voice shakes a bit. “I don’t want to wait,” she tells him softly, feeling far too vulnerable. How had her ambush on him turned into exactly the kind of rebuttal she didn’t want? Still, she has to admit that this kind of emotional intimacy is fulfilling, too. She still clings to him and he doesn’t seem to be letting her go anytime soon either.

“I do,” he murmurs. “Is that okay?”

When he puts it that way, the idea of begging him to do something he doesn’t want makes her feel gross. “Of course,” she says.

“Someday, when things are better, I’ll take you to bed and kiss you as much as you’d like,” he tells her. “Wherever you’d like. I promise.”

She threads her fingers gently through the hair at the nape of his neck. His words, while as gentle and innocent as they can possibly be, send a shiver down her spine. She knows he feels it because his lips curl into a smile.

“I love you,” she says again, because what else can she say? He shifts as though to lean back in for another kiss when the library door opens and someone comes walking in. They immediately spot Nessa curled up on Oliver’s lap and apologize. At least, she thinks they’re apologizing. They haven’t been in Aelia long, so she hasn’t had any time to learn any of the language yet, but her voice seem to be rueful, even with a humorous lilt to it.

Nessa hides her face in his neck out of embarrassment, but doesn’t crawl off him. His arm tightens around her waist and he replies to what might be a teasing jab with good-natured irritation. Even though she’s embarrassed to have been caught in such an inappropriate, intimate scene, her heart soars. She can stay with him. She can be with him. For the first time, the reality of that statement has started to sink in.

After another moment of exchanged words, the woman laughs and leaves the library, shutting the doors behind her.

“That was Arissa,” Oliver says after a moment. “She says dinner will be ready shortly.” After a pause, he adds. “I’ve never seen you so shy.”

“That woman saw us like this,” Nessa says, as though its the most scandalous thing she can imagine. She pulls back again so that she can see his face and he’s smiling at her.

“Aelia’s traditionally a bit more lenient about public affection than Wisteria,” he says. “No one is going to scold you for touching a boy.”

She laughs and leans in to kiss his cheek. “Lucky boy.”

His eyes glitter. “Indeed. What do you say we get washed up for dinner?”

Nessa slides off his lap a bit reluctantly so that he can stand, but takes his hand immediately when he offers it. “Will you teach me some Aelish after we eat?” she asks. If they’re going to be hiding in this country, she ought to at least attempt to learn a few words in their language.

He smiles with all the warmth of a sun. “Sure.”

#nessa and oliver #taylor writes things #i love them i cant wait to write things like this for them all the time weeps

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