#andbreathe

[murkyhazed]

@andbreathe said: ❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜ - issac to bortus

               he   cranes   his   head   to   the   side,   letting   the   words   of   the   other   bounce   around   in   his   mind.      odd   for   someone   like   isaac   to   pay   a   compliment.      odd   for   bortus   to   pay   one   as   well.      however,   given   the   circumstances   and   the   success   of   their   recent   mission,   the   moclan   is   inclined   to   agree.      ❝   indeed.      i   do   believe   the   crew   would   be   less   functional   if   we   were   not   around.   ❞

[billyktothemax]

@andbreathe asked: ❛ there’s bravery in being soft ❜

"It doesn't feel very brave. Sometimes it doesn't feel very kind, either." He could think of times where he did try and be softer, asking his mom and dad gentle questions about his childhood... it only ever seemed to hurt them. Opening up like that just didn't end well. "Who ever said may not have been very soft themself."

[shevaults]

after the institute is destroyed, nora and shaun stay at the castle to rest and regroup. the pair, preston garvey and a group of minutemen make the trip to sanctuary the day after, and by that point, word of the victory has been blasted over freedom radio. the radio was clear and the blast was even louder: the institute was defeated. what they don't mention is how nora gunned down every soul in there, didn't activate the evacuation order, and left no survivors.

her thoughts are a whirlwind the entire way there, from how people might react when she returns to did i just see something or is it the chems? to focus, focus, focus. her thoughts are never helpful, never problem solving, only a string of paranoia that she tries to push down as shaun asks her questions as if they've always been together. it takes a lot of adjusting to. being a mother again makes her itch like a snake shedding its skin; part of nora that was stifled down is fighting to come out, and she has to let it.

what she didn't think over was piper's reaction to shaun. nora feels like a fool for that. they're in public when they see each other, surrounded by people in sanctuary that are demanding answers, and nora only gets the feeling that something about shaun being here has upset piper before she's gone. later, having asked nick to watch over shaun, nora finds herself on piper's doorstep wringing her hands like a fifteen year old about to pick up his date for prom.

only this isn't prom, this is the wasteland. nora's been strung up over her split with hancock for weeks, she hasn't touched chems since the morning in an effort to be a better mom, and everything feels unsteady. all she can think about is possibly losing another person due to father's actions: hancock was furious with her about her killing father, about failing the railroad, and father created shaun. it feels like a sick cycle that never ends.

tentatively, nora knocks gently on piper's door. "piper?" she calls out, her voice soft against the creeping night, "are you in?"/ @andbreathe

[witchkillr]

❛ where did you think you were going? ❜ - Lilia

" ON A WALK. what, is that illegal now? " agatha hates to wear her distress so blatantly. it makes her itch, the idea that lilia of all people could peer into her inner workings and construct an understanding of them, but tonight has been impossibly trying and she is out of patience to lie with. " get out of my way. "

[chrmiing]

“ that was fucking adorable ~” → skam sentence starters, accepting.

Since the barriers changes the charming family had grown significantly, the younger tremaines had made their move into the castle as per his mothers wish and to welcome that change Naucris celebrated the positive step the only way they knew how. A ball. Now a veteran at that kind of thing Chad had offered the younger addition a helping hand, to make her feel more comfortable. Chad had grown quite fond of Dizzy and was taking her a waltz around the ballroom - practice it was.

Concluding the session with a bow, it wasn't until the young girl ran off he realised he had company. The voice echoing across the floor had him turning on the spot. ❛ What are you doing here? I thought you weren't able to make it ❜ Bright smile gracing his lips as he swept across the floor to meet the other. Pressing a kiss to his temple to make sure he wasn't imaging the moment. ❛ I didn't think I was going to see you.. ❜

@andbreathe

[mastcrmarksman]

@andbreathe gets a surprise starter for saying a secret code (aka "marvel's avengers is a good game")

❝ You don't even feel a little bad, d'ya? ❞

[goddamnmuses]

@andbreathe wanted a starter from Archer

Archer groans as he sits up from his slumber and rubs his eyes. "How long have you been watching me?"

[we1sh]

❛ do you think he'll ever come back ? ❜ their new life was stranger now . back in cardiff , back to reality where it felt boring but exciting . anwen cooed in her cot , blissfully unaware . gwen rests her head into him . almost content , but she's restless .

@andbreathe ( rhys ) liked for a little thing .

[murkyhazed]

@andbreathe said: ❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜ claire to issac

               ❝   i   am   aware   of   that,   doctor.   ❞      gaze   is   fixed   on   the   hand   that   currently   rests   on   his   arm.      he   had   turned,   ready   to   leave   the   vicinity   and   return   to   his   post   when   her   grasp   had   stopped   him.      then   came   the   words,   which   he   was   a   bit   confused   by.      of   course   he   can   talk   to   her,   he   can   in   theory   talk   to   anyone   aboard   the   orville.      though   if   he   had   to   approximate   her   meaning,   she   was   probably   referring   to   something   deeper.      humans   are   creatures   of   connection,   and   he   has   observed   during   his   time   here   that   when   something   they   deem   is   wrong,   they   communicate   to   another   their   troubles.      being   kaylon,   he   does   not   have   the   capacity   to   worry   or   feel   much   of   anything.      so,   while   the   sentiment   is   understood   from   a   humans   perspective,   it   does   not   relate   to   him.      ❝   ensign   burke   has   said   similar   phrases   to   me   since   joining   the   orville.      it   is   not   out   of   the   ordinary.      she   shares   the   same   opinions   as   many   on   the   orville.   ❞

[thehxrkness]

@andbreathe started following you

"Don't worry, I'm not here to haunt you Jen."

[thewitchesreaper]

@andbreathe

Death's time wasn't just reserved for Agatha or the witches her ex associated with. She had other people to tend to, and some of those people, she would find fascinating, like a doctor who worked at Seattle Grace Hospital in Seattle, Washington. George O'Malley to be exact. And though she knew his time was coming soon, she had found herself amused by him and his co-workers. In fact, there were several doctors at this particular hospital she had been keeping her eye on, but unlike the rest of them George's time was drawing to a close.

Feigning a horrific injury as she was wheeled in on a stretcher, Rio called out in false agony doing her best to put on a show for all those around her. It was the most interesting way she knew how to introduce herself naturally into George's life, and she couldn't wait to get closer to the man, she'd be accompanying to the other side after getting hit by a bus.

[billyktothemax]

@andbreathe replied to your post “Comment for a starter in Billly's Run Away...”:

for jen :)

"What are you doing here?" Billy asked. The bus stop was no place for a woman like Jen. Sure, he blended in fine, but Jen had the sort of refinement that just didn't seem to settle in at a Greyhound lot. His backpack lay at his feet, but Scratchy was in his crate on the seat next to him, so he leaned back instead of to the side, arms crossing. "I thought you'd be done with all this coven stuff."

[deathclaims]

the witches road is ever so real. a realm of danger and beauty. full of chaos that unites witches who seek their truest desire. billy, an existence that was an abomination to this planet, managed to bring forth his own interpretation of the plane. it was hard to deny her own fascination by it but it didn't change the fact he is a disruption to the reality. with that, lives were lost even if it meant the benefit of taking the souls as death. LILIA JUST HAPPENED TO BE ONE OF THE VICTIMS OF THIS CRIME. " you did. " sacrifices are one of the truest and noble natures of death. it was always interesting to see their reasoning. " do you not feel at peace, lilia? " it was a genuine question, " you saved the coven from the salem seven. is that not something to be proud of? "

@andbreathe ( lilia ) : i thought i was doing the right thing

[witchkillr]

❛ you behave, i’ll behave. ❜ - jen :)

BOSTON, 1922. they're in a backroom downtown, all velvet tufting and mediocre jazz, and fuck, but it's been awhile. clearly jennifer's memory is long, though, and sharp when it comes to agatha, like so many are. that's the problem with infamy, the chief one in witching circles - witches don't forget. they hold grudges that fester and ferment and rot, and then they tell their covens, and then ...

" alright, alright - " hissing through her teeth, agatha lays a hand on jennifer's arm, squeezing just tightly enough to hurt. " listen, don't look now, but that schmuck in the corner's got it in for you. paid me a pretty penny to see you bound. "

[ she was never going to follow through. upfront payment only, and a standard memory-altering charm slipped in the man's breast pocket for good measure. her personal hatred notwithstanding, because agatha is not most witches, and she can think about it on more levels than just the one ... jennifer is a necessary evil. ]

[unbeleveable]

@andbreathe liked for a ghost!agatha starter for lilia

"Lilia, hey," Agatha greeted the other witch with a clearing of her throat. "I thought you'd be chilling in the spirit world with your old coven..."

[lookedinfinite]

" i'm aching to attack . " from @andbreathe / lamarr

maeve never gets too involved: sat on edge of nearby surface, soundless in her watching the noise and buzz of crew interacting. curious eyes are always watching, always studying, never keeping herself distant in any kind of believing herself better. instead it's just the outcome of a quiet personality - shyness not exactly a natural mix of the amount of attention her work, her research, seems to bring her way. hell if it was up to her... she'd forever just be 'm. donovan' on her papers, faceless and removed.

"an attack's going to get you knocked out." it's rare, the way her voice is half hidden by the music playing, observing the game that has only grown more competitive over past hour as others have finally worked out how to play it. 

slender shoulders shrug all the same, taking small sip of drink and glancing around again. "he's only got three attack points left." little explanation comes softly, as if regretting piping up. it's no different than counting cards - subconsciously keeping score in back of mind when observing latest efforts.