#hi i'm still working on wingless angel

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(My husband's name online is Akileese so this result is SO FUCKING FUNNY)

I made a uquiz assigning you kin with an epic Greek hero

[brucewaynehater101]

That Wingless Wing AU, I’m guessing that it’s probably like a 25-75 of whether people have wings or not? Because otherwise Jack and Janet wouldn’t hate the idea of wings, because they’d be normal, expected.

Anyway, what would the wings look like? Would they be regular bird wings? Angel wings? Bat wings? Dragon or devil wings? Any and all combinations? What do you think everyone’s wings would look like, and is there any meaning behind them?

Also, if the Joker removed Tim’s wings, I can only guess that it would leave a NASTY couple of scars. It would be easy enough to hide them… at least until Tim gets injured. How do the Batfam react when they realize what happened?

Finally, you specifically used the word “hybrid” to refer to winged people. Does that mean they have other instincts/characteristics, and are there other types of hybrids?

(Sorry it’s such a long ask!)

Og post for anyone who wants to check it out!

Fantastic questions! Let's get into it ^^

I didn't think about specifics for winged/hybrid population distribution, but it would be on the lower side. Less than 50%, but you could play the Drakes' attitude as a common sentiment of rich folk (something about dehumanization, lack of rights, history, increased prevalence of hybrids, etc).

In Gotham, the social attitude about hybrids is better. The Waynes are famous for their wings, after all, and Martha Wayne had gorgeous wing decorations/jewelry.

As far as wing type, it depends on how far you want the AU to go. For this one specifically, it's simpler for there to only be winged hybrids. This still opens the AU for tons of exploration on the types of wings each person has (although, I'm curious if Penguin is a hybrid and how that works).

Overall, their instincts/needs/behaviors are similar. There may be some small distinctions (like wing type care or personality), but they all desire connection, a nest (both in a metaphorical "home" sense and a physical cuddling space), helping their loves ones, preening, and calls/coos/vocal stuff (not all of them are birds). Add more if you'd like!

Dick's wings are colorful. He's also more vocal and cuddly. He's often cooing and being physically affectionate with others (such as rubbing his face against someone else like some birds do).

Jason's were white. Because of his inability to take care of them, they were grey/dirty and wilted at first. If you want to hc the Lazarus Pits gave him his wings back, then they came back black (like a crow or raven).

Oof.... So I know I said Joker saw Tim as a bird with his wings... But I really love the idea of Tim having dragon wings. They had holes and were shriveled due to his constant disuse and the amulet. The wings he makes for Robin are mechanical bird ones, but he does miss his own wings.

Cass isn't a hybrid, but she does understand the others' instincts. She gets eerily good at mimicking different calls and will be first to drag someone into the nest.

Steph has gorgeous bird wings that are one vibrant color. Purple sounds like a cop out, so maybe a midnight blue or deep pastel yellow.

Damian and all of the al Ghuls have bat wings. Bruce, on the other hand, has red wings that he uses black temp die for patrols.

Jim Gordon doesn't have wings. He would not have made it to Commissioner if he did (anti-hybrid sentiment has gotten better, but not enough). I can't decide if Barbara should have wings or not. Either way, she can't use them when she becomes paralyzed :(

Duke's wings are either orange or yellow with cool black highlights and patterns to them ^^

Alfred is not a hybrid, but he was in a thruple with Martha and Thomas Wayne. He helped them with their preening and helped Bruce (and later all the batkids) as well

I could give all of them specific meanings behind their wings/what animal they are closest to, but not now. Instead! Let's get into Tim's scars.

TW: wing removal, torture, JJ

The Joker was not kind nor careful about the removal. The pain and gore were as much the point as the removal themselves. Tim still wakes up choking on his breath over the feeling of his wings being removed. The physical pain, emotional, and hybrid instinct hell were brutal for the kid.

The scars were gnarly, but his parents paid for treatments to lessen how much they etched into Tim's skin. By the end, they were a bit thinner and paler. They were still very visible but not as painful to look at.

For humor and angst sake, let's say the batfam learns about Tim's missing spleen. He shows off the scar and shrugs.

The others are having a reasonable breakdown over Tim losing his spleen when one of them asks, "Have you lost any more body parts?"

Tim pauses too long.

The Bats freak out some more.

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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 13

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“Because of those bad rumors, when I went to the department alone, the only senior who looked after me and took care of me without prejudice was Dohee.”

“She was a real wingless angel. When I was thinking about taking a leave of absence because of a big problem in my family, even though Dohee was busy, took part in the work and helped out until dawn, so I didn't drop out of school.”

“She was a senior with a really good personality, but she looked so busy that she couldn’t even talk properly… .”

“Everyone liked Dohee, but I’m really, really sorry.”

“You know what? When the staff cleaning the hallway collapsed, senior Dohee gave first aid and called an ambulance, so I was able to receive treatment right before a major problem occurred.”

“She was really kind, so there were a lot of good kids around her. I couldn't even talk because Kim Han-jun sunbae kept her from coming.”

“Ah, that dog is the real senior bastard.”

I'm so grateful that someone told me what I wanted to say.

“Ah, but Kim Han-jun, that crazy little dog is funny.”

“Why?”

“Suddenly, while drinking, he called out Dohee's name and he was sobbing and vomiting, and he wasn't even angry. I was filming a new monodrama by myself, but I saw something I couldn't really see!”

“You can’t see that person’s face these days, so what is he doing?”

“I don't know. He said that he was drinking alcohol every day, and then Matteng went and couldn't doze off, and he just took a leave of absence before the semester started. Rumor has it that he is still drunk these days.”

It's not that Mattang didn't graduate because he went, but he didn't have any skills at all.

The professor would never let him pass the thesis, and even if he graduated, there was no answer, so he was on an indefinite leave of absence to save his face. It's called an honorable death.

“Oh, by the way, is there anyone in touch with Dohee’s senior family members?”

“I keep getting letters to the department office to see if her family has moved. It must have been written down as the second address on the paper.”

“What letter?”

“It’s a letter from a facility kid that Dohee-senpai donated. So it's kind of like calling not to send... ”

“Wow, only real waves and waves are coming out. ”

“That’s it.”

As I listened to them, I quickly walked towards the department's office where the letter from the child was.

thought body spoke to me as I was moving silently.

- There are too many people who like you here without knowing it.

-… I see. I didn't know.

I just scratched the tip of my nose. Although semi-transparent state did not scratch properly .

- That's why, Lucifer's curse that covered your soul was purged in an instant, and a strange thing happened when the God sensed your lost soul.

- What kind of anomaly?

-You are not originally born in Korea, but you were born.

-right.

- Two completely unrelated dimensions intersect, and cracks form at the intersection, allowing you to see the future of this place, albeit for a moment. The future of Asteria without you.

-ah! That +19 novel.

-yes. It's like reading a prophecy.

- If possible, I'll show you to the end.

The thought-form caused a great ripple as if sympathizing again.

-If the rift was bigger, we could have seen more of the future.

- The writer was not lazy. Anyway, I was lucky enough to have averted a planned catastrophe thanks to reading the novel.

I felt a strange feeling.

It's a phone call, and it seems that only bad luck comes in succession in life.

Life in the previous life seemed like only misfortunes were overlapped at first glance, but there were good relationships within it, and thanks to not losing goodwill, I was able to quickly escape the curse of the great devil.

'Also, the knowledge I gained here was very helpful.'

Thanks to different experiences and information about the future, I was able to face the devil more easily.

-Maybe, there won't be a single moment of meaningless time... .

Shoot-ah-

The moment I entered the department's office, a strong wind blew in through the open window, and the white letter on the desk fluttered like a butterfly. It was a reply from a child who I used to sent monthly donations and letters.

They were scattered one by one by the wind, and I slowly scanned the contents in the sunlight that shattered like jewels.

[thank you.]

I filled my eyes with the four letters engraved at the end of the letter.

It was probably the only word I wanted to hear the most in my previous life. And I felt that a true farewell to this world had come.

- Thank you too.

I muttered a bit bitterly. Now it was time to go back to where we were.

***

… I thought so.

-Hey, Mr. Thought?

It seems like it's time to go slowly, but at some point the guy doesn't answer.

-Mr thought-nim?

So I politely called.

-Answer me. I want to go home! You brought me all the way here, so I need you to take me home.

Where did he really go? Is it possible to become a ghost wandering the campus like this?

- This kind of joke is no fun. If you don't show up in 3 seconds, I know how to grind it to a fine powder as soon as I get out! Don't you think I can't break dragon bones? So, to be honest, it's a waste, but you know I'm very rich, right?

I even threatened outright that I would change the body, but the guy doesn't think about responding.

- Ha, what's really going on.

I scoured the campus for a while, trying to find the thought body, and then I felt exhausted, so I sat in the back of the faculty room where I was always sitting and fell on my desk.

- Where the hell did you go?

'I wonder what happened in the sanctuary that contained the rosary?'

But if it were, the thought body would have sensed it first and took action, but it was strange that it was so quiet.

-If you sleep like this, a miracle like that might happen the next day when you wake up in bed.

Deborah Bing's early days of 'sleep', which she tried many times while denying reality!

I didn't come to the place where I slept the best for nothing.

- through this time.

I lay on my stomach for a while and closed my eyes when suddenly something tapped my shoulder.

… wh, who?

I raised my head in amazement, and then I looked at the person in front of me and opened my eyes wide.

-Who the hell are you?

- By any chance, you don't know me?

A soft smile crossed the man's eyes.

I was lost for a moment, then I came to my senses and coughed in vain.

-… Because he's the one I know.

The reason why I didn't recognize it for a moment was because Isidor was wearing an unfamiliar outfit.

- Probably right?

He was wearing a slim fit shirt with a toned body, and even had a watch on his wrist.

He grabs the desk and leans his head in front of me. He had a tight vein on his forearm, with his shirt rolled up.

He smiled as if he was going to decorate the cover of a foreign men's magazine, and he gently trimmed my messy hair.

- Am I dreaming?

- Please. It's time to go home, Deborah Youngae.

-by the way… Sir Isidor, why are you dressed like that?

- These clothes. Don't like it?

-no way. Handsome. the best. Perfect. thank you!

Since it was a state of the soul, the truth began to come out without any fuss.

-I tried to imitate the costume of the portrait that the princess had kept in the past, and you really like this. But who is that bastard? I thought it looked pretty good.

-uh?

- Princess, I saw the house of your previous life.

Aww! aww! Wait a minute.

Come to think of it, the clothes Isidor is wearing. It is similar to the one worn by the GQ cover model I kept in the box in my previous life.

That's... .

- Have you been watching Isidore? Since when!?

-Is it from the time the Princess followed Locke Visconti with a very excited face?

- Me, when am I? And if you're by my side, give me a sign! too bad!

-When the thought body pulled the princess's soul out of the body, my soul came with it too, but even though I could hear it and see it, my voice couldn't reach it.

- Why?

- The thought body didn't seem to want to be interrupted by the conversation with the princess. Maybe now he's allowed us to meet.

He looked around slowly with his characteristic quest planted eyes.

- It's a strange dimension. The fact that he has no mana at all and he has a high-level civilization. This stuff is also interesting.

He looked at the magazine and said, waving his wrist watch that he realized.

- You seem to have already adapted to this place.

Maybe Isidor is the real possessive body. Now, he was a Harley Queen's male protagonist, who can be seen by anyone.

-If I could understand the language here, I would have known better about Princess, but that's a pity.

Isidore didn't seem to understand the words of his family and classmates due to the language barrier. But everything else seemed to have been grasped through conversations between me and the thought body.

- If you didn't see it with your own eyes, it would have been hard to believe.

He said in a voice full of determination.

- thanks.

- what?

- Not so long ago, Princess-sama thought our world was a novel. But in order to be considerate of me, I tried to hide that part and tell only the truth and the core as much as possible.

-.....

As always, he is very kind.

-you… Makes me feel like a really good, nice person. every time.

- You're a good person, aren't you? So it must have been love at first sight Twice.

It was a contradiction to fall in love at first sight, but it was true only to the two of us.

He smiled as he loosened his tie.

-I want to explore this world more, but I don't think the time will be long... .

- Do you know where the thought body is?

-yes. But before...

-yes?

- In the past, who was the man that the princess held until the portrait?

Obviously, he is smiling brightly like a flower, but I can feel the thorns inside.

Although there is a language barrier, there is no barrier to painting, so Isidor was mistaken for the GQ magazine as a portrait of a certain man.

I can't even tell a proper lie because I'm in a state of my soul and I can't make up my face. It is impossible to overwrite that magazine with Yoon Do-yeon, a blood relative of a previous life!

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Me again on the DNAngel au!

One! ...What exactly is a "Principality" ? Do the angels like, represent different principles? (And what were/are they if so?)

Two! So an Angel can fall, but regain their prior status, can demons do the same? Also, why wouldn't Leo "I'm nothing without them" sabotage himself to get kicked out too?

(Unless something else bad would happen instead..?)

And, does April tell anyone about Donnie, and so they ever get like... Found out? (I assume the relationship is frowned upon) (They are SUPER cute btw!!!)

Thanks so much for being open to questions!!!!

Hello again!! Good to see you lol

So, I'm not gonna get too much into the question regarding the principalities here only cause I'm gonna make a post explaining the hierarchy of angels (and maybe demons, tho theirs is slightly less put together because "chaos"), but I will say that they govern the principles of large groups! Their job is to make sure the morality of leaders in groups stay straight, and to report to heaven when/if it doesn't.

And yes! Demons can work to regain their angel status (that's what Raph is trying to do actually, but he's too good at being bad, so he's struggling qnsbsnd) As for Leo, of course, he could sabotage himself, however, while I consider Leo a clever character, his wants are so painfully written on his face that the heavens know becoming a demon would be a grace to him, not a punishment. While the hugher-up angels are very impersonal, they're not so impersonal that they can't figure out someone's desires. So, at best, they would demote him into a fallen angel, and unfortunately fallen angels can't stay in Hell long or else they'll begin to molt and their wings become useless. Besides, there are two pretty angels in heaven that Leo has the intentions of wooing, so he can't risk being wingless in Hell for the rest of his eternal life. And since his brothers hold nothing against him and they're all still able to see each other, an angel Leo remains.

And surprisingly yes. She tells Sunita and Leo finds out because of Donnie. Initially, Donnie pulls the old "I wanna follow after you because I want to become an angel again 🥺" ploy on her, and she's so excited that someone recognized her skills as a do-gooder that she can't help excitedly tell Sunita about it. She starts to get shy about it when Kendra kinda figures it out, and for a while, she treats Donnie like a dirty little secret (which is not easy to hide because her halo would literally form a heart whenever she's lost on cloud nine about Donnie).

Their relationship is frowned upon, yes, but not in the sense that she'll necessarily have to become a demon or a fallen angel, because demons are essentially just angels under new management in this AU. So in the end, it's a slightly less intense Romeo and Juliet situation.

But it does mess with April's already ruined reputation, but going along with her canon character arc, April kinda learns to accept the fact that she's a bit unorthodox, but there are people who are gonna love her regardless of it.

Once again, thank you for the questions!! The interest in this silly little au has me so motivated to make more of it ^^

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Destroying Angel

Here's a shitty little Dani and Theo blurb only loosely copy-edited because I'm lazy. Thank you to @oceanmusings @vxntxque and @darlingsoulbeautifulthoughts for reading it over.

TW: What Dani does isn't exactly s/h but could still be triggering

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‘This deadly herb is in itself fate,

Many times given through anger and hate,

Some take it to find everlasting peace,

For a beating heart it will quickly cease’

-Kieran J

There was no magic in the world that could bring back the dead. No potion, enchantment or curse. Once the line between the living and the death was crossed, no soul would ever return. That did not mean the line couldn’t be tiptoed. 

Danielle Price would never set eyes on her parents in the land of the living, so instead she traded moments of her mortal life with the land of the dead.

Five berries was all it took. Usually, Dani would wait longer between experiments, both to allow her body to remove the poison in her system, and to avoid any unfortunate run-ins with the other girls in the dormitory. She couldn’t wait this time. Not when she was so close to a breakthrough.

It began first as a shortness of breath as she was slowly suffocated from the inside. This was not a pastime Dani would recommend trying at home. Despite the way her skin chilled, a red flush rose to her cheeks. The process took longer each time, yet remained consistent in its discomfort. Her hands became clammy as the last remaining berry fell from her grip before it could reach her violet lips.

Suddenly they were before her. Albeit slightly translucent, the image of Atlas and Genevieve Price was almost clear as day. 

“Mama.” Dani made to step forward, but her legs were jelly and the ground was swirling mist. Each heightened dose always worked a little harder to try and kill her. 

Purple foam bubbled and dripped from her lips as her knees buckled beneath her. She hit the ground and something snapped beneath her. Her wrist. She glanced up, her parents were already flickering in and out of existence. No. She needed to stay in this moment. She was so close. 

Tucking her injured wrist beneath her, Dani used her other hand to drag herself toward the fallen berry. Bile burned her throat and she coughed, gasping for any sliver of oxygen she could get. Just a little longer, that was all she needed. Her veins were solid ice, but she was not deterred. With a trembling hand she reached out, her juice-stained fingertips just brushing the berry before it was crushed by polished black leather. 

Dani’s eyes trailed from the intruder's shoe up to the face that hovered over her, features etched in concern.

“Teddy.”

He looked like a wingless angel who had been tossed from the heavens and landed on his feet. Instead, he had landed on her last chance to see her parents. Their image was almost completely transparent now, flickering in and out of life. So much had led to this moment. The air was sharp with the sense of finality. Somehow, this felt like the end.

“No, no I need to see them! Mama! Papa!” She tried to push past Theodore, scrambling toward the illusion, but his hands wrapped around her waist and hoisted her up and away from the scene. Still, she clawed at his arms and squirmed like a wild creature, fighting for one more glimpse until exhaustion gave out. 

When her panic ebbed she realised she was cradled in Theo’s arms, her cheek pressed against the soft jumper covering his chest. She wasn’t sure when the tears had started but she was more than crying. Great sobs wracked through her body as the illusion vanished and she gulped down heaving breaths of air. 

At some point she found herself perched on the edge of her bed. The poison had been wiped away from her skin, though her fingertips appeared more magenta than pink. Theo’s fingers in her hair were trembling but gentle and comforting and wrong.

Suddenly she whirled on Theo, jabbing a finger into his chest. “You had no right!”

“No right? Merlin, Dan, I just saved your life!”

“I don’t need your help. It never lasts long.” She had never pushed herself too far before. Today had just been a fluke, a consequence of ingesting the poison too soon since the last time.

“How long, Dani?” The edge of fear in his voice was off putting. Nott feared nothing. 

There was a certain weight to the feeling of someone fearing for you rather than simply fearing you. It was nothing like the concern of a parent at the playground or a professor when your grade slipped. The seriousness of Theo’s gaze ran so much deeper, enough to make Dani a little sorry for what she had been doing.

“It has nothing to do with you.” She spoke low, trying to rekindle the fire in which her fury had burned. Instead, she felt defeated. 

“It has everything to do with me,” Theo insisted. He was gripping her shoulders firmly, wether to keep her anchored or stop her from trying to get away, Dani didn’t know. “Did you ever stop to think about the living people who cared about you? You’re killing yourself for something that isn’t even real.”

“They’re real enough.” They were all she had. 

“No, they’re not. No magic in the world can make an illusion care for you. I- we, the living, care about you. You don’t need to poison yourself for that.” He picked up the remnants of the crushed belladonna and tossed it into the fire. “The rest?”

“That was all I had.” She kept her eyes focused on the fire, her tears blurring the flames so that it looked as if she were swimming in them. She truly felt as if she were burning, incinerating months of the disillusion that her mother and father hadn’t left her for good.

Theodore knelt down before her, there was a cut on his cheek from her nails that made Dani wince, and brushed a sweat soaked strand of hair from her face. She hated when he became soft. It made her feel as though she deserved it. 

“Show me the rest, Dani.”

With a sigh, Dani stumbled to her dresser, opening the top draw to reveal several vials of plants and berries. Lily of the Valley, black bryony, Thornapple and all manners of poisons, some of which she had grown herself. She hesitated, moving to shut the draw again but Theo’s hand circled her wrist, gently prying it away. Dani dropped her hands to her sides in shame while Theodore moved with determination between the dresser and the fireplace in the center of the dorm. One by one Theo uncapped each vial, discarding the contents into the flames as if each pour didn’t twist Danielle’s heart into knots as she let go of the one connection to her parents. 

It was easier to hold herself back from stopping him than she’d imagined. The land of the living had been waiting for her with open arms, leading her down from the tightrope between line and death until it was her time.

[kylo-wrecked]

<< Ben's Prospect Park West address, Brooklyn, NY >>

He did not wake up like this, clammy and addled with paranoia. He never went to bed. It's 02:00 AM, according to the Apple Watch drooping like a minimalist, hollowed-out Dali over the bedside clock he never uses, which reads 01:53 AM. The difference is negligible when every passing minute feels like absolute murder, but at least the alarm clock says he has about thirteen hours and seven minutes until the Mayoral Unity Dinner. Unity because Christmas is dead, and his mother, The Senator, and New York's new feminine elect, Mayor Holdo, have slain it. 

It's been an endless maelstrom of press updates and interviews since Thanksgiving. He can't look at The Post headlines anymore, not even for fun. In the past, Ben's found riding the F line back and forth oddly soothing. If only it worked for him today. If only a cap and a pair of sunglasses provided a shield for him. If only he could tell his mother, no, he wasn't going to the dinner, on principle, because he didn't want to make an effort. It's easier to swipe away half-written texts ("i don't know how i'm still not used to it," "idk how i'm going to get through the day," "dk how i ran out already, spot me a few?") and far easier to scroll through r/ChefKnives until his left arm's numb and he's right back at the coffee force patina post that started this week's rabbit hole. 

Faint contact between his face and fingers reminds him that shaving and showering needed to happen the night before and didn't. Oh, and his suit is still at the cleaners. He's been a poor father to Oscar De La Renta's linens. Phenomenal. 

Anxiety circuits through him; everything he's avoided seems to rise to the surface in a hellish rapid snowmelt. Somehow, Ben can evenly spread his breathing out over each passing moment, bringing him a moment's or so relief. The sound is mollifying, like rain and soft music dripping in from another room. Maybe it's because Ben can’t measure his breath with his face submerged in a pillow, but when he lifts his head, he understands that he isn't breathing at all. The sound he hears is coming from another room. It's the only thing that's gotten him out of bed all day. He feels his way through his darkened bedroom and the even darker adjoining parlor-turned-dining room by memory and preternaturally good hearing: what he hears, apart from the breathing, is the sound of waiting.

Either Santa came early this year, or Ben's dealing with a home intruder. There are worse things, he tells himself as he approaches the kitchenette. The sensation that moves with him as he does is not horror. It's more like relief.

On a long oval table sits a beautiful set of chef knives from a linked Etsy shop on the titular subreddit, an advanced reward for the torture due him in twelve-ish hours, seven minutes, and seconds diminishing by seconds. His favorite has a weighted ho wood handle and a broad powder blue patinaed blade that curves upward at the tip. He swipes this knife off the dining-turned-mail room table and hoists it over his shoulder like one of Michelangelo's bitter, wingless angels in the Sistene Chapel, the damned ready to strike down the damned. Then he sees a small, familiar face, with its curious hazel eyes and soft, knowing smile, fill the kitchen archway, and he steps back, his arm falls. And the moment he does, relief leaves him.

"What the fuck." His laugh is stunned and incredulous and undoubting all at once. "Beth, uh." 

Ben looks at her. She's wearing the frayed denim shirt he thought the cleaning lady threw out. The bottle of Jameson rests against her bare thigh. He gets a little hard in his sweats, despite himself.

"What are you doing here?" he begins. But he trails off when Beth tip-toes toward him. She gets so close. All he is left with is his tentative, puzzled expression of soi-disant vapidness. Gingerly so as not to be noticed, he pushes the chef knife under a convection oven with the heel of his palm.

How did she get up here? Did she scale the fire escape like a faery, like one of the Lost Boys, or Pan himself? Full of magic and mischief and perhaps madness.

Sometimes he isn't sure Beth is real, which seems unfair, as she was perfectly whole. A person, a whole person, staring up at him from below but encompassing him from every side. It's difficult not to consent when she pulls him in. Ben follows her into the living room. If one were to go by appearances alone, they might say the apartment belongs to a hard-boiled detective on a cush salary. Towering deco bookcases and an upholstered square arm couch add to this effect.

He doesn't sit until Beth does and maintains a few feet between them. Terse with curiosity and a little bit turned on, Ben reaches for the bottle in her hand, hesitates.  

"Am I in trouble?"

@kylo-wrecked​ 

“You nevah should leave ya window unlock,” she says. She says a lot of things but this very moment she’s admitting to have; a: broken into his apartment, b: done so with premeditation, c: as evidenced that she brought drinks with her, d: and for a reason. What exactly that reason is doesn’t become evident at first. She is simply waiting for him to soak up her presence on his kitchen counter. In the shirt he lost six months ago.

She moves. Reaches one foot until her toes, bare and polished and the one bearing that silver little ring, touch the floor with all of her feline grace. Once she makes solid contact the rest of her hops down. A leap of faith with some assurances. And that is really how you could describe her in any situation.

She leaves the glass behind but grabs the bottle. Pads her way to close the short distance between them. Takes hold of his wrist with the unoccupied set of fingers. She cranes her neck and looks up at him from somewhere below the mid of his chest. There’s a whole foot and some of uncharted territory here.  And while her ‘advice’ might have been a little flippant, the look on her face isn’t. There’s shades of concern. There’s pitfalls he could fall forever into that have no clear and defined edges. She sums it all up in one more sentence. “Ya nevah been sleeping. C’mon.”

With a soft sigh, she leads him not toward his bedroom, but his couch.