#reivontulet

[mayabishcp]

@reivontulet​ you’re a bae

        “I HOPE you know what you’re in for coming on this run WITH ME.”     

[shezoomer]

@reivontulet sent 📜  for an incorrect meme quote !

[allmothered]

@reivontulet​  ➸    ‘  aloy. i fixed a hole in one of your plaid shirts. i hope you like fabric patches. this one says 'junior girl scout' xo ’

❝   Ha !   Ohhh  man,   this  isn’t  even  my  shirt.   Can’t  wait  to  see  the  look  on  his  face.    ❞

[lindscys]

@reivontulet​ ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) ! lyric: my songs know what you did in the dark – fall out boy.

“i’m deep in the details with the devil – so now the world can never get me on my level.”

[afraidofchange]

[ TENSION ]  one muse is patching up the other’s injuries which leads to intense eye contact,  lingering touches and them finally crashing their lips against each other’s.  ( for miri )

[ LINE ]  our muses are supposed to only be pretending to be together for a mission or fake dating,  but they keep going and neither one of them is stopping which leads to them hiding away to have sex.   ( for miri )

@reivontulet | for Miranda | meme.

   While less of a shithole than Omega, the Citadel certainly has its pockets of grime and criminality, but hidden by the overarching cleanliness of a Council station. In the Lower Wards, Miranda finds herself observant of every single individual coming through the doors of the Cora’s Den knock-off, despite needing to be less... obvious.

  Rory knows it too, leaning into Miranda’s side just a little more. It’d been the Commander’s idea, to be her eyes and ears while she tries to get a bead on Thane’s son. At least, it got them off the ship, though Miranda still wonders if Shepard was intentional about her choice in recon team, but that’s a question that will never be answered.

  “I know,” Miranda retorts, finally turning her gaze back to her ‘date’ for the evening, then to the cocktail she’s only half-interested in drinking. “I find it a bit ridiculous that we have to-”

 “Hey, hey, just play the part. It’ll help,” Rory encourages, and much to the point, sets her hand on Lawson’s leg beneath the bar counter. At first, she tenses at the skin to skin contact, the warmth of her hand on her bare thigh. It also wasn’t her idea to wear cocktail dresses, either, but here they are.

 “Of course, dear. Can I get you another drink?”

-- 

 Come an hour or so later, with a few drinks imbibed and the atmosphere full of other drunken humans and aliens alike, Miranda has done her part, sighting Kolyat on the move, giving Shepard an advantage to chase him down and stop him, with Thane and Garrus in hot pursuit otherwise. Still under any possible spying gaze, Miranda keeps them in cover - an arm intertwined with Rory’s, fingers linked together. With every passing gesture, it’s as if the younger woman wants it to be a challenge to do something more, and with all the liquid courage at their disposal, Miranda’s more than content to play along.

At least, until they decide now’s the time to leave the bar, and a few steps before them catch Rory off guard, stumbling forward onto hardened metal. It isn’t so much that she’s drunk but in heels that are just a bit too tall and arguably distracted by the woman on her arm and this little acting game they have going on.

On instinct, Miranda reaches for her with the flare of biotics trying to at least save face - and Rory’s dignity - but she’s a little delayed and it results in a couple scrapes and a bruised, bleeding lip. The crowd gathers around but Miranda helps her up, wrapping an arm around her waist - protective, almost possessive one could say, but this goes beyond their tete-a-tete. 

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” She instructs, though Rory’s blush is more than evident - she’ll be fine, of course with a few minor scrapes and bruises that those on the Normandy and their ilk get on a day to day basis - but returning to the ship like this wouldn’t be acceptable. 

 “God, I’m an idiot,” Rory shakes her head with a soft laugh, but undoubtedly, after recovering her stride, leans into Miranda’s side - and a cheeky hand slips from her hip to her ass, giving a playful squeeze. 

So it’s back on after all. 

 “Only if you let yourself be,” Miranda quips with poise, not once losing her composure as they walk toward the nearest restroom near the back of the bar.

-- 

“That looks a bit better, I reckon,” Miranda remarks as she dabs away at the bit of blood that had accumulated and clotted on Rory’s lower lip. It remains a bit swollen, but that’ll come down with a bit of ice and time. Rory grins despite the ache anyway, noticing just how much more of an accent Miranda’s voice has with more alcohol.

 “You ‘reckon’, huh?” 

  “Please, enough with the theatrics. You already ate shit once, as they say once,” Miranda quips but she can’t help her smile. Rory’s sat up on the sink counter to give the older woman a better look at her under the light. Still, it’s not over until it’s over, back on the Normandy with Shepard and the rest of the crew. 

 “Are you saying you’re giving up, Lawson? That’s not like you.”

 “I’m not. But I’m trying to save you from further embarrassment,” She retorts, tossing the tissue paper in the waste bin. The scrapes on her knees and elbow will have to be looked at by Dr. Chakwas later, but at least she was able to staunch Rory’s bloody lip.

 “Hey, the bar is already on the floor and can’t get any lower, so--” She stops mid sentence when an asari walks in to the bathroom and into one stall in a hurry. “Babe, how’s it look?” She raises her brows and it takes all of Miranda’s strength not to roll her eyes, but two can play this game, and a part of her wants to see where Rory draws the line -

                                                             …if at all. 

 “Let me kiss it better,” She says but gives the other woman little time to react before gently pressing her lips to the opposite side of her split lip, noses just brushing together. She lingers. The toilet in the stall flushes and the asari that comes out goes to the other sink to wash her hands, only giving them a brief look before hurriedly leaving them without a word. The music blares and quiets with the slide of the door, and soon they’re alone again. 

 “That feels... nice, Lawson,” Rory answers, still close as close can be. Eager hands find purchase along the slope of her hips, gripping at wine-red fabric. A distant ache resonates in the lowers of her stomach, and Miranda credits the cocktails finally simmering down in her system, leaving her with a gentle buzz that her biotic metabolism will conquer soon enough. But in the heat of it, she dips her head and kisses the delicate column of Rory’s neck, earning her that kind of sigh in her ear. This might just be it - until, of course, Rory’s hands splay across the small of her back and then, she pushes herself from the counter and pushes against her backward, toward the stalls.

  Rory kisses her properly, caring little for her own injury in favour of pushing the limits - Miranda doesn’t object.

[solesoldier-a]

◜ @reivontulet ◞  

THE  PORTSIDE  DECK  OFFERS  SECLUSION  for  the  time  being,   ironic  given  the  room  which  was  usually  inhabited  and  the  bar  which  many  sought  for  comfort ;   including  the  commanding  officer  whose  company  was  occupied  by  an  ashtray  and  a  half - empty  glass  of  Batarian  bourbon.   It  was  not  difficult  to  ascertain  this  was  where  the  commander  had  decided  to  spend  her  downtime ;   it  wasn’t  difficult  to  discern  anyone’s  whereabouts  given  the  level  of  surveillance  Cerberus  liked  to  maintain.   Most  people  just  knew  to  give  the  commander  a  wide  berth  in  downtime       wasn’t  like  the  woman  got  much  to  spare  as  it  was.   The  hydraulic  hiss  of  the  door  signals  that  her  alone  time  has  come  to  an  end,   sneaking  one  last  drag  of  her  cigarette  as  her  shoulders  heave  with  a  sigh.    ❝   Well,   you  found   me,    ❞   she  greets  with  such  a  candid  air  that  she  might’ve  expected  someone  else.   But  still  she  turns  to  look.

❝   Ah.    ❞   She  wasn’t  even  sure  who  she’d  expected ;   if  it  had  been  Miranda  she  would’ve  put  out  the  cigarette.    ❝   Need  something,   or  you  just  here  to  help  bleed  the  bar ?    ❞  

[shezoomer]

where's my shrine roadrunner

[lindscys]

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 📜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞.

ft. rory jett @reivontulet

[afraidofchange]

stopping a kiss when it gets too heated

this is wild so bare with me here, but from rory for miranda.

''we shouldn't do this''

a hundred different kisses | @reivontulet

The chaos of Miranda's office denotes a sign of unimaginable stress with the upcoming plan to make a one-way trip through the Omega-4 relay, following Shepard's command. With every step forward, it feels as if they take two back with their preparations at hand, some taking far longer than Miranda would like - and yet, it is the Commander who has shut her down, even as Executive Officer of the mission.

But then, they've never really seen eye to eye, despite it being Miranda's hand who brought the soldier back from an impossible death, as Jesus himself with Lazarus. That doesn't matter now, though; she'll see this mission through, even if it may be her last.

Yet, between the stack of reports and dangerously accumulating messages at her terminal, it's the former mercenary with eager hands and hungrier lips against her own, pulling the taller operative into such a desperate embrace.

Stress relief, the younger woman had put it, announcing her arrival despite Miranda's protests. Under any other circumstances, she would've maintained control, would've sent her away and returned to work, but Aurora's persistence under this duress won out, surprising Miranda herself, most of all.

But when they part, coming up for the cool air of the XO's private cabin, Miranda purposely sets herself back, hands firmly but politely putting the younger woman at arm's length -- despite the sense of urgency and desire coiled up tightly within. She wets her lips, tastes her still, and shakes her head.

"You're right. We shouldn't. It's... there are more important matters to attend to."

Yet, Lawson doesn't turn away. Hell, she doesn't even drop her hands, maintaining that sense of human connection - something this mission has deprived her from.

"This is no time for... emotional entanglement."

[enternecersarc]

      seattle  reminds  her  of  chicago  too  much  &  sometimes  it  gets  easy  to  get  lost  in  the  feeling  of  homesickness.  in  moments  like  that,  she  tries  to  find  a  distraction  -  even  if  it  means  walking  up  to  her  favorite  nurse  at  the  bar.  ❝  didn’t  think  i’d  see  you  here.  ❞

@reivontulet​  :  muse  roulette  starter.

[fortislumen-archive]

she  looks  rather  relaxed  while  eyes  scan  the  other  woman  in  front  of  her.    meanwhile,  her  mind  is  faced  with  a  small  turmoil  of  how  the  other  knew  so  much  about  her.    so  much  for  keeping  a  low  profile,  she  thinks  to  herself.    if  everyone  out  there  knows  exactly  who  the  jane  smith  is,  it  might  be  rather  hard  to  always  be  one  step  ahead  of  people.    ❝  fine.  i'll  help  you  but  you  have  to  help  me.  ❞    she  finally  responds,  a  single  nod  following  her  words.    nothing  like  good  business.

@reivontulet​​     //    [ SC ]

[rubycaped]

reivontulet asked: “   how can i help you feel less alone?  ”

      “ now that -- ” a finger raised on one had, as though pointing at the very query itself, and her drink placed back on the table after a brief sip, “ -- is a very difficult question to answer, if i’m to be honest. i once thought i had filled the void i felt with the work i do, but it seems its less of a hole and more like ... a bell jar. ”

       “ its been lifted a little, but the dome is still overhead. i push people away to save them getting to see who i really am. its a loneliness of my own creation. ” she finished her thought with a long drink.

    “ sorry, that was a little melodramatic wasn’t it? -- what makes you feel less alone? ”

@reivontulet​ / heavy hearted prompts

[seesgood]

✨ and a lil accidental unfollow bc tumblr is awesome <3

god, okay, k you are like THE COOLEST person. like idk if it's the way you write or the way your blogs are or the characters you choose and the way you develop them but like??? my favorite thing about you is that you just give off Cool Person energy, but like the type of Cool Person who would let you sit with them in the cafeteria at school and who would push tables together and make room and who you could just hang out with and get coffee with --- the more i type this the more lame it sounds BUT I SWEAR IT'S TRUE

🐝  *  ―  send ✨ or ( ‘SPARKLE’ ) and i’ll tell you at least one thing i like most about you , your blog , your portrayal , your muse.

[mayabishcp]

@reivontulet​ sent:  🛑 to clean blood off of my muse after they protected yours. add + to reverse so receiver is the one cleaning blood off sender.

             SHE WAS going to kill someone. If Andy and Vic didn’t hold the blonde back first. The day had started off normal, as it always had. She went for her morning run, made herself a smoothie after her morning shower before she made her way to the station to the start the day. Even their first few scenes seemed to go down perfectly well. Until it didn’t. She was on a scene, leading it as she always had when a first called out to the blonde to move. But she was in the middle of dealing with a fire that she wasn’t able to, if she did, that fire itself would have expanded. So, instead, she prepared herself for some sort of impact but when it didn’t happen.. Maya looked UP SURPRISED.

             BEFORE HER was Rory, on the ground with a knife stuck in her side and the police off to the side having tackled the person who had done it. Apparently he didn’t want the blonde to save his house, yet that was all she wanted to do. With Rory beside her, Maya made a motion as the probie took over from her as she knelt on the ground beside the brunette as Ben passed the blonde some gauze “You are a completely idiot. As thankful as I am for you doing so, you didn’t have to. My turnouts can take in a knife attack but you don’t wear it.” Maya spoke as she looked down at the said turnouts covered in the others blood. They needed to get her to the hospital, and they needed to get her THERE NOW.

[allmothered]

°⋄  ➸        –––        ◜     @reivontulet​     ◞          +  sc .

❝   You  know,   I  have  a  perfectly  okay  life.   A  little  weird,  sure,   but  one  that  frankly  should  not  include  being  an  accessory  to  several  felonies.   Why  the  hell  did  I  agree  to  this ?    ❞