#reudhood.

[synbiota]

❛  i should’ve just run you over.  ❜

❝   but you didn't.  guess this is one of those   shoulda'-woulda'-coulda'  situations.  ❞  ace speaks in his default dead-pan tone, arms crossed, ❝  i'm not here to cause any trouble, it seems you're doin' that job pretty well without me. ❞ 

[ow1et]

📏 + 6’5” 😭

height comparisons ! send me your muse's height for a comparison .

i just know that she climbs things (and him) to get smooches.

[skehrcrow]

i got a present for you.

“save it,”　　the SCARECROW mumbles beneath her mask,　　”i’ve no use for your　shiny toys.”

she was an observer of violence;　　a woman of her nature had no use for the sort of　weaponry　the　red hood　indulged in.　　no,　she valued things of　greater importance.

“provide me with your　obedience…　　that’s plenty a　gift　enough.”

[roseitra]

@reudhood.

" hey, " she lightly kicks at the man's form on the ground, " you good? "

[cendrilons]

❛  you don't have to leave just yet ... you could stay the night if you wanted to.  ❜

cindy pauses. her and jason shared a few 'intimate' moments together, so while the prospect of staying the night wasn't new... she knew that tender moments didn't come easily to jason of all people. (she knew that him asking for her to stay wasn't easy either.) " uh... yeah, " she nods, already a few steps away from his apartment door, her hand moving away from the doorknob and instead resting awkwardly at her side. " i can stay. " she walks over to the couch, sitting next to jason--- who she just finished patching up (because cindy'll be damned if she lets him try and frankenstein himself back together again.) in spite of the (somewhat) awkward tension, cindy smirks, a teasing remark already escaping her lips: " if you wanna be pampered by me, you can just say so. "

[godsdefied-archive]

@reudhood said: ❝ well, that’s a new one. ❞

❛ 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠? ❜ of course her new poison (concocted with ricin) would be a success — the cop at her feet dead in mere seconds from one kiss. green eyes peering up the red hood with PRIDE, beaming smile on her lips. even with roots twisting around her, ready to move at her command, she doesn't attack; not yet. one foot playfully kicking at the dead body & brows raise, almost daring the hero to make the first move. ❛ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤? 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. ❜ teeth biting into her bottom lip as she hums, already planning how to make it deadlier.

[rescuefield-arch1]

she can feel droplets of blood form on lower lip, wouldn't be surprised if it got busted by the right hook thrown in her direction just a few moments earlier. she doesn't mind, stopped caring about what her face looks like sometime in between one outbreak and the other - as long as she doesn't turn into an afflicted out of sheer stress, all is well.

...but she's curious. her opponent holds himself well in a fight, didn't seem to particularly care about going easy on her ( which was much appreciated ) nor expect she would give him an easy win. either way, odd recognises odd - and claire can't really tell if it's something that comes with t-phobos adapting to her or just refined instincts from dealing with this shit on the daily, but something's wrong with him the way something's wrong with her.

so she has to ask, she has to know.

@reudhood : and some things you just can't speak about.

and here it is. mysterious, might have to find a workaround for her curiosity to be satisfied. she doesn't push further ( for now ) eyes set on the ceiling as she catches her breath. "and here i was, thinking you injected yourself with some weird shit." she's only half joking in her delivery - irony laying in the fact that her being still able to stand comes exactly from a similar history. "mine's a virus, sort of. no vaccine available for the time being." a pause, shoulders shrugging lightly. "whatever yours is, i can tell it wasn't that nice either."

[psigem]

“ it isn’t prying, not if one is projecting loud enough for all to hear. honestly, i should be cross with you for the horrible headache you’ve inflicted upon me. ”

💎 @reudhood LIKED . ACCEPTING

[ow1et]

@reudhood — i suppose we're just going to keep doing this?

the city is a mass of unfeeling concrete and steel. ㅤmakes her wonder if it isn't gotham itself that chills the night air rather than the weather. she should've worn a jacket ( should've worn her mask, too ), but it's been nothing but white noise and looking too long at every stray shadow. anxiety outweighed patience. " could do it a lot more if you didn't disappear on me. " neutral, but irritation slips in through a cracked door.

she's purposefully avoiding eye contact, thumb flicking the switch on the flash drive. open, closed, open, closed. part of her wants to make him chase her for it, but she's barely dressed for the temperature let alone to go sprinting across rooftops ( and she's afraid he won't take the bait ). the other part of her wants to toss it off the roof, see how he feels about being left wondering.

" you keep doing that and a girl's going to start getting the wrong ideas, start feeling replaceable. " voiced complaints and nothing more. she still walks herself right into his personal bubble, still presses the drive into his palm, still lingers there longer than necessary. lapses back into teasing smile. the easiest cover - up. " who knows? might even start exploring other options. "

[adoiress]

“⠀⠀careful,⠀⠀“

adora⠀⠀⠀⠀urges⠀⠀⠀⠀with⠀⠀⠀⠀kind⠀⠀sternness;⠀⠀she’d⠀⠀known⠀⠀⠀⠀jason⠀⠀⠀⠀was⠀⠀the⠀⠀type⠀⠀to⠀⠀be⠀⠀⠀⠀reckless,⠀⠀⠀⠀having⠀⠀no⠀⠀⠀⠀regard⠀⠀⠀⠀for⠀⠀himself…⠀⠀how⠀⠀⠀⠀typical⠀⠀⠀⠀of⠀⠀her⠀⠀to⠀⠀⠀⠀attract⠀⠀⠀⠀this⠀⠀sort⠀⠀of⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀stray,⠀⠀⠀⠀though⠀⠀she⠀⠀⠀⠀admits⠀⠀⠀⠀she’s⠀⠀become⠀⠀rather⠀⠀⠀⠀fond⠀⠀⠀⠀of⠀⠀him.⠀⠀is⠀⠀she⠀⠀to⠀⠀be⠀⠀considered⠀⠀⠀⠀lucky⠀⠀⠀⠀or⠀⠀⠀⠀unfortunate⠀⠀⠀⠀for⠀⠀her⠀⠀to⠀⠀be⠀⠀the⠀⠀one⠀⠀he⠀⠀goes⠀⠀to⠀⠀in⠀⠀his⠀⠀time⠀⠀of⠀⠀⠀⠀need?⠀⠀that⠀⠀⠀⠀depends,⠀⠀she⠀⠀supposes,⠀⠀on⠀⠀who’s⠀⠀going⠀⠀to⠀⠀⠀⠀clean⠀⠀⠀⠀the⠀⠀⠀⠀blood⠀⠀⠀⠀off⠀⠀her⠀⠀floors.

@reudhood.

she⠀⠀has⠀⠀jason⠀⠀lean⠀⠀on⠀⠀her⠀⠀⠀somewhat⠀⠀⠀for⠀⠀support⠀⠀before⠀⠀she⠀⠀lays⠀⠀him⠀⠀down⠀⠀on⠀⠀a⠀⠀⠀⠀velvety⠀⠀loveseat.⠀⠀she⠀⠀kneels⠀⠀down⠀⠀to⠀⠀⠀⠀observe⠀⠀⠀⠀the⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀wound⠀⠀⠀⠀on⠀⠀his⠀⠀side,⠀⠀eyeing⠀⠀it⠀⠀carefully⠀⠀as⠀⠀well⠀⠀as⠀⠀his⠀⠀⠀⠀breathing⠀⠀patterns.

“⠀⠀i⠀⠀can⠀⠀⠀heal⠀⠀you⠀⠀⠀here⠀⠀and⠀⠀⠀⠀now,⠀⠀“

adora⠀⠀says,⠀⠀though⠀⠀there’s⠀⠀a⠀⠀hefty⠀⠀⠀⠀‘however’⠀⠀⠀⠀waiting⠀⠀on⠀⠀the⠀⠀other⠀⠀side,

“⠀⠀but⠀⠀i⠀⠀can’t⠀⠀guarantee⠀⠀it’ll⠀⠀feel⠀⠀⠀⠀pleasant.⠀⠀“

[cendrilons]

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

cindy pretends to think for a moment (though it seems fairly obvious what her answer is.)

" ...no, probably not, " she shakes her head, wearing a little grin and innocently batting her eyelashes at him.

[anmaries]

A sucker punch to the face is but a kiss on the mouth, affection in the form of her violence. He is used to this sort of reaction, and she knows it, she knows the way he's viewed amongst the others. Squalid and tainted — a dog who can't be trained, no matter how hard its owner hits. She yanks on his leash, he yanks on hers.

“ You had that one comin' Red. ” The last word is spat, a speedball special. “ Don't ever lie t'me again. ” @reudhood

[sandmark]

describing cassie to @reudhood has me emotional about cassie like i really love this walking disaster

[ow1et]

don't ever cross me again. ( from .. gasp, ak jason? )

there's a clear moment in which athene deliberates on which role to slip into.  her expression cycles through several emotions like flashcards, just trying them on for size. at least, she expresses them ( however briefly ) as best she can with the restrictions of his hand gripping her face. it isn't sweet. it might have hurt if she allowed herself to really feel it. a result of her natural tendency for a wandering gaze when being lectured.

he'd respond best to empty promises of obedience, even if they'd both know every single oath had an expiration date dependent on when she starts to feel that itch for freedom again. every bird has to spread their wings every once in a while. she's never fared well in cages, and that's really what this is, isn't it? a different type of cage. they're never designed to look like one when you're still on the outside.

what athene settles on is genuine frustration, reflected back at her from the visor of his helmet. he's never backed away from her bite. they're the same in that regard. it’s endlessly infuriating that she can’t see his face, not to mold her behavior around his reactions, but because she . . . she just wants to see him. she’d damned herself by hoping for it.

" i absolutely did it just to spite you. couldn't be because i actually have a brain. " gaze slides away from him, a fleeting glance at the mercenaries still milling around. brash, unthinking, emotional . . . they'd have never grasped at a shred of success during the mission if she hadn't been there ( why can't he see that? ). whether jason wanted her to be there is irrelevant. he'll get over it.

a breakthrough in the storm. head tilts into his touch, chasing an affection that isn’t there ( not right now ). all she succeeds at is causing his thumb to dig into her cheek. but in the dark milliseconds of blinks, she can almost fool herself into finding a softness there. her voice lowers to a whisper. yet, not quite the coaxing tone typically employed to get what she wants. " i thought you liked that. " a question in a statement. disappointment evident in belief of an error on her part.

but the acquired taste of vulnerability and honesty is sour and nauseating. the sharp edges of cut gemstone eyes never dull enough to fit quiet tone. they glint with rebellion in wake of discomfort. " that’s fine. i'll be sure to stick to dumb and blonde next time, sir. "

[cendrilons]

i don't want to say it, but we're fucked!

" thanks, babe. " cendrillon remarks dryly, a deadpan expression on her face, " very reassuring. "

the fight they're in might be more than they can chew, she knows that--- but does he have to say it out loud?! " could you have a little faith in me? "

[cendrilons]

@reudhood

ʼ you are SUCH a drama queen. ʼ