Monthly Archives: January 2013

mischiefandflyte:

iamthefirechild:

mischiefandflyte:

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

*shrugs helplessly*  I don’t know, he just asked to meet you.  But, uh, yes, differences have been worked out.  No one freak out, no one start getting jealous for no reason.  You’re both still your own special snowflakes, so just talk like—I’d say normal people, but that doesn’t really apply, so something approximating normal people.

*squeezes Tony’s shoulder, once, then steps toward Summer* Right now? Right now, I wish to know you. Perhaps, in time, you may come to care for me as you do him. *glances at Tony* You seem to have a proclivity for … broken creatures.

*closes her eyes and slumps into the couch* Okay. I just — one more thing, okay? I didn’t ask, last time, and so I’m going to ask now. Where is this supposed to go? *flails hands* We share Tony and stay out of each others’ way, we become a little family, we become a trio, Loki and I are friends and we each love Tony, Loki and I are friends and I step aside from Tony … what? I don’t … I can’t go through what happened before, okay, I can’t. I have to know, this time.

*glances at Tony again* I have no thought for this save that I have nowhere else to go. I do not wish to spend my days — avoiding you. *pauses, looking thoughtful* That person wished Tony to choose, yes? I do not wish so. Nor can I say yet *lying* how I — feel. Sentiment. I find it strange. *kneels before Summer, catching her hands* We will remain as we have been and — you and I will — cultivate what we may. *slowly kisses the inside of her wrist*

*flat gaze, hiding a shudder* Then the first thing you need to know is that you can’t lie to me. Trickster. I’ll know. So why don’t you start this off properly by explaining to Tony how you really feel. Why you want this to work so badly.

If you aren’t actually going to thread with me, don’t bother to follow me back as a roleplayer. I despise people who post opens and only play with the responders they like. I hate roleplayers who are so wrapped up in their one or two shipper buddies they don’t acknowledge attempts at threading by anyone else. If you do these things, you will lose me as a follower and/or rp-mate. I get that asks get lost. But threads? No, you’re just being a jerk, basically.

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charlesfrancisxavieristhename:

Charles didn’t know what to do anymore. He was staying in his apartment at all times, unless he had a class to teach. Even then, he was lacking. It was like he wasn’t even there. He had always promised to never be the professor that never talked at his students, but only to them. Obviously his state of depression was quite serious, but he was convinced he’d eventually kick it. Just not today. He simply laid on his couch night after night, staring at nothing, reading nothing, only thinking. He would occasionally glance at his cellphone that rested against the coffee table, but rarely replied unless it was someone he cared about. His break up was affecting him more then he ever imagined.

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Her head hurt /amazingly/. Whomever it was out there broadcasting, night after night, they really needed to be jerked up short. She’d tried everything she knew to get some relief, and nothing was working — not painkillers, not her strongest shields, not flying out to an empty rock and flaming up at the sky for an hour. Last night she had almost bitten her tongue trying to suppress the convulsions.

It actually wasn’t that hard to localise the source: another one of New York’s many apartments. One hand to her temple (as if that was going to make a difference), Summer lifted the other to bang on the door.