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Diana Prince. From Greece. Slow and steady Diana was starting to understand the moments she needed to pretend. Emphasis on the slow. Earnestly literal, if Diana were anyone else she might've been internally stressing over whether or not she'd been believable... but presently she was far too in awe she were meeting Steve's mother.

A woman she admired, and adored for blessing her with such a gift no one else could ever accomplish. If it weren't for her, Steve might've never have existed, and they would've never met. Diana thanked the Gods, a warm smile on her lips at his whisper, the hum of his voice and enigmatic air making her shiver. "Then dinner is over." She said simply, playfully, wanting to spend every ounce of time with him, fleeting as life was with mortals.

And how beautiful life was the way they cherished it.

"But your mother made such an effort... we must stay a bit longer. I want to hear more stories about you growing up." Imagery painted the picture, a young Steve staring wide-eyed at airplanes soaring over the sky.

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His mother had been fit to be tied when Steve had returned from Europe with a mysterious foreign fiancée in tow.

Steve had told everyone Diana was from Greece. His parents didn't know anything about Greece, so it could explain away some of what his mother would call Diana's quirks.

He didn't care if his family found them an odd pairing, Diana made him happy, and that was all that mattered.

Holding Diana's hand under the table as his mother discussed wedding plans, Steve gave her a secret smile.

He really did love her.

"When dinner is over, come meet me outside, I have something for you." Steve whispered when finally the subject changed.

#( a promise is unbreakable / diana prince ; wonder woman ) #pilotspy

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#( the hex was the easy part / wanda maximoff ; the scarlet witch ) #// that line delivery tho chef kiss

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STEVE TREVOR being completely Normal About It™

#( a promise is unbreakable / diana prince ; wonder woman ) #// man was sWEATIN

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❝ 𝐖𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐖𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭. ❞

— Lucy MacLean, Fallout

#( i’ll never be like you ; lucy maclean ) #fallout #lucy maclean #my edit #moodboard #fallout moodboard #lucy maclean moodboard

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“Take care~!” The well wishes fell from rosy pink lips widened into a smile, radiant optimism fading to concern the second the lock to the apartment door latched. Loid and his emergency summons. Most wives might question such abruptness, might even disguise themselves and tail their husbands to see if they were cheating. But most wives weren't concealing their true identities like Yor Briar and playing the part of the dutiful, loving wife.

So instead, head-empty and starry-eyed, all Yor thought was how admirable it was for Loid to drop everything he was doing just to be there for his patients no matter his location.

Without a second thought. Fondness grew, flutters in her stomach. Who knew how late he’d be today— maybe she could have something prepared for him to come home to! An inviting scent that could be caught from the sidewalk and had Loid floating in all the way to their apartment door, eagerness and comfort taking hold the second he walked in. Complete with a Welcome Home! it warmed her heart. She could make that dream a reality, couldn't she? It was the least she could do... and she'd already finished cleaning the entire apartment since he'd left.

But what to make was the question.

With partly cloudy skies and the slightest chance of rain, it certainly didn't put a damper on the spirits of both Yor and Anya Forger, the latter's high-pitched timbres falling like gently played piano keys. "Oh, I'm sorry, Anya-san!" She assumed in her haste to figure something out, the clatter of pots and pans banging around must've disrupted the Anya's television show. "I'm going to make Loid-san a surprise!" Rolling up her sleeves, determination ignited her garnet orbs. Leave it to me! her attitude to make something edible and delicious. Such high hopes could reach the moon... unfortunately for Loid. "It needs to be done by the time he gets home. Would you like to help?"

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Loid had been gone for some time today, according to him he had some "sudden calls to his psychiatrist patients." He was a bad liar for sure! Without him, it was always quiet at the Forger's residence; the only ones around were Anya, her mama Yor, and the family dog Bond. The whole day went as normal as it got for someone like Anya: she did her homework, watched Spy Wars most of the day, and played with her toys. Sometimes it got boring when her papa was at work, having him and mama there altogether made the day go by fast when school was done.

It left the child with only one option. She poked her head out from behind the couch and peered towards the kitchen area, even if she was in the middle of watching cartoons. As for what she was watching, she couldn't really tell. Such was the effect of watching nothing but Spy Wars all day, probably. "What're you doing mama? Are you cooking again?" She asked with her curiosity brightening up the whole house. Despite being behind the couch and a couple of steps away from Yor, Anya could've been heard easily. Here's hoping she didn't have to suffer through her cooking again, though... maybe she's gotten better this time?

#( may i have the honor of taking your life? ; yor forger ) #mused-like-roses #// anya and yor totally won't almost burn down the apartment nope

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REASONS TO CUP A FACE. ( A PROMPT LIST. )

with the help of some very talented and amazing friends, i present to you an unexpected, very spontaneous meme list based on the beautiful art of cupping someone's face! there's a mix of romantic and platonic here, and even a few that defy the boundaries of normal relationship dynamics! i hope you enjoy! as always; DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST NOR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN!

[KISS]: sender cups the receivers face in their hands before drawing them closer for a kiss.

[CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer.

[CLEAN]: sender affectionately wipes a smudge of sauce from the corner of the receiver's mouth, cupping their face in the process.

[LIFT]: sender gently cups the receiver's face and lifts their chin so the receiver is looking up at them.

[COMFORT]: sender cups a distressed receiver's face in their hands and steadies them by resting their foreheads together.

[ATTENTION]: during an important conversation, the sender takes the receiver's face in their hands and firmly directs their focus on them.

[MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on the receiver's face, the sender cups their face in order to keep them still.

[PRIDE]: after the receiver succeeds in a remarkable achievement, the sender cups their face and tilts their foreheads together to express how proud they are of them.

[WHISPER]: in order to have a private, hushed conversation with the receiver, the sender cups their face and draws them close to make sure they can be heard.

[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer.

[GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.

[WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead.

[LAST LOOK]: before going into a situation that may result in their death, the sender takes a moment to cup the unaware receiver's face in their hand, just to take a final look of admiration at them before they go.

[SACRIFICE]: the sender cups the receiver's face tenderly to distract them, right before shoving them out of the way (to safety) and facing an attack alone in order to buy the receiver enough time to escape.

[BELIEF]: in a moment where the receiver is lacking in self-confidence, the sender cups their face tenderly and professes their faith in the receiver's abilities.

[DISBELIEF]: after the receiver has done something completely unexpected (and reckless) the stunned sender cups their face in their hands while trying to get them to explain why the hell they did it.

[BETRAYAL]: trying to keep the receiver calm before the big reveal, the sender cups their face gently to keep them steady, and then reveals that they're the villain.

[WOUND]: after the receiver has been wounded, the sender tries to keep them calm and conscious by cupping their face in their hands and talking to them to keep them focused.

[INJURY]: after having been badly wounded themselves, the sender tries to reassure the frantic receiver by cupping their face and comforting them.

[RAMSAY]: after the receiver commits a culinary crime, the sender presses two slices of bread against either side of their face, cupping their face to hold the bread in place, and calls them an idiot sandwich.

#( prompts galore ; )

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LUCY MACLEAN FALLOUT | S01E04 "The Ghouls"

#( i’ll never be like you ; lucy maclean )

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THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT - THE ANTHOLOGY BY TAYLOR SWIFT PROMPT LIST *  assorted lyrics from the album, some lines slightly adapted for meme purposes but feel free to adjust as necessary

even if it's handcuffed, i'm leaving here with you.

trust me. i can handle a dangerous man.

i love you. it's ruining my life.

does it feel all right to not know me?

i am who i am 'cause you trained me.

quick. tell me something awful.

i loved you the way that you were.

we were just kids, babe.

i can fix him.

you and i go from one kiss to getting married.

you said i'm the love of your life.

way up there, i actually love it.

i just don't understand how you don't miss me.

do you hate me?

did you think i had it in me?

what if i told you i'm back?

i still miss the smoke.

i'm not trying to exaggerate, but i think i might die if it happened.

you look like stevie nicks.

it's hell on earth to be heavenly.

i still can't believe it.

this happens once every few lifetimes.

didn't you hear? they called it all off.

it's happening again.

my friends say it isn't right to be scared.

i might just die.

fuck you if i can't have us.

tell me about the first time you saw me.

are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me?

no one's ever had me... not like you.

stay away from her.

there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you.

i don't think you've changed much.

that's where i was when i lost it all.

life was always easier on you than it was on me.

i hoped you'd return.

do you believe me now?

what if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time?

what are the chances you'd be downtown?

is it something i did?

oh, we must stop meeting like this.

they say what doesn't kill you makes you aware.

i'm not a donor, but i'd give you my heart if you needed it.

looking backwards might be the only way to move forwards.

the story isn't mine anymore.

what a charming saturday!

none of it is changing.

wild winds are death to the candle.

one bad seed kills the garden.

i'm bitter, but i swear i'm fine.

this place made me feel worthless.

i didn't want to come down.

everything had been above board.

blood's thick, but nothing like a payroll.

you can mark my words that i said it first.

the professor said to write what you know.

all of this to say, i hope you're okay.

your words are still just ringing in my head.

i built a legacy which you can't undo.

who do i have to speak to to change the prophecy?

the effects were temporary.

no, i'm not coming to my senses.

babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it.

you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.

i guess a lesser woman would've lost hope.

thought of calling you, but you won't pick up.

you're a professional.

long may you reign.

you're an animal. you are bloodthirsty.

now i seem to be scared to go outside.

i don't believe in good luck.

i hate it here.

if i'd been there, i'd hate it.

only the gentle survived.

i'm lonely, but i'm good.

you have no room in your dreams for regrets.

i thought it was just goodbye for now.

are you still a mind reader?

let it once be me.

i haven't decided yet.

i still dream of him.

i'm so afraid i sealed my fate.

it was always the same searing pain.

i can't forgive the way you made me feel.

it wasn't a fair fight or a clean kill.

she used to say she wished that you were dead.

tell me all your secrets.

they tried to warn you about me.

you're in terrible danger.

i'm the life you chose.

yes, i'm haunted, but i'm feeling just fine.

no one asks any questions here.

tell me i'm despicable. say it's unforgivable.

i'm running back home to you.

you should see your faces.

you knew the price going in.

was any of it true?

who the fuck was that guy?

i don't ever want you back.

did you sleep with a gun underneath out bed?

you don't get to tell me you feel bad.

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

am i allowed to cry?

there's no such thing as bad thoughts. only your actions talk.

they're going to crucify me anyway.

i know i'm just repeating myself.

that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding.

#( prompts galore ; )

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Nancy + The Party Nancy & Max

#( you think it's too late to put saving the world on your college resume? ; nancy wheeler ) #OH BUT THEM HER LIL MINI

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He’s teasing her… surely from thinking she was making fun of him with her bold declaration, and ridiculous is exactly how Tohru thinks she must sound. Fighting was Kyo’s passion, something that lit a fire within and made him explode into contagious bursts of energy that Tohru felt fired up and ready to go too. Like she could fight a… tree, maybe.

But even then she’d apologize, somehow after ending up hurt herself.

All self-doubts disappeared seeing that spark come alive in Kyo’s eyes— lighter, free… happy, shifted in lighter gradients of orange. Tohru had grown to notice small details like that about Kyo, always studying him intently, drawn to see his reactions and learn them. To know how he was feeling. And to know his passions… she admired him. “You’re the best fighter I’ve ever seen, Kyo! I thought if anyone would be able to teach me it’d be you.” A warm smile was on her lips, nostalgia warming chestnut brown eyes from a memory recalled in the moment. “Like when you taught me to punch on the roof. I really liked sharing that with you.” She’d liked having more to talk about with him.

Now here he was saying she could ask him whatever she wanted… all because she had a motive, from a childish dream. Tied tongue became even more knotted with the next words— “That’s not why!” Did Kyo think that was the only reason? One that was now a reality Tohru did in fact want to make come true. For Kyo to be accepted. It made her heart ache so much one more squeeze and it’d shatter into tiny pieces.

“It’s not because you’re the cat, or anything to do with the zodiac curse… but because you’re… you’re you, Kyo.” Why was it so difficult to explain? Why did it terrify her? “I like getting to know you.” Tohru’s hands trembled, laced tightly together against her chest, expressing it all through the very bottom of her heart hoping the earnestness would reach him.

Another light-hearted chuckle.

" You ask me to teach you to fight.. just so you don't fight? How ridiculous. "

While teasing is fun, Kyo is actually glad she doesn't intend to toss fists with anyone. Never seemed the type, but if the lass had a reason to actually fight, no doubt he the others would worry- and do her bidding. Though he meant it as a joke, those around her would, in fact, throw down at the drop of the hat if Tohru had been so much as breathed at rudely.

His face heats up during her praises of his martial skill, though embarrassed, it also strokes his ego a bit. Take that damn rat! Shoving down the flush, the cat mentally puffs out his chest- he is extremely pleased and a little smug.

" Of course I'm strong! I had my Master teach me everything, and he is the best fighter in the world! Could even kick Yuri's ass in a heartbeat if he wanted to! "

Oh and Master absolutely could, no doubt! Even if the rat and Master never had a serious brawl, he just knows Master would come out the winner! Then he could rub it in Yuki's face. It'd be a fun sight to see. That enjoyable idea comes to a halt at the brunette telling him that she basically wants to get to know him, nearly choking on his own spit. That's how Kyo's reading the statement at least. Though that could also just be wishful thinking.

" I... "

The cat starts, pausing to let his brain catch up. Tohru really out here tossing left and right hooks to the ginger's heart through words. Yeesh. Yet she needed him to teach her about fighting? She'd just become more dangerous!

" What.. do you need to understand me for? You know you can just ask me something and I'll give you an answer. No need for guessing games.

Is this about that crap you said when you first met me.. about 'always wanting to be a year of the cat'? You do know that a year of the cat is not a thing that's gonna ever happen---

Right..? "

#( spring will come again ; tohru honda ) #miraiq

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 @whirling-fangs' 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊

‘Climb on my back!’ A boastful gesture offered the literal second the idea popped into Mitsuri's pretty little head and immediately flew from her lips— a simple solution to Inosuke's situation. The smartest decision. One Mitsuri was pretty darn proud of, if she said so herself.

She’d carried plenty of slayers on her back, barely breaking a sweat by the time they got to safety. But despite her best efforts and running until her legs turned to jelly and lungs felt overworked to the point of ragged breath— many slayers had died on the run, snuggled against the warmth of Mitsuri’s backside that had provided comfort in their last moments, like sitting under the cherry blossoms and watching the petals fall on a spring day or under the blanket of a kotatsu full of oranges.

Not Inosuke.

No, she’d run faster than she’d ever run before. And his labored gasps for air confirmed she needed to. “Leave it to me! I’ll get us back before that!” With him on her backside, Mitsuri dug her feet into the ground, crouched like a lioness ready to spring… only to falter slightly just before attempted push-off from Inosuke yelling about biting off her braids.

“Not my braids! They’re so cute! And I’m trying to help you— why are you so mean?!” In a tearful warbling cry, Mitsuri exploded off of the ground with lighting fast speed, wailing all the while. “I was just going to tell everyone how brave you were and how well you fought! I was so proud of you! But I want to keep my braids so I won’t tell them ANYTHING!”

Mean! Ungrateful! If it hadn’t been for Inosuke weakening that demon she might not have been of any use! Kids these days!!!

#( love is a beautiful kind of fear ; mitsuri kanroji ) #whirling-fangs #// two loud people being loud

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The first answer. It caught in her throat refusing to budge. Coriolanus knew exactly what it was, a word unspoken, a bond that’d tethered them together by a little red string. Everything. Lucy Gray couldn’t stop her imaginative mind from replaying what Coriolanus claimed to have done for her. Cheated. Uprooted his life. Killed… for her. Details she didn’t have specifics for. Details she didn’t want to know the specifics for. To save her.

Out of love?

Curse the thrill down her spine at the thought, the selfishness taking hold from the moment she’d felt it between them. Guilt threatened to eat her alive, twisted and coiled in her stomach like the snakes that almost took her life with the remaining tributes in the arena. She really was to blame for being his sole reason for committing such sins, wasn’t she?

Perhaps… if they’d never met—

But she too was selfish. Had craved him as much as he had with her. He, Coriolanus, to her… was everything. “I didn’t use you.” Lucy Gray hated the swell of regret that came with the thought. Perhaps he was right. Maybe she had used him… in the beginning. For Lucy Gray, she’d seized the opportunity to make the impossible possible quite literally by taking his hand. To show a unity between mentor and tribute— hand holding a romantic notion between man and woman than platonic. She could recall how surprised she’d been to find Coriolanus’ palm and fingers slightly calloused for being a pristine Capitol member.

“I never pretended I…” Curse her stammering tongue— she needed time to sit with her feelings in order to convey them properly through painted words. “I thought my goodbyes would be said. I’d leave, you’d forget about me and marry some fancy dolled up Capitol lass, I’d move on. … but you came for me, and with all of this I…” It never should’ve gotten this far. “Why did it all go this far, Coriolanus?!”

"No, I don't know what you mean." Dumbfounded, enriched in the cluelessness. He'd much rather stay that way, since it started to make his blood boil the longer he listened and hung onto her every word because it more and more started to sound like she was turning on him. It panged in his chest and made blues swell with horror at the words he was registering. "I'm wanting you to utter the first answer so you'll tell me what that was supposed to mean. When I have done everything for you. I cheated for you, I came to twelve for you, I killed for you. ...That girl, the one who sent you to the reaping in the first place– she was going to have you hung. You heard her. And you're telling me I need to formulate a response. There's nothing twisted about saving you. Or wasn't, until you made it something."

Which was the current result in a hard lump forming in his throat, panic rising in his chest from her tone and feeling like things are quickly spinning out of control and there would be no ability to bring her back down from whatever she's convinced herself of. And in the mix; proved why he couldn't tell her about the third, she's already betraying him, why would she not betray him entirely? "I guess that's what it is... a mask." Words laced in venom and sarcasm. "No, Lucy Gray," The taller corrected, "maybe it's just you wearing the mask. You could have used me to survive, how do I not know those were your only intentions? It would explain all of it. You pretended to care for me then, just so you could win. And now you're suggesting we part ways because you don't have an audience. No audience, no more need to pretend."

#( it’s a mystery sweetheart just like me ; lucy gray baird ) #ofdrivensnow

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Tohru + Braids

#( spring will come again ; tohru honda )

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A turn of the tide.

Shinobu could feel it stir lately within the air, every time the dawn rose over the horizon and demons clawed for the shadows as rays burned them to dust. Shinobu wasn’t an optimist, but for Nezuko Kamado to be the one to overcome the power of the sun, well… it just had to be her. Sunlight embodied herself, evident in smile and personality.

“Nezuko-chan~” Any other demon would’ve met their end by Shinobu’s petite hands. Instead… the girl was met with a mother’s doctor’s gentle touch. “Hello~ How are you feeling today? Can you tell me?”

"Shinobu-Chan!" Ever since having started to regain her words, Nezuko is all the more determined to speak to everybody. "Shinobu-Chan! Hello!"

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#( a familiar taste of poison ; shinobu kocho ) #strcngered #// precious Nezuko is precious

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Ah~ Iguro-san. All the blood rushed to Mitsuri’s face, barely able to contain her squeal of delightful surprise being reunited with him. “I’m so happy to see you!” It’d been so long, she could count down to the last second. “Are you here long?” Before giving him a chance to answer, Mitsuri interrupted herself. “Would you like to—” Cue internal panic: train together? Walk? Eat? Oh the last one sounded so good!

“Would you like to trainwalk with eat?”

NOOOO!

"It is quite nice, to see you again, Kanroji-San." He admits in a rare, light tone of voice. "I hope that you have been well."

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#( love is a beautiful kind of fear ; mitsuri kanroji ) #strcngered #// mitsuri’s brain stops working ALWAYS

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Nimble calloused fingers ran over still bright crimson. A stain so fresh and new would maintain its pristine color pigmentation for a while… not yet old enough to show any shades of browning in dryness and then age.

By now, Yor could completely remove it the first wash without leaving behind a trace in her sleep. Past experience told her exactly how, sparing her from a trip to the dry cleaners— though she did enjoy visiting the owner she’d befriended in an effort to further conceal her identity by learning details about their work. She’d even been allowed to work there a couple days before she’d gotten her current job, absorbing everything she could— cleaning the one thing she was good at.

Now her goal: remove the stain before her husband and daughter got home.

Of course to the naked eye, to anyone else that wasn’t a professional assassin… the speck was a lot smaller than Yor’s panic made it out to be. Dawning her signature red sweater dress, she unpinned her hair, a yawn immediately following the relaxing, satisfying feeling of twisted hair finally falling free. Her bed looked particularly cozy right now too…

No, Yor!

This wasn’t the time to relax. It was time to plan! To get out the stain and come up with the perfectly believable excuse as to why she’d obtained such five-star quality hotel meals for dinner. Work? Certainly. As long as Loid didn’t press for questions— because when he did he made Yor become a stuttering mess under the gaze of those crystal blues.

Speaking of food… Bond! She shouldn’t leave him for too long!

In a rush, Yor burst through her bedroom door, outfit she needed to clean temporarily forgotten, and her heart’s frenzy heightened seeing Loid standing there, like it always did. “Loid-san!” Right in front of the food covered by sterling silver lids. Excuse. Excuse. Wait a second… “You’re home early?” Concern filled garnet-colored orbs, causing Yor to immediately forget again what she was doing. “Are you feeling alright…? Stomach troubles? I just bought medicine for it!”

A master of the art of deception, Loid knew well how to hide the fact that he was awake. It was a simple trick to tilt his head back and disguise peeking from beneath his eyelids as sleeping. He could watch for movement, though he could only do so from a fixed spot. It would allow him to be prepared, should he need to defend himself (and his family's apartment) from an intruder. For someone who had found their way in, however, they were certainly doing a poor job of being subtle. There was a non-insignificant amount of clinking and clanking associated with their steps through the door. Just what were they carrying? It sounded heavy.

From where he was sitting, he could spot Yor's figure as she hurried back to her room. Only then could he relax. That explained why Bond hadn't barked to announce the presence of an unknown visitor. She must have gotten off early today…

Ah. She'd come home early today, and now she would be wondering why he was home at this hour. He'd need to come up with an explanation, likely about him having few patients today, and-

Come to think of it, why was she home so early, anyway?

He straightened up, brushing the wrinkles from his clothes. What had she been carrying in that was clinking? He headed into the kitchen in time to find Bond sniffing at what appeared to be a full course meal, complete with a fancy tablecloth. Did they own something like this? He couldn't recall purchasing one of this size for the house. They certainly didn't have anything like this sort of plate set. The embossed silver was quite nice. Upscale, even.

“Bond, don't eat that!” he hissed, keeping his voice down. Hurrying over to where curious white paws were just beginning to reach up, he waved the dog away, met with a groan of disappointment at the foiling of such a masterfully laid plan. Now that he was standing closer to the food, however, he had to admit that it certainly smelled good. Perhaps there had been a fancy lunch at City Hall, and she had volunteered to take care of the leftovers?

Why he felt the need to keep his voice down, he wasn't sure. He didn't want to startle her, he supposed. It was also in the nature of a spy to attempt to take in more of a situation, to get his bearings better before he risked making his presence known. Surely she would be out again soon and she could explain the buffet she'd brought back with her.

#( may i have the honor of taking your life? ; yor forger ) #moonsmultimusings #// Loid x His stomach issues are OTP

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#( a promise is unbreakable / diana prince - wonder woman ; ) #PURR