#denouemente

[greenelight]

he needs to   say   something.   they've   been   hanging   out   for   a long time now   ,   so he   should   be   comfortable   enough   to   say   something   to   @denouemente.   of   course   ,   there   is   the   fear   of   rejection   ,   but   the   fear   of   him   not   wanting   to   be   his   friend anymore   is   even   worse   ,   as   he's   really   come   to   care   for   atticus   in   a   way   he   can't   ever   imagine   him   not   in   his   life.   mason   longs   to   tell   him   how   he   feels   ,   wants   to   let   him   know   just   how   much   he   means   ,   but   he   struggles   to   find   the   right   words   ,   which   is   silly   since   he's   usually   so   talkative   &   confident when around people he sees as friends.   deep   down   ,   the   insecurities   resonate   within   him   ,   &   now   they're   at   the   forefront   as   he's   met   with   this   tall   ,   handsome   journalist   who   makes   his   damn   heart   flutter & his face grow hot.   why   he   fell   this   hard   ,   he   can't   explain   ,   but   maybe   love   doesn't   need   an   explanation.   love   .   .   .   it's   too   soon   to   call   it   that.

❝   thanks   for   meeting   me   at   work.   i   just   finished   my   shift.   ❞   mason   salutes   at   one   of   his   co   -   workers   before   leaving   the   café   area   to   meet   up   with   atticus   ,   smiling   nervously   up   at   him   as   he   approaches.   deep   breaths   ,   deep   breaths.   ❝   come   on.   let's   take   a   walk.   i   wanna   tell   you   something.   ❞   a   pause   ,   hands   waving around frantically as he realized how terrifying that must have sounded.   ❝   it's   nothing   bad   or   anything   ,   i   promise   !   i   just   wanna   .   .   .   talk   to   you   about   something   that's   been   on   my   mind.   ❞   he   blushes.   ❝   it's   been   on   my   mind   for   a   long   time.   ❞

#denouemente #˗ˏˋ ᵃᶜᵗ ᶤ· ﹙ ic ﹚ ﹕ make 'em laugh. #˗ˏˋ ˢᶜᵉᶰᵉ· ﹙ act i ﹚ ﹕ times are hard for dreamers. #a cute love confession starter for you <3 #its what they NEED tbh

[highaver]

@denouemente. call.

Balfour didn't hold back the loud yawn as he sprawled out across the sofa - and directly over Ásgeirr's lap. He positioned himself quite comfortably, feet hanging off the edge of the too-short sofa, over the arm. "You're quite a good pillow, actually."

#denouemente #wr. thread. #ve. modern. #denouemente. asgeirr 01.

[hereconduct]

this already happened. but not like this. from 11 to padmé 🫢

"doctor?"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎their tone is empathetic,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎with the lingering curiosity that had her watched with adoration when she was only a child.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the picture of sophistication–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the future queen.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎only this time is that curiosity not pigeonholed into expectations‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎plans to keep a fourteen year old safe,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎now that questioning lingers on their tongue with an intertwined excitement that borders on selfish.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the doctor's features,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the doctor's tone,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it should concern them‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎maybe if they were more scared of demise it would,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but there is no threat,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎nothing big enough,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎to scare her–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎if this moment should bring as much worry that is etched into @denouemente's shoulders,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎cheeks‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎eyes,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it doesn't scare them one bit).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"what do you mean?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎is this not the planet you spoke of?"

her tone remains valiant,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎eyes glancing over the crowds of celebrating people,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎hugs‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎kisses‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎friends holding onto each other like they thought they wouldn't before.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's a beautiful sight to be seen,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎one that tugs at her heart in a way she cannot articulate.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's all beautiful‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yet there's a somberness that befalls those around,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎one that feels unintentional,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎as if a collective loss that cannot be named has landed on their shoulders...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎now falls upon padmé's.

she isn't scared,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she's hurt‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎aching,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yet she can't articulate why.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎each glance at another face bringing them closer‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎closer to forgetting how to breathe.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the excitement that they had upon landing has started to fade now that he has brought attention to the slightly greyscale of such a bright scene.

"we're not supposed to be here are we?"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎tone falls flat‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎for a moment she lets her eyes shut,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎hoping that not seeing will wipe away the sickness that slips up her throat‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎into her chest.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the feeling is so painfully unfamiliar.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎when eyes open back up,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎they lock onto the doctor because it's easier that way,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎its easier to focus on that one thing,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎on this one person that she trusts than to the happily somber folks who dance around them with cheerful tone.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"why is it hurting me to be here?"

#NOW BLYTHE YOU GOTTA WALK WITH ME HERE #in which they've somehow accidentally ended up on endor after d.arth vader dies #but it didn't happen how it did in ep 6 #like either luke is hurt or dead #and she's NOT supposed to be here #anyways i was just thinking about her fate and how her fate is like ... the thing haunting them #and they won't ask the doctor but she can feel it #anyways also my padmé is slightly force sensitive and imagine if the t.ardis knew that #i'm just rambling so ignore this HAHAH #denouemente #padmé amidala : ic.

[crushsung]

@denouemente / conor: "i won't tell you how to feel."

she wants to laugh. it's bittersweet. she holds her tongue instead, leaning back in her seat, sitting with her thoughts. it's always funny when people say things like that, giving her the illusion of choice. as if it's up to her what she wants to do or say, as if there's no consequence. she doesn't say what she's really thinking: that it's all kind of bullshit either way.

"nice of you," genuine, because she figures he means it well. she won't be too cold about that. her hands tug at the hem of her skirt, needing something to fiddle with in conversation. "i'm undecided. on what i feel about most things."

#denouemente #denouement / conor. #* in character. #* ic answered. #* this is a love song. / main. #ty for sending stuff!! #leaving things vague so this can be whatever. pre-established or not! up to you

[litearra]

❛ we’re not so different after all. ❜

words ring through his very being, not so different after all. a fate he wouldn't wish upon anyone else. paid to fight until there was nothing left, either enemies would be eradicated or he would die trying. destinied to fight.     ❝ i sincerely hope not, ❞ he grunts, he was a disgraced bastard. a killer whose loyalty laid with the heaviest pay check. fingers flex at his side, sword strapped across his back - feels like missing a limb whenever they separate.     ❝ maybe it isn't too late for you, ❞ maybe there was a family still willing to take @denouemente in. he could only hope so, seen too many slain while seeking the next pay check.

#ch. hakan avci kilic #ft. alistair theirin #denouemente #verse. to be determined #ooc. queue

[sarastuss]

EXHAUSTION SHOULD CLAIM THEM BOTH, : another battle behind them, 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐍. ━━━━ just recently fresh out of a shower, any signs of a fight washed away. ( this hunt was not like any other, ... bigger powers were at play. ) A THOUGHT THAT HAUNTS, her mind runs wild without mercy. &. for this reason, rest does not come easy. 𝐎' 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎. ... she sits alone with these taunting thoughts, failing to notice the ever so dear presence. how sloppy of her.

@denouemente ❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜ / from dean.

&. JUST LIKE THAT, : he manages to 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐔𝐏 that signature smile, ━━━━ ever so warm &. bright! ( rosy tint even painted her cheeks. ) ❝ someone is feeling sweet. ❞ YET HER HEART BEATS THE SAME, gaze moving to him, 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. slowly she stands up, moving closer with light steps ━━━━ palm lifted to touch his cheek, 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄, 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. ❝ and you : you look heavenly. ❞ no lie ever touching her tongue.

#❛ ☼ ― verse iii. / undetermined; there is much for you to explore. #denouemente #it's that fresh glow they both have going rn after some self-care post battle and this is very adorable #and now i am crying #heavenly is the only way to describe dean i do not make the rules

[heartlass]

❛ i felt your absence. ❜ 4 leia from jim

innumerable amount of stars line the sky, a collection of constellations greater than the eye can see. the galaxies endless, the adventures endless. she, the daughter of a rebellion, has no luxury of going this far — to see the sights he sees. the princess turned general is required to return to her duty, the one who can lead the rebellion, the heir to peace in the galaxy. he, the boy that adventures. captain kirk, a name synonymous with escapades that parallel even the greatest history books.

— this whirlwind game of strangers, friends, soulmates. a man and a woman. a princess and a captain. (@denouemente : kirk & leia)

❛  don't say such things. ❜ it tugs her heartstrings, the sheltered organ leia buries deep under layer of protection. how many have you lost princess? there is an late moon, a rare occurrence in their hidden planet, tucked away in endless stars with no close planets. her head leans against the captain's chest, hearing the thunder of his heartbeat. ❛ — it will make me miss you more. ❜ more than i can. more than i should.

how long do they intend to play a game they know ends in heartbreak?

❛  where are you off to next? ❜ the sadness in her voice carries, how leia dances over the request. her hands clasp against his, fingers intertwined. ❛  there is a — ball, for lack of better terms. perhaps you could make an appearance, at my request. a request for your attendance. ❜

#denouemente #ic. leia organa. #hi i love u

[greenelight]

how   long   has   it   been   since   he   last   saw   @denouemente   ?   mason   can't   seem   to   pinpoint   an   exact   number   of   weeks   or   months   as   he   watches   him   stride   into   his   apartment   ,   a   rare   place   for   them   to   spend   time   together   outside   of   the   bookstore he worked.   his   tall   form   sagged   &   slumped   as   he   crossed   the   threshold   into   his   small   living   room   ,   relief   filling   mason   as   he   watches   him   sit   on   his   couch   ,   no   doubt   exhausted   from   all   his   travelling.   he   had   only   just   gotten   back   today   ,   yet   he   isn't   spending   time   in   his   own   home   resting.   instead   ,   he   made   his   way   here   ,   made   his   way   to   his   place.   did   that   .   .   .   mean   something   ?   a   blush   creeps   across   mason's   cheeks   ,   but   he   tries   not   to   let the thought consume him too much.   thankfully   ,   atticus   seemed   too   tired   to   really   notice   any   sort   of   reaction   from   him   &   the   lights   in   his   living   room   were   too   dim   to   really   reveal   anything   from   his   face.   good   thing   too   ━━   mason   may   be   an   actor   ,   but   he   was   terrible   when   it   came   to   emotions   of   the   heart & it was becoming more clear each & every day just how strong his feelings for the journalist had grown like strong , thick vines up a stone wall.

❝   you   look   like   you've   been   through   it   ,   ❞   mason   says   with   a   low   whistle   ,   taking   the   opposite   side   of   the   couch   as   he   watches   him   cautiously.   his   cat   ,   bumblebee   ,   takes   to   the   seat   nearest   to   atticus   &   purrs   loudly   ,   already   adjusted   to   his presence   in   mason's   life   ,   curling   in   close   to   steal   his   warmth.   mason   would   adore   the   scene   if   he   wasn't   so   focused   on   his   friend   ,   a   tad   bit   jealous   that   his   own   cat   could   get   close   to   him   ,   yet   he   still   feared   even   just   stretching   out   a   hand.   ❞   if   i   have   to   think   about   one   more   thing   today   ,   my   head   will   explode   ,   ❜   atticus   finally   speaks into the open air   &   then   it   all   clicks   in   mason's   mind.   somehow   ,   the   journalist   had   viewed   mason   as   some   form   of   calm   &   peace   ━━   someone   he   can   talk   to   or   even   just   be   around   without   feeling   as   though   the   world   was   on   his   shoulders.   if   it   were   the   bookstore   that   made   him   feel   that   peace   ,   he   would   have   gone   there & spoken to one of the many employees at shelf indulgence   ,   but   he   came   to   mason's   apartment   instead   &   decided   to   recharge   here   under   mason's   watchful   eye.   his   heart   warms   a   bit   as   the   pieces   form   in   his   mind   &   he   braves   his   fears   enough   to   gently   offer   a   hand   on   atticus'   shoulder   ,   kneading   the   tense   muscle   there   as   he   smiles   at   him   ,   at   his   friend.   ❝   well   lucky   for   you   ,   you   can   be   as   brainless   as   you   wanna   be   here.   ❞   mason   grins   ,   all   teeth & shining eyes.   ❝   take   a   load   off   &   we   can   talk   if   you   wanna   or   just   sit   in   comfortable   silence.   i   can   order   us   some   pizza   too   ,   if   you'd   like.   ❞   mason   moves   to   get   up   from   the   couch   to   grab   his   phone   to   order   their   food   ,   but   before   he   can   leave   completely   ,   he   looks   over   his   shoulder   at   atticus   &   smiles.   he   looked   good   here   in   his   apartment   .   .   .   he   could   get   used   to   him   visiting   here   more   often.   ❝   glad   you   made   it   back   from   wherever   secret   place   you   were   at   in   peace   ,   atticus   ,   ❞   he   grinned   ,   despite   a   whisper   of   a   voice   echoing   what   he   wanted   to   actually   say   ﹕ i missed you. i was worried about you.   ❝   you're   welcome   to   stay   here   as   long   as   you   like   ,   whenever   you   like.   ❞   forever   even.

#denouemente #˗ˏˋ ᵃᶜᵗ ᶤ· ﹙ ic ﹚ ﹕ make 'em laugh. #˗ˏˋ ᵃᶜᵗ ᶤᶤᶤ· ﹙ answered ﹚ ﹕ i won't quit 'til i'm a star. #˗ˏˋ ˢᶜᵉᶰᵉ· ﹙ act i ﹚ ﹕ times are hard for dreamers. #hELLO THEY'RE BACK #this is pre relationship ofc #mason be yearning like the dork he is gndfjkgndjkgnjkdfg #ugh i MISSED atticus #im so glad he's back :3

[highaver]

@denouemente asked: “I should be writing this down.”

"Only if you want to get me in trouble." The words left Balfour's lips lightly. He knew Ásgeirr never would, that his words were spoken only in jest. There had never been a calm or average day at the Palace, at least not in Balfour's memory. Certainly not once Elisif began running the place - or, rather, before her court tried to rule through her instead. It was often exhausting. Balfour hated the vast majority of it, though he still wasn't fool enough to reject such a position of honour.

Some days also proved themselves ridiculous. The kind that he might laugh about afterwards, when he came home to Ásgeirr.

"If Falk heard the things I said about him, he would kill me." He flashed a smile, even if the words held some truth. Balfour was a nuisance to most at the Palace - but hardy and difficult to be rid of. He was good at not giving them excuses. Teasing, then, and light, as he took Ásgeirr's face in his hands: "You would give him reasons to be rid of your beloved?"

#denouemente #ans. #ask. #ve. tes. #dorks. anyway. they live in my mind rent free

[hereconduct]

who rings their own doorbell? from 11 to rose

there are parts of day to day life that she has yet to figure out,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎parts as simple as keeping tasks organized‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(rent,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎taxes,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎even putting petrol in a car).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she knew them once,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎selves ago where rose was nothing more than a day to day occurrence of repeated interactions that were destined to make her go mad some day.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she catches herself feeling that now‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎again,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎in a moment like this searching through her purse for her flat keys:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but she takes a deep breath,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a steadying one every time.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎|‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it could be worse,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she could be her old self‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎nothing more,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎to the shop‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎back,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎to the chippy‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎back,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎turn on a show‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎rot away into her couch until sleep came for the night,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎to do it all once more.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎at least there's the new in between,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎keeping up with the space like happenings around town that never seem to stop.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎once her eyes were opened,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎they could never be shut again.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it would be impossible for her to just go on.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she couldn't in her old home‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(dad's world as she had grown to call out in her diary sprawling),‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she couldn't do it here:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎back again,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎new name,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎same memories.‎

it's days like these,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎where nothing exciting's happened,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there's nothing for her to look forward to,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎that she struggles–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎evidently so by the way she rummages through her fairly empty bag looking in circles for keys that she knows aren't there‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(the tardis key was always on her,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it felt like a birth mark,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a part of herself that she could sense with every passing second‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎/‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎keys that had much more importance to her than those to a boring‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎undecorated flat).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"shit."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎when she finally looks up to her door,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎flat number 9,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she can't help her pitiful attempt at getting in.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎pressing the doorbell is a joke,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a personal one that makes her focus,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎take a deep breath,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎don't get too frustrated,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎keys don't just up‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎disappear.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎so she closes her eyes,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎traces her steps from the bus back to the library,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎back to the coffeeshop,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎back to the–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎who rings their own doorbell?

"oh my god!"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she stumbles nearly a few feet back,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎grasping at her chest to instinctually feel for her heart.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she's used to being startled,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎grown almost comfortable with the familiarity of a racing chest‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎lungs that seemingly have forgotten how to function...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but not in her home,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎not when there's a strange man,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎@denouemente,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎standing in her now open doorway,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a doorway that for all intents‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎purposes,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎should be closed.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"um..."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎fear doesn't become rose t.yler,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's a rare thing‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(even now she knows there's a blaster,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎one of torchwood's creations back in her dad's world,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎resting nicely‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ready to be drawn in her bag).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"someone who doesn't know where her keys are–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎how the 'ell are you in there?"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a finger raises,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎pointing into the slightly inhospitable living space behind him‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(not the neatest,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎not decorated).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"how the 'ell did you get in my flat ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎why the 'ell would'ya open the door if someone rang the doorbell?"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she should be concerned,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎any normal person would be:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but color her curious as her hand moves to position itself for quick grab‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎fire,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎of course only if need be.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"it's a bit fucking creepy don'tcha think?"

#denouemente #rose tyler : ic. #got carried away sorry #AIPOSJDFOP being very self servicey ANYWAYS #this is when she comes back to her original universe #because the other one started rejecting her due to her connection to the time v.ortex #she has an alias and is a private alien investigator :) hope that makes sense sorry this got long sorry it's a reunion thing #bye!

[highevar]

beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger. from alistair

scarlet blooms across her freckled cheeks - heart fluttering at the simple gesture and the smugness of his grin. she wonders, sometimes, if this effect he has on her shall ever fade. in that moment it is so strong that she doubts that it ever will. it is not strong enough to compel her into obedience; not so quickly, anyway. though she smiles at him coyly, leaning against the door slowly until it latched shut behind her. "anyone else would lose that finger for such arrogance, you know," but he is not anyone else, is he? he is alistair, and he could get away with what she would not forgive in anyone else, so long as he gazed at her the way he was presently. she tips her head sweetly to one side, openly appreciating him with a slow salacious glance up his tall form before finally landing on his eyes. "there was a time when you couldn't even bring yourself to kiss me without blushing. now look at you."

#denouemente #they're so GROSS!!!!!!! #i'm obsessed with them

[h-awke-a]

@denouemente re:cullen liked for an inquisition era starter.

   the door opens and theo glances up. there in the doorway, limned in the syrup-heady dusklight, cullen cuts an impressive figure. expensive armour. fur mantle. high-backed leather chair and a heavy wooden desk. world's light on power-happy choir boys, apparently—given the way they keep promoting from within.

   the silence seems to tick like a clock. they stare at one another and hawke lets it stretch, taking the time to wonder if cullen is more or less impressive now than he'd been the day bethany had looked up, just like this, to see him standing in the doorway of their uncle's hovel on the reeking end of lowtown. hawke hadn't been there that day. if he had—

   "nice office," theo says conversationally, managing to land the faintly sarcastic tone of camaraderie he'd been aiming for in spite of his train of thought. he drops the stack of probably confidential reports he's been leafing through back onto the desktop—as casually as though it was his own expensive desk in his own expensive office. "needs better locks, though."

#denouemente #IC. #RE:INQUISITION. #lmaoooo

[ircnwrought]

❛ you're allowed to feel sad about this. ❜ // @denouemente (az) to rhys !!

__________✰             WHEN     THE     GRIEF     THREATENS     TO     CONSUME,        HE     BEATS     IT     BACK     WITH     SHADOW     &&     SPITE.      he    knows    he    must    allow    himself    the    time    to    properly    say    goodbye,     to    come    to    terms    with    the    fact    that    he    is    crowned    high    lord    centuries    too    early    &&    that    his    mother    &&    sister    are    not    just    out    in    the    skies    somewhere.        but   his   people   need   him   too,     they   need   his   strength  &&    guidance.     it    is    a    hellish    tightrope    to    walk.        even   now,     his   grip   on   the   desk   beneath   has   begun   to   splinter   the   wood,        teeth   grind   together   in   an   attempt   to   maintain   some   semblance   of   authority     (     of   course   his   brother   would   see   through   the   act,     know   how   his   heart   bleeds   this   very   moment     )     ❛    i   should   have   been   there,     az.     i    should    have    been    there    like    i    said    i    would    have    &&    maybe    they    wouldn't    have    been    taken.    ❜

#denouemente #reply; azriel (denouemente) #c; rhysand #❛ time in a bottle ❜ ▬ ( answered. ) #q #(( oh ))

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@denouemente said ; i appreciate you coming down here. from atticus for nancy

"of course!" nancy smiles over her cup of coffee and muffin as she leans forward in the booth of the small, 24 hour diner she's found herself in, "i mean, how could i resist? it sounds like you've found something really interesting, atticus." there's a certain gleam in her eyes. it's been called her case-hungry look by friends in the past. she has to be, to have jumped on a plane and flown here with little explanation other than a request for her presence, though it's far from the first time she's impulse purchased a plane ticket in the middle of the night.

#denouemente #* nancy ; answered #okay so the vibe i'm getting........they've worked together before?? maybe nancy comes along to see if she can find a mundane explanation #the scully to atticus' mulder if u will

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❝   oh   .   .   .   you   wanna   know   the   kind   of   books   i   read   ?   that's   .   .   .   ❞   as   he   reaches   for   another   fry   from   the   basket   he   &   alice   both   share   ,   he   can't   help   the   feeling   of   embarrassment   &   shame   that   crosses   his   features   briefly at her seemingly innocent query.   when   it   comes   to   reading   books   ,   he   knows   his   taste   is   horrendous.   while   most   intellectuals   would   read   gripping   novels   &   incredible   stories   about   life   &   self   -   discovery   ,   mason   would   rather   stick   his   nose   into   a   book   one   finds   at   a   grocery   store shelf   ,   where   the   romance   is   cheesy   &   the   ❛   spice   ❜   is   unnecessary   &   strangely   detailed   compared   to   the   rest   of   the   story.   only   sebastian   &   hannah   know   about   his   preferences   ,   &   he   intended   it   to   stay   that   way   ,   but   perhaps   that   changes   today.

❝   i   know   i   worked   at   a   bookstore   ,   but   i'm   not   exactly   the   guy   you   go   to   for   book   recs.   ❞   he   smiles   ,   hoping   to   avoid   this   conversation.   ❝   i   could   introduce   you   to   some   of   my   old   co   -   workers   &   maybe   they   can   give   you   recs   ?   they're   way   more   into   books   than   i   am.   trust   me.   ❞

˗ˏˋ      ᵒᵛᵉʳᵗᵘʳᵉ·     entering the stage ﹕ @denouemente as alice bingley.

#denouemente #˗ˏˋ ᵃᶜᵗ ᶤ· ﹙ ic ﹚ ﹕ make 'em laugh. #˗ˏˋ ˢᶜᵉᶰᵉ· ﹙ act ii ﹚ ﹕ strangers in the night. #HI BLYTHE I LOVE U & I MISSED THEM #ok but let them chat about booktok #its time to reveal mason's trashy novel love nfgdjkgndjgnfg

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@denouemente. call.

"Hm. You make it very hard for me to do my job when you look so handsome." Balfour narrowed his eyes at Ásgeirr, only teasing, before his gaze turned back out onto the crowd. Parties. He'd used to like these, before he had become Elisif's housecarl. Now, he was always on edge. But he could still smile for now. "I think, technically, that might be treason."

#denouemente #wr. thread. #ve. tes. #denouemente. asgeirr 04.