this blog has been put on permanent hiatus.  i can currently be found on the following: ---- milady de winter ---- katherine pierce ---- lorelai gilmore and the following are under construction: ---- commander shepard (female) ---- will graham

regarding my recent absence from this (and all of my blogs), i wanted to just say that i am in the process of buying a house, it's my first home buying experience and we are in the middle of a bidding war currently. on top of work and everything it just has me extremely stressed, and i'm trying to make sure that i remain in a good headspace during the process.. sometimes, unfortunately, that means staying off of tumblr for the most part. thanks for understanding <3

She was good with that smile — captivating, hypnotizing.. That look in her eye where he knew that the night would be not - at -all boring.           ”But you know me, if I don’t incur someone’s wrath           then the night is clearly not complete for me.”  He said tongue pressed against his cheek with a smile.            ” Oh would you now? Then I guess for your sake             I should be a good boy.”  His tone was teasing but pleasant as he snagged her glass to give her that refill. If it got him a little bit of time with Red? Then he’d do it.                                  ” If you find yourself unable to keep it.                                   I know where to find you.” 

The sixteen year old could probably list the number of times that she’d heard a kind word from her father — count them all on one hand truthfully. But right now that was the furthest thing from her mind. On Emery’s mind right now was the  fact that she was away from her father, that she had someone to seemed to approve of her, that had helped to defend her, and was giving her that thing she’d craved since her mother died.

The thought of being called anything other than the name which she’d been assigned at birth actually caused Emery to stop in mid stride, near panic setting over her bruised and battered  features.

          “Ah’ve ne’er been called anyt’ing else.”

Except whatever derogatory thing that Jack might have thought up for that day. Emery remained still as she mulled Natasha’s question over seriously.

            “Mah middle name is Petra.             Et means ‘rock.’”

Announcing her name Emery found her stride again, even as her gimp leg tried to give her trouble. Less than six months ago she’d fallen from a ship and broken her right leg in three places. She’d also decorated her back with a nasty cut, nicely scarring now. Straightening her shoulders Emery fought to keep her steps level and her chin straight even as her body begged her  to not force more than it could bear in its currently disheveled state.

     The Winter Soldier is efficient, but killing machine though he may have been, now he’s just… well, what is he? A shell, full of mechanical parts that obey orders, but with the cognizance of his past. He knows who she was, even what their connection was. He knows that they were no longer in the same habitat that had incubated their relationship, and he knows that they have fought on opposing sides multiple times. More than anything, he knows that his orders are absolute.

                                And yet?

     He can practically feel her moving in. The experiments they’ve done on him, the enhancements from Hydra mean that he can very nearly hear the blood rushing in her veins, he can see her sillhouette even in the dark. He can reach out, grab the chair, and break her dominant hand in about three seconds and keep her disarmed.

                                But he’s not really in danger, is he?

                    And his orders…

     He grabs the music box and throws it to the ground, not even flinching as it smashes spectacularly and sends shards in all directions, including towards his hands and face. In about 2.3 seconds, he’s out the window and running.

                    He has to for now.

                                Orders.

     But she stirs something in him and he wants to know what. Meanwhile Death waits with open arms, so curious to see it all play out that he doesn’t even bother to interfere. But just in case the Black Widow tracks the Soldier back to the den, he’ll wear a different mask for now.

" Considering the circumstances — beer is just fine." Jenna flopped. “See, this is why we’re friends. That and we gingers need to stick together. I’ll be damned if I’m letting blondes run this planet.” 

everyone should download evil apples for their smart phones and play with me because it's mobile cards against humanity and im drinking so yes.

           ”  If we keep this up we will be passing compliments           back and forth all night, and then we might have           bored patrons on our hands, and you know how they get           when they are not entertained.”  Though the faintest of smiles did brush her lips allowing herself to look up from her , what she would call, chaotic mess.           ” I would never let that happen to you. Not with pipes like            those. Even if you couldn’t sing I’m sure you could             bring in customers. Smile, pass off a drink, you’d have            their attention.” 

He didn’t get the idea that dates had to be such big things. What was the big deal about them? You like a person you ask them to hang out. It doesn’t always mean going out on the town, does it?  He didn’t know exactly what was normal.  "You’re welcome, my lady. " He tried to pull off a rusty British accent, but instead it came out horrible. More like a mix of a confused Australian  lost in Brooklyn.   When she replied to him in said language he blinked, brow up. ” … Yeah I said I like it, didn’t say I know it.” 

If there was one thing at which Emery was good, it was that she was a quick learner. There were reasons behind this, the first and most prominent being was that the faster she learned something the less likely she was to take a backhand across the face,  compliments of a father who believed he should only have to explain something once. The second was that Emery wanted to learn. The more she learned the more she felt free. What she was learning with Natasha helped reinforce that feeling of freedom.

Natasha was the closest thing that Emery had had to family in a long time and Emery trusted the older girl. Enough that she was less likely now to flinch away when Natasha reached out in any manner. Smiles were more likely to crop up across Emery’s face at random times than ever before. It was a good feeling to know that when things got bad, she always had Natasha.

           ”Dun tell meh yer afrai’.”

The grin across Emery’s face now was positively smug and prideful as she turned to walk toward the kitchens with Natasha.

              “Ah’ll agree tae t’at.”