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Guinevere frowned, her eyes never leaving his face as he spoke. She had not expected this reaction… this misunderstanding of her words, but perhaps she should have. Speeches had never been her strength. Oh, she could sway armies with her voice and her words, but when it came to something more personal she was not faring very well.
“Your past sins you think you have matter not at all to me, Riordan. The biggest fault I see in you is not always heeding the wisdom of waiting before rushing into anything.” She sighed, shaking her head. “My love for you is one of the strongest emotions I feel and one of the few things that I know I can call my own.”
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"It is the curse of our people." He cajoled, seeking humor rather than the truth of the matter. Headstrong, though he was, Riordan was not often gifted with the foresight to know what direction his actions would take him.
"My love for you, however, is what keeps me firmly tethered upon this earth. I will follow you until the breath leaves my lungs."
At The Heart of Truth || Guinevere & Riordan
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Ann nodded in acknowledgement of him not knowing enough Enochian. to translate all of it. Hearing that it was chants to break through their safe haven, she quickly took the small recorder back and stopped it immediately not wanting to take any chances.
The recorder was tossed onto the coffee table, then Ann reached for the tea that waited nearby where the player had landed. As she thought for a long moment, she drank.
Seriously, this was all still new to her. It was crazy by society’s standard, but Ann had seen this all go down. Much worse than what was happening now.
She took his hands in hers. “What do you see now, Harry?” she asked, trusting him completely, no matter how illogical the situation was.
"Choices bein' stripped." His gaze was still heavy on the recorder. EVP had proven its worth over the years, as had some higher-end video cameras. Capturing images that couldn't be seen by the naked eye had taken the paranormal world by storm and seen run-from-home type setups boom overnight.
But, with the good came the terrifying. Demons were just as easily found now as ghosts. Shaking his head, he considered what they had there at the house.
"The wards'll hold for now, I don't doubt that. But, we're gonna need to keep an eye on things and make sure they don't test the boundaries."
#pikeschaoticmuses#You're A Sad Man; Harry Ballard#They're Comin' To Get Ya Harry; Demonverse#Before The Winter Sets In; Ann and Harry
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The female Judges entered as Dredd suggested protective custody.
“No!” Anderson protested. “I will not hide like some coward. I lived on the streets. If I can fend off thieves and murderers, I can fend off Judge Death.”
Hershey was quiet a moment. “She’s right. Send her out somewhere, have Judges standing by to come in. We can use her as bait. Meanwhile, I’ll be here researching everything I can about Judge Death.” Hershey took her place as Chief Judge as she made her orders.
“Judge Dredd,” Hershey continued, “You know Anderson better than anyone else here. You run point and protect her.”
Bait. Drokking bait. Helmet firmly in place, by the time they'd returned, Dredd frowned and considered the pair, before looking up at the council. They were disgruntled about having been disturbed, to begin with. And now to learn that one of their own had become a target? One by one, they nodded their agreement with both Hershey and Anderson.
Bait.
Jaw muscles clenched, but arguing wouldn't change anything. "Fine. But I stay close." He wouldn't risk his partner. Not for anything.
#pikeschaoticmuses#I Am The Law; Dredd#Judge Jury & Executioner; Joseph Dredd#Tiny Mind Terror; Anderson#You Stand At My Side; Hershey
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Hershey laid a gentle hand on his cheek, wanting him to look at her as she spoke. “You’ve been cleared you know. I know you, Justice already calling to you. Just rest for me. We’ll tackle all of this tomorrow. Okay?” she gave him a soft smile to reassure him.
The problem was, if faced with it, Hershey would take the way of Fargo. She would give her life, and nearly had, to prove Dredd was innocent. That he was the one that upheld the Law better than other.
The most frustrating aspect of the whole trial was not the trial itself. It was the fact that now everyone would see Dredd and know the man had been considered a suspect in the deaths of several who had held impressive seats upon the council. Acquitted. Exonerated. It didn't matter when the public opinion was brought into the arena.
The judge exhaled softly and nodded. Rest. He could take an hour in the sleep machine and be back out on rotation while Hershey got her needed sleep. It was how he functioned. How he coped.
#pikeschaoticmuses#I Am The Law; Dredd#Judge Jury & Executioner; Joseph Dredd#You Stand At My Side; Hershey
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One gave him an acknowledging nod. “Aye sir,” she headed out of his office, looking as if nothing had happened out of the ordinary for them. The ensign in her place immediately vacated her place and left the bridge, waiting for when he’d be called upon again.
One took her place, waiting for the next order from Pike, knowing more was bound to come.
"Captain on the bridge." The helmsman announced, and everyone sucked in a little more gut, tensing and readying themselves for whatever was to come. Pike tugged at the hem of his uniform shirt, settled in the seat and picked up his PADD.
"Helmsman, lay in course." He didn't bother with the particulars. Everyone knew where they were going, and he wasn't going to sit and hold their hands. Glancing at One, he nodded his head. "Punch it."
Trial By Fire || Closed
#pikeschaoticmuses#Punch It; Captain Christopher Pike#The Final Frontier; Star Trek#I Sometimes Hear Voices; Visiting Muse
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‘ You didn’t make me fall in love ; you made me soar into the skies and taught me how to fly. That is true love to me. ‘ (Guinevere to Riordan)
Such poetry. Never in his days had he heard beauty in the form of prose cast in his direction. Smiling, Riordan closed the distance and held out a hand. "Then let us take flight, little bird. Let us see ourselves free of this place and all that reeks of blood and steel. We will find our joy far from here."
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Karl Urban in Pete’s Dragon (2016) Trailer
#Karl Urban#Pete's Dragon#ain't nobody gonna tell me#that this isn't John#Reaper gonna reap#he's in hiding#and pretending to be a normal guy#So Reaper...As in Grimm?; Reaper
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My tumblr won’t let any of my gifs play.
#Karl Urban#The Price of Milk#Rob#You're A Sad Man; Harry Ballard#Yeah I know#it's not Harry#but this came out just after#so the time frame is still the same#so it's Harry#shhhh
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OOC Update
(So, appt went well. Still no word (yet) on when surgery is going to happen, but the scheduler-lady should be contacting me within the next week to get that setup. That being said, I have swiss cheese brain today and am having trouble doing the word-putting-into-sentence thing. So those drafts I owe? Yeah.. that’ll be tomorrow. Sorry.
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Drafts: 5
Inbox: 0
Stopping with those left because I have an appt in the morning and I need sleeeeeeep. I will get to those tomorrow when I’m done being a human pincushion. G’night all.
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Shelly let out a breath and hugged him. Everything she’d done was to keep him and their children safe. Or, in the case of being a witch, she’d hidden it out of embarrassment. It wasn’t something she was proud of. At least not before after all the teasing as a child. Now, she’d found herself using the skills to protect her family.
There had been missions where her body would have been the best asset to get what the CIA needed, but that wasn’t something Shelly would ever do. Of course there were moments of fake kisses to pass information off or used as a way to watch a target covertly, but never more than that. Even the kisses were cold, they were never as warm or loving as the ones she gave Will.
“Thank the stars. I don’t know if I could live without you, Will.” she pressed a loving kiss on his temple just above a new scrape. And the smile was back. Warm as ever, focused on Will and Will alone.
“Honestly, I don’t know what to say. I guess I’ll give you the basics and you can ask me anything. Yes, I was born a witch. A spiritual one that stays only in light. I have never used my powers for darkness. Everything you know about my eccentric aunts is true. The incredible stories were all true.” She bites her lip. “And when I say I wished for you. I really did wish for you.”
She looked down a moment, shyness creeping in as it had all those years ago when they’d first met. “It’s a spell called Amas Veritas. A Love spell. Jillian wished for a real love, but I didn’t think mine would exist. Every woman in my family that falls in love loses their love. He always dies, but not you. That curse was broken by you merely existing.” Her head slowly raises. “I wished for a man that had eyes the color of mud, with little flecks of green in them. His favorite shape would be a star. He can perfectly flip pancakes. He can ride a horse backward. I’ve seen you do all of that.” She smiles again. “And I can’t stop staring.” she giggles.
A memory, faded by time and trials of life, flickered in his mind's eye. He sat astride his favorite pony at the carnival. Backwards. Firefoot had worn a star on his flank, as per Will's request as the birthday boy. And, as he sat, the undisputed king of the birthday celebration, a shower of flower petals had come raining down upon him. They'd formed a perfect circle around both him and Firefoot, and it had been a topic of discussion for years after. Sure, most had brushed it off to some freak fluke of nature, but he'd always wondered. There'd always been those moments when he just knew something wasn't right. He'd trusted his gut...
And here he was with the most bewitching woman he'd ever had the pleasure of knowing.
"It was you, wasn't it?" But he knew the answer to that. He'd seen the diary entry, of course. Gillian had shown him and found it more than a little amusing. To learn he could do everything she had listed, and more, had been startling. Especially since she'd wished for it.
"Wished for you too, y'know." But, she knew that too. He'd told her as much during the fiasco with Jimmy. Will smiled and leaned in for a tender kiss. "I'll let you bewitch me every day of the year." Though, he was still waiting to see if she'd jump off the roof with the Aunts.
#pikeschaoticmuses#Bad Move Grandpa; William Cooper#Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic; Shelly Cooper
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Honestly, Ann wanted the same. She would much rather have curled up to Harry after all of that and snuggled him. Letting the worries of being hunted flow from her mind. Even if just for a few minutes.
Ann thought for a long moment, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
“I still have that place I was renting,” she admitted quietly. She had been staying with Harry for four months, but had only been his girlfriend a month. Cautious as always, Ann hadn’t actually moved in with him. “I even have the internet bill up to date and I have my laptop here.”
She offered all of whatever she had, knowing another tangle with Lucifer would probably make her logical mind snap. As it was, she didn’t do anything but stare at a wall for two days, then didn’t speak for a few days afterward.
"Is it away from people?" Not that he wanted to be isolated, by any stretch, but being near people tended to see them dead a lot faster. Even with whatever had happened with Lucifer still fresh in mind, Harry wasn't about to tempt fate by seeing how devious the demons were. They'd been after him, gods only knew why, and Lucifer had been after Ann...
It was a mess.
Harry nodded and considered it. "Yeah, we need a fresh place, though I'll still put wards up to keep us safe."
#pikeschaoticmuses#You're A Sad Man; Harry Ballard#They're Comin' To Get Ya Harry; Demonverse#Before The Winter Sets In; Ann and Harry
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“Would you mind if we went over there?” she gestured to a cafe across the street. I can’t stand this place.” she makes a face
Sliding off her sunglasses so she could see in the darkness, she looked around wearily.
The skin beneath her eyes was dark purple, almost black. She hadn’t slept since Harry had been killed. Dark brown eyes were bloodshot from all the tears she’d shed.
“My husband Harry,” she replied softly.
Something caught Ann’s eye. A silver orb floated nearby. She had to be mistaken. It had to be attached to something she couldn’t immediately see.
“Come on,” she said a little more firmly and began walking backward away from the orb, keeping her eyes on it.
"Don't mind a bit." He fell into step easily, accustomed to walking slower for his shorter friends, and left the soul-suckingly creepy vibe that was the funeral home behind. Of course, then she dropped the bomb and he felt like an even bigger asshole. Husband? Jesus. Agron swallowed and smiled awkwardly. "I'm sorry. I can't even begin to imagine that kind of loss." He'd never been in love, knew nothing of how that sort of thing went. But, she was so young! Unless dearly departed hubby was old as fuck and she was a gold digger (which he didn't see), that meant this late Harry guy had been young too.
Shit.
He was caught up in that and missed the oddness of her actions. At first. Frowning, when it finally dawned on him what she was doing, he turned and caught sight of the...
"What the fuck is that?"
In The End || Closed
#pikeschaoticmuses#I Am No Fucking Gaul; Agron#Is That A Sphere?; Phantasm Verse#I Sometimes Hear Voices; Visiting Muse
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Oh, yes they had. John Kennex had been Valerie’s first in every sense of the word. The first man she ever loved, the first man she’d ever lived with, and the first one to ever make love with her. It hadn’t been long actually. They’d worked together for almost a year before the accident and only in a relationship for a few months.
Val smiled sadly and looked away to hide the tears welling up in her eyes. “Yeah, but in the end it wouldn’t do them well to have it forced on them to remember. That’s what the hospital said.”
She sniffed. “I only want him to do that for me. I see peeks of it and it brings my hopes up. Only to have them dashed when he awkwardly leaves again.”
Valerie stood up to fast that her Bourbon was spilled on the floor and she hadn’t noticed. “Lock up when you’re done,” she muttered as she tried to walk out to keep him from seeing her tears.
The sudden movement startled him and he blinked owlishly, watching the guarded way she moved away from him. Yeah, okay, he was an obtuse idiot most of the time. On his good days. But, he knew something was up. She couldn't be talking about him, could she? He exhaled and took a chance.
"Val..." Turning, he regarded her quietly. "You should know I'm seeing a Recollectionist." Illegal as hell and he knew he could lose his badge for just admitting it. But, they were in her office after hours and he trusted her. Probably more than he should, considering.
"I'll remember things. I'm working on it."
Postcards From the Past || Closed
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In most ways, Doctor Leonard McCoy was a stereotypical Southerner. He liked Bourbon, country music, peaches, warm breezes, trees, all of that, but not Southern Belles. He actually liked women who were independent. That was part of the problem with Joss actually. She was a Southern Belle. When he wasn’t constantly there to tend to her. Whether in med school or fighting to save his father, she couldn’t be alone. That was why she’d taken up with Clay Treadwell. He was steady. He owned a horse in the Kentucky Derby, so when he was at work, Joss could be right there with him.
The shrapnel bit had bothered him on the standpoint of being a doctor and caring for Alyssa. He’d worried the engineer would hurt herself by treating it on her own. However, he did admire her guts for pulling it out and staying at her post when it seemed the Cydonia would shake apart.
Her responding so positively made him smile. Leo turned his head to kiss her palm. “An’ I’m always gonna love you too, Lyss.”
{ Fin - they need a new thread }
I’ve Got Ya || Lyss
#pikeschaoticmuses#Engines At Maximum Captain; Alyssa Frost#The Final Frontier; Star Trek#they need some chaos xD
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“Cheers!” she grinned when the beer flowed into his mouth. Sue doubted a spirit could actually get drunk, but it was more about the camaraderie. Commiserating with another soul. Learning how to help. Putting the pieces together.
“Could have been marked. Sometimes other spirits take others on. Add to the collection some have. Or someone could have sealed their fates in another way.”
Sue frowned as she thought another long moment, pulling the information together. “Actually, there may be more. Sometimes spirits attach in different ways. My grandfather, the spirit that led me to you, died almost three hundred miles away from me, yet he found me and stays with me. Something here brought you here. Maybe Epps. You saw the Dark One, I know you did. He could be tracking you to get to Epps. Maybe someone sicced it on Epps.” She shrugs. “Or it’s following me. Who the fuck knows.”
“I do know one thing. In the morning, I’ll pay Miss Epps a visit and see what I can find.”
"She won't be able to see me, will she?" Munder closed his eyes, ignoring the fact that he had been able to taste the beer for the first time since everything went down. Odd? Hell yeah. But he didn't know what to make of everything. There was no 'handbook' or anything to help guide him on his merry way through the afterlife. "I dunno, maybe me being there will help. I can tell you things that only I would have known that will help convince her." Though, she had mentioned she'd been talking to and seeing a little girl ghost.
That had to mean something.
Munder looked down at his palms and frowned. "Dunno why I wasn't marked and they were. We all died." He still hadn't figured out where or how Ferriman had gotten to Santos. Sure, the guy was a selfish asshole, but damned for all eternity seemed a little overkill.
Purgatory or Bust || Closed
#pikeschaoticmuses#Here's To The Fookin' Sea; Reid Munder#Salvaging Is What We Do; Ghost Ship#Seeing Is Believing; Sue
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