@deepinthedarkworld

Todd: You awake?

🌙 todd & amara

Amara: I mean , he was doing a good job until you revealed your dirty little thoughts about me . Since then I haven’t stopped thinking about you.

Amara: What do I smell like? cum and sweat?

Amara: You feel good

closed starter ›› @frvgcleternty ( amara )

        the  warm  weather  hardly  bothered  the  thai queen. rather, she quite appreciated the drier air in comparison to the humidity thailand could never shake. she walked arm in arm with the tsarina. there was a lightness to her steps, brought about mainly by the good weather and company but aided by the fact that none of her husband's worries about the security meeting had proven correct.   ❝ i belatedly realized i failed to ask after you and your marriage during our last conversation. ❞   she offered an apologetic smile. it was hardly fair. not when amara was there for her.   ❝ or would you prefer we abandon talk of men altogether this afternoon? ❞

starter for @amaraobi

location: the grape escape

Omar hated having to text Amara. The end of their engagement had hardly been the end of the two of them. He knew people spoke of divorce being difficult but getting back deposits from vendors was even more difficult than he had ever imagined. Had the two of them not fronted quite so much money, Omar would have just left it alone and taken the loss on his money. However, he couldn't do that just because he wanted too because she was also involved in all of this. Omar had been sitting outside the room when he saw Amara come out, probably after having the same conversation that he had with the woman in there. "Any luck?" He cleared his throat, barely looking up at her.

@frvgcleternty ( natasia & amara )

"Empress..." Natasia bowed her head upon entering the Tsarina's chambers. Duty bound to check up on her queen, she was calculated with each curtsey, each compliment, each appearance she would make before her. Favor from her would only keep those nasty rumors truths about her at bay. "I have brought something for you from Russia that I thought you might enjoy. It's tea from a special herb in the mountains, said to help with the stress." She stepped to the side, allowing the ladies maids to roll the cart in. "I do not want my empress to fall under the mental ailments from these events today."

@ladamedemartel liked the starter call // accepting

          amara had been alone for what she supposed was a small amount of time. time, a concept that was so strange, now that she was -actively- a part of it again. it was perhaps the reason why she could not estimate how long she already had been in this windowless room. a room that appeared to be somewhere underground {a new prison?}.

          besides, 'alone' was the wrong term. amara wasn't alone, there were still the whispers but they appeared to be far away. almost like they couldn't find her - for now. a shudder went down her spine at the thought that they will eventually catch up. that they'll find her, that they'll pester and hurt her again. but no matter where she would flee to, they will always find her eventually. they are drawn to her. she cannot escape her task. if only this state would finally end…

          amara snapped out of her endless thoughts when she heard a sound that was too close than to originate from the whispers. it echoed through the room, causing the brunette to withdraw as far as her chains allowed. the door of the room where she was held opened, and other than expected, a woman appeared.

          brown eyes flickered restlessly across the person, this time sure that she wasn't a ghost. ghosts don't use doors.

          "who are you?"

@vcndetta

Ballister had decided to take a walk, not having anything to do at the time. He enjoyed getting the fresh air, and had lost track of time. Realizing he'd been walking for a while he decided to sit down for a moment. Someone was sitting on the closest bench to him, so he walked up to them, smiling. "Hello, is it possible for me to sit here with you for a bit? I won't be a bother."

@halofcrged --- wanted a ttpd starter

“ Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man. ”

i love Turnabout Revolution but it is a convoluted mess. i still barely understand what the fuck happened

closed starter for @tcmpestas

location: chambers of amara windsor

Elisabet stood just to the side of Amara's bed, the tiny princess in her arms. Despite leaving her previous position, Elisabet still loved children, and especially loved holding babies. Tiny and sleeping, the baby sat quietly in her arms as she walked and gently rocked her.

"Oh, Amara...she is beautiful," Elisabet breathed, gently touching the infant's cheek. She looked up at her friend, her eyes sparkling with pride. "You did so well." The tears that threatened to fall finally did, and Elisabet quickly placed the baby in her cradle.

She sat down next to the bed, reaching over and taking Amara's hand. She felt entirely selfish to have been worried so much for Amara's health during the birth, along with the baby's, but she couldn't help it. She cared so much for the princess, in many aspects, and her heart ached with every scream of pain and cry of worry from the nurses and doctor. Elisabet squeezed gently, swallowing hard. "I was so worried for you," she finally said, her voice thick. "I almost cried with relief when they said you were sleeping."

"You think we'll have any luck with Martin's wife?" Amara had a feeling they'd strike out. Sure, she could fill them in on his whereabouts before he had disappeared - but how much help could that be in finding out who had done this? Retracting his steps might be their next best step - taking a look in his office, seeing if they could find any clues. "It's crazy, that he was targeted. Martin...he was the sweetest out of all of us, wasn't he? A big teddy bear with a gun." // @memxntovivere

@deepinthedarkworld

The original plan was to go back to Amara's right away after he talked to Charlotte but when he got in his car there was so much weighing on him, he ended up going to grab a drink. He felt guilty. Guilty for hurting Charlotte even if it wasn't intentional. Guilty for complicating things for Amara. Wondering how she would feel when he told her what had happened. That one drink ended up being more and while he wasn't out of it, it was enough to have an effect. Todd decided to walk back to her place, hoping it would sober him up enough. His knocks were quiet, the later hour than he ever meant it to be.

for @murderdeals, from here. ♡

❝ you know better than most that i am no saviour. ❞

unlike her brother in his hubris and his ego, amara never had the need to lie and manipulate. honesty is the only way she knows to communicate. she tilts her head upwards at him, her hand reaching to cup his cheek. her touch, unlike her brother's, is cold. the touch of death, the touch of nothingness. whereas her brother's touch would feel warm like the sun, amara's is pure ice. he knows that, already, though, having carried the burden of her nothingness for so long. she feels towards him as she does towards dean, and lucifer. they know one another, even if they have never directly spoken. she brushes her fingers over his skin, enjoying the feeling of his beard against her palm. all of these things are new to her. sensations she... enjoys.

❝ what else would you call the act of consuming all there is? ❞ she smiled, her dark eyes gleaming. ❝ i was god, before god existed. what else would you call the one thing god fears? but it fascinates me, the hold he has on his creations. what he has done, in the time i was imprisoned. and you. you want execution, don't you, cain? you want me to consume you. why? ❞ she is curious. she can't truly understand it, even if she knows his reasons. she wants to know, to understand the human condition. even if he hasn't been human for eons, he was born human. he came from that condition, and to a primordial entity like her, who had tried so hard to stop creation from happening... she feels like a child, learning everything that she can.

so she looks at him with the curiosity of a child, as she strokes her fingers through his hair. she can't help but touch him, a part of her, that scar on her shoulder, seeming to miss the connection they once shared. it seems that bodies longed to touch one another. she wonders if that, too, had been an intentional thing her brother did.

District Six || Immediately after the 75th Reaping || with Amara Silverhorn @mxllitiam

When she looked back over the years it was easy to see that her views of Reaping days were varied and conflicting. As a child they had almost been something to look forward to - a chance for the family to put on their best clothes and take pride in the Panem that her parents lauded. Innocence had shielded her eyes from the truth of what the day she loved so much really was and so for years her only memories of it were fond. All that stuck in her mind was how proud her father had looked, the excitement of getting to put on her best dress, giggles shared with her siblings, the way her mother had smoothed an affectionate hand over her hair as she'd told her how she looked perfect. But the days when she was old enough to be reaped had been ones met with nerves and anxiety that couldn't be soothed even by her parents reassurance that her name would be lost in the sea of others. As her heart had felt like it was going to beat of her chest she'd been forced to realise that Reapings were not as benign as she'd once thought.

By the time she was old enough to no longer be at risk, the naivety that had been so indulged in her had all but faded away. Doe eyes might have still chosen to look upon the world with optimism but even she couldn't see any silver linings to the Games that she was supposed to love. The only way she'd been able to look upon Reapings in recent years was with sorrow and horror but none of them had been more horrifying than her own sister's name being pulled. Their family had been so untouched by the Games she had almost thought she'd misheard. But as Amara had walked onto the stage she thought that somehow it must have been a nightmare. There was no way that this could be her reality when she couldn't imagine having to watch Amara go through a Games, let alone a life without her sister in it.

Tears had flown freely since the Reaping, thoughts racing too much to think to calm herself as her mother's chiding words about causing a scene fell on deaf ears. The crying had only stopped as she waited outside the room where her sister was for her allotted time, using the wait to pull herself together. She knew well enough that if she went in with tears running down her face Amara would focus on her when she really needed to be focusing on herself. For once Esme wanted to be the solid one, the sister that could be leant on. Finally, it was her turn and she entered the room hesitantly, a nervous glance sent towards the guard that let her in before she focused on her sister. "I'm so sorry, Amara, I don't -" She stops herself before she begins to draw focus to her own disbelief, small shake of her head is given before she takes a few steps forward and extends a hand towards her sister. "How are you? Can I do anything for you?"

character: Amara Obi @amaraobi​

location: Snowdrop Soiree

Her eyes scanned the area to try and find Elliot but she figured this was more of a work event for him more than anything else. She decided to look at the information they had about the charity they had set up. Her eyes looked over it intently, seeing that statistics that were being shown in glossy images. Thea was skimming the goals for the next year when she felt like someone was behind her. Looking to confirm if she was correct, she saw another woman, giving a smile she moved over. “Sorry if I was in your way of reading.” She scooted to the side so that the woman could stand next to her if she wanted. “Just felt like learning a bit more about the whole reason why we’re all here, seems like the thing to do right?”

@frvgcleternty ( Natasia & Amara )

"Your majesty," Natasia's feigned sense of humility was up to interpretation when it came to the one who wore the crown in Russia. Some might say that reality TV stars are more famous than monarchs, but then again, it all depended on who was asked. "Or is that what an old friend is allowed to call you?"