taking a moment to let his gaze linger on the sea, brad doesn't answer. not something one sees often as he surrenders himself to thought. for a moment, his gaze is as tumultuous as the waves themselves. at times, it seems he might even see something beyond the deep pool of blue — far beneath the shifting tides. eventually, he meets brant's gaze again, except this time, it's none lacking in clarity. no, it's clear and strong, none too different than the keel of a ship. ❛ wish i could say this is my first time, but it ain't. didn't pop my cherry this time, cap. your loss. ❜
❛ hard jobs are the thankless ones. it's why i haven't worked a day in my life. ❜ aside from documenting his adventures. ( he barely considers that work at all. ) with a neat laugh, his gaze sweeps brant once more. it lingers on his hat, more than anything. ❛ if you're looking for a hand, then mine are free. been looking for a way to pass the time, anyhow. ❜ something to help him chart his next course. ah, he wonders, could this lead to something new? something exciting beyond his dreams.
stepping back fluidly, he offers a courtly bow that lacks some of its poise because of the grin that takes his lips. it hangs there more naturally than the sun in the sky. his voice flows like liquid — his next words are unthinking, instinctive. ❛ if, and i know i can be quite intimidating, you're willing to invite me aboard, captain? ❜ part of him just wants to hear it again. ❛ i'd be honored. ❜
A showboat, then, though Brant has neither the room nor desire to complain. Confidence is a fashionable trait to those with the skill to back it up, and he could hardly accuse his new acquaintance of lacking base for it. As such, he's happy to extend his hand in return, easygoing but firm in shaking Brad's hand.
"Haha! Captain Brant, at your service." Releasing the offered hand, he follows up with a quick tip of the hat. "Always happy to put on a joint performance, as it were. I'm conversely very used to fighting alongside my Troupe, but it's not all that often we get to see a new face that's on our side."
Indeed, meetings with the powerful often tend towards the adversarial when it comes to Brant and his merry band of accomplices. There are always exceptions to the rule, but he really can't remember the last time he'd gained an unexpected ally like this—save, of course, for when he seeks them out himself to join his crew.
"The law really ought to thank us with how often we've been left to deal with the messes they turn a blind eye to on the high seas, but, alas. We're no better than pirates ourselves, from the perspective of those in power." He heaves a performative sigh, though the soft shake of his head and amused smile give his dramatics away. "If it weren't for that, I'd have half a mind to ask you to join us in dealing with the problem for a little while. What with your self-proclaimed isolation, and all."
For something that's almost an earnest invitation, it's not particularly subtle. But Brant rarely ever aims for subtle, anyway.
threats are the dullest of blades to martin. each syllable, each note, no more unique than the last. some were clever——some were foolish but he sees more than such things. in the grand symphony of countless universes, he sees them as a single note. what could once dazzle &. amaze does nothing for him. the faintest hint of hunger taunts his sense of interest, but it doesn't rise. only the dull ... empty feeling lingers in its stead. what's a monster to a beast? what's living another day to dying tomorrow? striking her down now ... that's the best pity he'll be able to provide.
he peers at her with features slack in contemplation. dispatching her before returning to fillory——to his rightful kingdom——that's the right choice. it's logical. it's reasonable. turning this pitiful rock to a sea of molten ash and dust would've been no small part compassion. boring on the surface, yet monsters lurk, yet monsters hide. rather strange ... so much more different than other worlds. at first, it intrigues him. beast that don the skin of mere man but they're far too human. far too full of love, compassion, and hate to even be compared to a real monster ... a real beast. he sees it. he smells it. vulnerability clad it biting words. wit in place of sincerity.
hands fold themselves behind his back after straightening fitted suit. he steps closer——his gait light yet empty. it's a dance. a two step meant for one that brings him closer, closer to her. steps carry him towards the tangles of contradiction she holds, to the life she clings to yet resents. does she feel pain with every breath? does she feel pain from being alive? how cruel, the world can be. how wicked his smile must seem, polite yet cruel. through his gaze, he sees a terrarium. a world of glass, broken and shattered. the gods have long since abandoned it to rot and fade away. to vanish with a stifled scream.
"does it ... ever get tiring to pretend to be so strong?" a pause for a laugh, detached like a heavy note. "don't get me wrong, you've got it down pat, dear girl. fooling yourself, well, that's the real magic, isn't it?"
[ .⠀.⠀. ] ❛ I did warn you not to trust me. ❜ , @amcssing (martin chatwin) said.
His words stung, more than she liked to admit — each syllable was a spiked jab, directly aimed at the wall of solidarity and calculated distance she'd built around her very being, the very wall he had somehow, impossibly, already managed to breach.
Sayuri wasn't one to trust easily. Life had taught her that vulnerability was a liability, a weakness to be exploited, and her every interaction was usually marked with the safe distance she maintained. Martin, however, had managed to instill the slightest sliver of hope within her for a powerful alliance that defied the odds — a hope that was now being declared foolish, stupid, an utter embarrassment.
A wave of heat flared up within the ghoula, a mixture of shame, raw fury, and the creeping realization that slowly settled into her consciousness, heavy and consuming. For once, she had allowed herself a hint of belief, and he had taken that vulnerability and twisted it into a weapon. The intensity of her emotions was enough to make her clench her fists at her sides, her knuckles bone-white beneath taut skin — her expressions, however, masked her irritation with feigned amusement. A smirk, sharp and brittle, crept onto her lips that didn't quite reach her eyes, her pride forcing her to maintain composure, to not grant him the satisfaction of seeing the boiling turmoil his words had caused within. Fine. If this was how he wanted to play it, she would play along.
❛ Noted, ❜ she brought out, the sound somewhat strained as it passed through her gritted teeth. ❛ Now, ❜ she continued, her smirk hardening into a predatory curve, a dangerous glint finally flickering in her eyes, ❛ let’s see how much you enjoy having me as your enemy. ❜
random dialogue prompts , accepting !
Thor Ragnarok (2017)
@giftober 2024 + @mcuchallenge | Day 8/31: Home
anyways, little inbox call so i can at least say i did more than a few things today. it'll either be from your meme tag or smth a lil pre est off top.
im gonna be fixing up tags, moving info for old ocs and touching up my carrd then i think the voices telling me i can't rest yet will stop. then, maybe some actual writing since i slept good
mixed bag of sentence starters with a side of silly. likely taken from twitch streams / messages.
❛ what have you had for dinner today? ❜
❛ what does that do? ❜
❛ you promised me. ❜
❛ i haven't been here for a while, i have some questions. ❜
❛ i did mess up. ❜
❛ it was a setup. ❜
❛ i would have had no mercy. ❜
❛ is it good? ❜
❛ you're like a month early. ❜
❛ that's an odd take. ❜
❛ so mean. ❜
❛ worth a shot. ❜
❛ we are out of lobsters. ❜
❛ it will never happen. ❜
❛ thank you for everything you do. ❜
❛ what are the options? ❜
❛ don't know about that one, chief. ❜
❛ i agree with that. it's a good idea! ❜
❛ that is really unfortunate. ❜
❛ i don't remember, sorry. ❜
❛ i don't know about this. ❜
❛ that was honestly not bad at all. ❜
❛ if it works, why is it bad? ❜
❛ you said what you said, no take backs. ❜
❛ i think it's time to let go. ❜
❛ that could have been really good. ❜
❛ i swear i heard it. ❜
❛ i'll give the people what they want. ❜
❛ blood for the blood god! ❜
❛ great catch! ❜
❛ it's always this way now. ❜
❛ it's not as good as people say it is. ❜
❛ oh dear god, that sounds horrifying. ❜
❛ that hair cut is beautiful! ❜
❛ any words of wisdom? ❜
❛ you look great today. ❜
❛ if it takes you that long for a response, the answer is no. ❜
❛ you can't take it seriously. ❜
❛ how was your experience? ❜
❛ how's life, you beautiful bastard? ❜
❛ what's a movie that stuck with you? ❜
❛ with great power comes great responsibility. ❜
❛ friendship is magic. ❜
❛ i could've saved more. ❜
❛ corny or not, that is a very profound. ❜
❛ get out of here. ❜
❛ it's not all on you, you can only do what one person can. ❜
❛ we all need to do what we can. ❜
❛ the world's burdens aren't yours to bear alone. ❜
❛ you're so appreciated. ❜
❛ i think you've done a fine job. ❜
❛ i'm sorry, what the fuck is going on? ❜
❛ what a strange experience. ❜
❛ how lucky are you? ❜
❛ are you drunk? ❜
❛ part of recovery is understanding there's going to be real absence. ❜
❛ little progress is still way better than no progress. ❜
❛ this is going to go down as the fucking worst time ever. ❜
❛ i feel your pain. ❜
❛ can i get a cookie? i'm hungry. ❜
❛ that made me cackle. ❜
❛ well, hello there cutie! ❜
❛ you got this. ❜
❛ you better rest up today and treat yourself. ❜
❛ i was not aware of that. ❜
❛ well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions. ❜
❛ this part of life is hideous. ❜
❛ it's only been five minutes. ❜
❛ i have no clue, i'm sorry, i was being silly. ❜
❛ thank you for guiding me through my toughest days. ❜
❛ get well soon, we need you. ❜
❛ i hope the best for you. ❜
❛ why are you running? ❜
❛ this is the best thing ever. ❜
❛ what am i watching? ❜
❛ what a clown show. ❜
❛ you are great. ❜