direwaif asked: ■ [I've got to admit I'm really curious to how a meeting between them would go down]
■ Our muses to meet
Ahahaha~ Idek how this would happen tbh. I still need to perfect my GOT verse. But, it’s likely that they’d get along I’m sure. Considering both have been through a lot.
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■ Our muses to meet □ Our muses to be enemies ▥ Our muses to be friends ▤ Our muses to be best friends ▨ Our muses to be childhood sweethearts ▩ Our muses to be family (or like family) ▦ Our muses to be a couple △ To crack rp ▷ To serious rp ▽ To plot something- anything!
There’s very little to actually do, now that the curse had been broken. Before, she’d at least had the luxury of paperwork to keep her time occupied, and a son to keep her on her toes. Now, she had no paperwork, and she had no son. She had an empty house, but there was only so much one could do on their own, stuck behind walls because those outside them wanted her dead — or worse. At least they were still afraid of her. Intimidation had always worked in her favour, a means to keep the mindless idiots away and her sanity in tact. On the rare occasion she’ll go out, there’s very few places to actually go. The only reason she chooses the Diner, is because there’s a slim chance she might see her son.
Apparently, that chance would not present itself today.
Still, her appearance in the Diner had amused her, the stiffening of backs and the newfound tension in the air — she may be trying to change but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the fear her ‘loyal’ subjects adopted. How — cute. Her reverie broken by the words of a girl, Regina’s head turns to meet the strangers gaze with her own, and her brow raises as a soft smirk curves her lips.
“Pity it didn’t. I’ll have to try harder next time.”
—-And she laughs. Rose liked this woman already. All the attitude she prided in herself seemed to be mutual in this new addition to the diner. It seemed everyone knew it, considering she couldn’t cut the tension with a knife. Not to mention that all eyes moved to stare at the woman with what looked like nervous exhaustion. Her curiosity had been piqued.
’ I would stay to see that happen. ’
—-She mused with a sip of her coffee and a gentle flip of blonde locks. Two women who commanded attention just with their presence. Of course to her she seemed to be way above her in all but bravado. Though, the smell of her blood made her a little uneasy. It was almost unnatural.
——- Warmongering wraith, she is a predator; a stoic marionette of humanistic origin who witnesses life through various shades of red. Tongue to gluttonous teeth as she slips among the wet, decrepit foliage of this place. Forks. A realm so green and bare that she could have sworn she had been thrust back to days of old. When Kingdoms had been separated justly by insurmountable leagues and the greed-laced sins of hedonistic kings. When royalty and courtly culture had been her game of choice, this supernatural wraith that slips further still. Slinking forth only until the sudden scent of other catches her focus. At which point she stops & reassess. Stoic demeanor run through with a scarlet smile and kindness.
” Is someone there? “
—-She was her own queen, you see. A spitfire goddess in human flesh and heels. Attitude cautious, yet not without a hint of annoyance. This woman was in their territory, and the last time one had come so close to them they threatened her family. So, caution was a given, with hands upon her hips and venom dripping from her tongue. When she spoke she spoke with all the ferocity she could muster.
’ I should be asking you that—- Why are you here? ’
I thought you should know…. That I’m making your icons and half the time I’m like… Joe~ What in the hell are you wearing? And the other half I’m drooling.
☢T.D.— Tyler watched the porcelain frame smoke that killing cigarette. A small smirk on that visage of his as she spoke those words.
“Tyler Durden.” Being called a rescuer made him feel needed at least for once.
—-The burn in her lungs almost felt like freedom. It made her feel alive, considering pain always meant you were still pumping blood through your system. Which in her case right now was a blessing. And even though her legs were freezing and that tiny little pea coat was doing nothing to warm her up, she thought she could just sit there for an hour. As long as he was nearby, at least. Otherwise she probably would have pushed through the numbness in her body and booked it to her apartment down the road.
’ Well, Tyler. You cannot imagine how grateful I am to have met you. ’
—-And she laughs then. Perhaps slightly forced, but a laugh no less. For he hardly seemed the type of guy that anyone would grateful in meeting, what with his bruised and bloodied hands and a bravado that spoke of something darker than what was on the surface. Nonetheless, she shined a nonchalant smile for him as she corrupted her lungs with the nicotine.
Dean replies, a huff of air escaping his nose in an undignified snort. She makes one of her own and suddenly he doesn’t feel quite as bad for it anymore.
Until he gets a good look at her eyes; unnaturally amber in color. The woman brushes pass him and the hunter knows he needs to follow.
”— Hey.”
He turns, hands up with palms flat. He isn’t as drunk as he smells like but there’s a decent buzz in his veins.
“I completely recommend the bellini here. Thought it was going to be crap but— Bellinis have changed my outlook on life.”
—-And she turns to him then, despite the fact she knew she should have just kept walking, but his tone of voice spoke to her on an odd level and it was hard for her to stop herself. He’s staring, almost as if he was analyzing her, a fact she wasn’t all that comfortable with. Ever since she’d been changed she’d been careful. Calm and collected. Rose would not act suspicious of course. It would set off his alarm.
’ I’ll take your recommendation into consideration. But, I’m more of a martini girl. ’
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direwaif asked: ■ [I've got to admit I'm really curious to how a meeting between them would go down]
