Tiaras And Wolves|Queen Tala AU|Open

ranichandrasja:

He continued following the Queen at his own pace as he kept a lookout.  He finally let himself relax a smidgen as they made it to her flat.

She crouches briefly, swiping up something from behind a statue, standing and unlocking the front door with ease, nudging it open and moving inside, automatically turning a little to make sure her companion was still following.

He looked around in awe of her house.  “So this is what the future holds.”  He walked around as he looked at the furniture and came across a television set.  “What is this?”

She glances over at the TV, and giggles. “It’s called a TV….it’s….essentially moving pictures with sound.”

poptartsandparlortricks:

redleatherhood:

poptartsandparlortricks:

  “That’s what I like to hear!” Marlo offered a bright grin and rubbed his hands together, odd eyes skimming over the young woman, casually scanning for valuables he could nab whilst she was distracted. “How about a card trick?”

"Sounds good to me~" She replies, smiling. Out of habit, her hand drifted in the direction of the sword at her hip when his eyes scanned over her, though she doesn’t do much more then let it breeze past for now.

 Was that a— It totally was. A freakin’ sword. His eyebrows rose briefly but his surprise was swiftly smoothed over. Could be worth something he figured, though the defensive movement of her hand notified him that she probably knew how to use that thing. He would have to be careful.
 ”Alrighty then. First we need a deck—” Abruptly, Marlo clapped his hands together. There was a brief flash of pale blue light between his palms and he parted them to reveal cards just sitting there as if they had always been present. “— And then we need to shuffle those cards.”
 He did just as he said, expertly mixing the deck until it was impossible to tell the order even if he had memorised it prior. That done, he spread them in a circular shape around his hand and held it out.
 ”Pick one. Don’t show me, though. Remember it.”

She blinks a little at the flash of light, but smiles, mildly impressed when she sees the deck. She watches him shuffle them quietly, waiting until instructed to select one, glancing at it to memorize it without letting him see it.

Tiaras And Wolves|Queen Tala AU|Open

ranichandrasja:

He followed her and kept lookout at the same time in case anyone decided to spy on or follow them.

She gives a quick sniff of the air without making it obvious as they approach, finding that there’s no unknown or suspicious scents in the air. As a result, she relaxes slightly, speeding up to a slight jog up the stairs to the front door.

He continued following the Queen at his own pace as he kept a lookout.  He finally let himself relax a smidgen as they made it to her flat.

She crouches briefly, swiping up something from behind a statue, standing and unlocking the front door with ease, nudging it open and moving inside, automatically turning a little to make sure her companion was still following.

poptartsandparlortricks:

redleatherhood:

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"More then enough time for some magic~" Unless it involved mirrors. That ind of magic trick would only end in panic.

  “That’s what I like to hear!” Marlo offered a bright grin and rubbed his hands together, odd eyes skimming over the young woman, casually scanning for valuables he could nab whilst she was distracted. “How about a card trick?”

"Sounds good to me~" She replies, smiling. Out of habit, her hand drifted in the direction of the sword at her hip when his eyes scanned over her, though she doesn’t do much more then let it breeze past for now.

Tiaras And Wolves|Queen Tala AU|Open

ranichandrasja:

Tala stretches a little, glancing around to gauge where they had ended up to see if the area is familiar. The scent in the air is, in a way-more familiar then the air she was breathing back at the castle,at least.

"Where do you want to go to first?" he asked.

She jolts a little at the question, but grins, moving forward. “Follow me.” They’d ended up close to her childhood home-the one that she still technically owned, thanks to her ‘Aunt’ making sure that everything was set up if she ever needed to get out.

He followed her and kept lookout at the same time in case anyone decided to spy on or follow them.

She gives a quick sniff of the air without making it obvious as they approach, finding that there’s no unknown or suspicious scents in the air. As a result, she relaxes slightly, speeding up to a slight jog up the stairs to the front door.

Sorry I’m not active on here much….Tala’s being really quiet latey on me. /sigh

Tiaras And Wolves|Queen Tala AU|Open

ranichandrasja:

Once they had finished walking through the portal he made sure that it closed so that no one else could use it to try and find them before they were ready to defeat the king.

Tala stretches a little, glancing around to gauge where they had ended up to see if the area is familiar. The scent in the air is, in a way-more familiar then the air she was breathing back at the castle,at least.

"Where do you want to go to first?" he asked.

She jolts a little at the question, but grins, moving forward. “Follow me.” They’d ended up close to her childhood home-the one that she still technically owned, thanks to her ‘Aunt’ making sure that everything was set up if she ever needed to get out.

redleatherhood asked: ☤ [[Because I miss Tala. And I'm preparing to wake her the hell up already]]

ask-me-why-ive-changed-this-url:

redleatherhood:

pies-and-lies-archive:

My character has been committed to an asylum. Send me ☤ for their reaction to yours visiting them.

tap. tap. tap… went Dean’s knuckles against the wall. he was agitated, angry, desperate - he had to get out somehow. 

retreating a few steps, he turned around slowly, trying to discover a chink in the armour, a weak spot. nothing. 

where were his friends when he needed them? had they all left him to die in here? 

his anger bubbled, and overflowed, and the hunter threw his small, slanting bedside table across the room with a scream. it slammed against the wall, the already-decrepit legs breaking like twigs from the sheer force of Dean’s throw. the hunter took a few deep breaths before turning on his feet, realising he wasn’t alone. the sight surprised him - Tala, of all people.

they had been working a case together when Dean was caught. forcing Tala to run, he took the fall for her, blaming all their activities as his own doing. right now, he didn’t know how to feel at seeing his female companion standing at the door. 

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moments of unbearable silence passed, and Dean swallowed the huge lump in his throat. did she still care for him? it had been months since he was admitted into the asylum, and she hadn’t visited him. the hunter had spent months overcome with a feeling of betrayal.

"hey," he finally croaked, sounding strangely casual about the whole situation.

Tala flinches the slightest bit, but remains quiet.

She knows it’s partially her fault-knows it. But she doesn’t know how to prove it to him yet.

Dean fidgeted, all too aware of the silence that was growing between. this was all wrong. usually he revelled in the moments where, clearly, nothing needed to be said because they knew each other well. Tala and Dean. Dean and Tala.

when did that comfort cease to exist?

Dean stood up, running a hand through his hair before turning to her.

"well, you should leave. s’gettin’ late."

Tala bites her lip to keep from frowning, glancing in the direction of the door for a split second before she moves-further into the room. 

"…I don’t want to leave yet,Dean." Her voice is soft, and she feels like she’s almost begging him to let her stay and just be there with him, or to let her try to figure out a way to break him out so they could run and he could be safe and out of this place-she almost feared it was going to drive him mad.

poptartsandparlortricks:

redleatherhood started following you.

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"Not in any hurry are ya, darlin’? It’s a nice evening for a little magic~"

"More then enough time for some magic~" Unless it involved mirrors. That ind of magic trick would only end in panic.

The King Is Dead…Long Live The Queen.

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