Text 15 Sep 14 notes

anyilherron said: "A gal like you should wear a warning."

errarehumxnumest:

anyilherron:

errarehumxnumest:

[ sexy starters ]

"I have to admit— that’s not the first time someone said that."

 

"I tend to get more focused than not; it’s harder to get carried away there. But you kept me off my game, got me feeling instead of thinking - that takes a lot."

"—Heh, well… I’ve been told before how I’m a bad influence, yep.”

Anyil chuckled. “Well, you can be a bad influence on me again, if you please.”

Text 15 Sep 12 notes

agentjjkelly said: [text] i just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled “dibs!”…

agentjjkelly:

anyilherron:

agentjjkelly:

anyilherron:

anyilherron:

[text] Sounds like a creeper. Need an intimidating friend?

[text] Come on over, then; I’ve got a couch and alcohol, what more do we need?

[text]I’m blowing this popsicle stand. Be over in a few.

[text] Company is good, ring me when you get here.

[text] Outside your apartment. 

She waited for Anyil to let her in.

Anyil opened the door and pulled her friend into a hug. “C’mon in, hon; I’ve got the beer and munchies all set up. And I promise the company is better.”

Text 15 Sep 55 notes Open: one night only!

shieldlibrarian:

anyilherron:

shieldlibrarian:

anyilherron:

Anyil came back quickly, having made the briefest of calls - Hill hadn’t picked up, but that was reasonable, she hadn’t used the emergency line for this call. She had grabbed blankets and pillows, handing a set to Oriole and setting one down next to the couch. “Glad I keep the floor clean,” she smiled gently, letting Oriole share in the joke. “I’m gonna bunk up here - bed’s a bit cluttered and all, here’ll be more comfortable probably, anyways.” She also pulled out a small chocolate bar and offered it to George. “I hope he likes chocolate…”

George reached out with a tendril and delicately lifted the chocolate from Anyil’s palm. He absorbed it, then raised a giant thumbs up. Oriole, already half asleep, shoved a pillow under her head and, said, “You don’t have to. ‘m okay.”

Anyil chuckled at George’s antics, then raised a wry eyebrow at Oriole. “I didn’t see you for a year, and you’ve apparently been trekking across the universe. Universes. Whatever.” She shook her head. “May not be much I can do if the portals show up or whatever, but I am not letting you out of my sight until I have to.”

Text 15 Sep 16 notes

anyilherron said: "If you don't rest, you won't heal."

shielddeputydirector:

anyilherron:

shielddeputydirector:

"So everyone says. But it’s just an ankle. I have another one, you know."

 

Anyil’s smirk widened a tad, as she nodded. “You’re welcome. For the parts you appreciated as well as the parts you didn’t.” Her smile became a tad more understanding. “My check-ins will tend to involve either brownies or alcohol, ma’am. Small comfort, but there you go.”

Maria’s face brightened considerably at the mention of brownies.

"Anyil, if I were into girls, and not your boss, I’d make a very indecent proposal right now."

Anyil laughed. “I’ll take that as a compliment, ma’am. And though you are one of the most recalcitrant soldiers I’ve met about being on the mend, you are certainly not the first one. I’ll be back with the brownies and fresh wrappings after my shift is over.”

Text 15 Sep 6 notes

anyilherron said: 'Wake up!'

agentjjkelly:

anyilherron:

agentjjkelly:

[Your character walks in on mine having a violent flashback and is forced to pin them down for both of their safety. Send me, ‘wake up’ for my character’s reaction/coming to with yours still on top of them.]

She could feel his hands pinning her down and she tried to fight back, she did…but his hot greasy breath in her ear threatened to take the fight out of her. “Nothing….you’re nothing without me! How dare you try and get away?” He hissed and tighten the hand holding hers to the floor, the other pulling out a small thin knife.

JJ tensed as the blade was drawn over and over again-the deeper it went-the more she whimpered.

Up…wake up!”  

She struggled harder-had to get away…not again. Her friends had risked too much for him to do this again…thrashing about, desperate to dislodge the canker of a man holding her to the floor.

"…Wake up!”  She new that voice-it wasn’t his, but Anyil’s-coming from somewhere close. “No.” She moaned. Run…Anyil needed to get out of there. And then screamed as he wheeled around to sink the blade through her friend. She woke herself up with that scream and froze wide-eyed, a sob escaping her lips when she saw the woman still atop her, holding her down.

"We’re alone," she confirmed. "I’m sorry I jumped on you, hon, you were thrashing around…" She reached out a comforting hand, offering touch but not forcing it on her wary friend. "It’s just the two of us and the kittens, no one else is in here, turtle’s in its cage. It’s safe here, hon. I’ve got you."

She relaxed a bit more into Anyil and a sob shook her. “…thought he killed you this time,” she croaked. The imagery was just too vivid to shake.

"Sorry."

Her friend’s warm hand and the loosened embrace did help ground the disoriented woman…though she did jump as one of the cats landed on the floor.

Anyil kept herself from hissing at the cat; what Jenn needed now was calm. “I’m fine, hon, no-one got me, I’m here with you.” She kept herself calm and steady; she knew all too well how to deal with this sort of thing, and for a moment she half-expected the woman next to her to call her Herron. She shook it off; the present was where they both needed to be. “Look, when you’ve calmed down a bit, how about something to drink? Tea?”

Text 12 Sep 43 notes

therapardalis:

anyilherron:

pantheraj:

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Ma’am!" Thera snapped to as well, ripping off a perfect salute. "Yes, Ma’am!

She bounded into the driver’s seat, re-arranging her scarf across her face - partly to hide her widening grin. Watching Anyil slice her way through the unsuspecting guard post was going to be a high point of the trip.

Starting up, she kept the truck to the middle of the road, with an air that maybe, just maybe, they owned it. “I’m just going to wish I had popcorn, OK?”

"Grab some jerky," she responded dryly, shading her eyes as some shouting figures came into sight. She smirked internally, but instead leapt out of the truck as it came to a halt and barked some words in Arabic. "من هو رئيسك؟ خذني لهم، والآن!

"Hey," The dust cloud from the wheels settled behind them as they drew up by the outpost, "it’s salty, it’s crunchy, what’s the difference?"

But then the time for kidding around was done - though perhaps not time for amusement, as the straggly-uniformed men moving toward them pulled up in their tracks at the small-but-ferocious female suddenly snapping in their faces. Hell, that tone would make her jump, too!

She climbed out of the truck and strolled around the front of it, making sure to keep her face covered and a gun casually in sight as she joined her ‘commander’ on the ground.

Two of the men looked automatically to the third, unwittingly giving away their respective rank; he shuffled, trying to puff himself up. “أنا هنا في القيادة. ما هو عليه تريد؟

She looked at him as if unimpressed; his uniform was creased and dusty, and he wilted under her gaze. “أنا كيل هيرون مع فرقة العمل محاربة أمراء الحرب. أنا تتطلب الوصول الفوري إلى معدات الاتصال الخاصة بك.,” she replied coldly. He made as if to object, but a further glare silenced him, and he grudgingly beckoned towards the outpost. Anyil followed, gesturing for Thera to keep an eye out.

Text 12 Sep 18 notes

anyilherron said: "Just leave me behind," she panted, wincing at the ice running through her leg.

agentjjkelly:

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Well-that certainly wasn’t an option… “Just grab on…” She said exasperatedly slipping an arm around the woman to help her get to cover easier.

Anyil growled in exasperation and flung herself against the concrete wall - regretting it a moment later, given the hardness of the material, but not letting herself make a sound out of pride. She counted to ten in her head - first in English, then French, then Basque - to try and cool her temper, but nothing she did worked. As much as she hated to admit it, Jenn was in her mind still classes as a civilian in a war zone, and every ounce of training and instinct screamed that she must be protected. After a moment,s he managed to ask in a somewhat civil tone, “I’ve heard your self-diagnosis, what do the medics say?”

JJ could feel the anger broiling off of her friend and so scooted a little away from her automatically.  She sniffed and swatted the medic’s hand away, then wiped angry tears away with the back of a dirty hand. She honestly didn’t understand Anyil’s venom and it stung more than her current injuries.
"The medics, ma’am…," the man said curtly. "Say that there’s a possibility of a concussion, but it’s difficult to confirm right now. As soon as they come back up with gurneys, we’ll move you two down into the med bay."
He shone the penlight in the redhead’s eyes again, not satisfied with his first look. “Were there any others in your party?” 

Anyil nodded. “Possible concussion, got it.” She relaxed at the news - Only possible concussion means not likely anything worse. “Alright. I’ll walk down to med, my leg is fine by now.” Still a little sore, but not too bad. “And no, it was just us. Almost just her, but she managed to pull some hero shit out of her ass to get me back.” This time she gave a small smile to Jenn, showing it was joshing, and she wasn’t actually mad.

Text 11 Sep 55 notes Open: one night only!

shieldlibrarian:

anyilherron:

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Anyil’s voice was a little choked as she replied. “You’re home. You’re allowed.” She shifted herself up onto the couch to embrace her friend, and let herself weep a little in relief for a comrade returned home from the field.

Oriole cried, at first in confusion and then in relief. “I don’t want to go,” she said into Anyil’s shoulder once she could speak again. “I want to stay here.”

Anyil nodded into her shoulder, holding Oriole tightly. “I’ll do my best to make sure it happens,” she vowed quietly. “I’ll get the whole damn science department on it. You’re not gonna go anywhere if I can help it.” She pulled back a little, furtively wiping her face as she did. “I’m gonna call Hill, get her informed on this. You just rest here, OK? I won’t go anywhere, I promise.”

"Okay," Oriole said. She slid back from Anyil to let her go to the phone. "I don’t think I’m going anywhere either." George puddled on her chest, creating a familiar weight that had come to mean home.

Anyil came back quickly, having made the briefest of calls - Hill hadn’t picked up, but that was reasonable, she hadn’t used the emergency line for this call. She had grabbed blankets and pillows, handing a set to Oriole and setting one down next to the couch. “Glad I keep the floor clean,” she smiled gently, letting Oriole share in the joke. “I’m gonna bunk up here - bed’s a bit cluttered and all, here’ll be more comfortable probably, anyways.” She also pulled out a small chocolate bar and offered it to George. “I hope he likes chocolate…”

Text 11 Sep 12 notes

agentjjkelly said: [text] i just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled “dibs!”…

agentjjkelly:

anyilherron:

agentjjkelly:

anyilherron:

[text] Sounds like a creeper. Need an intimidating friend?

[text] OH! A beer w/you sounds so much better than dealing with this. I see roving eyes and I don’t really want to deal with that rt now.

[text] Come on over, then; I’ve got a couch and alcohol, what more do we need?

[text]I’m blowing this popsicle stand. Be over in a few.

[text] Company is good, ring me when you get here.

Text 11 Sep 1 note A walk down to Hell

Anyil was not at all in a good mood. SHIELD pursuit had been on her tightly since her encounter with that aggravating assassin, and she had been forced to sleep with one eye open even in some prepared safehouses. She’d been out of them a bare step ahead of a team one too many times for her to sleep well, and the protein bars and dried fruit in them were nourishing but otherwise uninspiring, and she’d had resort to MREs more than she strictly wanted to. Her already frayed temper wasn’t improved when she realized someone was tailing her. She tried a few dodges, to get enough separation to choose her ground, and ducked into a deserted alley - confining, yes, but little chance of collateral damage, and a way up and out at need in the ladders and the like. She drew her gun and grimly tried to identify the location of her would-be assailant.


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