Text 18 Apr 4 notes

zingari-mun asked: "That's dirty"

agentzingari:

anyilherron:

"I kissed a girl and I liked it."

"Tends to happen when you do that."

She rolled her eyes. “Not when it’s a drunken - or semi-drunken - dare, asshole,” she shot back.

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sigyn-goddess-of-constancy asked: "That's dirty."

sigyn-goddess-of-constancy:

anyilherron:

"You’re the nastiest person I know."

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"Excuse me?"

Anyil clapped her hands over her mouth, appalled. “Oh God. Oh, I did not mean that. Greyface.” She hoped the woman would understand.

Text 18 Apr 3 notes

anyilherron asked: "Do that and you'll only make it worse."

gunpowderandchocolate:

anyilherron:

gunpowderandchocolate:

Injury Inspired Starter Sentences

She paused mid-move of attempting to stand up, brows furrowed and face scrunched up in pain. “But I can’t just— ugh… What do you suggest I should do?”

"I suggest you lay there and let me figure out the extent of your injuries, so I can actually patch you up," she retorted, moving practiced hands to examine the ugly gash on Gia’s stomach. "Looks like you managed to avoid internal organ damage, well done," she added dryly as she pulled some supplies out of her medical kit. "Fastest way for me to deal with this is stitch it up, though I can bandage it and leave the stitching to Medical if you prefer. Either way you’re seeing Medical when we get back."

Merely grunting and grumbling in response, she eventually stopped moving, trying to steady and slow her breathing. A nod was given here and there. As soon as her ears caught the stitching part though, she jolted upright, “No— ugh, damn it.” Face contorted again, a hiss leaving her as she eased back again, before continuing, “No stitching— just… Damn, I can’t avoid that, can I?” She let out a long breath as she let her head hang back.

"Unless you’ve got healing powers I don’t know about, yep, you’re gonna get stitches," Anyil confirmed, pulling out a gauze pad and pouring antiseptic on it. "This might sting a little, but I need to clean it. Gives you a little time to make the choice. It’s going to need to be held closed while it heals, or it might not. What do you have against stitches, anyhow?" she asked, surprisingly gentle as she carefully cleaned the wound.

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gunsandscales:

anyilherron said: Especially fun considering Mystique literally tortured Anyil for the next few meetings, and Anyil returned the favor, sort of. ^^;

I know! I literally 100% did not think this was going to happen ever. I thought it was going to be one of those relationships were they love to hate each other! I don’t even remember why Mystique tortured her.. Guess she did it ‘cause she was bored .-.

((I’m pretty sure that’s the exact reason Mystique cited. :P Anyil is kinda fucked up that way, sometimes. Bit broken in the head, not clear on what a relationship is supposed to be - but shared suffering is as powerful a bond as shared joy, so… yeah, I dunno, it’s just awesome and I’m rollin’ with it. ^^ ))

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Text 18 Apr 8 notes

gunsandscales:

anyilherron:

Anyil smiled a little into the rebuke. “I beg your pardon, then, maitea. I worried more that I’d die or get caught before you returned, then that you’d leave…” Her smile faded a little in confusion as Mystique spoke, and she pulled back enough to look Raven in the eyes, and her eyes widened a little as the implications sank in. She couldn’t stop a little smile creeping onto her face, a hope that she never knew she had until it was almost in front of her, as she asked, “Raven, are you asking what I think you’re asking, beloved?”

What Anyil said had stuck in Raven’s mind far too long — it lingered there, and suddenly she knew she’d remember what she said for a while. When she pulled away momentarily, she looked down at her and read her face all too easily. 
❝ Before you answer, I want you to take a few things into consideration; I will still be in the same business no matter what. I will till I die, if that ever.. happens. But at least over in Austria, things might not be so hectic. ❞
She tucked some of Anyil’s hair behind her ear and hoped she understood what she was saying — that no matter what, a normal life was far from over. 
❝ And you don’t have to answer now.
   You can wait some time and think about it. ❞

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Anyil stilled a little, staying silent until Mystique finished. At her last comment, Anyil raised an eyebrow. “Do you think I don’t know my own mind, Raven?” she asked quietly. “I’m making my choice.” She tilted her head a little, her eyes gentle and voice soft. “You know, I’m not able to leave this business, either. It’s writ on my flesh, and in it, now, too,” she said, gesturing to her own flesh. “Or it was always in me, maybe. My Father’s blood runs through me, after all, even if I don’t want it.” She reached out, running a finger over Mystique’s arm. “It’s in you, blood and bone, maitea; you wouldn’t be who you are without it.” She tilted her head up and looked Mystique in the eyes. “I’d like to know that, share it. I’d like to be by your side, as much as I can.” Her lips tilted up again. “Here, or in Austria, or anywhere - I just want you, Raven.”

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gunsandscales:

anyilherron:

Anyil listened as Mystique spoke, softening a bit - I can’t hold it against her, I never can - until Mystique spoke of SHIELD. Anyil’s eyes closed a moment in pained understanding, the tension pouring out of her like water, and she stepped silently forward to take the taller woman in her arms. “I understand, maitalea,” she replied softly, bringing her hand up to stroke Raven’s hair “I could never hold that against you.” Resting her cheek against the scaly shoulder, she murmured, “I’m glad you came back at all…”

       ❝ Of course I’ve come back. You should think better of me, love. ❞
       Her arms wrapped around Anyil and brought her in, her body molding to hers as she closed her eyes, taking in her scent that was now much stronger to Mystique — especially since her senses were heightened.  
       ❝ Come to Austria with me. I’ll teach you the language. We can live together. ❞
       She truly didn’t think Anyil was going to bite when she whispered the offer to her, but it was worth the effort. If she had turned down said offer, she would probably just stay in New York despite the longing of her homeland.

        ❝ We can start all over. ❞ 

Anyil smiled a little into the rebuke. “I beg your pardon, then, maitea. I worried more that I’d die or get caught before you returned, then that you’d leave…” Her smile faded a little in confusion as Mystique spoke, and she pulled back enough to look Raven in the eyes, and her eyes widened a little as the implications sank in. She couldn’t stop a little smile creeping onto her face, a hope that she never knew she had until it was almost in front of her, as she asked, “Raven, are you asking what I think you’re asking, beloved?”

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Text 17 Apr 16 notes

thesoutherntouch:

anyilherron:

She chuckled. “Like most things in my life, it was an accident. I don’t really like to talk about it, if you don’t mind.” She shivered a little in memory. “Save that I wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a grunt and I can’t help but think there was some cosmic mistake involved, to make me something more.” Anyil raised her eyes to meet Rogue’s. “I really don’t know as much about them as I’d like. Or have any real control of them.” Slipping the last of the glass into a sturdy trashbin, she rose and dusted herself off, sitting back on the stool she’d been perched on, waiting for a reaction, if there was any.

She shrugs. She got that. Most people didn’t like to talk about it, but frankly she was bored and a little curious, but she let the subject drop. “Don’t think it’s a good idea t’get it checked by a professional? ‘Bout the potential ‘n what migh’ happen, Ah mean. Always good t’get an idea of what y’have, what y’don’t have.”

"Some people go by without knowin’ what else they could do - and Ah don’t know, maybe it’s just ‘cause Ah’m a mutant m’self, but Ah’d be kickin’ m’self if Ah realised one day that Ah could somethin’ Ah never knew Ah could." Marie shrugs again, her palms coming into contact with the concrete as she leans back a little. "Could’ve done somethin’ with it, y’know?"

Anyil kept herself from snapping at the other woman with an effort of willpower. “I’ve had enough of being a lab rat. After what they did to Mystique…” she shook her head. “I’d rather not know, than risk putting myself back in their hands.” Her voice was nearly flat, though it carried a hint of very real fear. “Experience is a good teacher anyways,” she added with irony tinging her voice, trying to get back to something resembling alright.

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Text 17 Apr 12 notes

anyilherron asked: "Go ahead, make my day."

gunpowderandchocolate:

anyilherron:

gunpowderandchocolate:

"……. Okay, okay— fine.” She huffed in defeat, eventually taking a slow step back. “Let’s see you do it.”

 

Anyil shook her head with a smile. “Not at all. I’d rather train with someone than alone, actually, it keeps me sharper. Now, if you’d keep your piece holstered for a little bit, I’ll get the deflectors set up and we can give this a go.” She looked out at the obstacles, frowning a little in concentration, and confirming there was no one else on the range before she stalked forward, intent on getting a new and interesting pattern set up.

"Couldn’t agree more to this— everything gets better with a little bit of company, actually." A shrug, "Okay then." Her hand kept lingering over the holster, patting at it absentmindedly. She started pacing around, before haling in her steps and turning to call out to Anyil, "I could help setting everything up if you’d like— just tell me what to do."

"Can’t have you knowing its weak points beforehand!” she shot back cheerfully. She jogged back, the deflectors preventing a direct shot once more. They were almost spiraling over the target, preventing even a good look at the thing. "Now this looks hard, but it’s not that bad a pattern if you can find the key to it. Have any ideas?"

Text 17 Apr 8 notes

gunsandscales:

anyilherron:

Anyil unlocked her door with a rattle of keys, sighing as she slipped in. She swore she could still feel the ice creeping up her leg, but her healing was faster than that, even now, and a mutant-basher and a wife-beater off the streets. Still, she was looking forward to a night off her feet, a chance to rest some. She would even splurge, she thought, closing the door behind her, eat more than usual, try to drive the gauntness out of her frame again. Give my healing more to work with, if it comes to that, God forbid. She nearly slumped back against the door before she registered that there was someone else in the apartment, jumping to a fighting stance before she caught the flash of yellow eyes. “Mystique!” she exclaimed, relief briefly flitting over her face before surprise and weariness took back over. SHe waited a moment, unsure of what to say - what do you say, after all, to your lover who happens to keep disappearing all the time? - and settled on a warm, “Welcome back.”

❝— I know what you’re thinking.❞ Mystique’s gaze lowered for a moment, unable to take in Anyil’s sight. She was still beautiful, and no matter how many days passed, how many weeks she went without even keeping in touch with her, her life seemed to go on, as normal as it could have been. ❝— I went to Germany for mutant movement thing.. And it was just a sudden decision. I needed space.❞ Swallowing, the blue mutant waited for her cue to move in — whether it was a certain look Anyil gave her or an invitation to hug.. Anything, really, because she wasn’t sure just how Anyil felt about her sudden decision. ❝— And after what happened with SHIELD, I could barely stand to be in New York. The thought disgusted me.❞ Out of everyone she knew and spoke to, she was the first person to hear about that, and the first person she talked to about the incident after it happened, and it felt good to get it out. Mystique stepped closer to her, initiating what she hoped to be a hug. 

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Anyil listened as Mystique spoke, softening a bit - I can’t hold it against her, I never can - until Mystique spoke of SHIELD. Anyil’s eyes closed a moment in pained understanding, the tension pouring out of her like water, and she stepped silently forward to take the taller woman in her arms. “I understand, maitalea,” she replied softly, bringing her hand up to stroke Raven’s hair “I could never hold that against you.” Resting her cheek against the scaly shoulder, she murmured, “I’m glad you came back at all…”

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Text 17 Apr 6 notes Switch.

agentjjkelly:

anyilherron:

Anyil nodded, eyes focused only on Jenn. “Good. Now, trace it through you - feel the blood it pumps through your veins, the warm life flowing through you…” she trailed off, waiting for Jenn’s signal. When she had that, Anyil smiled a little. “Excellent. Now feel your muscles around them, fed by the blood - be aware of muscles and heart and blood, throughout your body. Don’t try to change anything, just be aware of them, feel them, the strength, the life in them.”

She was normally good at visualisation. Normally. Though the electric hum in her head was lessening, she was struggling to stay focussed and latched onto Anyil’s voice like an anchor.
JJ did as she was told and could feel herself relaxing. Just a bit at first,but slowly-she could feel the shift, fighting the impulse to open her eyes. She knew she wasn’t done yet.

"Now," she murmured, seeing Jen’s breathing ease, "feel the electricity within you. Know it. Don’t try to manipulate it now - just know it’s there, feel it there. When you’ve got that - then, slowly, bring it into your bones Hold it there; leash it there. Keep it in the grounded part of you, the deep part of you. Let it be. It’s part of you, and you control it."


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