#( v 001: cathair na aisling. ( main verse. ) )

[clochanamarc]

" hi! you must be... well, actually, now that i've got a good look at you, there's a fairly reasonable chance that you mightn't be the new potential tenant at all! you can't be older than my own eldest... " she'll accept that this is far from a discreet concern that she shares. the young man sitting in the diner booth with her can barely be eighteen; not that eighteen year old housemates would be unheard of, but... in this economy? surely not.

" i'm... i'm sorry, you'll have to excuse me. i've been fielding offers from a bunch of applicants all day. why don't we restart this discussion, and this time, i won't be such an assuming eejit of a woman! what's your name, and what brings you to the diner today? "

@lockwd gets a starter set a little while before aisling adopts him (to nobody's surprise) and the starter call can be found here!

#lockwd #( ' THE DEAL IS DONE. ' / CLOSED STARTER. ) #( v 001: cathair na aisling. ( main verse. ) ) #( this is the most distressed starter i've ever written for her JFNISNDKASJDF )

[clochanamarc]

eli's cameras have become something of a godsend since he started installing them. not everywhere, of course. and certainly not all across the city. just focused on the isolated crevices of the diner, the shadowy alleyways that frame their abode, the narrow nooks and cracks of the place they call home. most of the time they give an element of advantage in the occasional ambushes. but today, they provide key seconds of knowledge with which to arm herself as anthony sprints up the iron steps to the apartment door.

@lockwd asked: " just in the nick of time. "

and no sooner has his first aim of the key scraped across the door, when she pulls it open, catches him deftly by the wrist, and pulls him inside to safety.

by the time the five young pursuers reach the doormat, she's planted a hand against the door jamb, and fixes a level gaze on the ruthless glares they each wear.

" lost, are we? " of the five, four are armed. the fifth is the ring leader, with clever eyes and a measured tension in his jaw as he studies the door and the woman blocking it. but for the most part, his dark stare seems entirely content to calculate a method of getting to anthony in the most vicious and brutal way possible. her chin tilts up, foot sliding to the left and positioning her body to shield the boy from harm. " i'd say you must be. because any fool with a shadow of sense would be telling you that any attempt against me or mine in this part of the city is an undoubtedly stupid idea. so why don't you turn around? go home? forget this whole evening ever happened? "

" not without him. " the leader cocks an eyebrow at anthony. nobody moves a muscle. when aisling breaks into a soft chuckle, however, a baseball bat and a crowbar twist into active holds in two hands.

" look. you're far from unintelligent people, despite all appearances. in your line of work, i'm sure you've heard things. burglars, home invaders, criminals from all areas of expertise... they don't go near this corner of manhattan. i think... given how arguably smart you all are... you maybe ought to leave while you still can. " her tone is diplomatic. kind, nearly. as though she isn't gazing at them sincerely with eyes ablaze with power, and the terror isn't already obvious in three of the five faces. " now. "

the leader is the last to leave. understandable. he can't afford to be the first, not with such a grand reputation to protect. the ten seconds he remains upstairs are spent glowering at anthony, sizing up the risks of attempting to just shove past aisling and drag him away regardless. but ten seconds, concluded with aisling taking a small step forward, are followed by the leader lifting a hand in half-hearted dismissal, and sloping down the steps after his subordinates. the newfound privacy gives her a chance to turn around, glance over him for any injuries, and then release a small sigh of definitive relief.

" are you alright? "

#lockwd #( ' a soul for a soul... ' / reply. ) #( v 001: cathair na aisling. ( main verse. ) ) #( THE ENERGY IS IMMACULATE ) #( AISLING WOULD FIGHT TEN THOUSAND ARMIES FOR HER NEW GHOST-HUNTING SON )

[clochanamarc]

" please... would it be okay if you stayed a little longer? i don't want to be alone. "

OPEN STARTER. / OPEN TO MUTUALS ONLY!

#( ' for all to claim. ' / open starter. ) #( v 001: cathair na aisling. ( main verse. ) ) #( shit okay ur getting a vulnerable aisling tonight ladies lads and legends )

[clochanamarc]

" well! if it isn't my favorite paramedic! " and unlike herself, she finds herself considering that he might not really want to be out working at such a late hour. meaning, naturally, that the diner will be serving a series of discounts this evening that ought to give him a free dinner. even if he is a night owl, she finds that there's a certain lightness that comes with free food and drinks, even if one can already afford them happily as it is. aisling slides a menu over to his usual perch, and ramsay offers a cheerful salute to TK on his way to the kitchen. " if they have you working this late, i can only imagine you have a share of good stories to entertain us with. but i can imagine even more that you might be wanting a good night's sleep before you venture into that. what do you fancy? the special WAS beef bourguignon, but i think chef gordón was talking about enchiladas with a little salsa verde... whatever you want. and it's on the house; stanley will go through me if you pay a single cent tonight! "

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[clochanamarc]

" to be fair, you said if i needed anything, you'd only be a phone call away. and this is multi-tasking, anyway, so i'm not inclined to feel terribly guilty about taking advantage of that offer, mister! " she does feel bad, though. she won't admit it to him, but there's never been any true value in lying to herself. why else is there a stack of 23 wedding-planning magazines on the counter? or two big macs with extra cheese and fries? or the two milkshakes (chocolate for him, caramel-vanilla for her) crowned with whipped cream and sprinkles? guilt. that's what they reflect. her immense and unspeakable guilt.

" i hope arthur doesn't mind. i just need to get this place repainted and all the furniture taken out before stanley and richard get home. it's always much easier in the oul' dreams, isn't it? " for eames, at least. her contributions in any dream-related ventures are advisably brief and limited ever since the onion fiasco. painting the diner and getting the renovations underway is technically a far less risky task against that. pulling away a sheet of tarpaulin from over one of the booths, she replaces the food on the table, and gestures to one of the benches on her determined path back to the magazines. " grab a burger. no sense in doing this on an empty stomach! and you owe me one hell of an update, too; how are things on your end? how's arthur? "

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[clochanamarc]

" great! so, your resumé looks absolutely brilliant -- " she can't read, but she got rani, danny, etienne and richard to read it and it passed every strange set of criteria they had. " and your interview was incredible! but i'd be a poor boss if i didn't ask if you had any questions for me? about work, breaks, vacations, anything at all! "

OPEN STARTER! ( COME WORK AT THE DINER!! )

#( ' for all to claim. ' / open starter. ) #( v 001: cathair na aisling. ( main verse. ) ) #( aka my least favorite part of ANY interview SDJISIDFD ) #( aisling u hypocrite u never even interviewed u just got adopted and nepotism did the rest )

[clochanamarc]

@goldshadows asked: [ GAZE ] : sender stares longingly at receiver when they think they aren't looking. / jill!!

she won't ever say anything about it. hell, hasn't she gazed at jill countless times before? sometimes it's just when she's watching tv, and her face lights up with laughter at a little dialogue, or when she's focused on something and that little frown takes place in between her brows. it's like every time she sees her face, there's something new to discover. the way the corners of her mouth twitch when she's trying not to laugh, or how she applies her mascara, or how her face flushes in stages. but now, as aisling stirs a pot of vegetable curry, adding dashes of cumin and coriander, occasionally a drop of coconut milk, she catches jill staring at her in the exact same way. and somehow, it brings the biggest, most inescapable grin to her face, leaving her with no choice but to dive for the nearest excuse for her spontaneous smile.

" i think it's ready! here, try some! it's not too spicy, but i think it's pretty good! maybe a little tomato paste... "

#goldshadows #food mention tw #( v 001: cathair na aisling. ( main verse. ) ) #( ' a soul for a soul... ' / reply. ) #( jill: looks at aisling ) #( aisling: smiles so much that she has to frantically lie and say the curry is making her that insanely happy-- )

[clochanamarc]

@flighttruth asked: ❛ 11 . a kiss on a rooftop .

it's a job well done. the team will be glad they managed to achieve the best case scenario, the media will be relatively okay with the fact that no harm nor destruction was caused. a win-win. one celebrated with a thirty minute flying session, which is technically considered training, but undoubtedly far more entertaining than actual training sessions often are.

they soar through the skies together, racing each other, then performing a few test runs of some new manoeuvres, then finally doing a loop of the statue of liberty, the empire state building, the tower, and then back to the diner. it's an admittedly wonderful way to celebrate; and yet, somehow, it looks like a dull evening compared to sam's hands cupping her face, and drawing her in for a breathless, hesitant, utterly brilliant kiss. her own hesitation is only from the exhilaration. within two seconds, her hands divide between the back of his neck and the side of his waist, lips parting to deepen the cautious kiss into something that answers any questions that may linger. and when they do eventually pull apart for air, she hastens to clarify her own state of mind before any doubt can kick in. " i was starting to wonder if it'd ever happen! although, me being a chicken didn't help matters much. "

#flighttruth #( ' a soul for a soul... ' / reply. ) #( v 001: cathair na aisling. ( main verse. ) ) #( AH!!!!!! )

[clochanamarc]

" i'm out on the roof, kate! " it always sounds far more daunting and alarming than it really is. the flat concrete of the diner roof lacks any slopes or precarious edges from which one might fall; timber fences and exterior walls frame an alfresco dining area for the diner, separated from the apartment's garden by a long wall that now demands urgent attention and an affectionate measure of paint. otherwise known as, the reason why kate bishop is joining her today. aisling stands by the wall, sunlight spilling over the roof, and holds out a paintbrush and an old flannel belonging to stanley for her. " no heroics tonight, okay? we've got too much to do, and with this pile of work, you'll be too tired to even think of stringing up an arrow! now, we have a few different paints to choose from, but i'm thinking you might have a little more creativity than i do, and you might find a way to put all the colours into a pattern or something, yeah? or we can get back to basics! either way, this wall is getting painted, m'dear! ramsay, rani and etienne are on kitchen duty, and rani's got this INSANE citrus peach iced tea blend cooking, so we'll be well-fed and kept for the rest of the day, too. you ready? "

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[clochanamarc]

" so we agree this is definitely the last time fatin plans a vacation, yeah? " anything that might reduce the odds of another relaxing trip to a spa resort ending with herself and ophelia tied to the curtain poles and left dangling and depending on the unknown fate ahead of them. she likes to think that advik would do better. he only ever wants to go to the zoo to release all the animals. he insists that either wong, doctor strange, or doctor dev must accompany them, however. and their sling rings. such a responsible rascal... aisling drops her chin, twisting her wrists against the coarse ropes, and eventually releases a weary sigh. " my love? i think i'm fecked. i can't get free. what about you? any luck? "

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[clochanamarc]

" ...philo? what... i-i saw on the news... oh god, you're okay! " maybe okay is a stretch. it's dark, the lights dimmed, and god only knows how he might be feeling on a more emotional level, but she still takes his standing posture and low grunt of alert to be good, tangible signs of a silver lining she never expected to find. she clears the distance of the living room in two seconds, but catches herself before she throws her arms around him. instead, she gently rests her hands against his arms, half to steady him, half to reassure both that he's alright and very much present in the apartment. " are you alright? what happened? the news reports were stupidly vague, nobody was saying anything... are you hurt? i can... i can fix it, if you are. "

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[clochanamarc]

" jesus, mary and the ASS, niamh! " it's more than a touch unfair to imply any of the blame belongs to her newly recovered sister, of course. sleepless nights are part of the package these days, and yet, she somehow forgets that others might struggle to find sleep also. what little comfort and shelter can be found in slumber are so often erased by the terrors of nightmares that lunge to consume them. just two days ago, advik woke up screaming himself hoarse for help, for someone to wipe the monsters away as easily as the tears from his cheeks. and now... she looks to niamh, manhattan moonlight shimmering over her face, and wonders if it's nightmares or the fear of them that steals sleep from her sister. " are you okay? what are you doing up so late? " she pushes her hair back, lowering down to sit beside her, shoulder-against-shoulder. " i don't normally see you out at this hour... what happened? "

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[clochanamarc]

everything melts into focus the moment she opens her eyes. no haze of wine nor mead, no groggy confusion as she feels the steady, warm rhythm of his breath against her skin. silken cushions surround them, jewel tones of emerald green, golden yellow, hues of blue that capture the glistening ocean so well, yet pale in comparison to the beauty that resides in his face. she twists her fingers around the tangled blankets, torn between waking him or treasuring these moments where nobody intrudes, where the sunlight spills and runs over the gold sandstone and floods the room with an impossible glow. a decision that is made and sealed by the radiance catching in his hair, messy curls made warm by nature's kiss.

her fingertips move, tentatively gliding across the narrow valley of silk and wool between them, until they find his wrist. dainty touches find a pulse that will never stop, then a palm that yields power only dreamed of by humankind before. the goblets on the marble floor are faintly warped; wavers in the gold, like someone tried to melt them but thought better of it. not a conscious choice by chrys, she thinks. more of an accident; a miracle, the locals will say, just as they'll say it when they see that the minor wounds and ailments of the village have healed, wiped clean by two united waves of bliss the night before--

the memory brings a blush to her cheeks. and a grin to her face. her touch dances on his palm a moment longer, then moves up, tenderly sweeping away errant strands of hair from his eyes. strange. normally there's a touch of regret. she often wakens next to people and fears what may change or transform from her decision. but now, as the sun warms her skin, and her muscles ease indulgently into her gentle caress of his hair, she fears nothing.

think nothing of the fact that, when his eyelids flicker, her hand withdraws quicker than makkari's best sprint to date.

@unvendaval asked: 🛌 ( chrys ♡ ) / ( Send 🛌 for our muses to wake up in bed together after having had sex together for the first time the night before. ACCEPTING! )

#citrus #( nsfw. ) #unvendaval #( ' a soul for a soul... ' / reply. ) #( v 001: cathair na aisling. ( main verse. ) ) #( THE FACT THAT AISLING WHO FEARS SO MUCH ) #( FEARS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WHEN CHRYS IS NEARBY?? ) #( EVEN WHEN HE'S SLEEPING?? ) #( HOW COME ALL OUR SHIPS ARE SO GOOD AND WHOLESOME AND ???????? )

[clochanamarc]

@forjanus asked: [ sleepy kiss ] while receiver is sleeping (or pretending to be asleep), sender approaches them and places a soft kiss on their forehead // UMMMM

five months, three weeks, two days. that's how long he's been missing. that's how long it takes for her to make sense of his loss, and for the cycle of sorrow to start anew as time drags her sharply into the eve of their anniversary. the day they met...

it's why she finds herself getting a new false passport made, and books a direct flight to a tidy little airport that's maybe two hours from the cabin. a banged-up yet lovably durable pick-up truck brings her there, and she surprises herself with just how empty her mind remains until she's sliding the key into the lock, ice and frost relenting as the door is shoved open, and the cold, echoing interior unveils itself.

with the creak of the hinges, and the weary crack of the door against the freezing oak planks of the wall, a whirlwind of memories spins out and snatches her in a ferocious grip. crackling fires, piecing together ikea furniture, tangling in blankets as they sipped hot whiskeys and found a multitude of excuses to touch, caress, and fondle one another. the whirlwind pulls her in further. it's summer now. scorching hot, alec squinting as he tries to start up the barbecue, aisling slicing homegrown tomatoes and fresh mozzarella as the fond teasing about getting chinese food begins to gain a veil of honesty. her hand catches the door jamb to steady herself. autumn. hot apple tarts fresh from the oven, aisling wearing one of his ridiculously fancy sweaters, alec wearing a scarf she knitted and promptly lost patience with, that now requires a bobby pin to secure it around his neck.

the floorboards whine a greeting of grudging varieties to her as she steps inside. her breath escapes in frantic clouds, strangled sobs escaping as she takes it all in. velvet armchairs, damp and mouldy. the huge throw blanket, folded neatly beneath an abandoned bird nest. their home, lost to time and a series of choices that nobody but themselves will ever fully comprehend.

by the time the headlights pierce through the ice-encrusted windows, she's hurled about a half dozen photos at the walls, screamed obscenities until her voice gently declined to lend the volume required, and used the throw blanket and bed sheets to start up a small fire in the hearth. such is grief. that most unpredictable series of stages. denial. depression. bargaining. acceptance. rage... and now, as the lights flood the cabin, and she ducks down to lie on the bay window bench, she feels the brunt of another stage. loneliness.

maybe that's why, when he walks in, sees her, and very gently lowers to press a tender kiss to her temple, she feels that snap in her chest. and when he begins to rise up, she steadies her hand over her fist, and drives her elbow back, though her haste prevents her from confirming whether she achieved a strike to his thigh, or if she simply alerted him as to her waking state. either way, once she's swivelled into a surprisingly graceful kneel on the bench, her eloquence is swallowed by that stupid kiss, and leaves her with a bit of a shit opening monologue in turn.

" you bastard. " her throat is tight, and she tries to coax her dazed brain into producing something a little more meaningful. " you absolute, complete and utter fucking BASTARD! " oh. " have you any idea what you've even done?! have you the faintest fucking notion what... god almighty himself better be on your side, alec trevelyan, because i swear to you, right this minute, i'd go through you for a fucking shortcut! " wild. that's what she is right now. tears streaming, hair bedraggled and tangled, eyes wide and red, fists knotted into the lapels of his coat. but all things must end. she'd wanted a little more time, of course, but even so... as she sinks back on her heels, swaying with a concoction of exhaustion, emotion, and what she'll later accept as being that most powerful yearning for what once was, but never again shall be.

" damn you, alec... " a deep inhale, a stuttering, sobbing release of air as she drops her head, tears streaming, shoulders sinking. " why did you leave me? "

#forjanus #( ' a soul for a soul... ' / reply. ) #( v 001: cathair na aisling. ( main verse. ) ) #( jesus WEPT ) #( bestie i'm so sorry i didn't think it'd be this long ) #( this is a standing testament as to why i can't ever empty my inbox ) #( i write too much ) #( no formatting my beloved i require caffeine-- )

[clochanamarc]

Smash or pass?!?!?!?!

     𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃   "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  "   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃  .

" my darling, gorgeous, irresistible illyana, you know the answer to this question already! smash. just for the record. also, what are your plans this evening, just out of curiosity-- "

#breaksmen #( ' a soul for a soul... ' / reply. ) #( nsfw. ) #citrus #( v 001: cathair na aisling. ( main verse. ) ) #( aisling vc: babe look at urself in the mirror like who the hell is saying pass to you-- ) #( she's just so in love like literally everything yana does aisling is just in the bg like 'THAT'S THE LOVE OF MY FUCKING LIFE--' )

[clochanamarc]

hi hello yes it's me, blue, ur friendly neighborhood eejit from soulst.cne, i promise! this is my first post to just, yk. reassure the mutuals while i follow ye! (don't worry abt the tags, i'm tag dumping, it's okay--)

#( OUT OF SOULS. ) #( ' A SOUL FOR A SOUL... ' / REPLY. ) #( V 001: CATHAIR NA AISLING. ( MAIN VERSE. ) ) #( V 002: ABHAILE. NÍ ABHAILE. ( ETERNALS V. ) ) #( ' FOR THE CRAIC! ' / DASH GAMES. ) #( ' A HUMBLE OFFERING... ' / RP MEME. ) #( ' HOSTESS OF SOULS. ' / VISAGE. ) #( ' THAT WHICH YOU LOVE... ' / WISHLIST. )