a s3 steve for @messessentialist!! a had a blast with this one, he’s still so pretty when he’s all battered and bruised.
request a palette and i’ll whip up a 2hr portrait like this one<3 note that i have quite a backlog but i do plan to do every one!
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When people talk about the Kingmaker Histories in their Audio Drama Sunday posts:
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during his interrogation, the higher plane used means of using taboo noise to weaken his will. the more intense he got the more the taboo would spread, and they knew it so it was a means of control. he's able to burn the taboo infection out of his system but it takes time and it does make him the angel equivalent of 'sick'.
they would lock him up in a purgatory cell with manacles that would suppress his powers and let the taboo spread in him until they came back. they wouldn't erase him. they learned last time, it wouldn't work, so they always take him to the brink then heal him just a bit before doing it again.
its a terrible feeling to undergo the isolation that whose in the purgatory rooms go through. he lost a lot of tract of time while locked up and time isn't much when it comes to an angel. what was days on earth came out to several centuries in the purgatory room and he mourned his composer and city believing they were long gone.
he nearly broke a few times.
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When: During the 47th Annual Hunger Games
Where: The Capitol; The apartment of Tiberius Germain
Who: Natalia & Tiberius @tiberius-germaine
The woman at the front desk had long since stopped asking Natalia why she was there, long since stopped questioning if Mr. Germaine was expecting her. Natalia didn't know why the woman had stopped, maybe accustomed enough to Natalia showing up or maybe Tiberius had told her himself that Natalia was always welcome. Whatever the reason, Natalia was thankful as she sulked into the building with a bloodied lip and what would probably become a lovely bruise if the ache of her throat was any indication.
The penthouse apartment was silent and dark when she let herself in, but that hadn't kept her from making herself at home. Pouring a glass of wine. Showering. Donning a pair of his sweats she'd pulled from his dresser and a t-shirt that she'd found tossed on his bed. Curling up on his couch. Waiting in the still darkness as she sipped from the glass of wine she'd poured herself. Her body hurt and she couldn't let Mags or Beck or Murphy see her like this. At least not until she'd slept it off. God she just wished she could get out, get Snow and all his goons to leave her fuck alone.
She must have dozed off, glass of wine in one hand, the other holding the shirt she wore to her nose, finding comfort in just his scent alone even when he wasn't physically there. God, she's falling in love. Really, she already has. She won't admit that. Doesn't need the gossip journalists anymore in her business. She startles at the sound of the elevator's ding as it announces someone having arrived. Tiberius, she knows, he never hosts other company.
"I let myself in," she announces from her spot, still curled up on his couch, still in the dark.
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Tfw your favorite character is also the show's cosmic butt-monkey.
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