"Now that was just rude."
His mouth bows downward and his eyes narrow in his best “sorely offended and kind of disappointed” look, but it only lasts a few seconds before relaxing again.
"I just wanted to see if I could. And hey, guess what — I can. Credit cards, babe. Cool stuff. If you don’t call the cops, I could show ya sometime."
"Rude is a very big part of my vocabulary. You should see me at school."
She keeps herself distracted by sorting out some papers from her backpack and placing them on the coffee table. Then, she sweeps past him and goes into the kitchen.
"I don’t plan on calling the cops, but I don’t really require a lesson. I’ve had enough of the law enforcement troubles in my life. I really don’t need any more. Did you want something to eat?"
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So the purpose of this meme is to give a little info on your muses without having to rely on others to fill your ask with meme questions. I know how disappointing it can be to come back to an empty ask so I wanted to create a meme that anyone and everyone can do (mun and muse). The rules are simple, you do not need to be tagged to fill out the questions, but once you have you must repost and tag 10 of your followers to spread the love (as well as add a question of your own to the bonus section). You can fill it out as many times as your heart desires (we all know muses can change with their character development.)
01. What is your favourite word?
Vexatious. A good word for her annoyances.
02. What is your least favourite word?
Witch. Monster. Both have horrible and spiteful connotations.
03. What turns you on?
Music, a good smile/smirk, dancing, soft touches, neck kisses
05. What sound do you love?
Heels on marble floors (hell ye), strings in rock/pop songs, piano in rock/pop songs
06. What sound do you hate?
When a straw squeaks along the lid when you pull it out further.
07. What is your favourite curse word?
Where do I begin?
08. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?
Forensic psychologist. Author. Musician. They’d be far more fun.
09. What profession would you not like to do?
Anything involving down and dirty grit work. I don’t enjoy dirt and… other disgusting substances.
10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?
01. Something most people don’t know about you?
I was the first place winner of my school’s talent show for three years in a row, starting in 7th grade.
02. If you were one of the seven sins which would you be?
Pride, wrath, lust.
03. What are some notable merits and flaws?
Compassionate, benevolent, motivated; hesitant, obstinate, naive.
04. Sexual preference?
05. What position do they sleep in?
Fetal or sprawled out. Either or.
06. Favourite sexual position?
I wouldn’t know it by name…
But I may enjoy the cowgirl position.
07. If they could change one thing about their lives, what would it be?
To save my brother. To have never have agreed to team up with the demon that approached me so long ago.
08. Are you prone to good dreams, nightmares or dreamless sleep?
All of the above. Naturally, it depends on what is occurring in my life at that time. Certain events bring up certain memories and ideas in the brain.
09. Do they wear any jewelry? If so, does it mean anything to them?
I wear a twisted gold and silver knot with a few crystals from my mom. It was a gift from when she adopted me. I also wear my engagement ring on a regular basis at home.
10. What kind of nail polish do you prefer, or associate with?
Deep purple. Royal blue. Teal.
11. Which book/movie genre do they have an affinity for?
Well, there’s definitely no use denying it anymore — even if he did continue to insist that she had left her doors unlocked, there’s concrete evidence of him tampering with the locks. It’s amazing what a credit card can do, isn’t it?
"I didn’t take anything, so it’s whatever, right.”
“So people with faces like yours don’t typically get into people’s houses unless they want something.”
At least it wasn’t to difficult to extract the truth from him; he broke in, plain and simple. The question was why. Maybe he just did it because it was a delinquent act? Thought he’d get off on a criminal act of trespassing because he had a charismatic face? Hoping to romance a girl? (If so, she was hardly impressed).
"It’s only ‘whatever’ if you tell me why you decided to break into my house.”
"Operations. Been in the field more than a few times already. It isn’t the most safe job, but I think you know that." Sibyl shrugged and grinned back. "Desk jockey, huh? And your division?"
"Yeah, I know it." She’d been involved in something Operations put together not too long ago, helping to rescue the MacMurray kids from Ezekiel Stane. That was a rough mission from start to finish. “Undercover. But I’m only Level 3, so they keep me here and only send me out for small recon missions when they need. AKA: not often.”
Well she never claimed to be the best at geography, however she let that go as Sheri continued to speak her features growing concerned, almost anxious, like she should be looking over her shoulder every so often.
"Should you really be telling me this? I shouldn’t be on edge and on the lookout for a sniper now, right?” she asked in a hushed voice, trying to appear to be joking but…now she was actually quite nervous. Still, maybe it was better to share their secrets that way?
"And yeah, it wasn’t, definitely since I was alone through it. Self taught.”
“Oh no no no. Hardly. I’m the daughter of Pepper Potts and a mere cadet. I take care of myself— I don’t need security or snipers. I’m pretty alone.” But not, all at once. “You’re safe, I assure you.”
Sheri tucked hands on the small of her back and tilted her head curiously. “You’re a tough girl. Way tougher than me. I could never have survived trying to be a vigilante all on my own… You have family now though, don’t you?”
Sheri really was an amazing young woman with great potential. Partially, Natasha asked for her as companion for her skills—the other part because she wanted to run an on-field test for her own purposes, prove to the bosses she deserved better than being stuck with desk work.
”Yes, next is Korea,” the redhead replied with a soft nod, hands gripping the stirring wheel as the engine purred. “But first, you know, a long flight.” A sigh left her at the thought of the long journey awaiting them. One would think Natasha would be used to it by now—she wasn’t. She just learned to cope with it. “Do you like flying?”
Natasha was the best in the business; if anyone could test and evaluate her in the field best, it would be the redheaded woman. She sat back in the passenger seat and listened to the car rev with a desire to hit the tar.
“I don’t particularly enjoy it, no. But I cope with it. Having a pair of earphones and a fully charged iPad or iPod usually helps.” Sheri shrugged, indifferent to the idea of flying on a plane. Typically, she hadn’t traveled much except on business trips with Pepper. She could have orbed them both there in a heartbeat, but having never been there before and the need to be discreet, it eliminated this use immensely.
“‘scuse you, Grayson, you suggestin’ something?” Steph suddenly went from smiling to looking rather serious, with a quirked brow at the other girl and her lips almost twisted in a snarl. It was pretend—of course—just to mess with Sheri. “You sayin’ I don’t look like a fabulous rockstar with my racoon make-up?”
“Not at all! Nooooooo!” She sniggered and held her stomach with one hand, hiding her grin behind the other. “Buuuuut you do kinda look like a washed out emo punk star or something. You look rough, buddy!”
"Actually… I have questions about you." Castle batted his eyes, almost comically, at the woman in front of him. "First question: would you like to go get a coffee?" No point in beating around the bush.
Oof— That one threw her for a loop. He’s typically so curious about everyone else, not her. She let out a small laugh and grinned at him. “Yeah. Yeah, sure I’d like that. Coffee sounds great right about now, actually.”