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Sat, 25 May 2013 01:53:18 -0400

A Little Time Away [Closed RP]

Sat, 25 May 2013 01:38:02 -0400

bryannselby:

Bryann smiled a watery smile, shaking her head.

“How come you always know exactly what to say?” she laughed softly, and the two of them went to their bags, dragging them into the living room.

“Wait.” Bryann dodged out of the room, to the upper level of the house, before returning with a huge blanket. She laid it down on the floor. “This was the quilt from my bed…” she shrugged. “It’s warm, even if its a bit old.” she pulled the bottle of champagne from earlier out of her bag, and sat down, not noticing the small box that had tumbled out beside her, until she almost sat on it.

Her eyes jumped to Cyrus’s face, as she tried hastily to shove the box into her pocket…

The smile feel from Cyrus’ face. The older woman knelt down to hold Bryann’s hand and take the small box. The black velvet tickled the palms of her hands as she rubbed the small box. “Ammour… Is this what I think it is?” The Admiral’s face was blank and unreadable, simply studying the package.

Bryann bit her lip, not sure how to handle this. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

“That ah…depends what you think it is leanbh.” she tried to get a reading from Cyrus’s face, a glimmer of what she was thinking but she was expressionless.

She reached for the box. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have….”

The "Good" Kid.

Sat, 25 May 2013 01:14:56 -0400

The "Good" Kid.:

Tyler’s the name. Earthborn, and no biotics here. Educated in anatomy and medical to a point. Hah,…

This is my little brother. You should go ask him some shit, he’s friendlier than I am. Nicer too.

A Little Time Away [Closed RP]

Sat, 25 May 2013 01:12:49 -0400

sr3divine:

bryannselby:

Bryann smiled softly, a look on her face that Cyrus had probably never seen before. It was….vulnerability. She knew she looked younger. She took a photo from the mantle, of her father, the stern faced man, and her mother, identical to her in all but the eyes.

“These…these are my parents.” she bit her lip, a swell of emotions creeping up over her. She felt the sting of tears behind her eyes, and placed the photo back on the mantle, turning away, wiping the solitary tear away.

“Maybe we should unpack now.” she said, emotion choking up her voice.

Hurrying to Bryann’s side, Cy gripped her hand tightly. “It’ll be fun! We can throw clothes everywhere and have Bruce pounce on us when we sleep.” She smiled at her partner. A small sense of understanding passing from her, hopefully, to the other woman.

The Admiral gripped her heaviest duffel bag, slinging it over her shoulder. “Lead the way Ammour.” Her blue eyes sparkling in mischief “Maybe you’ll get a sneak peak of my ‘special’ outfits, mmm?” She twirled a lock of copper hair around her finger with a wink.

Bryann smiled a watery smile, shaking her head.

“How come you always know exactly what to say?” she laughed softly, and the two of them went to their bags, dragging them into the living room.

“Wait.” Bryann dodged out of the room, to the upper level of the house, before returning with a huge blanket. She laid it down on the floor. “This was the quilt from my bed…” she shrugged. “It’s warm, even if its a bit old.” she pulled the bottle of champagne from earlier out of her bag, and sat down, not noticing the small box that had tumbled out beside her, until she almost sat on it.

Her eyes jumped to Cyrus’s face, as she tried hastily to shove the box into her pocket…

A Little Time Away [Closed RP]

Sat, 25 May 2013 00:53:51 -0400

sr3divine:

bryannselby:

Bryann relaxed under Cyrus’s touch, but her eyes sprang open when she realised the question.

“Cac!” she cursed, bringing a hand to her forehead. “I forgot about that…” she and Tyler had shared a room up until she had joined the military, and their beds were small.

“We could sleep in my…parents old room.” but that posed another problem; she hadn’t been in that room since her parents had died. She bit her lip, thinking of a solution….and none came to her, for the moment.

“How about we just….worry about that later?” she winced, before realising that she and Cyrus were both shivering.

“Let’s get a fire going first, aye? We can figure out sleeping arrangements after this place isn’t cold as outside.” she began setting about to get the fire started; placing a few of the neatly piled logs in the hearth of the fireplace, and getting them lit.

The Admiral toughed her jacket tighter against her body, and watched as embers erupted, dancing along the wood. Warmth slowly crept into her bones and a quiet sigh was given in pleasure. “Alright, maybe old-world living isnt as bad as I thought.”

Cy wandered around the living room, looking at the actual photographs framed along the wall. A baby Tyler with a fussy frown. A man with a stern face yet kind eyes and woman who looked identical to Bryann- but with honey eyes- with a huge smile on her soft face. “Ammour, who are these people?”

Bryann smiled softly, a look on her face that Cyrus had probably never seen before. It was….vulnerability. She knew she looked younger. She took a photo from the mantle, of her father, the stern faced man, and her mother, identical to her in all but the eyes.

“These…these are my parents.” she bit her lip, a swell of emotions creeping up over her. She felt the sting of tears behind her eyes, and placed the photo back on the mantle, turning away, wiping the solitary tear away.

“Maybe we should unpack now.” she said, emotion choking up her voice.

A Little Time Away [Closed RP]

Fri, 24 May 2013 23:42:10 -0400

sr3divine:

bryannselby:

Bryann took the cage from Cyrus, setting everything else down i an unceremonious heap by the front door. She opened the cage, before setting it back on the floor; the cat-demon would come out when it wanted and find some hidey-hole to pounce on people from.

She laughed. “Beautiful in the wet? It thought you just said you don’t like natural weather?” she teases, before stopping, a look of pure calm settling over her face.

“If you think I’m beautiful then you are…astonishing.” she took a step closer. “Ravishing.” another step, and she was right in front of Cyrus.

“Breathtaking…” she whispered, leaning forward, one hand making it’s way around Cyrus’s waist, the other creeping through the tangle of wet copper hair, pulling her close enough so that their lips would meet.

It was a soft kiss, water falling in rivulets over their cheeks and lips, mingling where their skin touched.

“Bhí mé ag fanacht le póg tú mar sin le haghaidh mhí…” she breathed, pulling away, eyes still closed

A warm blush tinged Cyrus’ cheeks and a slow smile fallowed. The impression of Bryann’s lips still imprinted on her own. “I love you, Bryann Selby. I love you more every day, every morning, every night.” Her eyes opened slowly, a low chuckle escaped her when she saw the blondes eyes shut.

“Where are we sleeping? Your room?” The admiral inquired. Cyrus placed her hands on Bree’s hips, rubbing in small circle. The ginger leaned back in, kissing on a slip of skin exposed from blonde hair. Everything that was absolutely Bryann flooded Cy’s senses. The soft yet powerful touch, the caress of stray hair, and a brisk taste of fresh rain on warm skin.

Bryann relaxed under Cyrus’s touch, but her eyes sprang open when she realised the question.

“Cac!” she cursed, bringing a hand to her forehead. “I forgot about that…” she and Tyler had shared a room up until she had joined the military, and their beds were small.

“We could sleep in my…parents old room.” but that posed another problem; she hadn’t been in that room since her parents had died. She bit her lip, thinking of a solution….and none came to her, for the moment.

“How about we just….worry about that later?” she winced, before realising that she and Cyrus were both shivering.

“Let’s get a fire going first, aye? We can figure out sleeping arrangements after this place isn’t cold as outside.” she began setting about to get the fire started; placing a few of the neatly piled logs in the hearth of the fireplace, and getting them lit.

[ Ares and Aphrodite ]

Fri, 24 May 2013 23:34:34 -0400

Aphrodite: What do you find attractive in a partner?

Adventure. Humour. Open-mindedness….all are really important…and a willingness to put up with my shit.

Ares: If you had to fight someone in a duel, what would be your weapon of choice?

Gun. Guns win against most other types of weapons….its not an up-close and personal weapon

A Little Time Away [Closed RP]

Fri, 24 May 2013 23:01:42 -0400

sr3divine:

bryannselby:

Bryann chuckled softly, her hand reaching out to cover Cyrus’s on the wall. “Yes, leanbh, this is how human’s lived. Not many, and not for many years, but this is how I lived. My father wanted us to be thankful for technology, view it as a gift, not something that should be taken for granted.” it had helped her a lot, and she’d hated this house for so long. But now that she was back..it was nice to be away from all the beeping and lights.

“Shall we unpack?” she offered her arm. The two women headed outside, into the light rain that had begun to fall. “We’d best unpack the shuttle fast, this is the type of rain that gets harder in a few minutes.” she stared up at the sky.

“Yeah, sure.” The red head mumbled. The two women made a brisk walk to the sky-car. Using biotics to lift her bags in a makeshift umbrella and heaving Bruce’s cage with her hands, Cyrus shushed the crying feline. The Admiral opened the blue gate for Bryann as the rain began to pour.

“Aimsir Nádúrtha, is é an rud amháin nach dóigh liom go maith liom faoi domhain…” Nudging their way into the old house, the girls heaved a sigh. Water dripped from crimson and champagne hair. An excited smile on Cyrus’ face. ” You look so beautiful, ammour. I think wet suits you.”

Bryann took the cage from Cyrus, setting everything else down i an unceremonious heap by the front door. She opened the cage, before setting it back on the floor; the cat-demon would come out when it wanted and find some hidey-hole to pounce on people from.

She laughed. “Beautiful in the wet? It thought you just said you don’t like natural weather?” she teases, before stopping, a look of pure calm settling over her face.

“If you think I’m beautiful then you are…astonishing.” she took a step closer. “Ravishing.” another step, and she was right in front of Cyrus.

“Breathtaking…” she whispered, leaning forward, one hand making it’s way around Cyrus’s waist, the other creeping through the tangle of wet copper hair, pulling her close enough so that their lips would meet.

It was a soft kiss, water falling in rivulets over their cheeks and lips, mingling where their skin touched.

“Bhí mé ag fanacht le póg tú mar sin le haghaidh mhí…” she breathed, pulling away, eyes still closed

Hungover [Closed RP]

Fri, 24 May 2013 22:55:37 -0400

reaverofreapers:

bryannselby:

Bryann nodded, following Natasha into the car.
“You’d think that with sky cars traffic wouldn’t be a problem yet that never seems to be the case.” she says lightly. “I never mind a drive.”

She chuckled. “You’d think, wouldn’t ya? Most of the time it just seems like movin’ ta the sky just gave us more places ta wait in line.”

Natasha waited until Bryanna had slipped inside before securing the door simultaneously pressing a few buttons on the console before pulling back on the yoke and easing the bird into the nearest skylane.

Twenty-three minutes and two detours later, Natsha eased the skycar into a space before slipping out of her safety harness. “Thank god for inertia dampeners of I’d’ve been spread all over the ceilin’ durin’ that last detour.” she laughed.

Bryann smiled a little meekly; okay, perhaps she’d been feeling better but that had been one hell of a ride. She took a deep breath, leaning heavily against the sky car for a moment, before giving her head a shake, and pushing herself into an upright position.

“Wasn’t the worst drive I’ve ever had.” she gives a half smile.

“Where to now?”

Greek Pantheon Asks

Fri, 24 May 2013 22:51:26 -0400

Aphrodite: What do you find attractive in a partner?
Apollo: Favourite song?
Ares: If you had to fight someone in a duel, what would be your weapon of choice?
Artemis: Favourite animal?
Athena: Do you have any special talents?
Demeter: Favourite food?
Dionysus: Favourite drink?
Hades: If you could meet a person from history, who would it be and why?
Hephaestus: If you could learn a skill instantly, what would you choose?
Hera: Do you want to get married and/or have children?
Hermes: Where in the world would you most like to visit?
Hestia: Where do you most want to live?
Poseidon: If you were shipwrecked on a tropical island, what would you want to have with you?
Zeus: If you ruled the world, what would you change?

You're really devoted to your relationship with the admiral, huh?

Fri, 24 May 2013 22:29:28 -0400

*sighs*

People keep asking me this. Obviously.

Before Cyrus I wouldn’t be caught dead doing half the shit I’m doing now. She is my leanbh, my lover and my best friend. She brings out everything good in me and has changed my life for the better.

I would not be who I am today if not for her, and I love her more than words can say.

Hungover [Closed RP]

Fri, 24 May 2013 13:01:55 -0400

reaverofreapers:

bryannselby:

Bryann assessed herself, realised she actually did feel a hell of a lot better.
“I’m feeling much better. Benefits of my implants is that healing seems to take a helluva lot shorter time.” Not that she was ready to eat anything, her stomach was feeling queasy, but her headache was practically gone. She got migraines frequently enough that she was finding this one easier to ignore as it passed. She finished her smoke, dropping the butt into the remains of her coffee.

“Lead the way, saighdiúir.”

Natasha smiled and nodded before slipping out of the booth. signalling for the other woman to follow. “This way.” she said, nodding towards the nearby rapid transit station. “It’s a bit of a ride but nothin’ too extreme; hope ya don’t mind.” she explained as they headed towards the glorified taxi service.

Pushing open the door of the nearest car she climbed inside. “Shouldn’t be more’n ten minutes or so, ‘less traffic decides ta be an мудак.”

Bryann nodded, following Natasha into the car.

“You’d think that with sky cars traffic wouldn’t be a problem yet that never seems to be the case.” she says lightly. “I never mind a drive.”

A Little Time Away [Closed RP]

Fri, 24 May 2013 12:59:12 -0400

sr3divine:

Cyrus stared in awe, the old fashion home completely alien to the biotic. Her whole life had been surrounded by modern technology. She felt a sudden gap between herself and Bryann, their lives had been so different and yet… Cy shook the thought from her brain.

“It’s different mo ghrá, not bad, just different. Did human’s really live like this?” Her hands touched the walls and marveled at the grainy texture so unlike the cool metallic buildings of the Citadel and her ship. “I feel like an naíonán.” Cyrus chuckled.

Bryann chuckled softly, her hand reaching out to cover Cyrus’s on the wall. “Yes, leanbh, this is how human’s lived. Not many, and not for many years, but this is how I lived. My father wanted us to be thankful for technology, view it as a gift, not something that should be taken for granted.” it had helped her a lot, and she’d hated this house for so long. But now that she was back..it was nice to be away from all the beeping and lights.

“Shall we unpack?” she offered her arm. The two women headed outside, into the light rain that had begun to fall. “We’d best unpack the shuttle fast, this is the type of rain that gets harder in a few minutes.” she stared up at the sky.

Ariel, Eve, Pocahontas?

Fri, 24 May 2013 12:54:33 -0400

Something that I would give up anything for

Cyrus. Or family. Well…considering everything, we practically are family now…. *smiles, distracted*

The Thing I’m committed to the most

Getting the job done, and getting it done right.

Something I will always fight for

Happiness and Freedom. I will not be trapped by anything or anyone, and I will always fight for my happiness, and the happiness of those that I love.

Hungover [Closed RP]

Fri, 24 May 2013 01:49:49 -0400

reaverofreapers:

Yup. Definitely a kindred spirit. She thought with a laugh.

“It’s kinda new, only been open a few months. An’ they wanted ta work out all the kinks before broadcastin’ it ‘cross the wards; minimize injuries or some дерьмо.” she waved her hand dismissively. “It’s down in the wards, right off Silversun Strip.”

Her smile widened. “If you’re feelin’ up ta it, I’d be happy ta take ya in for a test run. No sense in payin’ less ya like it, право?”

Bryann assessed herself, realised she actually did feel a hell of a lot better.

“I’m feeling much better. Benefits of my implants is that healing seems to take a helluva lot shorter time.” Not that she was ready to eat anything, her stomach was feeling queasy, but her headache was practically gone. She got migraines frequently enough that she was finding this one easier to ignore as it passed. She finished her smoke, dropping the butt into the remains of her coffee.

“Lead the way, saighdiúir.”

Hungover [Closed RP]

Fri, 24 May 2013 00:26:13 -0400

reaverofreapers:

She smiled, sensing that she’d found a kindred spirit in the girl across from her. “It’s neat an’ about a thousand cred for a membership but that’s unlimited play.” she began.

“Multiplayer’s a go; I take my crew in all the time for a few rounds. Great for stress relief or just gettin’ the blood up.” she finishes the last of her coffee. “Enemies include Cerberus operatives, reapers, geth, collectors, and these things called ‘mirror matches’ where ya fight generated versions of your own team.”

Her smile widened. “Not gonna lie, it’s pretty badass.”

Bryann’s mouth dropped open. She was silent a full 30 seconds before she slammed her hands down on the table, startling a nearby couple making googly-eyes at each other over their coffee.

“Fuck.” she hissed, smiling again. “That is seriously the coolest damn thing. How have I not heard of this, As ucht Dé!”

shepardval: bryannselby replied to your post: ooc: i’m so angry right now you’ve gotta be… ((did...

Fri, 24 May 2013 00:17:47 -0400

shepardval:

bryannselby replied to your post: ooc: i’m so angry right now you’ve gotta be…

((did tumblr do that thing where you hit “post/reblog” button, which goes grey so you cant hit it again but then if you hit cancel it DELETES YOUR WORK? happened to me, so now I just copy everything Juuuuust in case.))

[That happens to me a lot, too! I’ve been trying to save these ask memes to my drafts, but the save button keeps graying out. But in this particular situation with Gerrel-mun’s reply, in hindsight it might have been my internet connection crapping out just when I hit post. That happens occasionally. But I’m definitely going to start copying and saving my replies and whatnot before I post.]

((sometimes tumblr can be a craptastic lil’ turd.))

Photo

Fri, 24 May 2013 00:14:15 -0400

Hungover [Closed RP]

Fri, 24 May 2013 00:06:51 -0400

reaverofreapers:

bryannselby:

Bryann’s head lifted at the mention of the battle sim.
“Armax Arsenal?” her eyes lit up, a smile creeping onto her face.

“Do tell.”

Natasha smirked and sat back in the booth. “It’s only one of the most comprehensive battle sims out there. Designed an’ outfitted by Armax Arsenal, enemies, arena, everythin’ your choice an’ almost as good as the real thing.” she paused, sipping at the dregs of her cup. “Membership costs a helluva lot of cred.” her eyes sparkled. “‘Less they gift it ta ya, of course.”

Bryann was grinning ear to ear by the time Natasha was done.

“Creds aren’t a problem for me. I mean, gifts are nice but I’m fine paying, especially for something that sounds so spraoi.” she takes a drag on her cigarette, leaning forward, nudging her cooling coffee away.

“Can you do multiplayer? What types of enemies are there? What are we talking for membership anyways?” Bryann was getting really excited now, this sounded like a dream come true. Being a field agent for information gathering had her seeing action occasionally, but it had been ages since she actually got to shoot something.

A Little Time Away [Closed RP]

Thu, 23 May 2013 23:55:52 -0400

sr3divine:

The cottage looked simple enough to Cyrus, the dark roof was pleasantly set off by the lush foliage around the fenced in, yet wild garden. Ivy grew haphazardly- yet articulacy up it’s walls and a small walkway to the wooden door was cut off by a thigh high robin’s egg blue gate. The stone home was well kept, yet the plant life seem in symbiosis with the man made structure, adding beauty in exchange for protection.

“Home?” The pale woman asked, her azure eyes carefully inspecting the blonde for any hesitation or trepidation. Satisfied when she found none, or none showed, she reached out to loop their fingers together.

Bryann watched Cyrus absorb the image of the home, paying attention to her reaction. She knew this place like the back of her hand. When Cyrus turned to Bree and asked her question, Bree gave the smallest smile. She squeezed the hand in hers.

“I’m surprised it’s so…well-kept. I mean, I hired a gardner a few years back but I figured they would have quit by now.” It had been a knife in her heart when she’d thought about selling the place. Hiring a groundskeeper seemed a much better plan. Hell, everyone needs a retirement home. Besides, she couldn’t lose the memories from this house.

She started up the front path, towing Cyrus along with her. She reached into her pocket when they arrived at the door, pulling out the key she’d stowed there. She clicked it into the lock, and the door swung open. Her father had liked the old fashioned feel of the house, and never upgraded anything. The house was in its original state, somehow untouched by the war.

As a child she had felt trapped in the past in the old house. Now, with all the gadgets and technology…she was looking forward to staying in a mostly un-advanced home. At least for a while.

She led Cyrus into the front hall, flicking on the lights. At least they worked. One of the bulbs was burnt out, nothing she couldn’t fix.

She turned and looked at the red-head.

“How…how do you like it?”