Hold My Cosmic Fire.

“Hold my cosmic fire.”

“I am the chaotic lunatic of this bloodline.”

SEND ME ♡ + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…

feel free to elaborate as much as possible !

Who is the most affectionate?

Who initiates the handholding?

Who worries more for the other?

Who is more likely to ask for help?

Who is the one always losing the keys?

Who leaves little love notes for the other?

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there?

Who is more likely to propose to the other?

Who introduced the other to their family first?

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair?

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated?

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other?

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other?

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things?

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch?

A strangely soft smile, not the usual cocky half grin or arrogant sneer at the unexpected compliment.

“Well, I can cut my afternoon free if you want to go shopping.”

"Cindy is so pretty! I love those leather jackets she has, I wonder if I can get one of those in pink?"

PFFFT yes.

Anytime it's brought up about how Cindy and Cupid clash aesthetic wise I think of those "not like other girls" post like these

Except they actually get along

And she hasn't even started screaming in fright. Cindy was more than satisfied with this outcome, even though the buzz in the back of her mind urged her to sink her claws into flesh. A silent smirk at the question, her hands disappeared from the table as she spun the chair around to have her facing her.

“First off, to warn you. Military activity in the area has been increasing along with the number of dead. Not often I'm this courteous.” Cindy grinned, a display of two rows of too sharp teeth.

“Secondly, I want to know if you know me. If you do, what do you plan to do with that information?” she asked almost as if they were discussing the weather while she swiftly took back the Umbrella logo. She was sure the woman will remember it.

“Oh and if you try to run, lie or alert anyone, I will slit your throat.”

@phoenixborn​ said:  Get ready for resident evil/walking dead Cindy for poor Agent Two as foreshadowing

With the outside world slowly turning hell itself, bypassing security systems became a child’s play. The living weapon had caught the information that a young agent dug deep enough, finding out the human tests, their results and her.

Probably the most unnerving was how silent Cindy could move despite the…upgrade. The predator soundlessly approached the woman working at her desk even after dark. Good. No witnesses, especially not with the cut wires of the security cameras. Her arms caged the woman seemingly out of nowhere, trapping her in the chair.

“Easy.” her voice steady with a slight grit, the metallic blades of her right hand glinting in the lamplight “If I wanted to kill you, you would be dead already.” not too reassuring, but still better than nothing

“What you have found put you in great danger. The virus is spreading rapidly, soon this city will be evacuated if not overrun first. Don’t trust anyone wearing this logo.” with that, the Project tossed a slightly bloodied fabric onto the table, the infamous white and red umbrella glowing like a warning sign on the cloth

Two had no idea what she had gotten herself into. As the world was going to absolute shit, she was desperate to find what the source was. While everyone else was looking for a scientific reason, she, of course, tried to find if there was a supernatural cause.

Even with hos silent Cindy was being, the agent knew something felt…off. But she couldn’t quite place why until it was too late. She froze when two arms caged her in between a body and her desk. Two could tell it was at least a woman’s voice. Yet, despite the “assurance,” her eyes darted to the blades and she swallowed nervously.

Her attention was drawn to the bloodied fabric the woman tossed on the desk. She knew that logo. She didn’t necessarily work for that department but she knew of them. “G-Good to know…” She whispered, a slight tremble in her voice. “W-What d’ya what from me…?”