picture prompt meme

[wolfofdunwall]

the picture prompt meme
leave a picture/pictures and i'll respond with a character of your choice (or, if you'd prefer, of my own choosing). or leave a comment and i'll respond with pictures.

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[puppet_mistressofhell]

Better to have enemies than no one, rivals, bitter acquaintances, all are better than no one. Trust her on this.

Isolde smiles at him, brilliant, haughty and at once rueful. "I know."

"You know, if you want to you could come with me for a night to a bar,
we could laugh at all the human idiots. Open up their throats if they bother us... it'll be fun."

[yesterdaysheadliner]

Oh, he has plenty of enemies. They're just kind of dead. Have been dead for two hundred years. In order to make new enemies he'll have to get to know people, or at least be around people, and so far that just hasn't been his scene.

She gets half a smirk with her 'I know.' While Dean doesn't always care for confidence in others - most people have no right thinking they're head and shoulders above anyone - he's starting to think maybe this woman (or whatever she is) has earned it. The jury's still out on that, of course, but there's a better chance with her than most.

"Taking pity on a recluse?" He cocks his head, considers. "No... I don't think you're one for pity, are you? Not worth the time or effort.

"I do like the way you think." Granted that he's less inclined to open up throats, more to let loose a flurry of positively scathing remarks. "Not sure how I feel about 'fun,' but I haven't had a good drink in ages."

[puppet_mistressofhell]

"No... pity is only for pet's and potential victims. You aren't any of that." Honestly, putting this old ghoul through such things would be rather... redundant. He survived the bombs and a decaying old hotel, even she knows her limits here. (And feral ghouls are annoying creatures. She likes Dean's barbed wits.)

"Well, it's a start at least. Just think about it, alright?"

[yesterdaysheadliner]

Though he doesn’t know what she means by ‘pets,’ he’s pretty sure she isn’t talking about goldfish. (Are goldfish even around anymore? Probably have fangs and cases of lung cancer if so.)

And god, thank you, he’s only met a few feral ghouls in his time, but he finds them endlessly tedious.

“I may just do that.”

He looks her up and down again. “Well, Isolde. Against expectations, it hasn’t been entirely wretched meeting you.

"As for our little disagreement..." There's a wave of the hand, a dismissive gesture. "I suppose I can survive a small amount of noise."

[puppet_mistressofhell]

"And all this time I thought I was going to have to burn a person to ashes and take their own for my own..." That's not the thing you say to potential friends, but Isolde doesn't seem to care.

"But I like you, Mr. Domino. And for that, I will try to get the girls to tamp down their noise. Consider it a favor."