holeyweaslxy
“NO. Don’t listen to your mother. I don’t.” But then FUN Uncle Bilius seems to disappear and actual heartfelt sincerity takes it’s place, if only fleetingly. “You’re a SMART BOY, George. Don’t let anyone tell you different.”
▒▒▒▒▒▒┆ He just doesn’t THINK
it’s a very good IDEA, mom.
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shesxweird
HEART begins to flutter about her rib cage so nimbly as she paces forth, but the feeling is not FEAR. The same anxiety that is granted with it, perhaps, but this was more like a pondering sense of EXCITEMENT. It’s her first task as a formal Avenger, or at least one of the rising, but though the responsibility is acknowledged it hardly phases her. After all, evident in her WILL to venture introduces her pursuing an OPPORTUNITY. So rare that she goes in blindly, but this is not the case. Or at least doesn’t feel so: Wanda is far too dependent on her EMOTIONS. To her this is like… meeting somebody she used to know, so, so long ago, turning back up in the simple HOPE they would be willing to give her that same ACCEPTANCEshe seems to be so lacking.
They are both misunderstood creatures. A DEMON and WITCH. He’s not like the others, but like her. However his story comes to realization and tolerance. Hers remains UNWRITTEN in that part.
For now, perhaps.
The place is dark; only distant fixtures give a dim GLOW upon her path. Red begins to ravel itself so TIMIDLY about slender fingers which dance as they guide its glow. Her mind is wary and searching for the sole voice of Kurt Wagner which draws her past a flight of steps, eerie SILENCE billowing about her as she wanders. But it’s not long before she meets a doorway. Rings of burning CRIMSON searches the room from standpoint before they CEASE.
He’s in there.
FOOTSTEPS are small, measured, but certain of that. Of course it’s not likely he’s to be out in open space, no. Quite rightfully so he’s to be HIDDEN away. Still EYES continuously flicker about the place as she is swallowed by the black. She doesn’t quite like to be put into a state where the other remains ADVANTAGEOUS, but she is still willingly so. Perhaps needs to redirect her mind’s focus. Right, where to begin…
“ Kurt Wagner? ” A pause. “ I’ve come to speak to you on behalf of the Avengers. ” The HALF of it, at least. “ But you are free to remain where you are, if you please. ”
Her heeled footsteps echo, like the tiny scampering of mice feet by the time they reach Kurt’s well trained ears, but the sound delights, any way. That they seem measured, careful footsteps. Like she knows what horrors lie beyond those doors. As if she’s prepared herself for them. Because he can tell it’s a her, that soft fragile edge to her breathing making it evident. Or, at least, it sounds feminine. But not a trace scared. He commends her bravery. By now gangs of teenage boys would have seen the dark, deserted remains of the place and fled with only their own paranoia to blame. She lingers, and carefully so. With purpose. His tail twitches in contemplation as she calls out, states her cause. The Avengers. Similar to The X-Men, no? His involvement with the mutant organisation had discontinued a number of years ago, yet he’s still so easily findable, it seems. How inconvenient. Another bout of fidgeting before she adds that last statement. That, perhaps, prompts him to be a little more forthcoming with his interactions as far as distance is concerned. So he leaves a short pause, before his voice echoes out around the cavernous walls of the old cathedral. “Do be prepared for what you may find, little Avenger.” he warns, before a sweeping leap onto a lower ledge that sits in a pool of moonlight. He’ll not join her quite yet. Merely forewarn her of what it is she’s come to seek, should she not know already. And so he perches there instead, staring down at her with citrine eyes that stare, but glitter with some gentle and quiet kindness. “What do you wish to speak of, hm?”
shesxweird
Of course, he felt that perhaps yet he was nothing to her but a stern figure of authority. Captain Rogers. Always addressed as such. But she’d seen into his mind. His greatest fears, his wildest dreams. Surely that would have revealed otherwise? Yet, Steve still found her quiet around him, even if a tad uncomfortable, if one could call it that. Though, guilt seemed to pick at her easily. Survivor’s guilt even more so. Now that, he knew how that felt. Attempts to smooth things over would be just shallow and, as ever, not his style. Helping, though, that was more in line with what he could achieve. What he was good at.
“That seat taken?”
shesxweird
The last rays of sun had disappeared hours ago, but it was likely that the night still teemed with life. Humans had a sleep cycle stuck on fast forward in the city, always staying out so late and rising the next day all the later for it. It was certainly a change from that of the open country spaces he’d been more fond of dwelling in back home. And so Kurt had settled in his usual spot, a beam that still held on the highest floor of the gutted building, one next to a shattered window, through which he watched the night. It was rather a nice place to sit of an evening. That was, until he was disturbed. It wasn’t very often that people would wander into the place. Usually it was an adventurous teenager he could scare away quite easily, them unable to see him in the shadows. So as the doors were pushed ajar and some one crept in, the mutant kept a very watchful eye from his perch, trying to see their face in the dim light, warped yellow from street lamps and shadows that obscured.
each friendship group has a mom and 99% of the time they are called remus lupin
jonasliesarchive-deactivated201
soulmate au where your skin doesn’t register any feeling until your soulmate touches you.
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Anonymously send me "❤" + a url and I'll kiss whomever it is.
brandy--rps
A short, heavy sigh ushered from his lungs, out with a heap of frustration. “He’s the one with such smug remarks. He’s no better!” he scoffed lightly, coming slowly around the nearby side table. “This is stupid, Pam.” he said shortly.
"I-" Oh, but then the stupid remark caught her quite the wrong way and she stopped, mouth open for a moment, before the magazine she'd been reading was left upon the table with a slap. Turning in her seat and deciding instead to stare out of the window into the fields surrounding the burrow, she fell silent. If it was that stupid, she'd just not talk, then.
"You could be planning beheadings as far as I know.
You don’t tell me anything. What should I expect?”
"To be kept safe. That's all I can promise you."
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For a few seconds, all Clarabel could do was take in what her friend had just told her. ”Well, you’ve got a point there — though, it’s more of a l e s s e r of two evils comparison.” Still, she did like Demyan even if morally she was well aware he wasn’t the greatest of people.
The lesser of two evils. Well, that was certainly one way to put it. And quite correctly, in perspective. Perhaps it was the fact the elder brother just looked dead behind the eyes. Her head tilted to the side in contemplation, curls moving with the movement. "Do you think he really is... evil, Clara?"
"Not before I get my coffee. P l e a s e.”
"Then by all means, I shall accompany you to breakfast. Sleepy, are we?"
"I have to admit, that sounds like my kind of book.” A snicker left his lips. "You do know gossip is unsavory, don’t you?”
"Y e s , rather interesting..." A wide eyed, owlish little look toward the boy. He smiled like a reptile, of all things. "Gossip?"
"You would, too, if you were simultaneously attempting to grade 6th year papers while housing an Order meeting.”
“When I offered to help, I’d been hoping to be more involved, not just sitting in my kitchen as you plan illegal activities.”
Some small sigh left him, though a roll of his eyes was bypassed out of better judgement. He'd not taken well to being smacked over the head with a roll of essay parchment the last time he'd done it and probably wouldn't any time soon either. "What part of it exactly is entirely and specifically illegal?"
"Now, I wonder.. About whom could you be speaking?”
And there's a chill in the air. Perfect. "Um, a book I've been reading." A q u i e t , mousy little voice drifts just over the top of everything. Because she's scared of him, deep down, she is.
"You're being awfully cryptic."
"I'm quite aware that he's not the most easy to get along with. But his brother is an a c t u a l psychopath."