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nbsjvnes:

“She’s a needy cat.” Nibs leaned down to press a kiss to Maggie’s shoulder, if only to reassure her that he was there if she needed to talk. They didn’t need to say it to each other to know that much was true.

“Do you think it’s possible?” Maggie whispered after a long pause. She could have tried to hold it all in, but her therapist had warned her of how much of a detriment that was. If she couldn’t be open with Nibs, she couldn’t be open -- period. “For this place to feel normal again?”

#* // c: nibs #* // threads

nbsjvnes:

Nibs took a seat beside Maggie, knowing better than to sneak up on her when she was on edge. It was strange to think at times how different things had become over the years between them, though never lacking in the comfort they always seemed to draw from each other.

“Gizmo’s missing you at the loft.”

Maggie’s grip tightened around the magazine, glancing up at the sound of Nibs’ voice. She knew he’d done everything he could to not sneak up on her, but it was hard not to be on edge. She was so hyperaware of everything, especially after what happened. It felt like every time that she tried to escape the pain of this place, it came creeping back.

“Well, I tried to bring her with me and she almost clawed my face off.”

#* // c: nibs #* // threads

mutantninjatuttles:

Tootles couldn’t wait to return to the Loft. The sun had been beating down all afternoon, only now giving them a reprieve from the heat now that it was finally setting for the night. He had been running errands all day, mostly drug deals, but he wanted nothing more than to strip off of his clothes that were damp with sweat and climb into a cold, refreshing shower. On his way home to the Loft, he spotted a familiar red head sitting under a tree and called out to her as he approached, a smile spreading across his lips.

“What you got there, Mags?“

Maggie glanced up at the sound of her name, nodding her head in a form of greeting once she spotted Tootles. She answered his question by raising her cover of the wedding lifestyle magazine for him to view, frowning a bit thoughtfully as she pulled it back to her. It suddenly seemed selfish of her to be looking at dresses.

“It’s silly, I know--- Just trying to get my mind off shit...”

#* // c: tootles #* // threads

lewisayer:

“Escaping or just fancied taking some time out for yourself?” Lewis asked as he awkwardly sat down next to her, folding his long legs Buddha style and leaning back on his palms. The wounds from shattered glass were healing nicely on them, though his ear was another story entirely.

“Nothing to escape from. I just needed some fresh air. There’s a lot of you all in the Loft, don’t know if you realized.” Maggie teased lightly as she closed the wedding magazine, glancing over at her friend with a raise of her eyebrow. “How are you feeling?”

#* // c: lewis #* // threads

Maggie had always been fond of escapism. When things got too dark in her head, the easiest solution was head to a bar. But now that was no longer an option, the redhead found herself perched under a tree, magazine in her lap and a jagged rock beside her in case any Rogers decided to try anything on this oddly peaceful Sunday evening.

#nlstarter

dylabrams:

Dylan took another sip from her cup, the taste of terrible coffee was still better than no coffee at all. Dylan followed Maggie’s gaze around the room, all she was met with was the tired eyes and worried faces of the other lost boys. It was a chilling sight — they were usually full of such life and carefree happiness. It was moments like this that Dylan remembered just how young the lost boys were.

“Don’t threat too much. Lily and B-Team are in good hands.“

“I know.”

Maggie had full belief that Lily and Lewis would recover nicely. Her mind was simply rummaging through all of those affected, especially by the death at hand. It was a hard pill to swallow. And as a bystander, she seemed to only be allowed to let the chaos unfold.

“Just a shitty situation.”

#* // c: dylan #* // threads

silvercxrlton:

“Don’t.” She said softly. “Don’t get in your head. Don’t let them in either. It’s what they want.” Silver was terrified of the psychological outcome this could have on them all. She had long since grown out being a mere Boy but a lot of them haven’t. And that was going to take a toll. That was the whole point of it. It was a cycle and they wanted in their minds, haunting their every step. And all Silver could ask was that they didn’t do that. That they had some faith in what they could do.

“They’re always in my head, Silv.” Maggie responded dully. There didn’t seem to be a point in lying. The trauma inflicted by the Rogers clung to her bones like carbon did to stars. She hated the effect they had on her, but she’d yet to find a way to drown it out. Alcohol had once been her solution, but that was dead in the water.

“But I’m not thinking about me right now. I’m thinking of my friend... He is-- was Dante’s son. Just thinking about him and his family.”

#* // c: silver #* // threads

silvercxrlton:

Silver looked at Maggie’s fidgeting hands. Her lips tugged down slightly but she took a sip of her coffee anyhow. “You had much sleep?”

“Course.” Maggie lied easily with a shrug of her shoulders. There seemed no point in discussing that she couldn’t sleep. She’d thought she’d been in a better place but with the attack on the Lost Boys, she was reminded of the world they inhabited. The redhead wouldn’t have been able to close her eyes without remembering the sight of brain matter from the skull the Croc had cracked open or the feeling on Smee’s breath against her neck.

The Rogers always had an upper hand with her, it seemed.

#tw: ptsd #tw: violence #* // c: silver #* // threads

littleflyingeagle:

Sat in the booth nearest to the old jukebox, Peter rested his head against it as his half drank bacardi warmed in front of him. More often than not he had joked with Wendy that gathering all the Darlings in one place could only bring about destruction, he wished he hadn’t of been right.

The days following Dante’s death had been strenuous, he was cutting his time between hospital visits, being at home with his girlfriend and his son, trying to make sure his dealer stats didn’t dip and when he carved out a break it was spent wondering what was going to happen next.

If you fought fire with car bombs, what was the level above that?

“Hey, boozy.” Maggie greeted easily, though it felt more difficult to joke in the current climate. She hadn’t been able to get Emmett and his family out of her mind. Settling down next to her best friend, she resisted the urge to snatch up the drink in his hand, clearing her voice as she forced her fingers behind her back. It seemed reckless to be here, but she found it best to work on her willpower when she surrounded herself with it.

She wasn’t the same as she was years ago.

“You alright?”

#* // c: peter #* // threads

dylabrams:

“Terrible coffee is still terrible coffee.“ Despite her complaints, she continued to sip from her coffee cup. It tasted a lot more bitter than she usually had her coffee, but considered what had happened to Dante, Lewis and Lily she could deal with some terrible tasting coffee.

“Yeah, well--” Maggie’s voice trailed off with a shrug, glancing around the waiting room to take note of the other people residing there. It seemed too trivial of her to discuss coffee in the current climate.

#* // c: dylan #* // threads

dylabrams:

“You’re a gift from god, Maggie Lawrence.“ Dylan said quietly, glancing around the room at the rest of The Lost Boys. Almost everybody had turned up at the hospital, the only ones who hadn’t were the ones who still had jobs to complete. Business as usual. “Even if that gift comes with terrible hospital coffee.“ She added, crinkling her nose as she sipped at the cup. Nobody could make pots of coffee as good as Grace could.

“It’s actually from the cafe.” Maggie replied as she reclined in her seat. She’d brought a cup for Cynthia, so it only seemed fair to bring more for her friends waiting around.

#* // c: dylan #* // threads

silvercxrlton:

“I love you.” Silver said gratefully, taking the coffee. “Thanks, Mags.”

“No problem.” Maggie shrugged, toying with her hands now that she no longer had a cup to keep them still. She was already a few coffees in. Remaining awake off a caffeine high was better than the alternative of sleeping and dealing with the nightmares.

#* // c: silver #* // threads

Maggie forced a smile in place. No one was really feeling up for smiles, so that made it feel like more of her responsibility to provide one. Holding out the to-go coffee cup, she took the empty seat as she kept her eyes on the other person.

“I brought coffee.”