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quick psa:   this blog has been archived  &  most of the muses has been moved over here.

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quick psa:   this blog has been archived  &  most of the muses has been moved over here.

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quick psa:   this blog has been archived  &  most of the muses has been moved over here.

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quick psa:   this blog has been archived  &  most of the muses has been moved over here.

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                @tornfate   /   kostia.

           “do you make these?”   it wasn’t the smoothest approach, lincoln realizes; sneaking up on the woman. but he had been so wrapped up in his head since he saw her the first time, it was a miracle he’d strung a sentence together. luna had explained where they had found her, how she didn’t remember anything, and after he explained who exactly she was, well... they’d decided it be best to let her remember on her own time. to let her memories come back when they wanted. no point in rushing the woman, when her mind wasn’t ready yet. making a careful step around the corner that he had been mostly hidden behind, he makes a motion to the candles and offers what he hopes is a friendly smile. it was hard, judging how he should react, given their history.   “the candles. do you make them?”   if she did, it was one thing she remembered. one thing that gave him hope.

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                @prcphesiied   /   liked.

           “everyone thinks i don’t remember her---”   words are soft as she glances down at her lap, fingers fiddling with a piece of paper that had long ago been shredded to pieces. they’re at a local diner, one that the group of friends harry hung out with often frequented, plates sitting empty on the table.   “but i do. little pieces of her. like her laugh.”   a soft sigh follows, head tipping to look up at the brunette.   “it’s her birthday.”

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               @motherbuilt   /   liked.

          “i don’t see the big deal  ---  i didn’t go far.”   granted, far was a fairly loose term in her vocabulary. reese had been found nearly an hour away from camp, walking along a river without a care in the world. she’d only come back when the group of guards had threatened to carry her back instead.   “they’re acting like i committed treason.”

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prcphesiied.

         “ that’s hardly a road trip, malia.” words are mumbled, gaze sharp on the road because harry kind of hates driving. but it’s necessary for this mission, and she’d dragged malia with her. it was a long drive and harry’s jumped up on caffeine so she keeps moving with a goal in mind, and she’s going with it. “it’s a surprise. i promise you’ll like it. and it’ll make up for being in the care for three days.”

          “is this why lydia said no?”   if the redhead knew that they were going to be stuck in the car this long and hadn’t warned her, malia was going to yell so loud when she saw her next. probably in simple frustration, because she was bored out of her mind.   “this is animal abuse, you know.”   alright, harry, it’ll be best just to ignore her now. she’s gotten antsy and all she wants to do is run.   “can we stop? i just need ten minutes to stretch my legs before i open the door going down the highway.”

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               ⋙     YEAH, TRY NOT TO FORGET WE HIT THE RESET BUTTON ON A SUPERNATURAL BEACON FOR SUPERNATURAL CREATURES. I THINK THERE’S A PRETTY GOOD CHANCE THAT THINGS ARE NEVER GOING BACK TO NORMAL.     ⋘

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prcphesiied.

              “i am almost one hundred percent sure that bellamy told you to keep me in the camp, so who’s at fault here.” harry. harry is at fault. there’s nothing to even deny that. but she isn’t going to admit to it, offering miller a grin as she ducks past a tree to jog down the trail carefully. “ good thing i’m a great lock pick. and i have you to protect me.” 

           “i’m only here to make sure you make it back. whether or not you’re injured is completely up to you.”   nathan’s not getting paid to babysit, but that doesn’t mean he wants to see the other dead either. plus, it’d be nice to get out of the camp for a little while, at least until he had to drag harry back. bellamy would notice if they were gone too long.   “going anywhere in particular?”

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prcphesiied.

          arms cross over the brunette’s chest, head tipped at the younger girl with a frown. “so, i know in some reality you think you’re going to be walking home alone, and you think that i’m actually going to let that happen.” dark brows lift, head tipped vaguely before waving at the car behind them. “in this reality, that is not going to happen. get in the car. we’ll hit the drive-thru on the way and i’ll hang out with you.” because harryjames will shamelessly toss the girl over their shoulder and toss her in the car.

          “i’ve seen your driving---”   she leaves it at that, eyes blinking wide with a half there smile to lessen the sting. and it’s not that reese doesn’t normally enjoy harry’s company. because she does. a lot of the time, she can be found hanging around harry and clarke while her dad was working. but lately, she’s felt more in the way than anything. and now, with her backpack slung over one shoulder and a flat mountain dew in the other hand, she can’t help but press her lips and shake her head.   “it’s fine, harry. i like walking.”

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                @seasonedmonstersx   /    ♡.

          “you’re dripping water all over my floor.”   she gives him a brief look, lips pursed before turning, taking a few steps towards the bathroom. a few moments later, she reappears and tosses a towel at his face.   “dry off, and then clean up the puddle you’ve made. i’ll be in the kitchen.”   thumb jerks over her shoulder towards the general direction of where she’d be, before anya turns on her heel and walks off again.

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               @scoutsrunner   /   ♡.

           “is it a requirement for you all to learn ninja skills growing up?”   miller sounds exasperated, eyes closed as his head tips back just slightly. there was a brief moment, between her appearing and him realizing it was just a girl, that his hand had flinched towards his weapon; but he’d managed to curl his hand into a fist and ignore the urge. after all, they were trying peace, weren’t they? that’s what clarke said.   “if you’re looking for clarke, she’s not here right now.”