Wild Boy ;;

Maverick Wood. ⊰ seventeen · gryffindor ⊱ —— "he is a wild boy made up of peeling paint and old church windows. the stained glass and scripture line his chapped lips like sparks and breath heavy cigarette smoke (good lord if only you could help yourself) (the dust settles around him like a halo and you forget you’re not supposed to breathe in)" ——

[brxnwyntravers-blog]

A bad reminder, that’s all she was. Bronwyn lamented that she should’ve kept her mouth shut and allowed Maverick to pass in peace. “It’s fine, sorry. I didn’t mean to snap.” Futile attempts to remain calm barely held out a second before the rigidness took over her frame, and her eyes drifted onto anything but the boy lest they should well up in front of him. “I understand. It’s rather stuffy in there.” Even not looking, Bronwyn could feel his body language, that he wanted to leave. “It’s okay, Maverick. You can go. I won’t blame you for it.”

[chasingmaverck-blog]

Maverick shook his head, “It was my fault, honestly, I should have said something. My bad, really.” This was harder than he imagined. Of course, they’d ran into each other several times before but it hurt a little bit more each time they did. He did  want to leave but that didn’t mean he wanted to leave her. “Bronwyn. --Come with me? We haven’t spoken much since...but I miss you.”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

But he could not tell her he loved her. He held her hand. Happiness is this, he thought.

Virginia Woolf, from “Mrs Dalloway” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[brxnwyntravers-blog]

“I didn’t realise anyone else had left the party,” Bronwyn breathed, audibly and visually shaken by the surprise of the second presence. She sat at the bottom of a staircase, previously looking out an adjacent window. “Some warning would have been welcomed. Are you lost?”

[chasingmaverck-blog]

Maverick finally got up the courage to make it back through the Great Hall, slipping past the crowd as fast as he could until he made it to the staircase. However, the voice that perked up was a surprise to him -- in more ways than one. “Um--” e turned, willing himself to run the other way; he’d hurt her enough no need to stick around and hurt her some more. “I’m, uh, sorry. That was my fault...not lost just, um, need a bit of quiet..”

[maxirons4i]

[blazinghaert-blog]

“Why the fuck would anyone smoke in the middle of the hallway? That’s bloody idiotic. And against the rule, I’m pretty sure.”

[blazinghaert-blog]

[chasingmaverck-blog]

“Nasty habit. My apologies. Just thought I could actually get to class on time without having to go to the tower.”

[stelwars]

[chasingmaverck-blog]

“I’ve got my dad’s height and smoking habit. But I think I’ve got my mum’s looks and sensibilities.”  – Max Irons

[chasingmaverck-blog]

Curses, Jinxes and Hexes Prompts.

Crucio - My character's most painful memory or fear.

Fiendfyre - The first person my character "had the hots for."

Imperius - Ever been forced to do something you didn't want to?

Lycocomia - Views on werewolves, vampires, etc.

Alohomora - A secret my character has kept locked away.

Cheering Charm - 3 things that makes my character happy.

Obliviate - Something my character wishes they could undo/forget.

Geminio - What my character would do if cloned for an hour.

Morsmordre - My character's thoughts on the Dark Arts.

Nox - 1 thing my character regrets the most.

Portus - The best place my character has visited or lived.

Avada Kedavra - My character's reaction if yours died.

Expecto Patronum - The happiest memory my character has with yours.

Langlock - Something my character wishes they could say to yours.

Unbreakable Vow - A promise my character will never break.

Mucus ad Nauseuam - What my character would do if yours was sick.

Lumos - 1 thing my character is proud to have done.

Confringo - How good is my character at duelling?

[flawlessgentlemen]

I mean, it’s fine when you’re a kid and someone runs into the playground and goes, ‘I’ve got this great game of pretend,’ and you play… As an actor, getting to play, getting to use your imagination and be childish - it is weird but it’s wonderful.

[steepedmilk]

you can’t love a wild boy” he is wild boy made of hurricane winds and brittle bird bones (voodoo lips and cemetery kisses never tasted so much like magic) in the deep south judas is hailed as a mixed race child, he is a crowned king, the devil’s own, dust mingled with deliverance in the fevered air (it gets in the blood stream and not even the holy spirit can get that out) he is a wild boy made up of peeling paint and old church windows. the stained glass and scripture line his chapped lips like sparks and breath heavy cigarette smoke (good lord if only you could help yourself) (the dust settles around him like a halo and you forget you’re not supposed to breathe in)

odes to boys who know that they’re dying pt. 4 (via apollq)