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indie percival graves | loved by scotch

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            scotch.    sorry i haven’t been on guys.    ever since sal.ly face updated,  i’ve been in that kind of groove and it has become my time.    i’d say i’ll try to be on here today,  but i don’t know   --   as it is also the weekend and they’re the busiest times for me on the farm.    i will try to be on at some point in the next few days,  but don’t know when.    i’ll most likely be over here on layne (  because i really want to get him started up again guys i love him  )   or here on sal  (  whom i remade a month ago but then abandoned and now picked back up again  ).    i do love you all and thank you guys for sticking around.

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        scotch.    sorry i haven’t been active here but lemme just say i won’t be tonight because i’m at the moment screaming about a certain game that updated not long ago and i just caught wind and played the newest episode and i’m

screaming

loudly

bc

WHY SAL NO.

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                                                    — ❛ HOGWASH!

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┆ lestrange ┆

            she’s almost  surprised  to hear that he knew him.  CREDENCE,  who had endured so much  pain…  so much so that he had  aurors  looking after him.  and it was all  her  fault.  she doesn’t show the  ACHE  that fills her chest,  instead casts eyes toward the ground as the wizard speaks.  “ i’m sure that had something to do with it, ”  she agrees,  picking at her nails anxiously.  “ grindelwald can be very…  manipulative.  i’m sure credence doesn’t realize he’s done any wrong. ”

        “    if anything,  grindelwald has probably convinced credence that the world owes him,  and that he should be allowed to take as he pleases.    ”    that was something he had come to learn from the man whilst being in his captivity.    as much as the man was a snake in the grass,   he was a competent one.    graves loathed the thought that credence could have been fooled so easily,  but he was broken for so long.    any chance of stability must have seemed like a breath of fresh air.    “    i’m not sure if credence knows that it wasn’t me who betrayed him.    from what i’ve heard,  he was near destroyed before grindelwald was revealed.    any chance i would like to take to help may not work in anyone’s favor but his...    ”

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┆ theseus ┆

Shallow laughter leaves him, taking the title in good faith. Usually, he didn’t. His jaw would clench at the sound, eyes darken. Memories he wanted only to forget would attempt to come flooding in  –––  but it was not the case when Percival used it. No, he suspected it held as much weight to him as it did to Theseus.   ❛  Why, thank you. I am quite spectacular, you’re right.  ❜

Theseus cocks an eyebrow as the man cannot resist the urge to straighten his tie, and only if for the sake of being contrary, he loosens his own and undoes the first button of his shirt. The two options put before him are dully considered as a smile plays on his lips. The Englishman finally nods, casting a knowing glance to his companion.  ❛  Seems to me like both those answers can work at the very same time. Not exactly mutually exclusive, are they? One thing I know for absolute certainty is: all this talk of prohibition has made me thirstier.  ❜  

       “    did i say you were spectacular??    ”    another tease,  another jab,  though,  just as the others had been,  one with light hearted intentions.    theseus was a man of many talents and positive attributes,  one that truly was spectacular   --   even if percival refused to say so at the moment.    there was no chance that the other would gain a big head if he agreed,  so that was a worry as far from his mind as a thought could be.    but he couldn’t pass up the chance to get another tease in when it was handed to him.

another roll of his eyes as theseus undid a few buttons of his shirt and loosened his tie,  though he did not expect anything less of the man.    percival had to fight the urge to fix it just to mess with him back,  keeping his hands in his jacket pockets as they turned a corner and neared the speakeasy.    “    i suppose they’re not.    you can choose both answers if they fit well enough.    and keep it together,  we’re almost there.    ”

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“It’s not that bad.”

        “    until you leave it,  or try to fix it yourself,  and it gets worse.    much worse.    ”    though he was truly not one to preach.    there had been many times when he had been injured and left it alone,  only for something to get in it and force him to fight an infection instead of initially just letting it heal.    but it was because of his experience that he knew better than to let it be.    “    go get it treated now.    ”

      ┆ @internationalauror​.    .&.    injury/injured. ┆

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Mister Graves, is that really you? /France verse :)

        “    graves??    is that really a name??    ”    quite a depressing one,  and perhaps that was a bit rude of him to start out with,  but he couldn’t help the curiosity as it surfaced when the woman called him out.    he let out a huff of a laugh and shook his head after a moment.    “    ah,  désolée.    but who are you looking for??    ”

      ┆ @aurortina. ┆

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“My last words better not be stupid.”

        “    your last words will be ‘you were right,  percival’.    ”    a huff of a laugh and a small smile passed over his lips,  as percival helped theseus stand up from the ground.    “    the next time i tell you something might have a snare set,  heed my warning.    ”    investigations of a warehouse rumored to be host to illegal activities had been going well.    a few criminals were apprehended,  contraband in custody,  and they only had a few more areas to scour.    theseus had walked in without checking for any traps set,  and received a blunt force shock to his upper body.    he didn’t seem to have any grave injuries,  but he did seem stunned.    “    got the wind knocked out of you,  right??    ”

      ┆ @bornauror.    .&.    injury/injured. ┆

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“Just… Stay here and I’ll get help.”

        “    no   –   i’m fine.    thank you,  but i’ll be alright.    ”    a smile was offered behind the handkerchief as blood dripped from his nose,  head pulsing and pounding as flashes of images he didn’t understand passed before his eyes.    sometimes this happened,  sometimes he would see something and images would crop up.    he didn’t know where they were from,  if he had seen them before,  but they were oddly familiar and yet so foreign.    the last time it happened,  he nearly fell from the shock in his head.    he was glad this woman was here to offer help.

      ┆ @queeniestein.    .&.    injury/injured. ┆

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“That doesn’t look good.”

        his hand was shaking again,  an action not out of fear or chill,  but of nerves damaged beyond repair.    it was something he tried to hide,  yet even with his left hand grasping the other tight and massaging it,  the tremors refused to abate.    graves curled those fingers into a fist and squeezed the fist tight in his other hand.    “    it’s nothing you need to worry about.    ”

      ┆ @vndeluscus.    .&.    injury/injured. ┆

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“We need to get you to a hospital.”

        “    i’m fine.    ”    he would seek help once their case was done,  once the assailant had been captured and was in processing.    the near hole in his side,  blood stopping when he singed the wound and forced it shut,  making a mental note to learn quick healing charms and spells when he had the chance.    graves had never been a healer,  something people would notice if they saw under his clothing.    “    we’re moving on.    i’ll survive.    ”

      ┆ @oncelovcd.    .&.    injury/injured. ┆

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❛ Wow. That’s vandalism. ❜

        “    yes,  it is.    ”    though it wasn’t news to him.    ever since their capture of grindelwald and the reveal that he had infiltrated MACUSA a while back without notice,  people were losing their faith in the aurors that fought for them.    different forms of graffiti were popping up on and in the building,  causing them to heighten security even more than they already had after everything they had been through.    a sigh escaped and he pinched the bridge of his nose.    “    i’ll have someone come and deal with this.    ”

      ┆ @guillodead.    .&.    angel. ┆

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❛ I am nobody’s link to anybody. ❜

        “    so you’re here on your own.    ”    no wand,  no permit,  and yet he could wield magic better than anyone he had seen before and used it to mess with people,  as he seemed to enjoy.    the man had been brought in and graves was dealing with him himself,  though the exhaustion he received from the vague or seemingly ridiculous answers was creeping up on him.    “    you can’t go around doing as you’ve been.    interference with no-maj’s is forbidden.    ”

      ┆ @vaennadr.    .&.    angel. ┆

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"I didn't feel anything. Did you feel anything?"

        “    i feel as if my time has been wasted   –   but that’s it.    ”    no-maj’s pretending to be able to wield magic,  using nothing but tricks and plants in the crowd so as to fool the rest.    if he had seen it before,  he’d seen it a thousand times,  and this was no different.    at least someone else wasn’t falling for the ploy.

      ┆ @derbefehl.    .&.    angel. ┆

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        scotch.    i am probably going to stick to the im for the next few hours or until i stop being tired,  so like this and i’ll pop into yours.

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        scotch.    so i officially hate myself and i don’t know if i’m going to be carried into full time for the job i have right now.    there was a mixup on the schedule,  the times were wrong,  and i asked my manager wednesday what that was.    she said that i didn’t have to come in yesterday because the hours were just messed up.    but then one of the other managers messages me on the app we use to group chat,  and i did not get the notification and not only was i fucked over for my hours this week but the manager i was supposed to help was fucked last night too.    i explained that the app didn’t tell me i got a message,  and offered to do more work.    but i’m fucking.    i can’t change the past but i’m pissed at the app and at myself and just.    i fucking hate this.