On My Own

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handsbloodied·:

“as long as you’re good at being hit on, it pretty much is.” that was a constant for her and she was sure if the other woman had hopped behind the bar with her, then she would have gotten the exact same string of weird and flirty compliments from guys who had one too many and thought that they really could get the bartender’s number, despite… most of the other guys there trying to do the exact same thing. it was the same anywhere. “well, maybe not the fighting part, but i think the rest would be fine,” she shrugged. “yep,” she said as she grabbed the bottle to refill the woman’s drink.

She shrugged, unsure. She didn’t say that she wasn’t hit on often and instead laughed gently at the next thing the bartender said. “But that seems like it would be the best part.” She joked. Once the drink was refilled she took a sip from it and then looked over her shoulder at the other drunks. Most were there with someone but she was by herself, as usual. She turned back to the bartender. “Although I bet working here messes with your sleep schedule.”

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thepeakofmountalodiel·:

kyr book falls to the ground and flaps its pages desperately in the slight breeze. the reader catches kyneself with kyr cane, pressing carefully on it as kye regains kyr balance. “i-…ignosce mihi,” kye stammers out softly, knitting kyr brows once the other keeps talking. the other’s language confuses kyne.

is this not a sacred language? kye asks kyrself mentally. the language of the rites… then, kye remembers. in this world, the reverse is true of kyr own place – the only language like sahrian had stopped being spoken here long ago, and even so, it has never been called sahrian in this world, at least not to kyr knowledge. while lost in thought, kye barely notices that the other is spitting obscenities at kyne.

the reader slowly bends down and picks up kyr book, hand on top of kyr gnarled cane all the while. after retrieving the literature, kye looks at éponine.

“salutiam – i mean…salutations…” the reader greets slowly. “why are you crying?”

She scoffed and shook her head. Straightening her posture she crossed her arms and paced a couple of steps before stopping. No, she was not interested in talking to whoever this was, especially not about something so personal. She just wanted to stop thinking. Stop thinking about Marius, about what she had done. “It’s really none of your business.” She said simply as she brushed the tears away from her face. “Just watch where you’re going, okay?”

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cherryslurpeesandrevolution·:

“I’m sure there’s more than a few ways to knock the door down and it’s likely they’re all illegal,” Enjolras replied, standing with her. Looking to the door that led to his own residence on the floor, Enjolras felt the dread of returning to the quiet space creep back in and before he thought things through completely, he was offering to keep her company if she was going to trek back out into the night to find her missing room key. “Or you can have my bed for the night if you don’t want to lose any more sleep. I don’t have much need for it myself so it’s yours if you wish.” Enjolras didn’t understand why he was so comfortable offering Éponine access to his rooms but offer he did because he knew that it would be okay. In a strange way, it felt familiar to him but he kept that to himself. Likely, he’d not get much sleep anyway, so at least he’d have his thoughts to spend time with and try to form some understanding of.

She rolled her eyes at him mentioning that it was likely illegal but chose not to comment on it. Plenty of things were illegal, some for good reason she thought, but she also believed a bunch of laws were useless and meant to be ignored. Breaking down the door to your own residence, she thought was one such law. She was surprised when he offered to let her stay in his room but nodded. “That would be incredible, I'll be less grouchy at you tomorrow for it." She grinned. "I’m a bit surprised you offered, I didn’t take you for the type to bed young women.” She teased, stifling a laugh. The idea of staying the night in his room didn’t bother her much, either. She had stayed the night with people she barely knew in the past to avoid her father so it was nothing new for her. 

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“Marius?” She whispered, her eyes wide as she saw a man walk by. She couldn’t stop her mind from giving itself to impulse and ran up to catch up to the man. Would he hate her? She would understand if he did. Still, she had to talk to him. “Marius!” She grabbed his shoulder, and upon seeing the man’s face, the face that certainly did not belong to Marius, she stumbled back. “Sorry.” She mumbled before turning an running the opposite direction. Stupid girl. He’s dead. You saw to that. Her vision blurred as she thought back to those memories, the few she had with him. He didn’t even think of you. She rounded a corner, breath hitched as tears swarmed. He thought you were ugly. 

She wasn’t sure where she was going but for whatever reason, she wanted to put as much distance between herself and the man she had foolishly mistaken to be Marius. You betrayed him. As she ran she collided hard against another individual and stepped back. “Oh, fuck off!” She shouted, panting as she put her hands on her knees. She knew it was her fault for running into the other but she just wanted a damn break. “Merde. You know if you see someone running it’s a good idea to step aside and not get in their way.” She spat, tears still pouring down her face. 

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herohairtm·:

[  open starter  ]

❝  how can i help you ?  ❞   stefan asked as he approached the person who had walked into the mechanic shop. he grabbed a nearby towel and began wiping his hands off. 

“I was wondering if you knew where the main road is from here? I got lost in my thoughts while I was walking and I don’t really know this street. I’m trying to get back to the resort.”

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intvrritus·:

“ can we tone down the swearing around my kid ? i don’t really want THAT to be part of her language. she’s only a kid. “ 

She looked over when she heard someone speaking, presumably to her. She hadn’t noticed a kid there, and while she didn’t see the point in shielding children from what was only words, it wasn’t her business. “Sure, mhm.” She said with a nod. “Don’t have to go into a lecture about it, I’m not your kid. It's really just part of being in public, people say things, it's not a personal attack.”

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imagincation·:

“One more look and I forget everything, woah, Mamma Mia, here I go again, my, my how can I resist you?” Donna sings in the hotel bar, there was a stage for people to do karaoke, and her co-worker didn’t need to convince her twice to get up on stage to sing something. Once the song finishes though, she smiles and takes a seat for a moment before looking over at the other. “Are you gonna get up there to sing? You definitely should, it’d be a lot of fun!”

“Oh god, I would really have to be drunker. I don’t mind singing in front of people but there’s no way I’m following you.” She joked with a shake of her head. 

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gothsandclowns·:

A laugh escaped her lips, before turning into a smirk. She took her bat, staring at the woman dead in the eyes before she swung it into what little glass was remaining. “Honey you need to relax. All that frowning is gonna give your cute little face wrinkles.” Another laugh escaped her as she walked closer to the black haired woman. She seemed so uptight! Clearly she didn’t get the joke. The joke that had been shocked into her head and burned into her brain by acid. The joke that protected her from her own conscience. “When has crime ever been so serious?” She had murdered people and fired guns all the while laughing. Of course she came to Woodshore for freedom from all that, but it was hard to escape herself. Years of habits didn’t go away in a day. 

She rolled her eyes at the odd woman’s response. She seemed to careless to Éponine, making chit chat right by the rather obvious crime scene. She could tell she wasn’t concerned about it. Maybe she was the type to eat cops, she thought. Still, Éponine had experienced jail and didn’t see why anyone would risk putting themselves there by being so sloppy. She understood why people stole, she had done it herself. She just didn't understand the excess. Of course, she knew jails and prisons weren’t as bad these days, but the loss of freedom is always akin to death. “I don’t know, maybe I just think it’s stupid of you? It’s really not my business though so don’t listen to me. I was only talking. I know I would hate to go to jail over a fucking purse.”

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rcwrittcndcstiny·:

Minerva smiled, just a thin curve to her lips, as the girl took a seat. The Scottish witch had never been particularly expressive, even with her family, hiding everything she felt like she had once tried to hide her magic from her father. “You would be surprised by what I’d believe. I might be old, but I do have an open mind.” After all, she was a talented witch dealing with changes in reality, times pulled together into this one place. “I came here to help my students. They have a knack for finding trouble, so even though they’ve graduated, I’ll keep an eye out for them.” No matter what, that was always her priority. She had chosen a path, and she’d stuck to it, without ever regretting the path not taken. 

“Oh? What if I told you I was secretly a magical green tiger that lives off of raw eggs and toilet water?” She asked sarcastically, trying to divert the question. It was hard for her to talk to people about her past, so far she only had with Enjolras, and only because she wanted him to tell her what became of her brother and Marius. Since then, it was generally a subject she avoided. She was still grieving all that had happened and still walked with guilt over her head for leading Marius to his death. It had been her intention to do so, but regret had found her at Woodshore. “But that’s cool that you’re a teacher. I can see the air about you, I bet you were strict.”

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rcwrittcndcstiny·:

Clint couldn’t help the utter look of devastation that crossed his face when she said the shop was closed, staggering with his hand over his heart. “You’ve dealt me a mortal blow.” He had no intentions of making her stay later than she had to, now that he knew, but he did hope to make her laugh at his antics since she seemed to be having a tough day.

As much as she wanted to be snarky, she couldn’t help but find his melodramatic cheekiness somewhat endearing. She laughed and nodded, putting a hand on her hip. “I’m good at dealing those out. It’s actually a skill I’ve been honing over my entire life, glad to see I’ve finally reached the point where it can be done with just my words.” She joked with a sarcastic smirk. “Sorry, though. I’m pretty eager to get home so although you’re funny, it is still closed. You'll have to make me really die laughing if you're going to convince me to change my mind.”

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vnillatwilght·:

“saw what?” he inquires, innocently, blinking his lashes at her. “have no idea what you’re talking about, mate.” he tilts his head, before shaking it. “i’m ezekiel.” he introduces, extending his hand to her, “you were one, weren’t you. thief, pickpocket, whatever you want to call it. this is a bit easy for me. but it’s a habit at this point.” he admits, shrugging, “i’m used to bigger scores and whatnot.”

She rolled her eyes and was about to walk off before he held out his hand and introduced himself. She smirked and shook his hand. “Éponine.” She introduced. She crossed her arms at his next question and nodded her head. He really did remind her of Montparnasse, she thought again. “Somewhat. Usually, I just kept watch for cops but I stole when I had to.” She answered with a shrug. “You tell all this to a stranger, you know I could be a snitch.” She warned, although her smirk gave away that she wasn't. It wasn't her business. As long as he didn't steal from her, she couldn't be bothered.

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handsbloodied·:

a little snort followed and wynonna gave a nod of her head, pushing forward the still full shot glass toward the other woman. she probably needed it. but she didn’t hesitate to refill her own shot glass, too. “have you ever met a sober bartender that didn’t suck at their job?” she questioned. “because i haven’t. and trust me, i’ve been to a lot of different bars.”

“Fair enough, maybe I should become a bartender. Sounds like a party.” She joked. Of course, she wasn’t sure if she would be hired considering she was only eighteen. She didn’t know how far her fake ID would get her so she’d stick with the cafe. She thanked the brunette for the shot glass and threw it back, exhaling at the strong taste of liquor. “I mean, if I could get drunk at work I’d definitely make it a party. Dance on tables, start fights with people that can’t hold their liquor, the whole nine yards. Although, that may be why I shouldn’t be a bartender.” She laughed and shook her head, eying her empty glass of brandy. “Can I get another?” She asked, pointing to her glass.

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rcwrittcndcstiny·:

Her eyes widened, hearing thatEponine came from the same city that she loved so much. “Really?” Excited tosee someone from home, she reached over and squeezed her new friend’s hand.“It’s so different to here, isn’t it? I miss seeing the Eiffel Tower.” With thetray now in the oven, Marinette could turn her attention to the next part ofher work, tidying up. “I needed to do something while I work on my designs.Even though everything is free here, still feels wrong to just stay in myapartment creating.”

“The Eiffel Tower is an ugly hunk of metal,” She said with a scoff and a shake of her head. “I mean, no offense, it’s just a metal triangle. Not even a perfect triangle, at that. I don’t see the excitement over it.” She had seen pictures of what Paris looked like today, and while she must say it was cleaner than her Paris, the Eiffel Tower was not a beautiful feat of architecture to her. Much like Parisians at the time when it was first built, she didn’t like the look of it. “What sort of designs?” She asked curiously as she shifted her weight against the counter and crossed her arms. 

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I got a new laptop charger finally! So glad to finally have my laptop back, I thought it was going to be another two weeks. I’ll be replying to threads now if anyone does want to start something new then like this and I’ll send you a starter! I play Joly as well, if you don’t specify which muse I’ll pick at random who the starter is from. 

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rcwrittcndcstiny·:

Minerva had spent a lifetime –two, really – understanding that what people said did not match to what theymeant. Sometimes, it was even easier. The young woman clearly didn’t want to behere. “Thank you, mademoiselle.” She responded easily, before gesturing to theseat in front of her. “As I am the only person in here right now, why don’t youtake a moment to sit? Tell me what brought you from France to Woodshore.”

She was somewhat surprised, both by the madame using the familiar French formality, and mostly, the offer she extended. This was a first. Most customers just wanted their coffee or tea and then to be left alone, which she was more than happy to do for them. Although, sitting down did sound nice and it couldn’t hurt with nobody else being there. She sat down and rested her arms on the table. “Thank you.” She said, not falsely polite as she had been at first. She laughed at the woman’s question and shook her head. "Ha! That’s a long story and you wouldn’t believe it.” She answered dismissively. Explaining that she died in a rebellion and then wound up there with a letter was far fetched, even to her, and she was the one that experienced it. “What about you, what brought you to Woodshore?”

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rcwrittcndcstiny·:

Jasper stood in the shadowstowards the edge of the beach, well aware that sunlight would betray him.Fortunately for him, the sun was slowly seeping away. Unfortunately for him, hewas not the only person on the beach. Caught by his hunger, he’d found himselffocusing on her. It would be so easy. One quick movement, and he could sate hishunger. She wouldn’t even feel anything, he’d take that away too. But hecouldn’t. Alice had given him a different path, the Cullens had shown him abetter life than the one he’d lived after he was first turned. When the womanfinally spoke, he made more of an effort to look as though he was human. “Oh,my apologies, ma’am. I must have zoned out.” He gave her smile, although itwasn’t quite as easy as he’d like.

She narrowed her eyes and nodded her head slowly. She couldn’t help but feel it was rather odd, him standing off to the side, staring right at her. It was odd, she thought. “It’s fine. Just maybe don’t zone out while staring at strangers, it’s unsettling.” She remarked, before letting out a sigh and shaking her head. Every passing day at Woodshore seemed to bring with it a new strange interaction. She supposed she should expect it by now, considering she was supposed to be dead, she was strange in her own way. Plus, she was learning that life in this time period, along with how people interacted, was rather different. Perhaps she was the weird one. 

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handsbloodied·:

“you know what i love about my job?” wynonna doesn’t offer much pause between her words, two shot glasses set down on the counter and filling both of them. one is picked up and tossed back, slamming it back down on the counter. “it is the only job where it’s totally acceptable and expected to actually drink on the job.”

“Wait really?” Éponine asked, raising her eyebrows as she leaned forward. “Why the fuck am I a barista.” She muttered with a shake of her head. She could only get away drinking coffee on the job when she paid for it and did it where customers couldn’t see. “Are you actually expected to? Like if you didn’t, you’d be the odd one out, even where your manager is concerned?”