and she would bow to no one

Erika Rowle | 20 | Martial Artist "Dangerous girl, seductive as the weather Shall I adore your snows and frost together? In your relentless winter shall I feel A kiss more sharp than that of ice and steel?"

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I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[merrittrps]

“He was wrong back there. About you being weak.”

The Defenders ► 01x05 - Take Shelter

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Fire in her eyes, ice in her voice.

Agatha Christie, The Mysterious Affair at Styles (via musingisms)

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lcszlo:

“we should really put smoke detectors in here.” he speaks absently, lying on his couch as he stares at the ceiling. the door and window are open in a not-so-subtle attempt at clearing out the smoke which continues to linger in the living room and kitchen. he lifts his hand and bites off a piece of jerky, acting far too casual for someone who could’ve possibly burned down the apartment building.

The words were ones that should have been filled with concern but instead seemed to hold no emotion. Much like her own words usually did. “You should light the whole floor on fire instead. Starting with Shafiq’s room,” Erika drawled in response her answer blank and just as empty.

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tacitvm:

Getting back so late Tracey was worried she might get into trouble but her boss had added six new stories for tomorrow’s paper on her desk just as she was about to leave. Exhausted, she’d managed to stop for some food on the way back, no way was she gonna cook after such a long day. But, as was her luck, the paper bag tore just as she got to her door. “Are you just gonna stand there and stare?”

Sitting in the hallways with her cats seemed to happen often for Erika when she wanted a bit of alone time. The staircase was too hot of a spot for her. In that current moment she was meditating as Tracey walked in and she didn’t even move from her spot. The words spilling from the other girls lips not coming through as there were earbuds in her ears. She wasn’t staring but concentrating.

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hestiaofcarrow:

The wind did nothing to hide the creak of the door that lead to the roof as it swung open. The last notes of her guitar got eaten and swept away with the sudden uptake of breeze crawling up the sides of the building. She didn’t move from her cross legged spot on the ground, arms settling long over her instrument before looking over her shoulder at her visitor. 

“I don’t remember inviting anyone for a private concert.”

“I don’t remember seeing a sign that said Hestia only on the roof,” Erika answered sharply not willing to verbally spare over something so silly as sharing space. It was simple enough. The roof was fair game. Hopping up onto the ledge Erika started to walk along it not even bothering to continue the conversation. She didn’t mind either of the Carrows. She felt more fond of Flora in some cases but otherwise she was content enough to be around them. That still didn’t make her entirely talkative.

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shcfiq:

“sister say she love him some — god is jammin’ on the run.“ head bob, hip swivel, shimmy. the likes of michael jackson’s SUPERFLY SISTER blared through the cd player of shafiq’s shared flat. “mother’s preaching abraham — brothers, they don’t give a damn !” head bob, hip swivel, shimmy. the former slytherin sang along shamelessly, the raspiness of her voice adding to the grit of the song. “johnny’s begging pretty pl—-” knock, knock. “oh for merlin’s sake !” qadira huffed, shuffling toward the door as more rapid knocking persisted. she slid the door chain to the left, unlatched the lock and opened the door. “yes ? is there a problem ?”

Fist pounding on the door Erika had momentarily considered blasting the door down but her flatmate finally answered. Her bo staff slammed into the room with lightening speed coming dangerously close to Qadira’s face. “Shafiq. I will cut off all your hair while you sleep if you don’t turn that down. You have all day to play that but you insist on waiting until I’m home?”

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florcarrow:

Her jump was enough to make Flor raise her eyes from the book, the tiniest bit of an impressed smirk on her lips. They didn’t return to the words, as she instead closed the book and sat back against the wall, eyes glued to the other girl. “Rowle.” A hand reached to pull back Moros, who had quickly started to prepare to jump, probably thinking of jabbing his paws at Erika. To Flor, however, he had nothing but head nudgings to give. “Love poems. Save the cynicism. Some people like pretty words dripping romance.”

Her brow raised as Flora explained before quickly dismissing any reply Erika would have given. “How do you know which words I like. Perhaps I’m secretly a hopeless romantic,” Erika prompted with an amused sort of look. She had been. Maybe she still was. It didn’t matter though. She wouldn’t let anyone close enough to break her again. Not after loosing her entire family. Erika would stay alone and keep people at arm’s length. “Either way I would never judge you. You’ve always done the same for me.”

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daydreams-decay:

Cassius had just woken from a nap and was wandering around in a drowsy manner. They were drawn to the sound of movement subconsciously, yawning as they turned the corner to the woman shadow-sparring. They stifled their yawn and began to watched with fascination. 

After enough time passed that made them feel unsure if she was aware of their presence or not, Cassius spoke up, “When you gonna teach me how to do that?” after a rather impressive demonstrations. 

The eyes on her were something Erika could sense very well but she didn’t say anything as whomever it was remained silent. She preferred silence far more than attempting civil conversation. She didn’t have the energy to pretend to care about stupid trivial things like the weather or whatever else people decided to chat about. As she rounded off a set she heard the other finally speak and glanced over to find Cassius. “I teach classes nearly every day,” Erika stated plainly. “Unfortunately you’ll have to deal with common folk.” Her words in reference to the fact that she had taken a completely mundane muggle job. She didn’t care whom she taught as long as they appreciated the craft but she knew the people she lived with and some of them might.

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mbulstrcde:

Millie regretfully stood from her favorite reading chair. She wouldn’t have left her room all day, but her stomach was gently ( loudly ) rumbling. She hummed softly as she made her way through the maze of books on her floor. She would’ve sung loudly ( wanted nothing more than to belt out ), but she was painfully aware that she sounded like a drunken, near-dead cat when she sang. Anyone who could hear knew it. Even her humming was sad off-key rendition. Moving into the main area of her flat, Millie came face-to-face with a swinging sword. Startled, the book she was holding fell to the floor with a thump. “Woah!” she exclaimed, backing up to the wall. 

The thump paired with the surprised exclamation brought the smallest of smirks to Erika’s face but she kept her demeanor unchanged. “Millicent,” Erika drawled absently as she continued to same pattern which was just meant as a warm up for her. “Go on. I won’t harm you,” she tacked on as the other girl stood there. She wasn’t the fondest of her flatmates but she didn’t plan to lay a hand on them either. She enjoyed her somewhat violent activities but they were hobbies and usually not applied unless someone else prompted her.

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ronansavery:

ronan cursed under his breath, was beginning to wonder how and WHEN his room had become the new acanthia walk hang-out, his door more revolving than shut, these days. he’d have to do something rash, he supposed, pick a fight maybe, or break through a wall. that might discourage them ( for a while, at least. the potions he brewed, the company he kept, they were the things that left nosy people awake at night )

“ sure, go ahead, make yourself at home. ” he muttered dryly, watching as she sprawled across his unmade bed, the one he had been planning to occupy sooner rather than later. no sleep again tonight, it seemed, so he pulled out a cigarette and went back to brewing his potion, the steam of which he was starting to inhale ( was that making him high, or was it the molly he’d popped a couple hours ago ? )

The muttered curse was ignored as the quiet of his room seeped into her immediately calming her nerves. Either that or it was whatever potion he was making. Erika was fine either way. “It’s not like you were making use of the space,” she retorted when he made a comment about her sprawling in his bed. “And you’re more than welcome to join. Just keep your hands to yourself of I’ll have to break them.”

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Hearing the footsteps Erika was well aware of her surroundings. She would assume it was her flatmate. If not it was one of the others in the house and with a sword in hand if she didn’t want them there they would know it. She was working through basic steps just out of boredom but that didn’t mean she was seeking company so she didn’t say a word to whomever it was.

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ronansavery:

he hadn’t heard it, the first time. absinthe was screeching, tearing book after book off the shelf ( she wanted attention, but fuck if he’d give it to her now, the bitch ). the window was open, muggle traffic the soundtrack to whatever it was he was mixing today ; cauldron bubbling over a misty grey, blue swirls followed lazy, like an after thought. it was the second knock that caught his attention, sharper, louder, unexpected.

“ what– ” forgoing the pleasantries ( they’d all lived here long enough, now, to know ronan was quite the opposite of pleasant ) he cracked the door just enough, a smokey haze spilling out from behind him. “–do you want.”

In an attempt to mix up her usual way of greeting Ronan, Erika had opted to knock just for the hell of it. It didn’t work until the second time and she knew she wouldn’t be doing that again. Lunging at the door she pushed it open knowing full well it would crash into him unless he moved now that he had seen it was her. “Came to enjoy your company,” Erika answered dryly as she moved into the room and collapsed onto his bed. “Hey Absinthe,” she greeted the bird slightly more emotion in her tone but just barely.

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florcarrow:

“I won’t move.” Flora warned, without giving as much as a glance at the figure approaching her. The stairs were cold and the light way too dim for her to be there reading, but the residents of 8 Acanthia Walk were more than used to finding her in the almost darkness, sitting with a book, outside of her flat. The old cat beside her feet hissed, as if to solidify her words. Moros, however, could actually be a menace, but he immediately shut up when she started petting him, her eyes still stuck on the page.

The words floated down in the dim staircase and Erika took them simply as an instruction for her to change her pace. A bit quicker and she hit the step before Flora and sprang to the one above her with catlike ease. She’d always wondered how her cats did it when she was little and thus she herself had learned. Giving a hiss back to Moros she glanced down at Flora. “Carrow,” she greeted fondly, which seemed a bit blank in tone but for her was as good as it got. “Which book is it this time?”

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vrosier:

i’m yelling victoria would just. shove food down her throat like you gotta be involved you gotta 

I think eventually they’ll get along. Erika will like her spirit and determination. Not that she’d ever admit it. And she’ll still glare and not eat