devour the divine

Like Eve in the Garden of Eden, only the sweet fruit of sin can quench your thirst for knowledge.

[corner-m]

??? (Any, you choose)

Let’s go with…

Astoria:

“Do you actually believe the same things the rest of your family believes? Ever feel trapped by it all, like your sister? Are you legitimately forbidden from seeing people outside the approved circle? How are you so ridiculously pretty and scary at the same time?”

Sue:

“Why is it so important for you to preserve all these dark relics? Don’t you get how awful it is to constantly be reminded of that year at Hogwarts by all that shite? Why are you so frustrating to me sometimes? And why do I seem to enjoy being frustrated by you? How have we not driven each other mad yet?”

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wcrringtcn:

“I respect you.”

“Really? Because that isn’t the impression I got.”

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moramcdougal:

“The more you say that, the less I’m going to believe you.”

“Well if you hadn’t brought it up in the first place, I wouldn’t have to repeat myself. And how could you agree with Michael? You know he folds towels horribly– everyone knows that.”

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mandybrocklehvrst:

“What an excellent idea, Sue. I had completely forgotten how to read. Thanks so much for the reminder!”

“Couldn’t help but notice that you needed the help. You know how much I try to be a good friend.”

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ofpucey:

“There’s nothing wrong with being picky. Or being high maintenance.” 

“Most people would disagree, unless,” Sue raised a brow, examining his appearance, “you’re high maintenance yourself?”

[lisve-blog1]

would you shag michael?

“If we were in a relationship, yes. That isn’t bound to happen any time soon though and there’s no use making things complicated between friends. So no, I would not shag Michael.”

[lisve-blog1]

You and Michael seem close. Anything there?

“We’ve been friends for years, of course we’re close. The only thing there is friendship and his contempt for my occupation. I don’t think he’s ever going to come around– fuck. But he’s too good of a friend to give up on me and it irks me that he thinks I need saving.”

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How are people supposed to feel about your obsession with dark magic?

“It’s not an obsession it’s an interest– a curiosity. There’s so much we don’t understand and I think it should be studied. There will always be people who are opposed to it, but there are others who understand.”

[rp-memes-n-things]

For the rest of the day my muse is under a Truth Serum and cannot lie in any way, shape, or form. Use this to your advantage.

Now let the possible embarrassment begin. 

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corner-swiped:

“Oh, please - the edges were fine, just like the corners, borders, and every other part of the towel.” Michael watched Sue grow progressively more rankled by his insistence, decided to drop the subject just as she moved on. He watched her slender figure bolt for her bag, dropping the couch with a thud against the warm wooden floors. The young man placed his hands on his hips, shook his head, and exhaled slowly as she searched for the small plastic semi-circle amongst her other things. “I’m not sweaty,” Michael corrected slowly, surreptitiously glancing down at his shirt to ensure he wasn’t before continuing. “Besides, this is mad, Sue. The first time you sit on that sofa it’s going to shift.” 

Michael stood impatiently at one end of her sofa, tapping his foot impatiently as she searched. He had very few days off, and while helping a friend in need was never a question spending the better part of the afternoon fussing over folded towels or the angle of the couch relative to the wall wasn’t what he’d had in mind. Still, the girl’s last comment piqued his interest, causing Michael to quirk a brow. “Oh, and what’s that? I swear, if it’s a tutorial on how to fold a fitted sheet, I’m going to need a drink first.”

As she continued to search for her protractor, she mumbled. “Of course you think they were fine– you’re satisfied by mediocrity.” She was getting more and more anxious by the misplacement of her protractor. She never lost things. Sue was the type of girl who had a place for everything and kept it there. Her hair was beginning to stick to the nape of her neck and his insistence that he wasn’t sweaty somehow made the feeling in her stomach worse. Dramatically, she turned her torso towards him, arms waving frantically between them, “You are sweaty, I am sweaty, and that’s because my thermostat is clearly broken.”

Scoffing, Sue put her hair up in a messy bun by tying her long hair together in multiple knots. “We’ll use a sticking charm. Or– I don’t know I’ll figure something out, okay?” Sue was all too aware that she sounded mad, but she figured he would be used to it by now. Having dealt with her hair she continued to rummage in her bag unsuccessfully. A sound of anger escaped her lips and without a second thought, she began pulling all of the contents out of the bag and setting them neatly on the couch. It was the Sue Li equivalent of dumping its contents onto the floor. “I’ve already given them that talk. No, this is a more sensitive topic. It’s on how they decided to abandon me after only six months in the Yucatan!”

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mandybrocklehvrst:

“I’m pondering what exactly is happening, Sue. It’s complicated.”

“Maybe turning the page will give you an idea?”

[isnotcomic]

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corner-swiped:

“Don’t start - they were perfectly fine. They’re just going to get used anyhow, aren’t they?” Upon receiving the direction, Michael moved towards the substantial piles of boxes, only to be redirected. The young man threw his hands in the air and shook his head, coming to join his friend at the couch. “Are you going to use your protractor to make sure?” He asked facetiously, rolling his eyes but still grabbing his end. “No wonder Terry and Ant said they couldn’t make it.”

“They were not! The edges weren’t aligned properly and you know how much that bothers me,” her face was turning red from raising her voice. “That’s beside the point, I need order.” Sue had already moved to lift the couch when he suggested the use of a protractor. Her eyes lit up, at the suggestion. She was tempted to jump up and hug him, but instead she moved towards her bag– where she kept a protractor just in case. “That’s a great idea. Ugh, I could kiss you right now if you weren’t so sweaty.” She rummaged in her bag, brows furrowing. It should have been in the pink pouch inside the white one. “Trust me, they’ll be envious of you when they hear what I have to say.”

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wcrringtcn:

“And what did you want, dear?”

“A modicum of respect wouldn’t be too much to ask for would it?”

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corner-swiped:

“I’m not disagreeing - but you’ve refolded that one six times. I swear, when you owled me to get me to help, I thought I’d be moving a few boxes, not watching you refold laundry.”

“If you had folded them properly the first time, I wouldn’t have had to refold them. And if you’re so set on moving boxes– the ones with blue tape go in the bathroom, green in the kitchen, red in the bedroom, and black go in the closet.” She stood from the couch, pointing at each set of boxes before thinking better of it. “But first, help me move this couch fifteen degrees anti-clockwise?”

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corner-swiped:

“You can keep repeating it, that won’t make it true though. It’s fine, you can just give in and admit it. Some of us are just anal.”

“Everyone knows that you tri-fold towels, Michael. That’s just common sense. I am not being anal.”

[lisve-blog1]

“I am not high maintenance! I just like things a certain way.”