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[sonicanary]

       “ I am the BLACK CANARY.  & I take shit from precisely NO ONE.  ”    since 2k16. 

[onceiworeatrenchcoat]

Her entire world was falling apart and it seemed like Asriel either wasn’t noticing this fact, or didn’t care. Like always though, she bottled up this distress, not letting even half an ounce of it show. She wasn’t the kind of person who appeared to be emotional, especially in times like this.

“I’ve told you what I think was necessary, so I don’t wish to speak about this further.” She didn’t want to fall apart. Marisa felt like she slowly was. She knew all the ways that this could go horribly wrong. She thought about all the times Edward saw she and Asriel together, questioning what they were doing, Marisa insisting it was just the two of them spending time together in a professional manner as colleagues.

As much as she felt like screaming, crying, breaking something, she didn’t. She thought about all she accomplished at such a young age, all she was set to accomplish further, and about how this could take away all of it. Marisa was so close to reaching new heights of her ambition, and part of her wanted to tell Asriel how incredibly frightened she was, but she wouldn’t dare.

“Let’s just… talk about something else.” she murmured.

They both seemed to move on. The plan had been made. The child would be treated like Edward´s. She would be a perfect mother, a good example of a wife, she was going to give her husband a child and still be successful he was sure of it. He was glad she proposed to move on to another topic.  “I have been thinking about going North again. I feel my feet itching already. I have been here way too long and the other option does not seem good enough. The Master proposed a place at Oxford. But I do not think I should take it.” he was playing with words, wanting to see reaction from her. Was she going to persuade him to stay or to go? How serious were they? All those sweet words and promises? What about their future? 

[onceiworeatrenchcoat]

secondbetrayer

pan had landed on lyra’s shoulder as a butterfly before switching to a mouse form and hiding himself away in her shirt. her uncle’s words stung her and she felt stinging in her eyes where tears started to form, but she didn’t let them fall.

when he apologized and suggested they see if they could repair it together, a small smile formed on her features. she forgave him. she always would. it was her fault for going where she wasn’t suppose to anyway.

“what’s your experiment about anyway, uncle?” she did as she was told and moved towards him. “you don’t ever tell me about them.”

the tense atmosphere seemed to ease a little bit. he got a judgemental look from stelmaria and he felt ashamed of himself. another fail at parenting but lyra seemed to forgive him quickly and he would be calmer since then on like a sea after a storm. he was ready to patiently answer her question and to take her on an adventure of discoveries.... if only he could.  “about dust and different words, many possibilities, new lives and new ideas.” he spoke vaguely but she seemed a bit young to understand anyway and he hoped his strange words would send her way. “now, hold the glue” he handed her a bowl with homemade glue. “i will try to stick the pieces together.” he knew it would not work but at least he would clear his conscience and make lyra feel better. 

[viciousgold]

promo made by @paracosmicvoid

                        books/tv series/headcanon based                         happily open to crossover threads

[faye-marsay]

Stella | Seconds Out

[onceiworeatrenchcoat]

But I would love to see some HDM OCs? Anyone? 

[oceanssapart]

when she was pregnant with you, they thought they could get away with it. but as soon as you was born, there was no hiding the asriel in you.

[nomoregoldfish]

You’re Julius Caesar, so you know how it ends.

[secondbetrayer]

“Who are you?”                                               “Lyra Silvertongue.”

as foretold by Avery.

[onceiworeatrenchcoat]

He did not understand the bitter irony in her tone but he did try to not let it show. Was he not supposed to introduce himself properly? Or call her a Lady? But then he realised his mistake as he stood corrected. ‘Pardon me, Your Highness’ and he bowed his head slightly. A woman that deserved respect not only because she looked it {he was a well-built man, strong and quick but the Princess did not seem like a gentle flower either}. ‘Renfri’ he corrected himself once again, a bit surprised about her plainness. But he had not spent enough time in her lands to understand the confusion and Asriel knew that adaptability was a skill. Perhaps, he was stupid enough to tell her who he was and where he was from but how else would he learn that Oxford was an unknown place than from her confused face and strange accent?  ‘And what is this place called, if I may ask?’ He was lost, that was obvious and to find a new portal was surely going to be one hell of a journey because while his eyes were good, he certainly did not recognise one tree from the other. 

[onceiworeatrenchcoat]

Attacked [sentence starters] from here         @silvertonguc​

   Lyra’s temperament had never changed, likely would never change. Once the stubborn, fiery-tempered girl began screaming, she could scream until her lungs burned and her petite form shook from the weight of it. In Lord Asriel’s presence, she could control herself better, but that wasn’t to say she would. Even though her ‘uncle’ truly terrified her at points in her life, he also frustrated her more than most. Now, was absolutely one of those times. His words did little to lessen the shrill tone of her voice, the piercing, stabbing anger radiating from such a young girl. “No. You’re wrong. It en’t all her. She’s done terrible things to me, to others, but you. You hurt me too, just as bad, and you gotta stop pretending like you never, ‘cause you did!”

Asriel was certainly besotted by a reaction like this. He was not often met with such an opponent. Most people felt his presence, the gravity of his daemon, the importance of his persona, he was used to being looked up at, feared perhaps but he enjoyed the respect he got and expected to get it wherever his feet graced the Earth. And to hear a young girl speaking to him in such a tone was nothing short of a shock. “You are not going to speak to me like that. Watch your tone, girl!” He did not mean to lose his calm. She was a child and he was a grown up. How dare she blame him? How dare she compare him to HER? If only she knew but he wished she did not. “There comes a time where you have to choose sides, Lyra. Her or me and if you are so sure of me being so bad, then I think you have already chosen, haven´t you, child?” There was no bitterness in his voice, more like a surprise. He had never thought that Marisa would get what she wanted but didn´t she always?  He wondered whether Lyra turning on him was Marisa`s doing too. Where was the adoring little girl that would eat his every word? Deep down he missed her but there was no time for family reunions. 

[onceiworeatrenchcoat]

    She shook her head, and with it came a sudden quake to her foundation. She felt herself falter, if only for a moment. He was right, of course. Lyra was their daughter, an explorer all her own. A thirteen year old girl who may still need her parents, who still skinned her knees slipping off roof tops and jumped onto gyptian boats just for the fun of it. But she was so much more than that, now. They all were. Lyra had gone to Hell and back, literally, and had continued onward with her mission. Not even the Authority himself and all his angels could stop her.

They had made sure of that.

“They Magisterium will be chasing us,” she responded quietly, gripping his shoulders for stability and support. With the way he was holding her, she felt it was the only thing keeping her from blowing apart. And she thought that maybe he could see that. If there was anyone who could pick out the truth in her lies, it was him. “They’ll never let us go. But… but maybe we could…” Now she felt quite breathless, as a new sort of excitement took her.

Oh, what would be the best punishment for the Magisterium, while they were down and out now? She could think of nothing better. A whole life’s work, compressed into volumes. They could let the people know, and bring the masses to their side so that they might have a cover. And oh, she would find it so very satisfactory to throw the Magisterium’s millennia of doubt and darkness and talk of sin out the window. “We could write, Asriel. We could gather our research, put it together. We could take them out where it hurts.” A delicate hand came and pressed against Asriel’s cheek, cupping his face tenderly, but now her passion rivaled his own. She felt full and alive in this moment. “Truly, you and I, with everything we have done, everything we have learned —wouldn’t that be the sweetest? You said you wanted to change the world. Tell me this wouldn’t do just that.”

It was strange as they were sitting there being consumed by their own emotions, ideas, dreams. Finally, he was alive, she was alive. The world was whole for a second. They were passionate people, dreamers, doers, their plans grandiose, majestic, scary, dangerous and so impossible but who else would make them possible but the two of them? But now they were not just two of them, they had Lyra. Their lost daughter that returned to them. Marisa´s thoughts were shining through her as stars were shining on the dark sky. He kissed her head, her beautiful, clever head. He was ready to listen to her, excited even but the idea surprised him. Writing? That did not seem like a good idea to him. He moved from her, his face looking from the window. He said nothing. Writing. He gave the idea another thought. Who would care to read THEIR works? Did they still have supporters? But the idea did not seem so as silly as a second ago.  “Anonymously or with new names.” He said it more like a comment. His heart got calmer. It was not as exciting as going South but he was going to keep that dream for later, hoping to get Lyra on his side and then Marisa would say yes but for now things were going to go her way. “Here in Oxford?” He tried to say it plainly, covering the tone of annoyance. Oxford offered them a Sanctuary... again. He should be grateful but he felt like a prisoner. If only they could leave. But he would wait for his time would come. South. And he was going to wait for patiently. 

[contrecoeurs]

His Dark Materials places : London, Oxford.  

[onceiworeatrenchcoat]

She was trying to get under his skin. She managed to make a fool out of him. Now, he looked like a teenage boy who was trying to prove his own worth and wasn`t he? He was strangely attracted to her. She was younger than him and yet looked more mature than girls her age. And she was clever that was obvious. Ambitious, that was dangerous but he had always been attracted to women who were not afraid to be a bit spicier. He liked her attitude a second ago but now he was simply growing irritated. It took a lot of self control to stay calm. ‘Well, maybe we should part our ways since you are not very interested in my glorious self and my work seems so pointless to you.’ Was he really going to let her win so easily? But the night was young and that young professor`s assistant could not take her eyes off her and he noticed. Why bothering with Marisa Coulter who was already trying to poison his life when he could have anyone?

He wanted to leave, he wanted to leave desperately and then he gave her a speech of his life. Perhaps he needed it. He knew how many people judged him, thought he had it easy and blamed it on him. Was he supposed to feel guilty? But he was not going to apologise or play a nice gentleman. Not anymore. Not to her. But the touch on his forearm surprised him. His heart was beating fast and his head was dizzy. He let his emotions overpower him and he hated it. SENTIMENTAL. Again. How he hated people who were and now he made a laughing stock of himself but she did not judge and for a second he thought she let her guard down. As if she was showing him she was human after all. And he knew that was the moment his world changed. For she really was an amazing woman. North? ‘Are you really interested in my studies?’ He said it almost shyly. 

[onceiworeatrenchcoat]

The question rung in Marisa’s ears like an off putting sound. Was she looking forward to having a child? That was a question she did not know the answer to. If she was having a child in the traditional sense, or even adopting a child, then maybe… but even then she knew with her career she would not have time for a child, and with who she was, how she was, she had no idea if she could possibly raise a child correctly.

Her expression was still void of any emotion, her face a mask of stoic emptiness. Marisa knew that if she displayed any emotion, her true feelings would reveal themselves.

Deciding to ignore the first question, she answered his second set. “Well, whatever the gender of the child, I will make sure they have the best education possible.” Marisa told him. “That’s what I was given and my child will have the same advantage.”

So Marisa Coulter cared after all. Asriel was surprised to see her so defensive. He would have never guessed she had ever given a thought about that little monster growing up in her belly, stretching her beautiful alabastr skin, ruining her beautiful body with stretch marks and turning her organs upside down. Interesting. He almost took a scientific interest in it. Was she being hormonal? But his own coldness shocked him and he had to stop himself in time. But Asriel still refused to think about the child as HIS. It was something so impossible that he simply decided to think about “it” as Edward s little child. “Mother knows best.” He whispered into her ear, biting it playfully. By now the topic was closed for him.  ‘Edward will be happy to have a child, don`t you think?’ He wanted her to say yes. He wanted her to erase that thought of THEIR, HIS, MY. He needed to hear it from her because as much as he hated to be sentimental {apart from the sugarcoated words he saved for Marisa who he adored blindly} his heart was itching a second he imagined that sleazy man holding a little baby. What if the most shocking discovery wasn`t that Marisa had a heart but he himself was a living breathing thing already growing that seed of a protective father inside himself. 

[onceiworeatrenchcoat]

today is the holocaust memorial day. 

[onceiworeatrenchcoat]

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