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“Nothing wrong with looking. Just know that I am old as dirt.”

#agentarmitage #she is very old at the point of the new war between the Resistance and the New Order #I should remember to reblog my calculations for her age

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Armitage wrinkled his nose, hoping they wouldn’t be reeking. He was more reserved than his brother and didn’t show it, but was utterly relieved to be out of his father’s house. The military academy was like a breath of fresh air. “If you share a room with me, it won’t be reeking. You better wear deodorant. Come on, Alien. Let’s get moved in.”

Armitage picks up his heavy duffel and swings it over his shoulder, heading into the intimidating academy dormitories.

Aurelien glared at his twin brother, his lip quirking slightly in annoyance. It always pissed him off when Armitage called him Alien. “It’s Aurelien, Army, learn to use it.” He followed suit and picked up his duffel, then followed his brother.

“I am sure the other cadets would love to learn about all the names they could call you.” He had heard horror stories about the Academy, how it changed people, and Aurelien wasn’t optimistic at all. He wouldn’t want to be the one others decided to pick on. Not that he would let them.

“Come on.” He walked past his brother, ignoring stares from boys he didn’t know. He found a room with both of their names marked on the door. His brother had eyes too so he didn’t bother stating the obvious, that they both were in the same room, and just walked in.

“The upper bed is mine.” He claimed it already, throwing his stuff there.

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Me; see’s that Kader is being talked about. Also me: hasn’t actually redone his bio in over a year or more to make it make actual sense..

#masteroflightanddark #agentarmitage #( Don't make blogs kiddies ) ooc #/i see you two #/I SEE YOU #/that is all #( delete later. )

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send “▶▶” to get a glimpse at a scene from my muse’s future. send “◀◀” to get a glimpse at a memory from my muse’s past.|Accepting!

Her hand holds her father’s tightly as the preacher talks. They’re at a cemetery burying her mother and she’s seven years old. She may be a child but she knew what was happening, she remembered how sick her mother had become and why they were at the hospital more often than not now days but Carol isn’t sure she can say goodbye to her mother and part of her doesn’t want to. Part of her wants this all to be a dream and she’ll wake up and it’ll all be okay but there’s something about the sadness in her father’s eyes that tells her it won’t so she holds his hand tighter and he lifts her up into his arms as they start to lower the black casket into the ground, Carol hides her face in her father’s neck as a tear slips down her cheeks. Her mother was gone and she wasn’t coming back.

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