#arrowfcrged

[bishopdescendant]

━☆ﾟ. * ･ ｡ﾟ@arrowfcrged​​ // starter call

              𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍--   𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘      -especially whenever Diana   &   her tiny family wanted to get away from Oxford. Yet, instead of paying any attention to her surroundings her mind would linger on the book in her hands as she made her way down towards her home here                           already having been forced to mumble a few apologies along the way ever since she had left Picadilly’s Waterstones. Sadly not even her witchy gifts would prevent her from walking straight into someone else, although she could now put part of the blame on the shadows of a small alleyway Diana knew would save her a few minutes                          𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔞𝔰 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯.     ❝ Ah--  sorry. ❞

[ofhomeland-a]

@arrowfcrged​ ╳ a meme i cant find ╳ not accepting

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  ❝ when people get desperate, the knives come out. ❞

“ i think you mean ‘ stupid ’. haven’t they heard enough about us by now ? ” she’s circling the small group of unconscious and bound men like a vulture , eyes darting from one face to the other . she’s trying to get a read on any of them , to maybe find where they came from or who sent them . 

“ you’d think they’d stop sending us these goons when all we do is send ‘em right back — maybe the messages get lost along the way . ” she’s starting to get a big head , confidence taking over when it shouldn’t . she knew better , but god damn was it hard to stay level headed when she was finally in control of her own self . her own actions , without fear of consequence . 

it was liberating .

[aresblessed]

@arrowfcrged  said:   ❝ if you wanna talk, i’m here. ❞

 “ oh. ”  

she . . .  isn’t expecting that.  not from him.  she shifts her weight from one foot to the other,  expression glossing with confusion.  feelings are confusing.  she’s never been good with them ----- they all get muddled together,  somehow.  the grief and anger and sadness and euphoria and anger anger anger anger ------ they all get boggled down and blended together and instead of being each individual color to make up a rainbow,  they just turn dark and black and nothing.  

maybe talking would be a good option.  maybe he’s right.  maybe she needs to try to find the words to express everything,  or anything.  or maybe she just needs to get over it and see a shrink. 

regardless,  she finds her feet shifting weight one last time.  

“ i’ll . . .  see you tomorrow. ”

meme.     accepting.