#brokenthimbles

[dontcxckitup]

"Tell me why I'm here. You never bring me anywhere near your work."

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Gareth was nervous. He didn't show it, but he was. Wendy was right; he usually never brought her anywhere near work. She stayed away from Whitehall. And she deserved all the answers - just not right now. "Wendy..." He sucked in a breath and turned around to her. "I will explain everything eventually, but...right now...please just know you are safe."

[hacker-codeq]

[ 📞 ] [con't] - The silence was surprisingly deafening. "Q?" her voice soft before using his name. "Ben......... at least tell me......" her own silence for a moment as she tried to look at the stars from her flat in London. He wasn't wrong ,there were more stars in Scotland. "On a scale of 1 to 10...... how bad is it? How much should I worry?"

He let out a weak hum, a sound he often made when thinking of how best to phrase things since actually coming up with ideas never took any time. "You don't need to be worried. I can't leave, I have too many people who rely on me here. I just sometimes wonder what I would be like... somewhere else. People are their environments, maybe I would be... Completely different?"

[hxdesofunderwxrld]

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“Please……” her voice soft…. pleading. It wasn’t so much she was afraid of Hades, no of what he’d do. Of what she’d watch because of her fear.

“Just take me away from here…… let him live in fear….” and idea popping into her mind. “Is death not to merciful a fate?”

His gaze never left the man in front of them. But Wendy's voice...she softened him. Still, though, the shadows kept engulfing the man, until there was nothing left of him, only his face being visible. Contorted in pure fear and panic. Silencing his cries.

"Death might be," Hades agreed. "But for these cases we have Tartaros."

[ericbrandonrp]

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Wendy smiled as he joked wit her about who would embarrass who on the race track. She had been born racing, yes. She had been trained well, but he had the edge if she was being honest. She hadn’t gotten behind the wheel since the accident that made her a widow. 

“Something tells me, you may have met your match.”

Eric scoffed, albeit jokingly. Oh, he loved that teasing; the way they could rev each other up. He lifted an eyebrow. "Well, big talk an' nothin' behoind it. I wanna see it. Ye're no' gonna win 'gainst me."

[sxnnersaxnt]

❛  i don’t think we’ve met yet but you looked like you needed someone to talk to.  ❜

MEME | ACCEPTING

Happy or sad.

Those were the words that ran through his mind whenever people struck up an impromptu conversation with him because they assumed he needed a listening ear. When he was sat so rigidly and staring so bleakly that people assumed he was STRUGGLING.

He was. But nothing was ever solved in conversations with strangers.

The silence hung between them for a few long seconds, and in that time he'd slowly SKIMMED his tongue along the underside of his teeth as he waited for words to reach the front of his mouth.

❝ And what makes you think I need someone to talk t', aye? ❞

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[kingofthewebxxx]

❛ You can escape reality, but you can’t escape the consequences of escaping reality. ❜

“Dear sister, rather bold of you to be speaking of consequences don’t you think?” he asked with a cold wicked grin. She had never seemed to dwell on him not being part of her life, even if she didn’t know that he lived. “I am one of the most real people you could ever meet for I see the world as it truly is, dark, twisted and full of those without a mind of their own. Reminds me, of you! You follow Gareth so blindly, tell me, without him you would come to me, wouldn’t you? Don’t lie to yourself, to be reunited with family if you had nothing else, it would tug at your little heartstrings! Such a shame that you have them, if I removed them all… one by one you would be more grateful, perhaps I should do it as a favour to family. Enjoy your time, living in a fairytale, for a terrifying nightmare is heading your way, I promise” his smile was of teeth, almost animalistic as he eventually stopped, whistling as he replied to a text on his phone.

[mr007pennyworth]

"Are you certain you wish you do this now?"

Alfred had been skeptical of this event since the Queen's lords had mentioned it in the following weeks of the Kings death. The ball really was only for show but the implications that Her Majesty was looking for a new suitor almost two years later ment that men from all over the country were applying to stand in that hall and talk to her.

Between rasing the young Prince Bruce and his own prodigy knight in training Baron, Alfred had considered his relationship with the Queen to have reached a 'slight' wall...

He was afraid to suggest in words how he truly felt, even though that by this point it was possibly just blatantly obvious to her with how he glued to her side. After assassination attempts, illness and defusing riots there had been a clear line that they had broken as friends and as Knight and Queen.

Alfred feared her response. He knew it was required for the public, for the small amount of media and gossip, for show...but the feeling that she might feel he couldn't be her King in anything more than a dream stung like no other wound had ever before.

"I know it's time we made the attempt to appease the Lord's and politicians but...I...I do not think I can entrust your safety to anyone else..." Words are already failing him and there's less twenty four hours before the ball.

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[dontmesswiththechef]

Welcome to Hawthorne

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“Is...everything to your liking?” Chef Julian Slowik was observant; but subtly so. He had watched the tables all evening, and one in particular: that of Wendy Darling and Peter Young. It was the way the pair was so opposite. She was calm, quiet, and observant of every dish served. He, however, didn’t care. All he did care about, Chef noticed, was how much money he could spent on this dinner. Who he wanted to impress here, on this exclusive island, however, was to be found out yet - everyone here paid these ridiculous high prices. Peter Young didn’t stand out.