#c:anthony

[ruledwhenmisled]

"Is the fete treating you well, brother?" Benedict hummed, sipping his drink as he basked in the summer sun. He was enjoying such things, though their mother wanted him to make a good impression, which was not something he was sure he was achieving. @viscxntbridgertcn

[andreahuts]

ANDREA 📱 ANTHONY

ANDREA: Hey cutie, I gave you my number but you never used it. I'm a lil sad~

[catferro]

txxt ;; anthony w/ harvard

HARVEY: Hello there! How are you today? :-)

HARVEY: I hope work isn't too draining for you.

[marcuscarson]

Marcus had managed to pull himself together after his moment with Diana where the whole situation had gotten on top of him and even though he was now once more in control of his faculties, he was still rocking a headache from the whole situation. “So you’re saying we have to go where next? We’ve already checked out a few leads. What makes this one more reliable?” 

@anthonyrosier​

[sweaterinvested]

@anthonythane

In hindsight...he supposed the conversation he’d had with Lettie about Rowan and the fire had gone better than expected— though that wasn’t saying much. Many of the words were still bouncing around in his head, and first he’d paced around his house restlessly after she’d left, mumbling to himself when his thoughts refused to be contained to only his mind. Then he’d tried to write which was generally the outlet he used when his mind was being too loud. 

But tonight it was no good. He was too wound up, and far too anxious about everything to stay in his house. So he’d done what he’d done far too many times before. Gone out to find trouble. It was an age old tradition, dating all the way back to his high-school days. Of course since then he’d graduated to seeking out ill-doing gang members rather than bullies...though there wasn’t exactly a large difference between the two. As of late he’d been sniffing around the Primordials more, not wanting to run into Lettie or anyone especially close to her in his prying. 

It had brought him to lurking a block or so over from the shop, trying to see if he could overhear any clandestine conversations, catch anyone in the act of being nefarious. Instead he got Anthony Thane milling down the street towards where he was sat on a bench, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. He didn’t bother with a hello, hoping the gang leader would just pass him by, and leave Desmond to what he came here to do.

[wetnsalty]

@tonytremaine

 A tragically caffeine-addicted Marinus made his way down to his favorite coffee shop anywhere from two to four times a week, as part of his new afternoon routine. Even he sometimes valued some solitude, and one of his recently discovered pastimes involved strolling along the docks with his little latte, watching the waves or chatting with whatever sea life was around that day. It was a lovely time he used to reflect on his thoughts, which had been centered on a certain boy lately. He’d grown grudgingly accustomed to seeing the array of ships he knew to be occupied by pirates and usually gave them a wide berth, but today was a different story entirely - who else did he see emerging from one of the floating structures besides Anthony himself. Marinus stopped in his tracks, mind blank with confusion, but before he could do anything else he turned on his heel and marched back the way he’d come, hoping he hadn’t been spotted.

[sunyri]

CLOSED STARTER~ Anthony  [After Sun’s Release]

She had healed up now and just wasn’t quite ready to go out yet. It wasn’t that she was afraid or embarrassed or ashamed for getting caught. No, Sun was like a tea kettle that had been filled too high and now as she boiled she was running over, when usually she just smushed it all deep down where she could just unleash it later for fighting. This time though, Sun couldn’t keep it down. The thought of those people..those humans.. and how they had treated her..how they had treated other countless beings in that cold dungeon was so awful. Her heart ached for every creature that had been inside the room and she was angry that she hadn’t been able to save them all.

Her secret (but not-so-secret) hideout was her own makeshift training grounds. This “monstrosity’ (called so by a few inhabitants, others referred to it as a ‘death trap’) was the place she went to every morning to train and had been going to since she was a child trying to beat her siblings. 

Oh, it had started out as some simple hay dummies, a few logs, maybe some targets. But Sun’s abilities had grown and were no longer able to handle simple training rigors.. When she was still young she started doing odd jobs for Fae Folk around the forts to get help in building her dream. And at the moment she was inside a maze of huge wooden logs that were enchanted to rotate and swing. These logs had no off system..they began when you stepped in and stopped when you stepped out. Simple as that. And Sun just stood in the center, dodging, punching, kicking, kneeing, and even jumping over some of them. She was focused, teeth clenched, eyes narrowed as she landed on her knees on the ground and swung her body out to kick at a log. As soon as it wa shit, it rotated away and up came another in a never ending cycle.  To keep some of the more..curious..fae from injuring themselves she had, of course, hung signs up in various places warning people of the danger. Sun was practical enough for that and almost all the fae knew to just stay out of it. If one were to come across it, though, it would be pretty obvious where the dangerous areas were and where you could safely walk.

[gabriel-enchanted-blog]

@anthony-marcello

Few and far between came experiences that revealed to Gabriel just how damn good he was at denial. At first, he wrote the odd feeling off as a side-effect from the magickal overexertion he’d done with Anthony, then it was just winter setting in and his body reacting poorly as per usual, but when he reached out to buffer the puppy’s full-tilt slide into the wall and couldn’t feel any connection to the energy normally buzzing under his skin…that was bad. That was really bad. Normally, Nature in all her various threads constantly enveloped him. Air, water, fire, earth, light, spirit — he could feel them. It was just a matter of pulling the right energy at the right times for the right effect, but it was like someone or something had essentially blindfolded him.

The puppy’d just bounced off the wall and continued chasing whatever it was after, disappearing towards Micah’s room sparking a guilty pull deep in his chest. Was this something to bring to Micah? He was already such a pressure on his brother, he hated to put anymore on him. And selfishly, he didn’t want to be confined to the house. Sickness healed. Sure, he might have had a couple of close calls over the years, but he was here. And this wasn’t — ok, admittedly his head was throbbing, and he felt weak, and just off but he wasn’t sick.

Even at his most feverish, he’d never lost connection like this.

Something damn close to fear bubbling in his stomach made up his mind for him and he left Micah a hastily scribbled note about the lake and be right back before taking off with more urgency than he’d felt since Sabine took them in. He felt like a stranger in his own skin. He didn’t even think as he left the house, used to relying on magick to make up for his own shortcomings, like oh, forgetting shoes and a jacket, maybe, but he was too close to the lake to turn back once the pain sank in past his stubborn determination.

Water was his strongest element. The lake had it in abundance, and a supposed history of healing properties, so Gabe didn’t hesitate. Just ran down the pier and threw himself in.

It was cold.

So much colder than he was used to and every part of him resented it, but there, in the farthest stretch of his abilities, he could feel it. He could feel the energy that promised magick, and ok. So at least he wasn’t turned into a human overnight. There was that at least. Now though, he was soaked, and freezing, and no attempt at reaching any kind of fire or warming energy was happening for him. Still, he lingered for as long as he could stand it, desperate for this to fix itself.

It didn’t.

He carried hope that if it truly came down to life or death, he’d be able to save himself, but beyond that — he was fucked. And he needed to get back to Micah, now. So naturally as he pulled himself out of the water and headed back towards the cabin, he spotted a figure among the trees. His first instinct was magick, which failed, the second was to run, but his muscles were a little too busy shaking in a desperate bid for warmth to listen much to him, so that left trying to creep by unnoticed. Naturally, his foot snapped every twig, clothes caught on bark and branches, and his balance was being thrown off between dripping water on leaves and the fever (he did not have, thank you). A small whale would have probably made less noise than he did, so he eventually gave up on being sneaky and just hoped he hadn’t misjudged the Enchanter.

“Anthony?” he called finally. “Anthony, something’s wrong.”