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[ezraweasley]

For Liz rnd II

(it was getting too sloppy for me)

Ezra smirked at her, his head tilting slightly to the side at her tease, “I try new things,” he offered. “I just like to pair them with the proverbial blanket.” He held up the croissant and shook it at her before taking another bite. He often was just as bad at putting himself in boxes as others were. There were moments when he was certain he was the worst offender of that particular habit but even with Liz’s tease he knew full well there was no malice in it. Mischief certainly, but that was where the line was drawn. 

He smiled at her glad that his unveiled plan hadn’t missed the mark completely. Granted, he was fairly certain it wasn’t going to but he had the tendency to overthink and of the scenarios the unlikely sticking up of her nose was played at least twice in the mental simulations. But the error of those internal scenes fell in the flawed thought that she wouldn’t like exploring somewhere old and steeped in history. Her very choice of career in which she fixed antiquities struck that as an outlier that lived well outside of their current universe. “Good,” he offered, unable to hide his pride that she was happy with the rough agenda, though he followed it with a shrug, “I saw a lot of the world when I was a little too little to truly appreciate it. Plus, the tours didn’t leave a ton of room for actual exploration unless it was tied to a photoshoot or interview and we made it clear our 10 year old asses didn’t have the focus and needed a break.”

He shrugged again and looked down at the food that was steadily disappearing between the two and took some more naan. There was a lot from that time he didn’t really remember. So much of it was a highlight reel of moments that were fun but stressful. A moment they all tried to soak up to the fullest and he reckoned he succeeded as it all swam through his head in a homogenous mess. 

[ladyconstantinex]

@drcamofthecndless

When the guilt comes it takes her down that old but familiar path. She was a lost ship upon waves of wretchedness of which no surviver could withstand. She tried to ignore it, suppress it, to imagine a world In which she was no longer an echo of a girl who once lived great adventures. Despite that one night, Johanna longed for sleep, for it’s fundamental solace and for the promise that she could see her again. She always comes so vividly in her dreams, with her small hands that reach out to hold her own and the feeling of emptiness when they were no longer there. “I will find you” she whispered, the tears that threatened to spill now finally staining her cheeks.

She had taken all the necessary precautions to protect herself from any possible failure. One of her wealthiest and of course most private clients owed her a favour, which in this case came in the form of London’s oldest library. Johanna kept her sacred texts here but it also offered privacy, a place where she could perform and execute her role efficiently.Johanna ran her finger down the spine of the ancient text, feeling its misshapen texture, being delicate with the pages that were now exposed. Closing her eyes she took a breath and began “Surge daemonium ab igne et sanguine” she stretched her palm out and chanted

A surge of wind filled the empty room causing a cascade of fallen books, with thousands of lost papers circling the air to form the shape of the summoned demon.This is different, there is no misshapen figure no teeth razor sharp. It looks at her, this creature with a thousand faces. It’s body like a rip in a canvas painting and at it’s centre lies a blanket of stars.

“I command you to speak” Johanna hissed looking into its piercing god-defying eyes. 

“Constantine, we’ve been dying to meet you” it spoke, mouth salivating. Johanna simply cocked her head to the side, her lips parted in a wicked smirk       “Oh, so your a fan of my work, I’m flattered” she amused. She watched as it’s gaze altered, it’s eyes reaching beyond her. “ .. Lord Morpheus, how glad I am that you are able to join us?” The sound of that name, his name was enough to steal her very breath. It had been weeks since there last meeting, since he stalked her dreams.

She whipped her head around and there he was perfect and porcelain and staring right back at her, which made her wonder how long had he been there watching her. “Fuck”

[mrssarablack]

For Nikolas

Sara should have been sleeping. She’d known this even before she heard her phone ping and at that hour a smile played at her lips as she suspected if it wasn’t an unnecessary ad calling her to a game she had grown bored of odds were good it was the returned correspondence from Nikolas. Her brow furrowed as she read the initial word that tugged at her curiosity but also set off an initial buzz of alarm. The answer that followed caused her to  sit upright from her lounging position on the couch re-reading the word “spiraling.” 

It had been so long since she’d heard him say something like that in any capacity that the urgency sprang up instantaneously, it washed over her and settled down beside what had been a lingering sense of something not being right that had followed her all week. Sara had done a decent job pushing past the triggering her mother had caused her the previous week. The weekend had been difficult with him leaving and she’d spent the majority of the time snuggled with her dog trying to come to a calm center. She’d managed it well enough, but the conversation had ushered in a worry that continued to linger in the back of her mind. The two feelings merged into one as the clarification came. The red-head felt a panic set in.

“Fuck,” she stated to the air as she stood up shaking her wrists to relieve the tension and swore some more. A million versions of what could have happened raced through her mind. She didn’t really know what had taken place but she knew two things: Nikolas didn’t ask for her to come to his side lightly, and her mother was a narcissistic piece of work. Her own brain spiraled for a moment as she texted she’d get to him. Sara attempted to override her own knee-jerk responses and went to focus on getting that task done. “We’ve got this,” she mumbled to herself and slowly released a breath of air to settle her nerves. 

She quickly fired texts to her boss about a family emergency and that she wouldn’t be coming that morning. Followed it by contacting his sister to see if she could watch Auggie last minute, as she lived the closest. She finished with contacting a wizard who could legally make a portkey last minute for a hefty fee. 

All in all, it took a handful of hours to get it together but by the time the sun was peeking out in the early morning she had the pieces together. A broken teacup in a hanky was in hand that was set to the location of Nikolas’ hotel. Auggie looked at her curiously, “It’ll be ok,” she said softly to the dog, “Maddie’s going to come round to see you. You’re not going to be alone for long.” Sara pet his soft fur behind the ears and added an apology for the last minute escape and she gently took hold of the broken object, before being whisked away. 

The familiarly unsettling feeling of having a hook take hold of her gut and fling her into the unknown came over her. She rather disliked the disjointedness of using the portkey if only because she hadn’t used them often in her life. Unlike apparating it wasn’t as common and though the feeling was similar it came off as more abrupt all the same. With little time spared Sara felt her feet return to the floor. Without realizing she’d been holding her breath she let it out and adjusted to the new scenery. 

[cat-barelli]

Closed Start- @mason-daviss​

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 Cat was laying next to mason, in the tent he had set up in her room. it was the cutest thing anyone has ever done for her. When she walked in to all the twinkling lights, pizza and fort set up she hadn’t stopped smiling. Now the group chat was stressing her out so she left and set down her phone looking over at Mason with a glare “Really Mace” she frowned at him.

[claireholland-bby]

Closed Starter- @asherfrazier​

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Having transferred here recently she had not really gotten out much and was still trying to figure her way around the university and the town. So she decided a jog was a good way to get around and see the sights. She had just finished with her mile and slowed down walking looking down at her shoes thinking about how they were making her feet look tiny, when she bumped into someone walking out of a building and she looked up seeing Asher. Her lips parted and she was a bit shocked as she scanned him to confirm it, of course it was him “oh, Asher? how.. uh sorry” was the first words that came out of her mouth “I really should watch where I am going, I could run into some kind of creep next time, or a murderer” she laughed softly already starting her nervous rambling.

[kalxdesai]

danny hated confrontations period which is why he tended to avoid people-well that and he just wasn't a people person. at all. but this was a confrontation that frankly should have happened a while ago and for more than one reason it needed to happen sooner rather than later. hell, it should have happened a while ago but it wasn't until the past week he became familiar with the gravity of the situation and he needed to make it clear that no matter what he and odessa went through personally he would always be on her side and help her through whatever struggles she had, it was by far and away the least he could do given the hell he had put her through for twelve plus years. and no matter what anyone elysian may have thought about danny, when he spoke of his love for odessa he always spoke the truth even if his actions didn't as of late reflect it.

after a relatively quiet day, once the kids were down for the night, danny knew it was time to confront his fears and well whatever the fallout he would just have to deal. he had no one to blame but himself after all. he hesitated outside the bedroom door for what felt like an eternity but in reality was only a few minutes before he took a breath and gently wrapped at the door, opening it and sticking his head inside. "hey" he said softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. he could barely stand to look at her, knowing the grief she was suffering was his fault. how could she stand to be around him, let alone let him keep living with her? how could she love him when all it seemed he did was hurt her? where did the apologies begin and where they even enough? daniel kaylan, you are a worthless piece of shit that deserves to be miserable and alone. it wasn't the first time he had such thoughts and he doubted it would be the last. finally, he made himself look up and made himself speak and while it wasn't poetry it was a start: "we should talk."

@odessafitzpatrick​

[audrey--henderson]

The Hole;

The days had turned into a blur. In the beginning, she had been persistent in fighting. She knew she would get out or her brothers would find her. But minutes began to feel like years. Her hope melted away like snow on a warm day, except she didn’t get the benefits of the warmth. She was in a very cold and dark room. Her ears rang from the silence. It made her enjoy the very subtle sound of water dripping in the distance. She never could find it though, but that was because she had quit searching. Instead she just sat, hugging her legs to her chest, and waiting. ‘You forgot my kid, Audrey...’ She looked up, despite the pitch black she could see Amanda coming in her direction. She frowned. ‘You just skipped town and didn’t tell anyone. What the hell were you thinking? I thought you were better than that...’ Audrey leaned in, burying her face in her knees. She let out a soft cry, shaking her head. ‘They won’t come for you. You abandoned them all before. Why would they expect different now?’ It was still Amanda that she was imagining. Part of her knew this wasn’t real, it was in her head, but the other part of her was so twisted and broken that she wasn’t entirely sure. They thought she abandoned them so why would they be looking for her? Why wouldn’t they just abandon her? She closed her eyes determined to attempt to sleep, hoping that it would be the end. Maybe she would wake up in her bed if she willed it enough...

Light shined into the room and Audrey let out a small gasp, recoiling from it. It had been a while since she had seen any real light. It hurt her eyes and she was almost afraid of it. What was going to come out of that light? She kept her eyes closed, clinging to her legs and waiting. She didn’t know how long she had sat there, but the light began to dim. It didn’t go out though. That struck her as odd. She lifted her head, squinting slightly but not nearly as much as she needed to earlier. Up above in the ceiling there was a door standing open and beyond that door was the sky... It was painted the most beautiful colors of orange and pink as the sun began to fade for the day. She smiled weakly to herself as she lost herself in the beautiful comfort of the sky. It took her a moment to realize what that meant. The door was open and the sky was before her.

It was hard to stand to her feet. It took her a moment and she had to lean against the wall to gather strength. She started forward, reaching for a ladder and taking one step at a time. She wanted to hurry, expecting the door to slam closed before she reached it, but she couldn’t rush. She didn’t have the strength to hurry. She reached the door and pulled herself up out of it. She looked around, taking a deep breath. She smiled, letting out a small sob. Tears welled in her eyes. She had made it... There was trees and sky... She was free. She didn’t know which direction to go, which direction would lead to town, or if she was even near town. She couldn’t stay here though. She needed to put as much space between her and that fallout shelter as possible.

The sun had finally set and she found herself completely in the dark again. With darkness came more cold and she had begun to cough. It would surprise her to find out she had gotten some form of infection, but she wasn’t willing to give up. She had to keep moving. She found where the trees ended and stopped, leaning against one. A light caught her attention and she glanced in the direction to see a car. It wasn’t the smartest move, but she needed to get someone’s attention. She pushed off the tree, bounding forward and waving her hands. There was the squeal of tires and the car came to a frantic stop, just barely stopping before it hit her. “What the hell are you doing?” The man yelled as he moved to get out of the car. He frowned gently, looking her over and stepping forward. “—okay, it’s okay. Let’s... let’s get you some help.” She took a step back, not wanting to be touched or even ushered into a car by a stranger. She put her hand to her ear, silently asking for a phone.

[anna-mcavoy]

For Charlie

The warm morning light filtered in through the small crack in the curtains casting an orange glow around the room urging the young blonde out of her slumber. She was distinctly aware of the feeling of the large fluffy white creature pressed up against her bare back as well as the soft rise and fall of the chest her head was still resting on. At the corners of her brain she could hear the soft sounds of a song playing over the moment, temporarily keeping the thoughts that had been churning in her head for a week now at bay. 

She moved her head, nuzzling Charlie’s chest slightly as she did. She knew he was awake, she didn’t have to lift her head to know he was laying there with his eyes shut but very much conscious of her movements. Nor was she unaware of the fact that he had possibly been in that position for a few hours at that point. A courtesy, she found, that in the silence of that initial moment she was grateful he hadn’t attempted an escape. Him staying was a comfort she had found she needed more and more in the last week, and as that realization solidified she found the worried thoughts from the night before began to crawl and nuzzle back into the soil of her brain. 

Anna let out a little sigh at it and she unconsciously drifted her left hand over her stomach and fingered the skin below her belly button. It had become a morning habit that was nearly second nature in such a short period of time. It was her hello to something she only had a vague concept of being there. She couldn’t feel it but she knew it was there. She couldn’t say she had encountered any large indicators of change in her directly from what was now growing inside her and it was strange. Strange to know something with such certainty and yet it still felt more like a concept than a reality. Strange how that same thing was currently miniscule and unseen and yet she could feel that everything had shifted in its existence. Or in the very least everything was currently, once again, in flux. And something Anneliese Morgan was not good at handling was sudden change, no matter how much she reminded herself that that sudden change was actually more gradual than it currently felt. It was an odd oxymoron found within her own existence that she could be so full of blind faith in others but at the same time preferred an outlined agenda to be followed when it came to dealing with life and the outside forces it liked to enact on one. It was unrealistic, she knew, to be in such a need for plans when life so often had other ideas in store. 

Still as she waxed on in her thoughts and grazed her skin with her finger she found a new thought joining her fears over the unknown. Anna furrowed her brows and finally lifted her head, propping herself up on her elbow as she did, she looked down at Charlie’s calm face and found herself wishing she were as calm as he was. She pushed that thought away and in spite her inner turmoil a smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she lifted her hand and lovingly touched one of his stray curls that fell across his forehead. As she did so the thought that had prompted her movement bubbled up and she asked curiously, “What does the baby sound like to you?”