#darkmagiician

[slvrspcn-blog]

AUGUST had been pretty sure he got the hours right. but walking inside and pulling the coat off his shoulders, the bar was so sparsely occupied that he had to stop and wonder if it was closing. it could be. he just wanted a drink tonight, and after having a LONG talk with his little brother earlier today he didn’t feel like drinking alone. seemed like he was going to get that if he wanted or not, by how it was looking. there were a few occupants inside, but it wasn’t exactly bustling. he wasn’t here to PICK ANYONE UP -- but he wanted to talk. which was why his feet moved him forward towards the bar top, coat draped over his arm because he wasn’t sure how long he was going to stick around.  ( wasn’t sure if the bar was CLOSING UP or not. ) “hey,” he nods towards the bar tender. a man with messy hair and enough on his wrists and fingers to make him want to raise an eyebrow. he didn’t, of course. he had more tact than that. instead he was sitting on the stool, laying his coat over his legs and giving a skeptical glance around what he was now realizing was probably some DIVE. “always this slow?” it was one AM. 

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[somniamxrtis-blog]

     thank u @darkmagiician for reminding me that Bo’s best (and only) friend will likely die at an early age and could very easily die from protecting her with his magic and she’ll probably blame herself if anything bad happens to him

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       ❝ Chase...? ❞  hesitant fingers give his sleeve a tiny tug. her voice is quiet, a meek hybrid of a squeak and a whisper. Bo can’t tell if Chase is still awake, and she doesn’t want to wake him if he isn’t-    but the stillness of his apartment is starting to settle into her bones. she doesn’t really know where it came from-   certainly not the movie they were watching ( oliver and company, as per Chase ) .          ❝ I, um. I had a nightmare. a-about Andrea, and t-the revenant. ❞ words dissolve into an embarrassed mumble. her posture is reminiscent of a small child -        and Bo is painfully aware of how absolutely, unreasonably, childish she’s acting. ❝ I-      I just....❞ just what? Bo’s not entirely sure what she wants. a hug, probably. reassurance, perhaps. in the end, Bo works out that mostly, she just wants to feel safe.

[formerfirstson-a]

@darkmagiician based on this

It hasn’t been long since he was conviced to go back to rehab, something TJ doubted would work, considering he never lasted long there. Adding the fact that he basically screwed his previous sober partner’s life, things were prone to go wrong if they set someone around him and he’d succumb again on his weaknesses. From all the people, they had to pick the guy TJ didn’t get along well. He was an asshole, but his counselors thought he was the perfect partner for him, so Thomas had to put up with Chase. 

“Obviously I don’t get a saying on this, so, for the sake of both of us, you go there and tell them you don’t wanna be part of this bullshit.”

[somniamxrtis-blog]

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              ❝ um, Chase.... ❞      caution accompanies absolute bewilderment as she stares at the scene. there are so many things about it that make absolutely no sense-    Bo’s not even sure where to start.

             ❝ why are there a bunch of stuffed animals taking              over your couch?❞      errant stuffies in Bo’s small apartment is hardly bizarre enough to warrant any comment. in Chase’s apartment though? and in this quantity?

[formerfirstson-a]

@darkmagiician replied to your post “things I cry over my way to work at the subway: the two characters you...”

i know the feeling

yup, i know you’re going through the same pain *small fandoms united*

[somniamxrtis-blog]

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     nervousness sits heavily in the pit of Bo’s stomach as she stares out the window. the houses they’re passing-   though not exactly palatial-   are much larger than any home Bo’s ever been in. and the more homes they pass, the less assured Bo feels about this.       it’s not like Bo didn’t previously know what Chase’s hometown is going to be like, but she’s sort of been avoiding the fact that she very much does not belong in a place like this, where the homes sit on acres of land and the "cheapest” vehicle she’s seen likely cost triple ( or maybe quadruple ) what Bo can make in a year.      she spends a few minutes trying to convince herself this isn’t too different from where she grew up. maybe if everything gets scaled down and the houses look just a tad less maintained. wide eyes shift away from the window, and Bo looks at Chase with her bottom lip tucked behind one of her canines. 

            ❝  okay. serious question. do neighbours even talk to each other here? ❞      the houses are far enough apart that trying to shout to your neighbour while you’re both getting the mail or something ( do rich people even get the mail themselves? or send servants or something to do it? does Chase have House Elves to get his mail for him? ) isn’t really viable.             ❝  what if someone’s like, out of eggs or something. it seems silly to drive            over to the next house just to ask for some eggs. wait, do rich people do            that? do rich people even buy groceries? ❞

[galaeus]

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         “I don’t know what you think’s gonna happen here, guy.           I can’t help you. This is completely out of my jurisdiction----”