#fearofmercy

[psychichotline]

Prophecy continued @fearofmercy

They’d arrived at the ministry as reports were coming in of 12 dead and several more injured, wizards and muggles alike. Neville hot on their heels, word was all abound of Lucy and her prophecies. It was documented, and stored safely, but it didn’t stop the fear in her heart. Even as Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas took watch of the girls and they were most certainly trust worthy, but Lucy didn’t know what would happen from now. She certainly didn’t want to end up like Neville’s parents in St. Mungo’s barely clinging to awareness of the world. 

Lucy had been given a blanket that was tightly wrapped around her as she leaned over on Delila’s shoulder. “Wonder if our friends are alright,” the few of them the girl’s had, especially Lucy. “You should send word -” She paused when Oliver Wood stomped in, angrily pushing right past Seamus who looked a bit like an angry chicken in the way his chest had puffed up. No visitors had been Shacklebolt’s orders. Lucy pulled herself up and bit at her thumbnail. “Nevermind.” It was a gift and a curse honestly.

“Why didn’t yeh owl me?!” he snapped at Delila. Merlin’s beard, his face was red, Lucy wonder though how long it would be until Lee Jordan, Angela Johnson, or George Weasley pushed their way through to. Dean was already trying to calm down Seamus, who might as well have been clucking.

[rightfulwidow]

@fearofmercy

It was a sharp huff that left her lips as she pulled the glass out of her side. Someday Yelena Belova, the second and rightful Black Widow, would absolutely stop following around Delila right into danger without a single question. Yelena huffed again as if to let Delila know her absolute displeasure. “Come help me, Yelena.” she said mockingly, the telltale tones of her motherland slipping into her voice. “Jelena, won’t be big deal, bunch of scientist. We get, we go,” she pulled out some small glass shards out of the surrounding tissue. “This was big mess. Hydra sent you on suicide mission.”

[notwhiskey]

@fearofmercy

“Ma’am, if you keep your hand there, I’m gonna have to ask you to go have a drink with me.”

[unclesolo]

@fearofmercy

“--can we talk about this after I stop bleeding?”

[sxpremacist-a]

     ❝ Here’s the thing about confidence, my dear; it is useful when starting a fight, less so at finishing one. ❞ 

@fearofmercy // liked for a sentence starter

[polyarnye-nochi-blog]

@fearofmercy from here

Brows drew together in a quizzical manner and scrutiny appeared on his face while he watched her drink from the mug. “Really? You don’t drink coffee?” He asked, clearly amused, but still pestering the subject. “Because that drink in your hand smells an awful lot like coffee.”

[webadmen]

@fearofmercy

“Delila, don’t!” it was too late and he knew it to be so. He’d never intended for Delila to see this side of him, did his best to keep it from her, time and again, and maybe it was inevitable. She was so curious, so pure and he was so wicked and deceitful. He’d done this to them. They could never go back now but he wouldn’t kill her. It would be so easy, here, in his basement, no one around, late at night. But no. The Devil couldn’t have her.

[aliasgareth]

@fearofmercy

“I. Am. Not. Dating.”