#feat:marlene

[mcrymacs]

mary macdonald ft. marlene mckinnon: a moodboard

the lion and the lamb, you’ve never met two people who complement each other so well. they’re also maybe struggling to survive but they’re always there for each other, and mary trusts marlene more than anyone. ( @mckinnonaf )

[mcrymacs]

4. lily, marlene, alice

adopt, be adopted by, marry

ADOPT: “Lily. My daughter, head girl. I’m so proud.”BE ADOPTED BY: “Alice would be a great mum, don’t you think? Very organised.”MARRY: “Marlene. I can’t imagine who else I’d want to spend my life with anyway.”

[vengefulroberts]

Waiting Game | Prose

Time: 9:00 PM PST Place: Beacon Hills Hospital

Persons Involved: Brandon Roberts, Frankie Wentworth (indirectly), Marlene Wentworth-Reese

Summary: While waiting for Frankie to wake up because she's a dumb-dumb who got a boo-boo, Brandon's brooding session is interrupted; little does anyone realize, he is harboring a secret.

People milled by. Not many he cared to recognize.

Hearts beat. Some stopped. The stench of death was strong.

Sometimes it bit shit-covered monkey ass to be a freak of mythos. Legend? Nightmare? Whatever. He was too tired and busy for that damn battle of--

His head lifted slightly, nostrils flaring. For the past hours, since Lauren and Ravenna had spoken, every time someone had the scent of being near Frankie, they earned a sharp, searching look. Doctors, nurses.

This one was different. Tired face, but a beautiful one. Carrying a bad cup of coffee, heading back to the room he couldn't enter quite yet. Smelled like her.. looked like her.

Looking at him. Shit, is this her--

"Huh?" was the first words Brandon managed to say to his girlfriend's mother. It was enough to earn a laugh and an offer for coffee; he figured she'd seen him try to get into the room before.

It'd be best, wouldn't, to keep the small velvet box weighing down his pocket, a hidden secret. Especially over first-meeting-coffee.