#lovedunexpectedly

[bak3rs]

˚₊‧꒰ა 🤎🚪💛 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> ❝ ONE NIGHT I WAS BORED .. in bed. ❞ ellie started - looking over at her name twin. body spread out on the other ellie's bed. before a grin tugged at the corner of her lips. hand held out the bag of m&ms over the side of the bed - in front of bartlet's face. ❝ and i stalked you on the internet. ❞

˚₊‧꒰ა 🤎🚪💛 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> @lovedunexpectedly 🟫 liked ​ ❝ bartlet & gibbs ❞

[scarybush]

“ i used to make what i could out of whatever contraband i was able to download. out of style fabrics and accessories, had to break a few codes to get my hands on them. dove into my fair share of bins. ” scaramouche shrugs, brushing a hand across the burnished red leather of her skirt. a far cry from the oversized swaths of DARK FABRIC she used to drape across her body. there’s a note of practiced detachment to her voice. “ my mum had a fit when i came home with the stuff. put me on the street not long after that. ”

@lovedunexpectedly ( cecelia ) LIKED.

[mcmorare]

@lovedunexpectedly (cecelia) sent: 'Cause there isn't a thing in the universe that goes more wasted than potential.

Potential. Maybe Katrina had potential. At some point. It must have left early, sometime before her teen years, another thing she grew out of. There were only two paths she was going down, and she knew it. If anything, this one has more options. They all suck, she hates them, but they're options.

Sat on a couch in this room that Salvius had referred to as a lounge, Katrina swirls her drink absentmindedly in her glass. Marginally grateful for this moment of unwinding, the room full mostly of peers and tucked away from cameras and reporters. The pre-games coverage still plays on the screens on the walls, but she can look anywhere else. For a moment, she can take half a breath.

"I guess." She glances around. Such a lavish room. "I dunno, I feel like people around here might be able to come up with something."

[knowstruth]

@lovedunexpectedly (leia) sent: 💬

Technically, Cleo really shouldn't have any grounds to say that Leia is too young to be getting into this, considering Cleo wasn't much older (and definitely knew far less) about all this when she started than Leia right now. But that doesn't mean she's not about to keep as close and big-sisterly an eye on her as she possibly can without blowing any sort of cover - she's practically still a kid! How could she let her go out there on her own?

And so, after some convincing, Leia is coming along for a night to get a feel for the enviornment Cleo works in. That Inisa works in, really, no one knows her as Cleo there. She's gone for blonde tonight, bouncy starlet curls surrounding a perfectly-painted face. "You want to have some fun? All right. Let’s have some fun." For them, fun consists of trying to overhear anyone close to a government position - something that happens more regularly than you might think. For all their book smarts, they sure can be sloppy. "But if anything happens to you your dad will kill me, so you'd better stay within sight."

[mcmorare]

@lovedunexpectedly (williams) sent: i would have done it… if you'd done your fucking job.

"I did do my fucking job!" Katrina says with a perhaps exaggerated scoff, brows furrowing. Some people might think it's not the smartest, an agent out with a mercenary, discussing their escapades. But there's this unspoken sense between people like them, a respect, as well as the knowledge that letting any of this information out would be bad for both of them.

"I did my job quite fucking well, thank you." Fingertips trace back and forth around the sides of her pint glass, the two of them tucked away into a corner of one of the pubs. For once she's decently relaxed, actually, and it shows in her posture. "Don't try to blame me for it."

[bak3rs]

[ ellie squared ] : gasp ! [ ellie squared ] : just for me? [ ellie squared ] : yippie 🎉

˚₊‧꒰ა 🤎🚪💛 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> @lovedunexpectedly 🟫 asked ​ ❝ [TXT] : i cleared my schedule. ❞

[scarybush]

“ are we supposed to cheers, or something? ” there’s a frown on scaramouche’s face as she stares down into her cup, the deep red liquid reminding her a touch too much of blood, the acrid smell faintly stinging her nose. pop’s finest stash, she can tell. “ or is tha’ too morbid? ”

@lovedunexpectedly ( cecelia ) said : 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚠𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠.

[lookedinfinite]

"what's left is what makes us grown-ups" from @lovedunexpectedly / alex

is that all people are?  patchworks stitched up from the little that remains - the little that isn't crushed or destroyed - during childhood? somehow it doesn't surprise maeve as much as it should. they're all a consequence of other's actions, held together with whatever intentions they develop during their survival. yet she answers only in a low hum, walking over to offer one of two hot mugs to other, "it's a fruit tea. I think you have enough adrenaline going through you." 

she's still quiet as she takes a seat nearby, sighing a little as she mulls over the point at hand. "the kids that come to me, especially those who don't want their parents to know... they're in a very fragile part of their lives. I take no joy in it, but if they're that desperate for help with their abilities, surely it's my responsibility to offer what help I can?"