#not second chances

[saffusthings]

guys… i have… a thot…

[xmenwickedgame]

Loss (open RP)

No, Vivian thought. No no no it couldn’t be true. She was standing outside an old secluded bar: well the building was old, the owners and occupants were newer as the place had been dubbed one of a few first hush-hush safe places for mutants. She didn’t visit all the often but sometimes life below ground prickled her nerves. She wasn’t meant for a life in the dark. Ironic as the night sky overhead was a starless one, the chilly autumn air anything but inviting. 

Vivian crossed her arms, trying to ignore the prickling ice at her fingertips. The place was old alright but there’d been at least one TV and on that TV she’d seen the face of a very old and dear friend. A friend who’d apparently been confirmed dead.

“No,” she said, aloud this time. Tears stung her eyes as something deep inside her shattered. She knew it. She knew if she left him alone there he’d end up in trouble but he hadn’t been found anywhere near the Brotherhood and she hadn’t seen her parents’ names on the screen...so what happened? Who had taken Charles away from her? 

[xmenwickedgame]

[ SETTLE ] laura to vivian

receiver sits in sender’s lap and proceeds to play with their hair.

"Laura!" Vivian half-laughed, half-whined, a soft blush kissing her cheeks. She poked the other woman's arm, but didn't push her away. These days, the closeness was welcomed. It was a far cry to the way she'd lived before.

"If you're going to play with my hair, the least you can do is put it up," Vivian teased, leaning back against her...what were they exactly? Friends? Companions? (Something more?)

[letthismix]

The thing I learned was that I opened up and wasted time. Oh.