Apr 28, 2017
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Harry: You still alive or did you drown under all of your text books
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Text → Jules
Harry: You still alive or did you drown under all of your text books
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The city is QUIET, dull and full of fear, ever since the ridiculous celebrations that ended in bloodshed. GOBLIN has been bored, trying to stir things up, elicit more CHAOS in the streets, draw out those who at least amused him. Within minutes of his appearance bombs are exploding, windows SHATTERING, walls caving and people screaming, and Goblin can’t help but CACKLE as he glides away, finding a new area to spread his chaos. All of the criminals were in HIDING, pushed into hiding for whatever reason, giving GOBLIN free reign to play as he pleased.
He flicked another bomb towards a very CLEAN AND PRISTINE building by the water, grinning at the impending explosion - only to be disappointed when it never came. A closer inspection shows the bomb HOVERING in mid-air, unexploded, and a BOY standing nearby. “That’s private property, boy.” He snarls, but doesn’t approach him - whatever he does, Goblin needs to be sure he stays away from those POWERS.
Harry’s an idiot. He knows he’s an idiot. As he walks up to Julian’s door, all he can think of is how stupid he is, a dull, aching pit of misery in his stomach making him feel nauseous and terrible. He almost doesn’t want to knock - Julian is one of Jubilee’s closest friends, he might not even let Harry in if he knows he’s upset her somehow - but he doesn’t know where else to go. Gwen has the boys, Peter has enough on his plate, he knows MJ likely won’t be home. He can’t barge in on Bucky and his boyfriend, god only knows where Flash is. And Julian might not know everything, but... he’s been there for Harry enough that Harry trusts him.
He knows on the door quickly, nervous as hell, glancing around as he waits for Julian to answer. He doesn’t have a bag, no clothes, nothing - he didn’t think to bring anything, he didn’t want to bring anything. He doesn’t even want to be here, he wants to be at home, he wants to make it right, he wants to take that terrible hurt look off Jubilee’s face and make sure she’s okay but... the way she’d looked at him when he said those utterly stupid words, Harry doesn’t know if he’s strong enough to see that again. “Julian, it’s Harry.” He knocks again, hoping he’s awake, hoping he’ll even let Harry inside at all because if he doesn’t - well, at least Harry’s couch in his office is comfortable enough, maybe that’s a somewhat decent alternative.
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[ ❢ ] Julian
[ ❢ ] my muse discovers yours all bloodied and bruised. || @ofhellionkeller
a pair of dark eyes widened with concern at the sight of julian. laura rushed to his side, looking all over him to see the extent of his injuries, running her hands over the various cuts and bruises to find anything significant. as she recognized them as nothing life threatening, her face of worry slowly warped into an angry scowl. “ who did this to you? ”