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[serenitystored-a]

@portraitstolen​ sent: “listen. look - look at me. i will never, ever let anything bad happen to you ever again.” ( gabby )

“you promise?” gabby mumbled, rubbing at her left eye. she’d barely managed to hide before the masked people stormed the safe house - hired by the same people that had gone after the rest of immortals only recently -, looking for her, of evidence that another immortal existed. they were taken care of soon enough but it was...well, ”it was scary, red.”

[hisflaws-a]

░ ❚ ░ ❙ ░ ❚ ░ ❙ ░  @portraitstolen​​ said:   ❝ everything is poetry when you’re drunk. ❞

“  Oh,   is  that  how  that  works?  ”   He  talks  through  the  joint  that’s  dangling  from  his  lips.   The  ember  tip  pulsating  as  he  indulges  in  another  hit.   Usually  Max  would  willingly  partake  in  the  drinking,   but  it  had  been  a  long  day.   All  he  wanted  to  do  was  relax.   “  This  whole  time  I  thought  poetry  came  from  acid  trips.  ”   He  chuckles.   “  ---but  I  guess  that  makes  sense  too.   Is  that  why  you’re  always  reading  so  much?   You’re  trying  to  become  the  next  Edgar  Allen  Poe?  ”

[echojacea]

Who is the person you respect the most, and why?

         ❝  probably my mother.    next to that, stacker pentecost. quiet, authoritative, British.  ❞

[palatinetwin]

               ‘ another soul that pluto refuses to admit to the next world? ‘ there was a time he had been the only one, or the only one he had ever seen. now, so many centuries later, just how many were there? ‘ i’m starting to wonder if proserpina has distracted him. ‘

@portraitstolen​

[immortalmuses]

@portraitstolen :  " i'd offer you water but i'm sure you've had ENOUGH of that , uh? "

EXCUSE ME BRUTALITY????

[spymade-a]

semi  -  plotted  starter  //  @portraitstolen​

years  had  passed  since  their  last  meeting  with  one  another.  a  promise  that  they  would  see  one  another  again  to  finally  complete  the  task  they  had  began  all  those  years  ago  was  the  only  thing  they  left  each  other.  sometimes  he  found  himself  wondering  just  where  she  was  in  the  world,  the  fact  that  there  were  others  like  him  wondering  the  earth  forever  taunting  him.  

this  time  he  found  he  could  no  longer  ignore  those  thoughts.  they  were  long  since  over  due  a  reunion,  perhaps  they  might  find  some  more  information  regarding  their  task  this  decade.  it’s  here  that  he  stands,  waiting  for  her  to  leave  the  establishment  he  knew  she  was  currently  within.  “  you’re  a  hard  woman  to  find.  ”  words  called  as  she  appears  upon  the  steps  of  the  building,  light  smile  lingering  at  the  corners  of  his  lips.  “  though  i  suppose  that  is  intentional.  ”

[davenprt]

lyrical  based  starter  //  @portraitstolen​

“  the  fire  is  at  my  feet  again,  and  the  vultures  all  start  circling.  they're  whispering,  you're  out  of  time.  but  still,  i  rise.  ”  turning  her  head  towards  her  companion,  a  silent  question  shining  within  her  gaze;  why  ?  why  me  ?  why  us  ?  

[mtchstck-archive]

@portraitstolen​ : “And yet I still can’t program my DVD player.” oh god the winged kids have unionized

livvy pauses her idle twirling to glance up at her; " you still have a dvd player? " her twirling resumes, eyes drawing away from the other, " man you really are old. "