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[SIT] - sender guides receiver to sit down on a chair / bed / wall / etc. | ochako!

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Her hands were warm against his bandaged chest, fingertips...all except the pinkies firmly guiding him back onto his hospital beds blood stained sheets. Bakugou was in no condition to be standing much less trying to walk his way out of the E.R. recovery wing in search of his classmates. It took Ochako's firm refusal and presence for the blonde to finally surrender. The act of merely standing made his aching frame tired and lethargic as he was forcedly settled over the bed's edge.

"You didn't have to come you know-...i'll be fine."

As crimson spires raised to meet a defiant hazel pair, he didn't find an expectedly angry Mochi girl but...someone who was deeply saddened and worried tearing up at his war wounds. In that moment Bakugou's scowling visage softened, his own feelings of fear/regret and sadness flooding back to him as his heart stopped on the battle field merely months prior. Without even one thought he'd reach out to cup those tear stained cheeks, gently drawing her closer as he half heartedly muttered loud enough for only her to hear.

"I'm here. I'm alive chee-...Uraraka. You know you can't get rid of me that easy huh. Now quit your blatherin'. I'm not deserving of your tears."

White bandage clad thumbs would lightly wipe away any stray tears as they calmingly traced her cheek bones. Katsuki's staggered breath once again an indication Ochako was right. He needed rest, decompression, and in his haggard state he sought it in someone he quietly held so dear to him from a safe distance. Until now.

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gramenviride ; starter

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         ❝ Before  you decide to                   f   l   a   t   t   e   r                yourself , Daphne invited              me. Though...it seems as              though  she  decided   to              disappear  as per usual. ❞

[malfoytrash-blog]

ιт ωαѕ αη αccι∂єηт. 

                                   ▒▌ Ｄ Ｍ           ♕  】   ❝ --- Ah, fuck.  ❞

                                   There is a hiss of breath from the snake                                    as he looks at pureblood pooling on pale                                    finger tips. {   it was too windy -- that move                                    was STUPID. }  He repeated curses under                                    his breath, holding the back of his head. His                                    borderline white  hair colour was making                                     s c a r l e t   drops stand out. His other hand                                    goes to stretch out &  grab his Nimbus 2001 ,                                    whose bristles are bent  from the accident.

                                   Time to see Madam Pomphrey ( who'll probably                                     give him the wrong dose of medicine ) or he can                                     toughen it up and wait for magic to heal him.                                              ------ is he even thinking straight? ----

[malfoytrash-blog]

▒▌ Ｄ Ｍ --- ♕  】

                              ❝Stop  being so emotional.                                   You're making it SNOW ,                                   if you hadn't noticed.  ❞

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▒ ▒ ▒ priimadonnacomplex  ▒ ▒ ▒ 

「♚」❝Oh,  what a stroke of fate. You're here.  ❞

              It was exactly five minutes past the time she told him to meet her.               F a s h i o n a b l y late  as always. He showed up, though, though.               Anyone else, he would have completely stood them up. He walks                over, hands buried in the warm graves of his pockets, hoping to               give them some peace from the cold winds that blew against his figure.               His pointed nose and the edges of his ears are nipped already by                winter's bite, making them red. His shoulders rise up, trying to push               his scarf up briefly in hopes one touch would help. There were such               things are warming charms, but he didn't want to risk being too eager               with it and setting himself aflame. After all, he was rather sensitive to               the aspect of fire.

[hibernalonyx]

@kagemxne

   ❝ i know. i never claimed to understand what you’ve been through.

             we’ve all lost things, but i think you’ve had the worst luck of us all. ❞

"Then you must understand that I cannot return, not now. I'll be honest here, I was not expecting to be pardoned so easily. I could live with whatever punishment they decided to bestow on me, it would give me time to mull things over."

"If I stayed now, I'd be forced into a situation I'm not ready for. I'm not prepared to emotionally invest myself in people only to have them torn away from me again."

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「 ♚ 」❝ I think it's absurd that they're making all the                   Purebloods take Muggle Studies this year. ❞

[   With a snarl of a lip, he prods his finger on a weird      metal object the new teacher had set in front of them.  ]

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Theo & Draco | Empty Manors

theonotthere

He couldn't take it anymore !

 Every day, day on end, he found his hand going to his hair and tugging as though they were strings that would help set his mind right. It didn't help. Neither did pacing  around his bedroom floor as though that was the best way  he could preoccupy himself  for the meantime.

                   One thing he should be grateful for is how he took                    out all the portraits from his room when he was fifteen.                    They were highly annoying with their bickering and                    fussing...watching him always. Every little move                    he made, his ancestors had watched him just like                    they did in the hallways, the livingroom, the study.                    The only free places were the family library, the kitchen,                    and his room, really. 

It was setting him on EDGE.

                    Obviously. His parents could tell but they couldn't                     u       n         d        e        r       s       t       a      n      d                       or they simply didn't want to.                                                                        If they did, they wouldn't be able to breathe                                                               in this forsaken house. Perhaps that was best.                                                                            Ignorance worked on some people.

"Oh, bugger." he breathed, dropping his weight down on his bed, hands                          rubbing over his ashen features. Hunching over, they                          smoothed down till his cheeks were pulled down and his                          sharp cheekbones were standing out more obvious than before.                          Letting free the air in his lungs, he faced an open window                          where he found an eagle owl flying in the distance, gradually                          becoming clearer and larger. Gathering to his feet,                          he made up his mind and fetched a quill, ink, and parchment.

Dear Theo,

                I hope you're not too busy with that full house of yours. I'm coming over at three. I can't take it here anymore.

                            --D. M .

He cast a silent charm to dry the ink before rolling it up. A stray ribbon was hanging off his wall and he used it to tie the letter together before handing it off to his bird. Scratching Zeus's ear, he told him to deliver it to the Nott Manor. It was a familiar location. Before he knew it, his bird was taking off. Glancing behind him in a slow turn, he found it was thirty minutes till three. He would have just disapparated over, but it wasn't so smart when paranoia was still on people's necks.