#rileyshjarta

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❛          it was worth it just to hear you describe it.          ❜

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[theblindangel]

Las Lagrimas || Closed RP

The Boroughs Market had always been one of Margaret’s favorite spots to play her guitar. Nothing but the soft bustle of people rushing to grab their groceries for the day before hurrying to their other business. Sometimes she could even hear children of locals and tourists alike gather around to watch her fingers float over the strings. Her blind scarred eyes remained shielded behind the dark sunglasses bridging across her nose, the hints of the healed flesh peeking here and there around the arms.

The Market was one of the few places she first met one of the other members of her cluster. Sir Malcolm Thorton, knighted by her Majesty for his dedication to the sciences, had sat right at this very corner to paint the people and in the center of his piece was her. Every detail refined as everyone else was painted in a smear of colors and shapes. It was one of her happiest memories.

But times had changed. She had not spoken to anyone in her cluster for years...not after their agreement. Margaret always thought it was foolish to just sit on the corner and play...but...some part of her deep down hoped...no...prayed such a gesture would call out to others...others just like her.

(Song Margaret is playing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1HO4Mfuh83A)

@rileyshjarta

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     “he hurt you. what do you think?”

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            ❛ – – your hair is really pretty, ❜ piper comments.  she must be in a good mood, complimenting riley like that.  the girl rarely says what she thinks, so the spoken praise is a sure sign of happiness.  perhaps she’s had a good day.  

            ❛ so, did you do anything fun for the holidays? ❜

[awolfateherheart]

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Shawna made her way over to the bathroom mirror to start her usual routine: face wash, toothbrush, hairbrush, shower. It had been a rough couple nights living with the Mikaelsons with everyone on red alert about Esther and Mikael coming back. . . .again. Also with Klaus trying to kill everyone . . .again. Her life had grown more chaotic than she needed it to be.

She took a handful of water and splashed her face just to get the morning ritual started. When she looked in the mirror, waiting to see her messy bed head, the hybrid was surprised to be met with platinum blond hair with a single blue streak. 

“What in the hell?”

[awolfateherheart]

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@rileyshjarta @ofliesandmanipulations @adangerouspsychopath Thanks for the follow! Like this for a starter and we canget started on plotting 

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‘And I have a gun’ He thought to himself. Wolfgang rushed over to her, pressing his hands firmly against her wound to stop the bleeding. Trying to put as much pressure on her without hurting her too much. “And what happened to the man?” He asked, if he’d come out alive, he could very well go after her again. He’d make sure to put an end to that if need be it. He had to keep his fellow sensate safe. “Are you okay? C’mon, let’s get you inside.” He held onto her waist as he lead her into his flat. Setting her down on the couch as he took of his jacket. He pulled his shirt off, ripping at the fabric to make strips of cloth. Going to get a small bucket of warm water. He pressed the warmth cloth to her wound, getting rid of as much blood as he could. “This is going to sting.” He said cautiously before splashing alcohol onto the wound. Grabbing the strips of his shirt and wrapping them around her wound. “Did you know this man? Why did he come after you?” Worry laced in tone as well as his gaze.

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“ oh my god what happened? ”

( &; meme - accepting ) @rileyshjarta​

“Nothing,” He said with a shrug of his shoulders. He moved his hand to his face to wipe off the blood dripping from his cheek. “I’m fine, really, let’s just drop the questions, alright?” He didn’t want to talk about. He didn’t like talking about things. Once they happened, it was in the past. No need to talk about it again. These kinds of things happened to him often, so it didn’t bother him. It was an odd feeling though to have someone worried about you. Having eight others, it took some getting used to.