#saferintheshadows

[ambiidexter]

@saferintheshadows

Knockturn Alley is the den to every flavor of magical horror, and Pettigrew can feel it breathing down his neck as he trots past pelted door of pubs for the dodgiest of clientele and shops that do not give receipts. Lamenting his pathetically small size during the day, at the dusk in Knockturn Alley he senses the blessing of being able to become invisible just by pulling the collar over his face and adhering to paths close to the walls. No Disillusionment Charm needed, yet he casts it anyway. In moments like this, he knows he can kill for something like Invisibility Cloak.

At The Dragon’s Breath, he is known as Little Billy, known for his shortness since no one could ever tell his face apart from the others. The place is no better (certainly not) nor worse than any other on the street, Pettigrew chose it for lacking in patrons on holidays. Inaudibly, he thanks Merlin for Mar being there already. Saves him the trouble of claiming the seat, he’s never been good at it even in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

Scurrying nimbly between larger bodies, he could appear a mere child. Sliding into the booth opposite her, he lowers his collar, and crooked little teeth glisten in the candle light.

“Th-thank you for coming, Mar. Have you ordered already? I s-suppose I can treat you to uh…” he produced a handful of sickles from his pocket, “… one firewhiskey.”

[chaosandblueeyes]

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♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye

Marianne flinched–the movement instinctive and ingrained in her from all the times Stratton’s hands had found her–but this was Tannhauser, and he’d never lain a hand on her she didn’t want there. “What?” Blue eyes met blue that demanded attention, and she let out a slow breath.

“I don’t like the way he treats you.” Johann uttered, gazing directly into Mar’s bright eyes. “He’s completely unpredictable. Paranoid. Lashes out at the slightest provocation. Liberally uses his own goods. Besides making a bad relationship from all that, it makes him dangerous for business.”

[motheriing]

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Lisa’s head turned just a tad as she took in his words. People would give their left foot to have a life exciting as his, though, she was certain people would prefer it to be less of a hairy experience. “You didn’t come home all bloody, so I’d say that’s some kind of growth from last time. Do you need a Tylenol or two?”

[witnessmarked]

"Uh, hi. They said the sink's broke." Hugh stood outside the hotel room door, toolbox in hand, hoping to high heaven that it was just this sink, and not a problem with the whole water system. "Sent me up to fix it?" 

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[sociopathichero]

Danila took a sip of his coffee. He had been sitting in a small coffee shop for hours. His earphones were blasting DDT’s twelfth album for the hundredth time. Even though it seemed like relaxed downtime, it wasn’t only for fun. He was on a job.

This time he was supposed to find and kill a woman who had escaped from his employer, Stratton. A peculiar man who apparently wanted some extra help since he had been willing to hire somebody outside of his little gang. The woman, Marianne, was dangerous and didn’t shy away from killing, that much Stratton had told him.

It had taken some time but finally, Danila had located her. The coffee shop he was sitting in was across the street from the apartment Marianne was currently staying. He was waiting for her to return home.

A familiar looking brunette was walking on the street. Danila gulped down the rest of his coffee and headed out. He wasn’t in a hurry: he would want Marianne to settle before he will arrive on the scene.

Danila knocked on Marianne’s door. He shifted his weight as he waited.

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[mcrmaidscales]

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With knees on either side of Marco’s hips, she looks down at him from her perch atop him. Fingers play with the small buttons that line his shirt as she simply regards him. There’s a feeling growing in the pit of her chest for the man before her -- of whom she knows nothing of his more darker attributes and activities. “Where were you last night? I tried calling but you never answered.”

[carnivcreincarnate]

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“If I were a smarter man,” he spoke as his fork speared into the steak that made up his steak and potatoes dinner, “I would have let you figure all of this out on your own. I do have a reputation to keep. The Big Bad Wolf is supposed to stay Big and Bad. He’s not supposed to coddle little wolfies and teach them how to hunt on his own hunting grounds. Reputations can be deceiving.” 

[powerswolfe]

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“I would tell you, you can’t solve all your problems by beating them when they’re in a drunken stupor but,” Wolfe then casually shrugged, “sometimes you can.”