#salem:start

[n0rthernattitude]

where: beans coffee shop who: dom + open

because he made a habit of an afternoon stop at the cafe, the employees seemed to recognize him and get his fairly simple order ready without his even having to stop at the register first. he always paid in cash, so when the barista slid his drink across the counter, he traded them for a crisp ten dollar bill with the understanding that they could keep the change. this time, though, when the employee slid his coffee, black, across the counter, someone else reached for it, too. heaving a heavy sigh, dom squared his shoulders and tipped his chin towards the drink the other was holding. "i think you grabbed the wrong cup," he said conversationally, hands sliding into his pockets. "if you don't believe me, check the name." the girl behind the counter was notorious for turning the o in his name into a heart. he could see it disappearing from beneath the sleeve from here.

[falsebrxvado]

The Supreme Leader of the First Order was currently lost, and he hated it. He was on the rebuilt Supremacy one minute, then in this town the next. Not to mention, he felt the presences of his family members. He was so on edge that when someone approached him, he ignited his lightsaber and turned around with a scowl.

“What could you possibly want?”

[beautiifulsupernova]

         mary was confused beyond her wild beliefs. she didnt know where she was, but she did know it wasnt france and everything around her wasnt like thing she ever knew. ‘ where in the heavens am i. ‘

[betterxsolo]

@jaina-solos@orrganaleiia @skywalker-jedi

Jacen had never had a healthy way of coping with his feelings and life. The only thing he can attribute that too is himself. The Solo kids were never smart with their feelings. He thought he’d locked himself into his room, faking being caedus was draining his heart and soul and god was it hard. he was breaking down as the door found it’s way open and he really wasn’t sure to react when he turned to find who he found. “Go away.”

[oncexfuturexking]

It had been nearly two weeks since Arthur became confined to the small forest. It wasn’t ideal, but also was not out of the ordinary either. He had a tendency to find himself in these types of situations more times than he’d like to admit, especially with Merlin as a servant. For one who has magic, Merlin could really be a buffoon sometimes. The thought still pinched at him, knowing Merlin kept it from him for so long. As a king, Arthur had been trained to never give up on your fight, though that didn’t seem to be a notion that many took.Most around him had seemed to concede early on, in no hopes of escaping. Arthur took many left and right turns, but still ended up right where he started every day. As another day past, Arthur pulled his sword in another attempt to leave until surprisingly he was finally freed. With the brisk breeze blowing against his cheek, the former king gyrated his hues around the still unfamiliar surroundings.This was certainly not Camelot, but where the hell was he, or more importantly where was Merlin. 

Sauntering his feet through the grass, Arthur compressed his lips tightly with an expression of confusion across his face as he took another steady step forward. It had been days since he had showered and really ate.Dirt sat on his cheek with his eyebrows scrunched. Small sweat droplets streamed down his face. It had been slightly over three weeks since he had been brought back to life and he was uncertain what to make of it. But, if there was one thing Arthur knew it was that his small reunion with Merlin had been too short, and he had to find him, had to see him one more time. “Merlin!!” He called out,until hearing someone behind him. Arthur swiftly turned around pulling out his sword. “ Have you seen my servant?____” Arthur paused for a moment before proceeding. “ I mean my friend?” With the words leaving his lips, the corner of his mouth curled. 

[fallenxsavior]

“I’m not going to ask you again, why did you  request for my presence”

[merlinemris]

Did you know, that no matter how hard you try, it’s nearly impossible to tell one section of forest from another? And true to theory, Merlin was no different. About thirty miles back he began nicking trees with a small knife to tell when he’s passed one. Unfortunately, that meant he could very clearly see his failures as he passed a tree with five, yes, five, small nicks taken out of the bark. How he managed to walk around the same square feet of forest for hours, he’ll never know. Blame it on exhaustion or dumb luck - emphasis on dumb. The warlock let out a growl as he kicked at said tree and fell to his knees. He’d left Salem hours ago, and all he had to show for it was severely torn trousers, bloody knees, and a worse sense of direction than he started with. 

He had been so close before - he felt it. He felt Arthur. Their bond was so much deeper than flesh of man. How else had he known Arthur needed him, centuries ago, when Merlin was half-lucid poisoned by the Morteus Flower? He thought he could smell something burning, flesh, maybe? The phantom breath of Salem’s magic crusade.  It was like the itch the smell of cinnamon gives you. It almost tickles your nose, but really it’s like a bunch of little ants nibbling. He scratched at his nostrils idly.

Merlin still had nightmares about being burned at the pyre. 

He hammered his fists into the mud, looking for something, anything, for his restless body to do.

With a new found sense of determination, he ran. Wind whipping his face, making his cheeks red with exertion and wind-burn. He panted but didn’t stop. He couldn’t. If running toward his death meant saving these people than he’d do it. There was no glory to be had here, not this time. He had to do it now, before Arthur was lost for good, before Arthur’s life was anything but safe. He wouldn’t let the other missing loved ones down. He wouldn’t let his destiny down. He wouldn’t - couldn’t - let his King down. 

Arthur believed in him, more than he would ever believe in himself. But that was enough. 

His adrenaline spiked and he was running again. 

[thexknightt]

“ They are gone and it’s my fault”