#searchinghearts

[hiddenwoodengems]

@searchinghearts​ for any

Some kind of party somewhere was happening before Finn ever got the chance to realize it and he was handed a drink. Then another and another. Soon, his world was colors and music and smiles. “Have you tried the blue bottle?” He yelled over the music, laughing for no particular reason. “Highly recommend it!”

[warsraging-a]

@searchinghearts​​  // starter call

she’s only half-awake as she clumsily rushes to the front door, yanked out of her much needed sleep by frantic knocking. a low ow falls from her lips when her hip ungracefully bumps against the coffee table, fumbling to find the light switch. “i’m coming, i’m coming!” she almost shouts, so whoever’s on the other side can hear her. once lucy’s finally at the door, it takes her a few seconds to actually manage to unlock it     but as soon as she opens it, any trace of sleepiness is gone from her features. “oh, my god!” she exclaims as a reflex. blood never really bothered lucy, even so early on her internship, but seeing it dripping from a friend was enough to knock the air right out of her. “what happened??”

[queenv]

@searchinghearts​ mutuals starter call

“Okay but GIRL-- you know we’re going to get along when we’re twinning with our Birkin bags,” Veronica’s eyes lit up, admiring the work of art on the other girl’s arm before she moved to reach her hand over for the other girl to shake. “Veronica Lodge, and I’m not USUALLY a part of the welcoming committee, but I couldn’t resist. You should meet Kevin.”

[hopeslastchxnce]

closed starter || @searchinghearts​ || charles && tony

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Charles had never been to the fire pits, but his students had encouraged him to go. They all gave it high praise noting how peaceful it could be late at night if one was in the mood for clarity. That was right up Charles’ alley and so he opted to go just before midnight, wheeling himself in front of an empty pit with a bag of marshmallows and a stick he brought from home.

He had yet to roast his first marshmallow when another joined him quietly. They stood at a distance, but the way their eyes stared into the flames told Charles all he needed to know without the gift of telepathy. Something was on his mind, but then, that was most of Woodshore from day to day. People were always searching for that which was lost while Charles was simply searching for peace of mind.

Eventually Charles reached down for his bag so he could begin roasting his snack when his snack as well as other things tipped out of the bag. “Well crap,” he muttered. The man next to him rushed to his side and was kind enough to spare Charles the difficulty of trying to gather things up without his ‘claw’. His telekinesis was usually his go-to method but out here, he dare not use his abilities without drawing attention to him.

“I am terribly clumsy so thank you,” he said quietly. The bag was placed in his lap with his phone being the last thing the stranger extended towards him. Their fingers brushed lightly in the process and that’s when Charles looked up, unable to tear eyes away from him. It was as if time stopped ( and it probably did quite literally ) for those few seconds while the faces of people Charles couldn’t remember flooded his mind. Fingers curled, eyes closing briefly as memories slipped between the two of them. Seated at a table were five other men, one of them being the man standing next to him.

Charles looked around the room in confusion while bits and pieces of a heated conversation took place.

“I’m sorry Mr. Stark, but I cannot back something that could potentially enrage Magneto and backfire on me. I have to put mutants first when no one else does.”

“We need to work together to prevent civil war!”

Charles blinked, gasping as he pulled his hand away from Tony. Looking up at him, they both seemed too shocked for words. Heart racing, the figure standing over him no longer felt like a stranger. His aura felt familiar, his name and face recognizable now. HE WAS TONY STARK: AKA IRON MAN and they knew each other once upon a time. . .

Averting his eyes towards the fire, Charles broke the uneasy silence, but just barely. His mind was still working things out and it terrified him a little.  “I---I’m sorry. Sometimes... when people touch me... things happen.”

[spcllbovnds]

@searchinghearts > louis de pointe du lac to anyone! 

louis was caught in the strangest place. it was schrödinger’s existence: he both was a vampire and wasn’t a vampire. he had memories and he had cravings that he couldn’t explain. but vampires were the thing of gothic fairytales, or used to literally describe humans who displayed the worst of humanity. they were robbed of it, those poor souls, but hardly from means other than their own doing. still. it was burdensome, wasn’t it? louis went through peaks and valleys with this journey, and at the moment, he was leveling out. he sipped at his cup of tea (if he could still enjoy tea, he was human, wasn’t he?), lifting it towards the other, almost in small toast. “oolong,” he commented. “it’s the best they offer.”

[warsraging-a]

@searchinghearts​​  // starter call

"hey, you!” she greets cherfully, stepping inside the garage with a bright smile and a cup of coffee on each hand. “thought i’d stop by to check on how the car’s doing.” not like she had anything better to do, anyway. amy found herself incredibly bored in such a small town, where nothing really seemed to happen. at least the coffee was pretty good, she’d admit. “here.” she offers one of the cups to him. “please tell me i'm not stranded here for a whole week or anything.” between her dull motel room and the crummy shops, she was really close to losing it.

[warsraging-a]

@searchinghearts​​  // starter call

he’s still on the floor by the time the bully leaves, all thanks to the stranger’s intervention. derek doesn’t really know them remembers seeing them in the halls a couple of times since he moved there. ever since arriving to that town with brooke, he’s been the target of much larger, angry guys; he makes for an easy target, too, with how lanky and exceedingly calm he was at all times. no wonder he gets picked on constantly. “uh...” he finally speaks after a moment, realizing it would be weird to stay silent after so long. “thank you      for helping me.”

[warsraging-a]

@searchinghearts  // starter call

"hi!” honey promptly greets, nearly bumping into the other as she’s making her way out of class. “gwen, right?” she doesn’t even wait for an answer, pointing to the girl and then immediately to herself. “i’m honey! we got partnered up for the science project?” she reminds, flashing gwen a wide grin. “i was thinking we could brainstorm a little over lunch, if you’re not busy?”