#septemberbroughtthefcll

[wheelsrusted]

🔦 closed starter : @septemberbroughtthefcll

🔦 featuring : atticus woodard & magnus bane.

atticus knew he'd meet new people given his current circumstances. he was surrounded by strangers , magic and supernatural beings. it was all a little overwhelming for a guy who'd only been brought back to life recently. this stranger was like the others , a piece in the puzzle he was attempting to solve. “ hello. i don't mean to sound rude ... i'm just wondering ... are you from here ? ”

[rxgclity]

@septemberbroughtthefcll - arrow

"Hey, you," he said as he jogged up to the other, "Arrow, right? You work here?" he asked, nodding to the hospital they were in. "My partner's here and I didn't know if you knew anything about it"

[devilsmenu]

@septemberbroughtthefcll - Eddie & Stolas

"I mean there's must be something about it in the books or the internet, right? Dreams must have meaning or something like it. Or maybe I'm just going totally crazy, I don't know" Eddie says to the other, flipping through the pages of a book.

[musingnook]

@septemberbroughtthefcll || aang "Are you shopping for something special?" Ariel asked, leaning over her counter. She always liked to make small talk with her customers.

[rxgclity]

@septemberbroughtthefcll - abigail

"Remind me to never eat sushi from a gas station again," she groaned, face pale as she looked at the other. "Not that we'll possibly see each other again seeing as I don't know you but you know what I mean"

[devilsmenu]

there's a lot more going on than i expected. For rafael and julian!

"That sounds deep. Wanna talk about it?" Rafe asks.

[devilsmenu]

you can stop worrying about me now. For jamie and mal!

"Okay, calm down, I got it. I was just asking, it's not like I was going deeply worried about you" Jamie says with a shrug.

[i-m-hope]

reportedly, this event was important. that usually meant he was going to hate it. important, in his father's world, meant wealth, careful lighting, soft laughter, and people utilizing the words community and legacy like they meant something. it meant dressing well, smiling at the right moments, and pretend he didn't notice every time someone looked at him and saw a headline, his name, and an extension of his namesake's ambition.

the gallery was beautiful, sure. he wasn't blind to it. tall white walls, dark wood fixtures, glasses sparkling, painting lined in uneven bursts of colour and shadow. somewhere, someone was loud enough to feel desperate while others were so quiet they seemed to be waiting for everyone else to shut up long enough for them to escape. it was anyone's guess which one miles was.

he had escaped the thickness of the crowd about twenty thousand-yearsminutes ago. drifted off to the back of the gallery, where the lighting was dimmer and folks seemed far less brave to discuss the garbage they were looking at. though, there was a painting there that kept pulling his attention back no matter how many times he told himself he wanted to leave. it was mostly blue. that's the simple, stupid version -- what he'd say if he wanted to prove he was above it all. it wasn't just blue, it was dark, black in places, light in others. felt like cold water, ache, that morning and every morning after.

he hated that, he hated more that he understood it. it understood him. he never liked being icarus on paper.

the name on the card meant nothing to him, blackthorn. who the hell names their kid something as pretentious as julian blackthorn .. says miles hollingsworth iii. the irony was not lost on him. eyes flick back to the painting, nose scrunching. “ bit overdramatic, ” he murmured under his breath, not sure if he meant the art, artist, or himself. a shift of movement startled him, his head turning just enough to notice someone ( @septemberbroughtthefcll ) standing close. eyes close, he curses under his breath. “ i'm going to hope you're not the artist .. 'cause, i've just made this significantly more uncomfortable for both of us. ”