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❝     ————     don’t touch that     ,     ❞     steel - blue gaze settles on the figure at the base of the stairs   ,     attire a bit more modernized    .      a simple enchantment   ,     done the moment she wandered into the sanctum   .       he would have to adjust the spell on that    ,     tooo    ,     then    .      there was much   ,    he found     ,    that needed updating since he had taken over      .        ❝     SHOULDN’T YOU BE IN SCHOOL?     ❞     a brow pointedly raised   .   

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                ❝ but you didn’t tell him ? gwen,                    i thought you were supposed                    to be the responsible one ! ❞

when gwen had arrived on her door - step completely out of the blue, mj had been a little shocked – gwen wasn’t the kind of person who showed up without plans, much less on a school night.

                ❝ i mean, i get it – you love him, of                    course you want him to be SAFE. ❞

even with all the things her father did – mj would never wish bad on him, or her mom. family is family – and with what gwen’s dad does for a living, it makes sense that she wo - rries about him.

        gwen worries about everything.  

                ❝ gwen, of course – we’re besties.                     i’ve always got you. but, still –                     shouldn’t you tell your dad you’re                     here or something  ? ❞

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NEVER  STOP  FIGHTING       /      THE  WORDS  OF  A  GHOST  RING  SO  EFFORTLESSLY  IN  HER  EAR  .                  life  is  not  easy  ,  this  she  knows  .  torment  has  always  been  an  eager  friend  ,  lingering  in  the  shadows  of  her  step  .  shackles  bound  to  dragging  feet  ,  she  fears  she’ll  never  be  free  of  the  creeping  fear  carving  a  home  into  the  hollow  of  her  bones  .         but  try  ,  she  must  .         skills  she’s  acquired  ,  she  wills  them  unto  others  .  protection  is  key  ,  safety  comes  suit  .  loose  digits  drag  stray  pieces  of  crimson  upward  ,  pulling  the  thick  locks  into  a  woven  ponytail  as  viridians  drifts  across  the  studio  ,  a  welcoming  gaze  offered  forth  to  those  filing  in  slowly  .  but  swiftly  ,  a  familiar  face  comes  into  frame  .  she  rushes  forth  then       -      something  between  worry  and  relief  etches  onto  porcelain  lineament       -       a  hand  reaching  for  the  girl  .               ❝           oh  my  god  ,  gwen  .          what  are  you  doing  here  ?  it’s  been  weeks  ,  i’ve  tried  leaving  you  messages  .  i’ve  been  so  worried  and        ----             ❞           perhaps  she  should  give  her  a  second  to  answer  .

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             ❝ who's the girl? that’s gwen stacy ----- and she’s  W A Y  fucking out of your league. ❞

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❝ i don’t want you to see anyone else. ❞ the words come out faster than you’re able to catch them. biting his tongue, carl's brows flexed into a crinkled furrow. he doesn’t want her to meet anyone, go on dates with anyone, go for lunch --- hell, he doesn’t even want her texting anyone that might be a threat. and is that ridiculous? fucking OF COURSE. but it’s just the way he feels.  ❝ i don’t want to see anyone else either. ❞ he finally says, pressing his tongue to the inside hallow of his cheek before shuffling on his feet. 

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he’s searching the ground for her shirt, picking it up with one hand and tossing it in the brunette’s general direction. only then does he flop back down on the bed. there’s no box frame, shit -- it’s LITERALLY just a fucking mattress on the ground covered with a few spare and miss-matched blankets. the house felt loud most days - but now that all the gallaghers were grown with their own fuckin’ issues - today was  q u i e t.  hell.. even the idea of someone like gwen on this side of town was a fuckin’   n i g h t m a r e. the SOUTH-SIDE ruined girls like her - he ruined girls like her. though -- there is no hint of remorse in the smirk that taunts between the two of them.  ❝ are you comin’ to my party tonight?  ❞ he’s leaning on his left side, lookin’ up at her as calloused fingertips cascade down the slope of her shoulders. smooth and pristine.