#silver-argents

[miidnightersarchive-blog]

@silver-argents

It’s broad daylight when Hartley steps out of the car. She’s heard rumours of lots of supernatural activity in the area, and had told her bosses that she’d be working form the road for a little while (but when wasn’t she?). Looking around, Hartley knows she has to find a motel to check in to, but first - food. Somewhere to eat, scope out the town and try and figure out who might be a target.

There were also reports of other hunters in the area. Hunters that didn’t seem to be doing their job, since the supernatural were still running around. Hartley was armed with a list of names, lest she run into one, and--

Oh. There one was.

Smiling, designer purse with gun hidden inside on one shoulder, Hartley makes her way over.

“Hi. You’re an Argent, right?”

[texcsfcrevera]

@silver-argents // sc.

Tim was lounging almost dramatically across one of the couches in the Gryffindor common room, a soft hum escaping his lips as he watched the flames dancing in the fireplace. He knew he should probably be studying, but he just didn’t have the ambition to get up and look for his books- and he was feeling a bit sleepy, admittedly. A long moment passed before he spoke up to a passing sixth year, his face scrunching up briefly. “Where’s the closest blanket in this room?” he questioned, too tired to actually sit up and look for it. “And if you could bring it to be, that’d be great. Or else I could just... You know. Magic it over here.”

[lcstpaths-a]

&. nate archibald ( @silver-argents ) gv sc.

                          He was shaky in a way that he only got after- well, he wasn’t sure what to call it. Nate had always called them “visions” but he wasn’t sure what they were technically named. Either way- he hated them. The teen leaned heavily against the wall of one of the many corridors running throughout the school, chest heaving just slightly as he struggled to compose himself. Vacant blue eyes stared ahead of him, searching for some sort of detail- a crack, a crevice, whatever he could focus on- to bring him completely back to earth. But his focus was broken by the sound of someone in the corridor, body instinctively flinching as he struggled to come back to his bearings. “Who’s there?” he muttered, eyes still not entirely focused on his surroundings.

[residentbcdgirl-a]

@silver-argents wanted a valentine’s starter

❝Hey so uh I was wondering if you uh..❞ Dear god he’s nervous. And honestly doesn’t know if he is doing the right thing but he wants to give it a shot.. ❝..had any plans tonight and if you didn’t if you’d like to maybe make plans with me?❞

[protectxrsa]

starter    call   --    dr   deaton   &   allison.    @silver-argents​

“   i   am    starting    to    wonder    if    the    rules    to    our    supernatural    world    aren't    as    rigid    as    i    once    thought.   maybe    someone's    trying    to    change    those    rules.   ”

[iiimpulse]

@silver-argents liked for a starter!!

Travis let out a laugh, that of mockery. In no way did he believe that Allison played an essential role in the McCall pack, not anymore. Why did they need her? Moral support? The way she stood up for her worthless friends was hilarious. From everything he'd heard, they never showed an actual act of kindness towards her. It was as if every time they attempted to; there was an underlying reason. A purpose that was manipulative, a mission that proved how much they didn't care. Maybe that’s only how he saw it, no matter the truth that was behind it.

“You don’t have to be so loyal to them.” He muttered, shaking his head as he moved to lean against the wall. “What happened the last time you depended on any of them? And I mean... Scott threw you away for Kira. Just because you had a thing with Isaac, he fell in love all over again. He shouldn't have given up on you so easily.”

Not to say that he didn’t do the same with Kira by falling for Malia. “Scott’s a fool.” He stated, eyebrows raising. "Don't fall for his bullshit."

[bluepuff-a]

@silver-argents

bubbles never really got visitors. at first, she thought it might’ve been one of her friends from cheerleading or art club. but it wasn’t. it was that girl that watched her get scratched by a wolf (at least, that’s what she thought it was). “i didn’t tell professor where the scratch came from, if that’s why you’re here.” she told them those came from one of her many superhero fights. he believed her but her sisters were still suspicious about what happened. “i should have but i didn’t. so, whoever that was, they’re not going to get run out of town.”