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[tragicies-a]

you’d  think  he’d  be  used  to  waiting .   he  once  was .   before  all  this ,  that  is .   life  became  so   ...    mundane .    colorless .   boring .    you  woke  up   &   followed  a  routine  to  move  the  time  until  the  day  ended .    you  went  to  sleep .    you  did  the  same  thing  the  next  day .    he  hardly  ever  took  a  day  off  from  work  in  an  effort  to  minimize  any  stagnant  time .    waiting  put  glass  over  your  eyes   &   white  noise  in  your  mind  as  you  watched  the  world  crumble   &   rise  up  time   &  time  again .    when  he  came  here   &   remembered  waiting  he  thought  that ,  perhaps ,  he  had  finally  found  an  end .    things  became  a  little  brighter ,  a  little  sharper .    he  was  searching  for  arthur  in  every  face  he  saw  again ,  desperate  for  a  light  at  the  end  of  the  tunnel .

days  passed .   months  passed .   it’d  been  almost  another  year  here .   nothing .   dullness  was  beginning  to  sink  back  in  slowly .    he’d  fall  back  into  the  cycle  soon  enough ,  convinced  that  destiny  had  simply  tricked  him  again .   the  mystery  surrounding  the  town   &   what  kept  him  there  gave  him  a  slight  preoccupation  but  even  with  gwen  here   &   even  with  his  promise ,  he  was  still  waiting .    just  somewhere  else .

he  clocked  out  of  work .   he  waved  goodbye  to  the  pharmacy  techs .   he  began  the  walk  back  to  the  resort .   next  in  his  plans  was  simply  dinner  then  bed .    then  the  day  would  repeat  tomorrow .    his  eyes  stay  forward  as  he  walks ,  staring  but  not  looking  much .    it’s  a  miracle  his  eyes  catch  the  sight  of  blond  hair  as  he  passes  the  gym .    it’s  true  his  mind  can’t  envision  arthur’s  features  as  clearly  as  it  used  to  but  he  can  still  recall  the  sunlight  shining  on  his  hair  like  a  crown .    it  did  the  same  to  this  hair .    he  blinks   &   focuses  on  the  man’s  face  now .

he  stops .    for  a  moment ,  it  feels  like  his  whole  world  does  as  well .

arthur’s  face  sharpens  in  his  mind  once  more ,  the  sight  of  him  piecing  anything  merlin  might  have  forgotten  back  instantly .          ❝    arthur  ...   ❞         the  first  time  he  says  his  name  is  on  a  breath .         ❝    ARTHUR !   ❞           the  second  time  is  shouted .    merlin  what  felt  like  his  first  fresh  breath  in  years .   then  he  began  to  run .    he  ran  because  the  sooner  he  could  stop  waiting ,  the  better .

CLOSED STARTER /     @spcllbovnds​​ ,  arthur

[hiddenwoodengems]

@spcllbovnds​ for Poe

There was relief when maybe there shouldn’t have been. Sure everything was familiar but that was the trick, wasn’t it? Get everyone comfortable only to mess with their heads. He’d seen Rey and though he was thankful they were there, it didn’t stop the uncertainty that flowed within him; that alone feeling crept back and ate away at him. At least until he saw another familiar face. Taking a second glance, just to be sure, perhaps watching form a distance a little longer than he should’ve, Finn felt relief wash completely over him when he came to the realization it really was Poe. “Poe!” He cried out, hand lifted and probably drawing a bit too much attention, but he didn’t care. Already he started jogging towards him.

[magicbrought]

🗼  @spcllbovnds​ — louis de pointe du lac. 

ever winding bookshelves that towered well above her height were a blurry reminder of days gone by. children’s laughter disrupting the silence and a father who could silence those children with only a look. there was a time when she would have written it off as a dream; a hope, so badly, for somewhere to belong. she’d find it, one day. find her grandmother and the life she should have had. the library seems to draw her further into its depths; past children’s tales and fiction books towards something more dense. towards history. she stops a minute, outside the section. turning her head just so, her gaze finds purchase on a young man. librarian?   “ excuse me. could you tell me where i’d find books on the romanovs ?  — or leningrad ? anything about the overthrow of the tsars of russia, really. ”   she knew how the story went. she just wanted to see it in writing.

[tragicies-a]

from  writing  about  love  for  ages ,  you’d  think  he’d  be  better  prepared  for  it .    that’s  the  thing ,  though .    despite  his  talent  for  honied  words  on  paper ,  christian  actually  knew  so  little  of  love .    he’d  never  been  in  it  before  really .    only  in  dreams .     he  longed  for  love  at  first  sight  but  didn’t  know  he’d  have  it  one  day .    but  now   ---   his  heart  skips  beats  when  he  looks  at  this  girl .     more  beautiful  than  diamonds .    more  beautiful  than  stars .    the  kind  of  beautiful  found  in  his  most  longing  stories .     &   something   ---   so  painfully  familiar .    it  makes  him  feel  like  he  could  do  anything ,  but  also  like  he’s  lost  everything  all  at  once .           ❝   i  ---   ❞         he  blinks .    swallows .    blinks  again .    how  long  has  he  been  staring ?          ❝    i  ---   i’m  sorry .    you   ---    you  look  just  like   ...    my  book .    the  girl  in  my  book .   ❞

CLOSED STARTER    /    @spcllbovnds​ ,  satine 

[hiddenwoodengems]

@spcllbovnds​ for any

It’d been a long time since she’d been able to practice her signing with another that when she dropped to her knees to be on their level, Ariel smiled widely at the child. She told him how happy she was and how beautiful they were before she leaned in and kissed their forehead. “It’s such a beautiful thing, isn’t it?” Ariel asked the first stranger that passed her, still all smiles but she didn’t care. Nothing could seem to bring her down.