#stargazingdaughters

[louismephistofaust]

"I can't do this anymore"

"Oh come now, we’ve only had a few drinks and you’re done already?" He laughs as he chugs down another.

((I have no idea. This just happened. XD))

[doesnotplaynicewithtyranny]

Children of the Law.

Gracie! *He yelled across the house.*  Have you seen my shirt, You know he one with Loki on it?  *She was always borrowing his stuff and he really needed his shirt tonight, he was going to the movies with friends and he wanted his Loki shirt.*  I swear to GOD Gracie I will kill you if you have my shirt.

[gaminturnedassassin]

Unfit to Tread the Ground I'm Walking On || Open

Fucking Guelemer.

That was who this all tied down to, really. It was pathetic that Montparnasse, the king of the Patron Minette, had to be taken to working with someone so very subpar and unprofessional in his work. And yet, that was just how things ended up. And another night, he might've been able to put up with his boorishness. Somehow, the bullet in his lower back put a pretty swift end to that perception. Tugging Guelemer out of the range was possibly the stupidest thing the dandy had done- and even stupider was the fact that the oaf had lugged him to the hospital, unconscious over his shoulder. 

And now the fact that he was staring blankly at a doctor telling him in his nasally, pitiful tone that he would never walk again, all he could chalk this down to was fucking Guelemer. For all he knew, he was already blabbing his head off about what had happened.

"Get out." The words fell coldly from his lips, his green eyes made of ice.

"Monsieur DuPont-"

"Get out!" he roared, taking ahold of the book at his bedside and hurling it at him. The scrawny, pathetic little whitecoat had bolted, and Mont sank backwards into the cheap-ass hospital pillow. Fuck. Everything was such shit... His head buried into his palms with a deep breath, he took a moment to contemplate all he'd lost, along with his legs. His gang, for one; as if any cripple could expect to be the head of crime in Paris. His life, his pride, now slammed down to the height level of a wheelchair; if he ever left this bed, even. A yell tore itself from his throat, full aggravation tearing through his isolated room in the hospital ward. 

[theduvetpirate]

going to watch a film with my mum i'll be back on later :D

[transparentbutimpenetrable]

Oops!

16. Your character walking in on mine having a heart attack. 

He got up from his chair, only to fall back down again in agony, a fire burning in his chest.  His breathing hitched and he was short of breath.  His breathing accelerated his breaths becoming shorter and shorter as each second ticked by.  He clutched at his chest, feeling his heart rate accelerating.  He collapsed to the floor, his chest tight and completely out of breath.  When the door opened, he glanced over, letting his head fall to the side.  ”Help,” he forced the word out, desperately.

[an-everyday-angel]

"Is It My Teeth?" |I| Closed for stargazingdaughters

The daylight was fading as Gavroche peered over his shoulder to reassure himself that he had not been followed. It was always darker on this side of the city. He told himself it was because it was in the east, that the tall buildings covered everything in shadow, but his heart told him something else. It was darker tonight not becuase of the physical abscence of the sun but because he had seen Gracie on the street. The stare she gave him was cold, reserved, all together so unlike her. And then he saw the boy trailing after her and he understood. He understood all too well.

The gate creaked as Gavroche hoisted himself over the spikes. He ripped his ragged pants on the metal but ignored it. He needed to speak to Gracie. He needed it like he needed air to breathe.

[taintedbythevenomoflies-blog]

"I told you this is not your fight. Will it takes your death for you to understand that."

[stalkerkyoko]

they said they wanted dissappear.

It is lovely to meet everyone! I am always open to talking and answering any questions! My names...

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