#sulfurthenphosphorus

[little-earth-reader]

"Wonderful... What blew up this time?"

[junior-archaeologist]

Morning, MW. Or Evening. Whatever it is for you right now. Did you find what you were looking for? -Em

Morning! Eh, not yet, no, but I did manage to find a few other little beauties. I'm sure some little museum will appreciate them.

--MW

[little-fire-dreamer-blog]

Conceal, Don't Feel | Main!Verse | Open RP

❊  Short Version ❊

There was a chill wind in the air that night, but Ash hardly noticed it. She was still worked up enough that her skin was burning hot to the touch. The only reason she wasn't outwardly panicking and hyperventilating was because of the whiskey she had been drinking, bottle already half empty.

She glanced around the abandoned warehouse, sighing. What was she going to do? No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't calm down, she couldn't cool down. She had already hurt one person. And anybody who knew her would want to help by getting close, which would only make it worse. She didn't want to hurt anybody else.

Stars damn the bloody demon inside her. Damn the White Court vampire heritage in her. Damn herself. Damn her fire, her temper, just everything about her. She was the one who was even the cause of Fleet's breakdown. She was starting to think that maybe it'd have been better off if they hadn't been twins, if it had only been Fleet. If she had never been born. Everybody would have been better off without her.

Maybe they still would be. It'd be easy, to leave everything behind and start fresh somewhere far away. Dad had done it plenty of times before he'd met Mum.

But then, that was the thing, wasn't it? He hadn't, wouldn't, do that now, because he had people to care about. She couldn't bring herself leave Spencer behind, to be looked after by her grandparents. It was bad enough she hardly ever saw Felix. Felix. He had only just gotten back, for however short a time. He'd probably worry if she just disappeared, and who knew how that would affect his work with the war he was fighting. Hell, he was probably already worrying.

She couldn't leave. But she couldn't hurt them, either. Dropping her head in her hands as she started to feel overwhelmed again, the panic rising, and the anger still trying to fight its way to the forefront of her mind, a sob broke from her chest. She covered her mouth, not wanting to make any noise, when she felt a presence nearby. Bloody brilliant. She stood, and looked around cautiously, clasping her hands tightly behind her. "Wh-wh-who's there?!"

[alwaysworth-the-risk-blog]

(so, so far I've seen manips of Olivia Wilde (Angie) and Chris Pine (aka Cale) and Olivia Wilde (again, Angie) and Colin Morgan (aka Emrys), but they both were more like if they were together together, which kinda bums me out, but *shrugs*)