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[decidentis-flores-blog1]

- -   until the other shoe drops  - -

Again. Again. Again. The word bounced around Lucretia’s mind endlessly. Again. Another time she’d been given an easy task - blend in, and act natural - and again, she’d ruined it. She was incapable of being relaxed in the face of any violence or danger whatsoever. Terrified, her entire body shaking, she’d only gotten out of there because a girl she vaguely recognized helped her out. Now, she was standing outside, the bracing night air against her bare arms, yet she could barely feel it because of just how stupid she felt. Unfocused, unprepared, unhappy, as usual. And alone. Well, she thought she was - because of her numbed reactions, she didn’t hear anyone walk up next to her, even ask her a question.

[aboleo-omnes-blog1]

| \  until the other shoe drops / |

Darius was unsettled - he tended to feel right at home being violent, destructive, and just generally causing trouble, but tonight was different for some unknown reason he refused to identify. Perhaps being accompanied by Cassie and Atticus had something to do with it - working alone was more his preference - but perhaps it was because it reminded him of how he used to be. Furious, all the time. Brooding. Homicidal. Getting away from all the chaos had cleared his head, and maybe it was just the smoke from all those fires, but now he felt similar to how he had before. Wishing he had been assigned to be a simple witness, and resenting himself for it, he tensed his body as he heard someone approaching - he wasn’t in a particularly conversational mood.

[lionhearted-moron-blog1]

// until the other shoe drops ; ;

Annie’s nostrils flared, her scowl deepening at the unfortunate soul who happened to be talking to her, giving her the exact look of a perturbed bear. “What I need? What I need to do is to find a way to get out of here. Ed’s going out of his mind, Kira’s at home with a likely very scared babysitter, and I’m hardly injured!” She huffed the words in pure exasperation, clearly very annoyed. “It was just a bit of broken glass! I’m completely fine!”

[ruthless-bellatrix]

until the other shoe drops; aug 1979

So much chaos had been caused in such a short time and Bella could not stop replaying the horrors in her mind. The smoke, the fire, the anxiety and fear on everyone’s faces as the station played and even after they had all discovered the damages to their houses. This is what she joined the Dark Lord for, this power and complete fear that their organization could set into these pathetic people. Having to blink a couple of times to remove herself from the pleasures of her memories she turned her attention back to the question being asked of her, ”No, there was no damage to the manor when I arrived back. Though I do wish to extend my deepest condolences to those who weren’t so lucky.”

[totallyrad-tilden]

until the other shoe drops // f.l.

@ingenue-loqui

Tilden didn’t want to move. Actually, no, she wanted to move. She wanted to run, she wanted to get up out of here and scream as loudly as she could. She wanted to do anything, absolutely anything, but sit here and patiently wait for the healers to finish patching her up. 

Most of them knew her, knew that she was nice and sweet and always enthusiastic, even when it was difficult to be. What they did not know her to be, however, was a fighter, so it surprised the healer whose hand she smacked away from her so much that the woman dropped the bottle of dittany she’d been holding, and it bounced on Tilden’s bedsheets. 

“I want to see Benjy,” she insisted, again, holding her little hands in fists in her lap and trying not to scream. She was freaking out, and she felt like any second, she was going to just explode. “I want to see Benjy, where is he?”

The face that greeted her when the door opened was not Benjy, but it was one she hadn’t realized how badly she’d wanted to see until he was standing there. “Frank!” She tried to jump up from her bed and was all but tossed back down onto the mattress by one of the healers. 

“Stop doing that,” the man said, sounding just about done with his patience. It was not something Tilden heard often, especially not directed towards her. She looked back at Frank, half scared he wouldn’t come in and half scared he would. 

[grimgersnaps]

until the other shoe drops / m.w.

@mollyxprewettxweasley

Zir stuff was gone. Eaten up by the fire, and ze felt bare. There was no favorite jumper ze could wiggle zirself into, there was no giant bed that ze could jump on and curl up with Vinny in, there was just nothing. Ze was just a person in zir mismatched outfit standing on the front steps of the Burrow trying to remember how ze was supposed to act. How to lift zir arm and knock on the door, but ze didn’t have to. Molly must’ve seen zir from the window, and the door was opening before ze could motivate zirself to raise zir hand. Zir lower lip trembled, and ze stepped forward, resting zir head against Molly’s shoulders and not even trying to stop herself from sobbing.