#wallingsstarter

[quinn--avery-blog]

[quinn--avery-blog]

You know if you take a picture it’ll last longer.

[reinacross]

“Its not broken, well it is a little. It doesn’t matter then nurse can heal it in a second flat.”

[reinacross]

Spin the bottle? What is this the seventh grade?

[daisy-daze-duchannes-blog]

I’m not a bloody medium-for-hire, you don’t get to come up to me and ask about your dead friend, and you don’t get to ask how you die, just stop.

[reinacross]

“Fine but only one line, I’ve got shit to do in the morning.”

[danny--daniels]

“Yeah, hi, to whoever keeps setting fire to the trashcans in the locker room...”

“Please stop. Please?”

[quinn--avery-blog]

[insert creative title here] || Mini Para OPEN

“Hey arsehole, I will end you,” Nyx smirked as he stood a few meters away from his brother, who, like him, was shirtless and in track-pants, holding a bo staff. “You wish, bitch,” Quinn smirked in return. The two of them looked like a mirror, even the scars that marred their skin matched, standing on opposite sides of the mat, that was before they moved towards each other in what was frighteningly fast for someone without powers relating to speed. The wooden bows clanged together loudly in the next to empty training room. They seemed identical, but they could be told apart by the way their fought, Quinn was graceful, strategic and strong, whereas Nyx was violent, vicious and quick. As each one moved to strike with their staff, the other would counter just as quickly, every blow blocked, or dodged. They were so wrapped up in their sparring, that they didn’t notice anyone else in the room.