MOVED TO EMPTYONCE!

          already unwilling, ellie’s hand curls around her switchblade, safety always a concern. she came first. wriggling from under her stolen coats, she takes no time to stretch, worming her way past him and towards the streetlights, the shadows acting as her cover. she hides with experience, perhaps giving herself away -- she has always been looking after herself, always moved like this. glancing over her shoulder, the auburn haired youth folds her arms, foot tapping expectantly.   ❛  so ? any reason you nearly trampled me ? was that guy a murderer ?  ❜   

          mouth twists into a small smile, joy and excitement stronger than the insecurity that had previously plagued her. lucy switches between expressions quicker than she can process them -- it’s what keeps her perpetually smiling. while she doesn’t believe in the story to a full extent, it proves her point -- ghosts are not real, and one does not plague this island. the cold sheen she had been wearing evaporates: fear dissipates quickly, and she is back to bouncing on the sand.   ❛  ah knew it wasn’t a ghost, i did ! thought that was too sus, even with what everyone’s saying. never believed in ghosts, me. funny, though -- how a chap wandering ‘round t’island ‘asn’t been found yet, innit ? what’s the craic on that ?  ❜     

          laughing, she charges after him, one hand clamped harshly on her hat to keep it on top of her wild curls.    ❛  ay up, kidda – chill y’ beans, i’m comin’ as well !  ❜    however childish it may seem, two assistants barrelling down a road in search of clues and adventure, this is how lucy liked it – out of alfendi’s stuffy office, with company just as excitable as she was.    ❛  this well i’n’t fair, you ‘ad an ‘eadstart and you’ve got less t’carry !  ❜    her bag bangs on her hip, surely to leave a bruise, but she doesn’t care, not when there’s a mystery to solve. 

          how cold of her – the only thing she’s ever cared about is her own life, thriving in a world that was so determined to have her dead before her twentieth naming day. elbows resting on her knees, the sellsword looks up at her partner and heaves a sigh, moving to drain the last of her warm ale from her cup and standing, using her extra inches to look down her nose, if only for a second.    ❛  this is a bad idea, little brother. you’re fighting a war that isn’t yours.  ❜    her warnings, she knows, fall on deaf ears: beskha should’ve heeded the advice she had taught herself at the very beginning. caring gets you killed. with a heavy sigh, her shoulder pushes against his playfully as she starts off, looking over her shoulder impatiently, like he is the one having doubts.    ❛  are you going to keep me waiting, asher ? together ‘till we’re dead.  ❜     

          always very people orientated, matt is very aware that his friends are in danger, and he’s doing nothing about it. despite chris’ assurances, his pacing doesn’t cease, and he begins to gnaw anxiously on his already blunt nails.    ❛  dude. but, like, what if -- what about emily, or sam, or mike -- or ash ? what if --  ❜    stopping, he lets his sentence hang, the worst possibilities revolving around the room. 

          folding her arms across her chest, lucy scrunches her face almost childishly, reddened cheeks squishing in her confusion. she was under the impression that no one knew the full extent of the ghostly happenings -- that’s why they had been called, pulled away from their usual murders and dropped into a strange supernatural case. she’d be lying if she said the whole idea didn’t give her goosebumps: she was never one to enjoy thoughts of the occult.    ❛  well -- blimey, i dunno. what can y’ tell me, then ? if ‘am honest, ‘a don’t think that t’prof trusts me on me own that much. we don’t usually go out of t’office, an’ he tells me ‘am reckless.  ❜    however true that may be, her insecurity is already quite clear, bottom lip pulled between nibbling teeth. 

          winks………. idk if anyone remembers but before i changed my alias a while back i went by eli and….. i miss it a whole lot so. im gonna be going by eli again bc i can never make up my damn mind

         hands dirtied and raw, ellington pauses her quick, twisting movements, the unground coffee beans threatening to spill from the small rag she’d caught them all up in. how she ended up here, it’s impossible to tell -- utterly discouraged, she cannot recall the last time she had rested. following his line of sight behind her, faced with so much nothing it’s almost overwhelming, she frowns, eyes disproving.    ❛  my section ? no, this is just somewhere i am. who are you ?  ❜     

         she paces, and she thinks, and she plans. lucy -- temeraire, as they call her, reckless in name and nature -- is a powder keg ready and willing to explode and take as many as she can with her. turning, ratty curls showering over her shoulder, she stops, wild eyed and disdainful. before she gives an answer, she spits on the trodden floor. taking the girl from the north did not take the north from the girl.    ❛   ‘ave i fuck, mate ! the twats’d ‘ave an ‘ard time getting anythin’ from me, ‘n that’s sure as eggs is eggs.  ❜    so young and yet so jaded, the crease in her brow well-worn, it’s strange and a little disturbing, the form her old optimism has taken.

         ( riles. )   this is a really interesting question ! if you need me to elaborate on WHY i won’t ship these things, just shoot me another ask ! um. let’s see. i won’t ship laurens and mulligan, i won’t ship matt and josh, i won’t ship sucre and michael, i won’t ship jd and veronica in a healthy way, i won’t ship ellie and joel, and ?? that’s around all i can think of ? chemistry is key, and i really don’t want to rule anything out aside from what,,,,,,,,, ive already ruled out,,,, but honestly if you wanna ship w/ a muse i probably already ship it no lie