extrarequiem

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PLOTTING  //  STARTER  CALL

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the cold wind blowing against her face turned her cheeks red and even as veronica pulled the scarf against her neck, it didn’t seem to make it better. the coffee shop was truly one of the best places to hang out in  but… well, it wasn’t the right place for someone who wanted something warm and comfortable, to go with their coffee. she didn’t mind it, though.  winter was one of her favorite seasons for multiple reasons – it was the best time for fashion and layering (obviously) and to stay at home,  accompanied by warm blankets, a cup of cocoa and netflix – even if today, that had not been a possibility.

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the town was annoying – something that loki would never be able to get over and yet… surprisingly, he had found his way around. he kept mostly to himself – except for a few occasions where just couldn’t help it but so far.. it was good. he was alive, he was breathing and.. thank odin for that, thanos was not around. he never wanted to see the other again, for obvious reasons and.. he was much better off in her, where the mad titan couldn’t get to him.  not now.. perhaps not anytime soon, at least for the next five centuries. because.. because seeing him meant talking about everything that happened and loki did not need a reminder of those last few hours of terror.. he had one, right across his neck. it wasn’t like the scar would let him forget it anytime soon, anyway. but still.. there wasn’t much about the town that he did not like. he appreciated the library, of course and how he could spend hours and hours there – without anyone even noticing him, due to his excellent magic skills. and when there weren’t many people around, he enjoyed the park. it was quiet, it was lovely and.. it reminded him of the gardens in the palace, where he spent long afternoons with his mother. and so, he kept mostly to himself – diving his time between the park and the library and.. the shop that he was thinking of opening – praying with everything that thanos would not show up in here.. that he and thor could be safe, for the first time in a very, very long time. 

Everything in him had been stressing over every little test or piece of homework that came flying at him. Kevin adjusted his strap on the messenger bag as his other hand gripped tight onto his chemistry text book. Stress was usually his fire that made him go faster, but all he wanted was one moment not to have to memorize some formula or chemical. Shaking his head, he jogged up the little way he had to go to get into Pop’s. It was a true place of solace for just anyone who needed to escape the world outside. Even if for only a moment.

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pepper had just recently gotten her memories back, but.. after everything that had happened, she was glad that she had at least gotten to forget everything, even if only for a little while. not her daughter, though. she didn’t want to forget her daughter - ever, because.. she was the most important person in the world to her. to pepper, nothing else mattered more than morgan and.. now that she had her back, well.. pepper knew she was going to do absolutely everything she could do, in order to make up for the time she had lost with morgan.  that was why she had gone through almost every single shop in the island, trying to find the perfect gift for morgan. she knew she had a lot to make up for, but.. it wasn’t her fault. it hadn’t been her fault or tony’s or anyone’s, things had just happened the way they had happened and.. there was no making up for the past now - there was only making sure the future wasn’t as sad. she had been so distracted that she didn’t notice she was about to bump into someone, right until she did, sending most of her shopping bags to the ground. “god, i am, so, so sorry.. i wasn’t watching where i was going.”

patty always knew that there was something missing in her life. well.. there was and even if most people would argue and say that she had a perfect life, well.. patty knew that there was something missing. right there, she. she knew that she might have been one of these people that had forgotten their past lives, because.. there was no way in hell that she had those weird dreams at night out of nowhere. still, there wasn’t much to do with that and she kept going on with her life as if there was nothing wrong, because.. in a way, there wasn’t. patricia blum was perfectly healthy, thank you very much. patricia blum had an amazing job.. patricia blum had a very god life and even better friends. still, she felt like.. she felt like there was something there that she didn’t know and what she hated the most was the fact that she could do nothing about it but wait and.. maybe.. maybe, one day, be lucky enough to have her memories return. finishing up her drink, patty turned to the person near her, sighing a little bit. “do you ever like… you’re not from here? like.. you’re supposed to be someone else?”

As Anakin perched his body up from the ground, he felt the sharp edges of the weeds brush against his side. The bottom edge of his robe lifted slightly, as the cool air gusted against his cheeks. With his mechanical hand, he tapped the lateral of his leg with his fingers, as an impeding and scorned gaze filled his hues The Sith’s eyebrows lifted with a stringent grimace stretched between his features. Both brims of his mouth curved into a slight oval, as an immense exhale of air split from his lips.

Tyrone’s eyes glanced at the sky, before transporting himself into the shadows. He sees a small child standing in a grave. The vision was not something he’d want anyone to see. Swiftly after, his body forcefully crashed onto the seaside near the water. Tyrone’s head fell back and buried itself into the sand. He laid motionless. The sounds of the water were peaceful.