kings

                   the people in the farm were his own responsibility, come what may – no matter what anyone said, edgar did try to create a place fit for any and all kinds of people, especially those who had been previously lost, struggling to find their way in the world. they could find their home there, much like he had found his in a farm, many, many years ago. much like kevin, of course. one of the very first addictions to the farm, he had never disappointed, not even now. squeezing his shoulder, edgar nodded proudly, smiling a little bit. “that’s fantastic, kevin. i always knew you were meant for great things, once you left your past behind. it’s good to see that’s finally coming true.” and as he predicted, the other said yes. “i’m glad to hear that. this is not riverdale, i’ll admit, but it’s a good town. one where our work can continue.”

       ❝ okay, i don’t know much about music ❞ he replied & shook his head. it was only a few songs he had heard on the radio ❝ hmm, alright. let’s see, it’s a song named someone like you, i believe ?? with adele ❞ that he actually remembers the song title & her name surprised him ❝ can you play that song even though it’s probably old now ? if not, that’s okay. play anything you like ❞ 

lately all myrcellas thoughts had been on her home, and her family. she missed kings landing, and she even missed dorne. she was lost in thought when she realized someone was standing in front of her. “oh, sorry am i in your way?” the kind princess asked.

sam was in no particular rush, stopping before he ran into someone. “huh? oh, no, not really,” he shrugged. “i wasn’t sure where i was going anyways,” he laughed. “lost in your own thoughts?” 

“so this being trapped on some strange magical island has really put a damper in my let’s go get my boyfriend back from hell thing.”

“why do i have this strange feeling that you mean he’s actually in hell and that’s not just some exaggeration?” 

“why is everyone saying ‘may the fourth be with you’ to me? is it some… lost in translation type of thing? they changed ‘force’ to ‘fourth’?”

His mind was busy. Thoughts of Gotham– of Edward. The pain from his leg was increasing. It started from his ankle all the way to his knee. It was making it harder to walk lately. Not even the warmth of the isle was helping. Maybe it was the cold of The Iceberg Lounge ( which he was happy that appeared on this new land ). His club had been dead lately; threatening his wealth. God. Perhaps he was just bored. This wasn’t Gotham– no criminals to reign over. Was he even still Penguin in a world that didn’t really know him?

Hearing the door of his club open, the crimelord sighed as he swirled his glass of wine. “We’re closed.” He mumbled before sighing. “Who am I kidding? Any amount of business is welcome.”

Kol was strangely used to the island and tried his best to find a routine to do. His routine didn’t always include frequenting a club, but it was a place he hadn’t been to yet and he was determined to hit them all to find out which one it was that he liked and enjoyed the best. Walking in, however, he wasn’t sure if they were even open at first. 

“sorry, i really don’t have time to talk, not unless you’ve seen a purple notebook with stars scribbled on the cover, because its got a lot of private notes in it that i would really like to keep to myself.”

“oh..no.. i can’t say that i’ve seen one like that.” scorpius frowned. “can i help you look for it. i’m usually rather good at finding things. sometimes. it depends, but i’d be happy to help you look.” 

(¸.• ♛ → “Yeah…” She muttered,and the brunette was just way too glad that he was able to be there with her, that’s all she ever wanted. “I was worried about that too. Kol, I just remember…well, I remember me being in the ancestral world, that’s all, then I just woke up here, I thought I would never see you again.”

(¸.• ♛ → “You…youdon’t remember?” She muttered now looking at the other one, part of her that was like a good thing but the other part of her, she just was upset about it. “That’s okay, doesn’t matter now but this might sound crazy but we did, at some point, let’s say I screwed things up, that’s why we broke up.” It was more than just screw things up and she was way too aware of that.

“i can dance, sing and act but put me in front of an instrument and i’m a lost little bird.” she chuckled with a nod. “you admire someone who can sing and i admire someone who can play. but sure give me a song and i’ll sing for you.”

Donny looked at her, not needing to see the keys that he was playing. “Those are all very impressive skills to have. Singing and piano playing are my specialties. A little bit of dance, but certainly nothing much,” he shook his head. “What about Just the Way You Are? Billy Joel?” 

hank nearly spit out his drink. “wait, you play accordion? who the hell still plays the accordion anymore?” hank thought that instrument was only ever learned when someone wanted a job that required one. or as a joke, like the banjo. “seems like one of the more healthy things to keep you going.”

“what’s stopping you from getting one?” he understood that they were a financial burden, but obi-wan thought the tradeoff was worth it for a companion. “i have a yard that one would be able to play in, though if the weather is nice i wouldn’t mind going for a walk. certainly beats going for a walk all on my lonesome.”

“I don’t think all characters need a reason. I mean he did sort of help them fight sometimes.” Blaine shrugged. “Thanks, man. I knew you’d get behind my ramblings. I wrote a new chapter to my fic, by the way. I think it’s good, but I think Finn needs to be doing…something…”

“No? I think that there should still be some kind of purpose for them,” he shrugged. “Oh yeah, I mean, I love Star Wars too. It’s a great series. And it has such an awesome story behind it,” he grinned. “Finn.. I think I was once introduced to a guy named Finn.”