𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 / 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞.

         𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄   𝐖𝐀𝐒   𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒   𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒   struggled   with.   for   as   long   as   she   could   remember   (   which,   isn't   much,   honestly   ),   she   was   never   a   very   patient   woman.   she'd   gone   to   the   one   person   whose   opinion   she   actually   valued   on   the   matter.     ❛   it   happened   again,   ❜     she   began,   seating   herself   beside   the   girl,   back   straightened   into   perfect   posture.     ❛   someone   called   me   the   mother   of   dragons   again.   ❜     frustration   had   begun   to   ebb   away   at   her,   impatient   for   answers   that   only   avery   seemed   to   have.     ❛   i   don't   suppose   you   have   an   answer   for   that   one   too   ?   ❜

eggsy: i will nick your car and drive it right into the pacific ocean bruv

         𝐉𝐎𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐔𝐏   𝐓𝐎   𝐎𝐍𝐄   𝐎𝐅   his   favorite   colleagues,   eggsy's   smile   is   as   bright   as   per   usual.   tonks   always   had   that   effect   on   him,   being   more   of   a   big   sister   to   him   than   a   colleague,   if   anything.     ❛   new   record,   five   minute   mile.   ❜     his   grin   is   full   of   TRIUMPH,   arms   stretching   out   and   over   his   head.     ❛   i   feel   like   i   can   keep   going   too,   ❜     the   grin   full   of   triumph   turns   smug.     ❛   i've   got   proper   stamina,   you   know.   ❜     a   wink   is   sent   her   way,   behind   thick   spectacles   that   sat   on   the   bridge   of   his   nose.

eggsy: ✓ Read at 7:03PM

         𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐒   𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎   𝐇𝐈𝐒   his   back   harshly,   a   stark   reminder   of   the   object   that   seemed   to   hold   no   importance   merely   a   month   ago.   now,   since   memories   have   been   verified,   since   he   could   finally   accept   his   pieces   of   his   past,   it   holds   more   importance   than   ever.   he's   walking   the   halls   of   hogwarts   that   do   nothing   to   spark   more   RECOGNITION   except   the   sight   of   fiery   red   hair   that   has   his   steps   hastening.   itch   of   his   fingers   becoming   stronger   with   each   inch   that   disappears   between   their   bodies.   soon   enough,   his   hand   grips   the   woman's   shoulder   gently   but   urgently,   twirling   her   about   to   get   a   glance   of   her   face.     ❛   sorry,   i   just—   ❜     the   words   die   on   his   lips   as   his   eyes   scour   the   features   placed   in   front   of   him,   SIMILAR   to   his   own.

also   a   smol   reminder   that   i   have   a   plot   list   here   if   any   of   y'all   are   interested   !

v.  ──    𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘      𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑.    &    imessage.  ❞

         𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄   𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄   𝐈𝐍   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄,   JB   was   the   type   of   dog   that   needed   long   walks   in   order   to   keep   him   entertained.   though,   some   nights,   eggsy   was   lucky   enough   to   get   JB   to   sit   down   and   lounge   on   the   couch   with   him.   today   was   not   one   of   those   lucky   days.   they're   jogging   through   the   park,   more   so,   dragging   JB   by   puny   little   stumps   that   were   his   legs   before   he   manages   to   stumble   upon   a   familiar   face.   one   that   he'd   often   seen   on   the   IMAX   screen.   a   face   he'd   been   fascinated   with   for   some   time   now.     ❛   bit   chilly   to   be   out   and   about,   wouldn't   you   say   ?   ❜     eggsy,   ever   the   dog   enthusiast,   doesn't   even   wait   for   bucky   to   say   anything   before   his   hands   are   all   over   the   obedient   pup   against   the   bench.     ❛   'fraid   i   don't   have   a   spare   plum   on   hand,   bruv,   think   you   can   survive   ?   ❜

         𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓   𝐖𝐀𝐒   𝐎𝐍𝐄   𝐎𝐅   the   few   places   that   daenerys   could   indulge   in   the   fascination   of   those   dragons   in   peace.   she   hadn't   known   much   about   them,   other   than   the   fact   that   they   seemed   to   come   to   her   on   command.   but   vague,   blurry   memories   breeze   through   her   from   time   to   time.   their   names   were   easier   to   recall,   almost   a   silent   TESTIMONY   of   their   relationship   to   her.   it's   when   drogon   growls   that   vicious   growl   that   she   finally   turns   her   attention   to   the   other   company   amidst   them   in   the   dark   woodlands.   the   words   that   drip   from   the   girl   bring   FIRE   to   a   standstill,   to   be   engulfed   by   the   ICINESS   of   her   voice.   but   the   offered   help   only   makes   her   stand   straighter.   as   if   posing   a   threat.   the   hand   that   was   petting   drogon   falls   back   at   her   side   as   she   turns   to   face   her   fully.     ❛   and   tell   me,   how   is   it   that   you   know   of   the   whereabouts   of   my   home   ?   ❜

         𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓   𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃   from   her   has   his   back   straightening   immediately.   he   remembers   that   scent.   knows   that   it   brought   back   one   specific   memory   that   happened   not   too   long   ago.   tangled   sheets,   tousled   hair,   throaty   moans.   it   was   a   night   that   the   wolf   couldn't   forget.   but   it   was   just   a   night,   indeed.   nothing   more   to   come   of   it.   still,   he   can   feel   a   stirring   in   his   body   that   was   unwarranted.     ❛   probably   overheated,   ❜     he   grunts,   taking   another   step   closer   to   her.   not   at   all   phased   by   the   fact   his   neck   has   to   bend   abnormally   in   order   to   meet   her   gaze.     ❛   is   your   car   here   ?   or   did   you   walk   ?   ❜     it   was   probably   dangerous   in   itself   being   left   alone   with   her   once   again.   he   needed   to   put   as   much   distance   between   them   as   possible.

         𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄   𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋   𝐎𝐅   𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆   horrid   reaches   his   senses   and   it   has   his   body   tensing   within   seconds.   it   reeks   of   what   he   could   only   assume   was   death.   though   he's   shocked   to   find   the   owner   of   the   scent   none   other   than   a   girl,   who   seemed   to   look   as   innocent   as   they   came.   bewilderment   clouded   his   features   as   his   eyes   searched   for   any   sense   of   recollection   that   her   face   offered   him.   only   the   vague   feeling   of   familiarity.   he'd   smelt   that   scent   before.   he'd   heard   this   voice   before.   and   yet,   he   couldn't,   for   the   life   of   him,   remember   who   was   standing   before   him   now.   but   her   scent   has   him   on   edge,   can   feel   his   wolf   pacing   in   his   head   with   the   INSATIABLE   hunger   to   devour   the   girl   before   him.   and   soon   enough,   he   can   feel   the   familiar   grumble   of   his   bones   breaking,   the   heat   sizzling   to   the   surface   of   his   skin.   clothes   shredding   without   any   hesitance.   only   seconds   fly   by   before   he's   hovering   over   the   woman,   hands   replaced   by   paws.   face   replaced   by   a   snarling   snout.   eyes   narrowed   at   his   target.

         𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓   𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐁   wanted   to   do   was   play   hero   in   the   dead   of   night.   but   his   hero   complex   can't   help   it   ;   so   he   decides   to   roll   his   shoulders   back   into   a   shrug.     ❛   few   buildings   down   ?   yeah,   i   guess.   ❜     not   that   he   was   all   thrilled   about   it.   but   he   was   awake   and   it   was   the   least   he   could   do   for   the   stranded   man.     ❛   was   it   smoking   ?   did   the   battery   just   die   ?   ❜     as   he   exited   the   garage,   he   allowed   the   male   to   lead   him   in   the   direction   of   his   broken   down   car.

         𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒   𝐀   𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐎𝐅   𝐇𝐈𝐒   throat   when   he   realizes   he   could   at   least   come   across   as   friendly,   or   even   just   approachable.   living   on   an   island   meant   that   everyone   pretty   much   knew   of   everyone.   it   was   a   small   habitat   of   life.   which   meant   lending   a   helping   hand   to   anyone   who   might   need   it.   jake,   was   no   different.   so   instead,   he   throws   a   rag   over   his   shoulder,   nodding   towards   outside   his   garage.     ❛   about   how   far   is   it   ?   ❜     knowing   if   he   needed   to   take   his   own   car   or   if   he   could   just   push   her   car   into   the   garage.   though,   the   last   thing   he   wanted   was   to   raise   suspicions   on   his   impressive   strength.