#; flashback

Danny Summers had only been at the university for five years, but Lucky felt like she'd known him her whole life. It was hard to know who the bad influence was, because they fed off of one another; every now and then they'd make a night of it, starting behind the library with a spliff and ending at The Rainstorm. Tonight was one of those nights. They watched the sun set, backs to the library wall as they coughed with every toke (it was ancient bud, carefully rationed by Lucky since the closure of the gates). Then it was karaoke night down at The Rainstorm, and if there was one thing they could never turn down, it was karaoke.

While Danny screeched out Taylor Swift, Lucky let her eyes wander over the rim of her (third) whiskey sour. Omar was in his usual spot, clapping when Danny finished, and for some reason (it definitely had nothing to do with being cross-faded) Lucky was overcome with compassion for the old man. She grabbed Danny's face as he sat back down and pulled it close to hers. "Cake. Omar's birthday is in...like, two days, let's make him a cake." Her eyes were wide and glassy.

"Carrot cake."

Soon enough the two were scrambling through a high, narrow window into the kitchen. It was by no means pitch black inside, but they had a difficult time finding the lights; Danny knocked over a broom and Lucky nearly impaled herself on the edge of a counter. She finally found the switch, and when flipped it bathed the kitchen in bright florescent light that made her squint.

"Okay," she wheezed, still clutching her side where the counter had stabbed her. "What first?"

His task for the day was to supervise the loading of a shipment, make sure everything was in place, and go over the different transports he had for the week. Samir found it easier to make a spreadsheet to encrypt on his phone so he didn’t miss anything. It also transferred easily into his reports that he gave to M15. Normally he’d be bouncing the task between the warehouse and checking in with Rita. But, she was on task with someone else and that left him plenty of time to get everything he needed to done. Until his phone buzzed in his pocket and he was informed Rita had been arrested. Fuck.

Everything was mostly finished and the transport for the next day had been loaded, checked over, and recorded. That made it easy to slip out and get to the jail to post bail before something happened to Remus Warden’s pregnant wife. It would be kind of sad if he got taken out over that versus getting his undercover status discovered. Seemed rather anti-climatic. He sped up, making sure not to drive too fast to get noticed and arrested himself, but fast enough to get there as quick as possible.

Samir parked the car and grabbed the money he would need from the glove compartment. It was insane to him the amount of money these people had to be able to just have an emergency fund sitting in their car. Blew his mind, but then again he never had money and most of them were born swimming in it. He moved inside the building and went straight to the counter. “Hi, I’m here for Rita Zhang-Warden.” The person took his money and signed the document verifying who was bailing her out. He was told to take a seat in the waiting area while they got her released. The Power did not listen, however. Instead he chose to pace out his nerves in front of the hard plastic chairs until he heard the doors unlock and saw Rita finally. He moved half the distance to meet her. “Are you okay?” The question came out low, laced with concern. “Let’s get you out of here. The car’s right out this way.” He motioned toward the door and offered her his arm if she needed it while they moved. There were questions he wanted to ask. Like how this happened to begin with and why was she doing any assignments in her condition. But, he held his tongue. Rita made him nervous. He was with her too much and he worried if he asked the wrong question she would start to suspect him. Instead, he waited to hear if she offered the information up without being prompted. It was better that way.

Thump, thump, thump. The steady beat of the music reverberates in Milo’s chest as he makes his way down the stairs of Pest and into the crowd of club goers. He nodded to one of the security when he moved a couple rowdy patrons out of the way so Milo could pass through freely. Straight to the bar, where he could get a drink to wash away the jet lag from an early morning flight back to London from Colombia. The meeting went well, something to celebrate, but all Milo could think about was the next step and what other things he could be working on to improve the product or grow distribution. 

He ordered his gin and tonic, then made his way off to the side of the dance floor to watch the crowd. Dark blue eyes scanned while he sipped at the smooth taste of Hendrick’s and tonic, his eyes fixed on a woman not far away, seated alone. Milo couldn’t seem to place her. He knew she wasn’t Pestilence, unless there was a new recruit he hadn’t heard about. Unlikely but possible. After a few moments when no one came to join her, he decided he would. 

“Mind if I sit?” He asked, taking the spot anyways- if she asked him to leave he would oblige. His hand raised to a passing server and a finger tapped the glass nearly empty in front of him. Milo turned his attention back to the woman. “So, what’s a gorgeous lady like you doing sitting alone on a Friday night?”

Maddox, at first, had felt a bit awkward about choosing sides when it came to Andy and Rowan. When it came down to it, Andy was his close friend but Rowan was his family. And when Andy went to jail, it was really hard to defend him. He was the one that had gone and gotten himself locked up. Now, as he drove Rowan to the jailhouse that Andy resided in, he couldn’t help but realize he had chosen a side. It was Rowan’s and probably would always be Rowan’s. She was the one that came and picked him up as a teenager when his mom was too drunk to care. She was the one that he went to when he needed advice. She was the one that he could trust with anything. And as shitty as that was to Andy, Maddox also knew Andy would want him to take care of Rowan, especially in her time of need.

Today’s need was a ride to the jailhouse, in which Maddox insisted he was coming. She was dropping off the papers that Andy Thane needed to sign to dissolve their marriage and afterward, Maddox wasn’t sure what the fuck to expect. He knew it would be plenty of emotions and likely the need for alcohol nearly immediately. And considering they were already two panic attacks in, Maddox knew she was going to need him to be there for her. Divorcing Andy Thane was a significant risk for Rowan. Her return to being a Fisher rather than a Thane could mean that the Thanes rejected her as a family. In fact, that thought is exactly why Maddox had offered to deliver her to the jail. No one else would’ve. He wasn’t even sure anyone else knew. And while Maddox knew the Thanes quite well from the shop but it was hard to predict them or their next moves, especially when he wasn’t on the inside. He just worked at their shop.

When Maddox pulled the old truck up to the prison, he gave Rowan a reassuring smile, although he wasn’t sure it would help things. She was leaving the person that she thought she’d be with for forever, only for things to come crashing down. First, it was Maddie and now this. Maddox couldn’t imagine living through losing a child, if he was going to be honest. He had watched Rowan stay in bed for what seemed to be forever. He’d brought food to her house, in case she ever gained an appetite or for Rhea and Reina to shove down her throat. He’d pop his head in her room to see if she wanted to talk and when she never did, he simply mosied around the house. It was the best he could do to try to repay Rowan for all the times she’d been there for him. But at this point, it seemed like they would never truly pay each other back in full, so they were just stuck together forever. 

As he sat in the truck while Rowan made her way through the security and beyond, Maddox couldn’t help but wish he’d gone in. But he knew Rowan would never allow it. She’d barely allowed him to drive her. Time seemed to draw out but eventually, Maddox saw her blonde hair from afar, returning to the parking lot. He hopped out of the driver’s seat, moving around the truck to open her door for her, long before she actually made it to him. But as she got closer, Maddox couldn’t wait any longer so he half-jogged to her, instantly wrapping a comforting arm around her. “Come on, Ro,” he mumbled, softly, gripping her waist in case she needed his physical support, rather than just his emotional support. 

✧     CHARMED     SENTENCE     PROMPTS    !     (  part i.  ) || not accepting

❈ ✼ ❈    ANASTASIA  MUSICAL SENTENCE  MEME || accepting 

Plotted thread with @unburntxqueen.

Lyanna had managed to stay undetected in the tower for a very short time until she had, aided with the help of Ser Dayne, escaped the search parties looking for her and unbeknown to them - her baby. Ned had Jon and as they had discussed, he would continue to raise her darling boy as his own until he was of age to understand why she had had to leave him behind.

The ship that Arthur had smuggled her onto was a small one, especially from her hiding place below the main decks; she hadn’t spent an awful lot of time on boats in her short life until this point, having spent majority of her days in the North until Rhaegar had held her captive. The journey to the slave isle’s was a long but necessary one.

The years that followed had gradually declined in quality, the little amount of gold the former lady had had dwindled quickly and it wasn’t long until she was captured by the slavers that made this part of the Seven Kingdoms infamous. The hours she worked were long and brutal, shifts of housework that lasted through the night and left her fingers calloused and word and even longer hours of making sure her masters were happy, the contents of which were things that would scar her until her dying day. 

It wasn’t until a more recent time that her ‘master’ had died and the Lady of his homestead had decided to sell her on so she could afford to feed the many kin he had bred with her. That was when Lyanna first set eyes on the Targaryen queen, she was much like Rhaegar had been, the trademark violet eyes and white blonde hair hard to mistake for anything but those of kin to the dragon born. The recognition wasn’t a mutual one as Lyanna soon found out when the queen chose to keep her as a maid after releasing her from an auction along with many others. 

“What kind of twisted fate is this?”