#amaarok

“C’mon guys, can’t we be civil?” The words were spoken in feigned concern, her voice bouncing off the brick walls of the narrow ally she had led the small group of men into. Though admittedly Aquila had artfully mastered the technique in playing the victim, allowing the group to clearly believe that they were the ones that had led her there. 

The poor fools. 

“You go and make us look like fools inside ... and now you want to be civil?” the main man in charge sneered the words as he continued to step forward until the woman had nowhere else to go, the handful of men at his sides laughing softly as if they had just won something, entirely unaware of the fact that they were about to have the exact opposite happen to them. For a brief moment, anybody that would be watching Aquila would feel as if their eyes had grown unfocused, and while it would seem as if she hadn’t moved at all ... the power of her illusion allowed her to move freely around them with utter ease. 

She would have gotten away with all of this too, her hand slipping into the first person’s pocket, just as the sound of a deeper voice calling from the entrance of the ally caught everybody’s attention ... 

And just like that, the power of her illusion snapped. 

“Hey, wha-”  “How did- “What’s going on!?” 

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Maggies entire body went cold and stiff when she spotted Trey at the PTO meeting. It had been almost 6 years since she’d seen him last, when he left her as soon as he found out she was pregnant. And here he was with some other woman and her child. She didn’t know if she wanted to cry or to punch him in his face.

Why was her son not good enough for a father? Why was she not good enough for him to stay?

She was frozen to her spot, thanking god that her son was at a friends house right now. For once in her life, she had nothing to say. She just felt so hurt and angry. It took her a moment to fully realize that Trey had stepped away from this new woman and was approaching her. The fucking audacity. 

// : plotted starter for @amaarok

// : ❀ every day after working hours rye makes a walk through central park. partly because his apartment is located on the other side and partly because he just really enjoys walking through nature. (this is the most natural thing he can find in new york city). without a care in the world, he closes up his shop and makes his way to into the park. rye takes the longest route he can find so he can enjoy his walk fully. now that it's winter however it's dark, had been snowing and there aren't as many people as usual. he buries his face into his scarf and continues on his way.

it's in the middle of the park at a rather dark area, that he senses something is off. frowning to nothing in particular, he looks around a bit. no one's here? the florist shakes it off of him and then he spots something in the corner of his eyes. he's about to call out, who's there! when he sees a dark... blob laying in the snow. a moving dark blob. huh?

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Tonraq did have a point about a bit of solitude being a good thing. “I mean.. yes, I do take some comfort in solitude often. But there are moments where I don’t want to be alone.. but have to be alone. And that, that’s not nearly as relaxing.“ And it seemed like this was a moment where they were feeling.. less comfortable with being by themselves.

They could only hope that was enough to give him a picture of why they weren’t exactly feeling their best right now.

She was honestly so endeared by his whole ridiculousness, that she couldn’t even bother to shake her head. Instead, Azula let Tonraq to pull her close, steal a chaste kiss, and make her cheeks warm up.

It was the alcohol, she told herself. Not the ravishing man dancing with her in the kitchen, at 3 am, happy over some dumb hot pockets. She pulled away, reaching for a paper napkin, and grabbing one from the microwave, making herself comfortable on the counter.

“Come here.” Azula stretched her hand, grabbing his wrist, elbow, coiling fingers around his shoulder, and the back of his neck, his hair. She pulled a little, just how she knew he liked, just as she needed to bring their lips together. His were soft, still tasting to beer; hers were eager, emboldened by her own drinks. She left with a small bite.

Allegra was under the impression that California was in a drought. She thought that Bigfoot was more likely to make an appearance before it ever rained here. Unfortunately, as she wandered the area she would now call home, she was suddenly proved wrong when the bottom seemed to have dropped straight out of the sky and caught her without her umbrella. Allegra shrieked and she covered the torrential downpour with her hand, which was a stupid idea really. This was suddenly followed by some serious lightning and thunder, and she knew she had to get out of the outside and fast. 

So she ran inside the closest store she could find, and she seemed to have brightened as to the place she happened to have stumbled into. A bookstore. Her little bookish heart soared, and she took a few steps into the place, content to wander the aisles...maybe she’d purchase a book or two and find a corner in the back to camp out in and read while she waited for the storm to pass. 

Until the lights went out.