May 15, 2017
ander
@andrrblue
a. artificial nocturne // metric n. neptune // sleeping at last d. da hustle (original mix) // metador e. enter the void // viktoria rebeka r. ryder or riot // ken ashcorp
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ander
@andrrblue
a. artificial nocturne // metric n. neptune // sleeping at last d. da hustle (original mix) // metador e. enter the void // viktoria rebeka r. ryder or riot // ken ashcorp
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☏: my muse’s reaction to getting a phone call from the hospital about your muse
Giles pushed the door out of the cafe open with his shoulder, pressing the lid onto his take out coffee as he walked onto the busy street. His phone began playing the default ringtone-- automatically signalling this isn’t someone he knew, therefore probably important. Pulling his glove off with his teeth, Giles rummaged around his pockets for the phone answering it with a muffled hello, before realising that wasn’t translatable, and rested his phone against his shoulder so he could remove his glove from his mouth.
“Uhh yeah!” He chirped into the phone, picking it back up from his shoulder. There was a question on who was speaking, asking if they had a Giles Morales. “Mhmm, that’s me. What’s this about?” He asked as he began to walk down the sidewalk, taking a sip of coffee. His attention was grabbed by the formal tone, glancing at the pedestrian traffic, he weaved to the side.
When the words Ander Maximoff and Hospital were uttered, Giles stopped, waiting for further explanation. When the exact wording ticked over in his brain, his hand went slack, mouth falling open to utter a pathetic sound, his coffee crashing to the ground, complaints from others around him when hot coffee splashed up at them.
“Uh-- y-yeah, I’m still here. I’m-I’m going to be--” his voice broke, throat constricting as he couldn’t force anymore words out. His hand holding the phone quivered, pulling away from his ear, pushing back up, back and forth as he glanced around trying to process this. Then, he ended the call without further talking from him, shoving it into his pocket and setting off running.
He wished he had his web shooters, he wished he had a suit, he wished he had more than five dollars to catch a cab with-- why was the one with super speed in hospital?!? He could use his power now, dammit.
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I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically) ??.
Are you a very forgiving person? Do you like being this way or do you wish you were?
‘ if someone doesn’t deserve to be forgiven i won’t forgive them ... i don’t regret being like this . it’s about survival . if someone puts you in danger , you don’t forgive them without explanation . if they have a good reason , i might . depends . don’t really care . ’
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Send ❌ + a name/URL for something my muse will never tell them .
if there’s one thing he keeps quiet about , it’s his past . he will never divulge the information regarding his running away from home and the fact it meant leaving his mother and surviving siblings under the thumb of his father . he’ll tell of who gave him his scars , he’d say it was his old alpha . and perhaps he’d let slip in an entirely different conversation that his alpha and father are the same person . but he will never go into detail on the family he left behind . it hurts him far too much .
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why do i do this to myself. okay. leggo.
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[ ☻ ] my muse wakes up in your muse’s closet the night after a party.
he awakes in a daze , cramped and curled with boots firm against wall , back pressed against the other . vague memories of inhaling smoke and drinking far too much cheap beer . healing factor had taken care of any hangover , thankfully , though location was something of a mystery to him . perhaps it had gotten too loud . perhaps he feared a loss of control . either way , wolf was on the floor of a closet with a frown on his face .
his face . mind wandered to ponder expression before realisation hit . hand lifted for inspection , scarring seen and whine apparent from down - turned lips . glamour faded . jakub had no plan to sleep here , and thus didn’t account such a factor ... but with the shuffling heard outside the closet’s shutters , outstretched arm grappled at shirts and flung them over his face in an act of desperation . it was this , or turning . and to do so in such a cramped space seemed less than adequate . ‘ ... don’t come in . jus’ . don’t . ’ it was a plea , of sorts . a beg . a need to keep rejection at bay in this town . fear running deep that if someone saw him as he WAS they would suddenly come to realisation . that he was a monster . something wolf desperately did not want to be .