Jul 9, 2019
"i'm a thug, a REBELLIOUS CHILD"
❝ you are literally the head of law enforcement. look at your suit. ❞
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"i'm a thug, a REBELLIOUS CHILD"
❝ you are literally the head of law enforcement. look at your suit. ❞
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Theseus ⟾ @aurorheroed
She didn’t quite know what to do , the moment she had turned around he was just . . . THERE looking at her. so much emotion in his face all at once. most of it from what she could see was pure surprise , almost as if he was looking at a GHOST. ❛ um . . . hi. ❜ she spoke softly , brows pulled together as arms linked across her stomach. there was something so familiar about him but she couldn’t place a finger on it like it was smoke SLIPPING through her fingers every time she got close.
Theseus ⟾ @aurorheroed
She would be in the farthest corner of the room , waiting patiently with her back rested against the wall & delicate fingers pinching habitually at her bottom tier. THE MEETING was nearly other with now , though thankfully no other’s would pay much mind to her as it was normal for her FATHER one of the guard’s chiefs to bring her to such things anyway. & though guardsman thorson wasn’t attending this meeting today , still no one seemed to mind. a playful eyebrow would raise just slightly every time she would be able to CATCH theseus’s eye hint of a sweet smile pressed upon full lips.
realizing they’re in love with your muse for the first time = ➳
send me a symbol. accepting.
𝑰𝑻'𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑰𝑮 𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑲. it’s not in the moment she throws herself in front of him , again. not when he campaigns for her. not when they reveal parts of their souls to each other , when there is trust seeped back in to their relationship. not when they pull each other apart by their touches , their mouths , for the first time. not the moment he asks her to move in with him because she spends more time at his than her own home. these are all important events vinda catalogues but they are not when her rib cage expands and she realizes she is in love. there are no grand actions , no declarations.
𝑰𝑻'𝑺 𝑨 𝑴𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑨𝑵𝑬 𝑾𝑬𝑫𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮. the sun does not yet peek his gentle hello , is still blinking the sleep from his eyes as they are. nor has the warmth bled from her limbs from their morning entanglement. he sits across from her. theseus. coffee in hand and she watches as his shadow moves with him , coffee brought to his lips. in this light , their peace , he is softer. a cherished thing , this part of him she only is privy to. her gaze traces him , over lines and marks of time and the shape of his eyes , so blue and calm in the morning , to the twists of his curls. she will never tire of this , she’s come to realize. theseus extends his hand towards her on the table and she covers it with her own. brushes her fingertips over tendons , over calloused skin as she laces her fingers in his. she will never tire of this feeling. eyes land on a specific unruly curl , fallen across his forehead , an almost boyish appearance. he is not a legacy here , not a ministry man , but theseus. he is her home.
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑰𝒁𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑰𝑺 𝑬𝑨𝑺𝒀 : 𝑱𝑬 𝑻'𝑨𝑰𝑴𝑬. she is in love with him. it is a thought that comes through before her mind can catch up with it and a truth that steals her breath before she feels her ribs expand with her lungs , but it is not unpleasant. it is fresh , mountain air sucked in , and as though the first time she truly breathes. it does not move gods but it softens her. fills her so that she aches with it. but a feeling she would not give for anything. she rises , comes to stand by him so she can push tender fingers through his hair , drop her lips to his forehead , right beside the curl. home. her smile hidden against his skin , warmth curled in her. i love you. it would have been terrifying , once. but with theseus , she does not fear so much. ❝ i am going to shower. come join me ? ❞
do mouses have wee-wees
❝ … ❞
❝ i’m now taking applications for a new boyfriend. ❞
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“I intend to show force.”
reign sentence starters. accepting.
𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑲𝑬𝑷𝑻 𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑭𝑼𝑳𝑳𝒀 𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑼𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬. no sign of approval nor disapproval visible beneath her brow. she won’t show him the disrespect by calling him out in front of his team and his superiors , but it is a bad idea. her tongue is held between pristine teeth , mouth a crimson cage for her thoughts until it’s the right time. she waits , until they are dismissed , until the last privy to the meeting have trickled out and the door closes. what is it ? she is unwavering , as she thinks he should remain. ❝ if you show force you are playing right into his hands , theseus. he will make you into exactly what he says you are. you will become an example to the masses. you’ve been firm on not using force before and you were right. why change that now ? ❞
i process tragedy through my work.
She is trembling with the weight of it all ; the agony and the grief, the confusion and the all-consuming rage. It threatens to explode and if it does, she knows the fallout of her anger will burn all who dare cross its path, sparing no mercy for the guilty or the innocent alike. When she closes her eyes and lets the images come forth -- the blood that had seeped through the cracks of the box they left upon her bed ; the emptiness of her lover’s eyes -- it brings a heavy cloud of darkness she longs to give into, a storm she might collapse beneath or unleash upon the world to devour the monsters that lurk in every shadow, but rage can’t bring Costia back. Rage can’t drive away the image that will be forever burned into her memory. No doubt the fury will stay with her, will fester deep within until the need for vengeance is satisfied with blood, but she will let it drive her forward instead ; let the promise of one day carry her through the agony of now.
When she lifts her gaze to meet his, her expression is all control, a cold, stoic mask of composure hiding everything but the ragged exhaustion in her eyes. She offers a nod, a vow of head over heart ; an oath to put duty and justice before the blood she will spill in time. If her breath is sharp and broken and her bloodstained hands still shake where they’re clenched into fists at her sides, she’d thank him to disregard the weakness. “ Then I need to work. ”
@aurorheroed
“ we all need someone to stay. ”
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐄 . thatopinion had never changed , from the time he’d watched mycroft goright into it after graduating , to the time that gregory lestrade hadflooed him in order to ask for his assistance on a ministry case . officially — not officially , he could say that he worked there , but it was really only to consult forcases that the dmle needed him for . ( and so what , if you stole a few files from lestrade’soffice every now and then for your own pleasure to solve ? he never noticed . or , if he did , he never cared . ) sitting silently in the atrium , smoking a muggle cig at one of thetables scattered about as he waited for lestrade to join him . the squeaking of the chairacross him caused his eyes to lift , but he was mildly disappointed . “ scamander . ” politely snubbing the cigarette outon the ashtray , leaning back in his chair . theseus scamander worked with mycroft often , or so he heard from his olderbrother , when he decided to drop by . fingers drumimpatiently on the table , tuning out most of what the elderscamander brother was saying , but really , he can’t help to scoff at the piece ofadvice ( is it advice ? ) that theseus flings his way . “ i don’t know what mycroft’s been telling you , but it’s untrue . ” practicallyspat , but he’s wounded . has mycroft been talking to others about john ? about the only friend that sherlockhad considered himself to have , before he’d gone off tofight the war ? who hadn’t stayed ? “ i don’t need anyone tostay . i’mbetter off on my own . it’s a lesson you’d best learn . ”