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Peter grinned, pearly whites were flashed towards his friend. It was so nice to see Harry enjoy himself. He was always so stressed; the brunette couldn’t even imagine how he’d deal with a father like Norman Osborn. So, for now, he’d do whatever he could. “Alright bigshot —- just, take it slow, alright?” Peter placed his arm around the taller man, an easy chuckle towards the other. “Wait!” He glanced at the other, “There’s nothin’ in the brownies, right?” So far Peter’s college experience has been far from average, but Harry had already traveled most of the world; he  knew much more about a good time than Peter; still … Parker wanted to make sure they could unwind safely.

          ♙  HARRY WAS HAPPY   that peter was being cool with this  ;  not so much enabling him to do it but  . .  not being a spoil sport about it or anything of the sort.  he could already feel himself chilling out from drinking half of the glass he’d given himself of burbon.  he blinks though when peter speaks up once more.  a stare sits on his face on his best friend upon bringing up the brownies,  grinning and trying not to laugh   MORE   past the snicker.

    BROWN  eyes  stare  half  in  DISBELIEF  at  the  boy  before  her  ;  he’s  magical  too  !  

  dios  mio,  que  emoción  !( my  god,  how  exciting  !) for  a  second  she  almost  thought  that  this  break  would  be  BORING  -  UNADVENTUROUS  .  almost  instantly,  she  approaches  him,

 ❝  i  mean  i  personally  like  arania  exumai  pero . . . bueno ,  (but. . . well, )  if  you  like  shooting  webs  over  blasting  spiders  away  -  to  each  his  own  que  no  (right?)  ?  ❞ 

she  takes  a  look  at  his  suit,  ❝  i  won’t  have  to  use  it  against  you,  will  i  ? oh  god,  are  you  an  animangus  ?  por  favor -  -  ah  don’t  tell  me  that  you’re  an  actual  animangus  who  turns  into  a  spider  . ❞ 

  how  exciting  !  america  was  so  THRILLING !  !

“I—-” The young man paused. “… I was just trying to help.” He understood the King in the North’s displeasure. However, Peter heard cries for help, so he followed them. The masked vigilante did his best to stick to helping the poor, knowing interfering with noble fights would disrupt planned politics. But … he had never heard screams quite like that. Peter hadn’t been The Spider for long. Hells, the only reason he was so far North in the first place was to look for answers. It was said the colder the weather, the more magical phenomenons occurred. Maybe magic fell with the snow. The Starks were known for their ancient history in the frozen environment and even their family holding magic in their own veins. Maybe, it would be best to befriend the wolf.

Robb had heard what was happening at the Dreadfort and had decided to come personally; thought he had defeated the Boltons when he had retaken Winterfell, there was still much turmoil over how to distribute their lands and the process of inheritance had hardly been a smooth one. Robb had received constant ravens telling him of the violence in the area, and it was time to end it. Still-he hadn’t expected to find a young man, hardly older than Bran (if he was at all), wearing a mask and calling himself The Spider, breaking up a fight at the gates of the Lord’s Castle. 

meme | accepting /a hero’s guilt meme pt. 2

The redhead blinked a couple times, flustered, to say the least. She understood the words coming from that boy’s mouth, but they meant nothing to her. It almost was like if he was speaking a foreign language, or some variation of her own. The headache was pretty bad, so bad that it forced her to touch the source of her pain and see what was wrong. The warm feeling on her fingers made it obvious. Blood.

“i... i just want to go home m’Lord”

                  She sucks in a breath through her teeth. Holds it for a few seconds like her social worker taught her half a lifetime ago. Exhales through her nose. Trembling hands are held close to her chest just in case. Sometimes her abilities seem to have a mind of their own and she doesn’t wanna scare him. It’s weirdly comforting to see someone sorta like her, not that much older. But she senses that his words aren’t just about that part of them. 

                     “Okay.” Her voice sounds far away to her when she speaks. She doesn’t know what else to say.

meme | accepting / two word starters

very serious rp starters