#deadhevrts

    “i fucking swear if you keep bothering me about getting a car for my non-existent midlife crisis, i am going to kick your ass.” words that were, more or less, a complete bluff. he wouldn’t actually kick his youngest brother’s ass. he did have a right to be completely annoyed by the entire conversation, though. even if it wasn’t the most difficult thing to piss kylo off. he did have the shortest fuse in the family -- that was no secret. “i am literally twenty-nine years old, anakin. i’m pretty sure that’s not old enough to have a midlife crisis and even if i were, like hell would i actually end up buying a car. you know my feelings about them.”

❝    that  happen  last  week ?    ❞           merlin  nods  at  the  cast  over  the  boy’s  arm  as  he  sits  himself  down .    he  wouldn’t  be  surprised .    hospitals  during  the  crisis  were  slammed   &   merlin  himself ,  to  put  his  centuries  of  physician  experience  to  good  use ,  has  been  going  around  finding   &   helping  those  who  never  got  to  a  doctor  during  it  all .    scores  of  people  came  out  of  the  ordeal  with  broken  parts .           ❝    y’should  get  more  signatures ,  they  always  look  better  all  signed .    ❞

it happened by chance. one minute, he was walking down the street, completely distracted because - well, because everything. jaina was upset; and not just upset, the kind of upset he knew he couldn’t just fix by trying to make her smile. it was the kind of upset that took time and care and understanding to heal, and he was going to be there for every second of it. finn had been hiding out with them, and after everything the man had gone through, poe couldn’t help but feel for him. he couldn’t imagine feeling that betrayed, not in a million years. bb-8 was back, and she needed all the help she could. plus, his mother. he was still waiting for that dream to vanish in a puff of smoke. so he’d gone out to get some air, take in the washington night, watch as the city was still awake around them. d’qar hadn’t been like that, not even close. something had always been happening, the base had always been alive, but it didn’t have the same shining lights or constant buzz of noise. washington was different that way. 

poe had been distracted, scuffing at the concrete pavement with the toe of his boots, but he’d looked up to see a face he recognised all too well. “anakin?” he called out, stopping dead in his tracks. he knew jaya had been trying to reach her brother for a while, all of her calls going unanswered, and all he’d been able to do was press a cup of hot chocolate into her hands and listen to her rant. she was worried beyond belief, with good reason. and they didn’t know where anakin was hiding out. but that, right there - in front of poe - was definitely the youngest solo.

“anakin - anakin!” he ran over, jacket pulled tightly around him. “where have you been?!”

it had been a long time since bianca had actually hurt someone. coming into her powers had been difficult, and there were times when control was practically nonexistent. she had learned though. she had stuck to a bow and arrow instead of the gifts from her father. she trained. and yet, had it been for nothing? she had lost control, taken out a civilian for what? because he couldn’t get out of the road for her. bianca couldn’t help but shudder. at least he had been revived. that was all she really had right now

she did her best to keep moving. if there was anything she had learned over her years of being a demigod it was that something you just had to keep moving forward. her eyebrows furrowed when she spotted a familiar face across the street. she couldn’t remember his name. had he even given it to her? she wasn’t sure. what she did know was he had called her his sister, had an army of skeletons just like her. it was impossible, it had to be. as far as bianca was aware she was an only child. at the very least there was no way they could be full siblings. the temptation to pass it off as crazy and just keep moving was strong. without the poison running through her bianca was back to feeling shy, still, after everything, the least she could get out of it was some answers. before she could talk herself out of it bianca walked over quickly. 

⏀ describe their usual smile

Piper’s smile is vibrant, always full of life and hope.  She always wears her emotions rather open and vibrant as a daughter of Aphrodite, she doesn’t shy away from it which often makes her an easy book to read and if you can judge her smiles.  You’ll know how she’s feeling even if she doesn’t want to be vocal about it.

⇅ do they look up or down while thinking?

Piper often looks up as if she’s looking for some sort of cosmic advice or answer.

❧ describe their usual sleeping position

Gwen was... confused, to say at least. There still were no logical explanations for what had happened in DC. Only rumours. And while her dad had made sure she was safe somewhere before protecting the rest of the city, she knew something had been off. Something inside of her hd been wrong. And it scared her, seeing Gwen didn’t know if it was because of her new powers. Or if it could happen again in the future.