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“ at first it looked like you needed help... but now... you handled it. ” brows furrowed under the mask as he gently stepped over the body. “ was it necessary to kill the poor guy? ” his gaze lingered for a moment before putting focus back on romanoff.

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“I never want to go back,” he said, speaking as if they were a couple on vacation not wanting to go to the real world. But going back to New York, to the Avengers....That would mean they’d go back to not really acknowledging this.

Riona wasn’t necessarily afraid of being the center of attention. But she was afraid of the pressure that came with it. Afraid that she would collapse under other people’s expectations. Afraid that she would never be good enough. Afraid that they’d reject her.

    I  HEARD  A  RUMOUR  !     he  leans  against  the  doorway  to  her  old  bedroom ,  for  a  moment  there  is  life  in  those  eyes ,  the  boy  that  was ,  who  trampled   down  hallways   laughing  at  his  bellowing  father ,  who  tied  all  the  laces  of  all  of  pogo’s  shoes  together .   a  ghost  of  the  past ,  looking  in  on  her  impishly ,  a  shrug  of  the  shoulders ,   ❛   --   they  say  you  got  a  broken  heart .  what ,  are  the  bananaramas  not  around  anymore  ?    ❜   /    @espritdivise    liked

                                                     ❛❛    klaus ,   come down .  ❜❜      lilith cajoles  &  she huffs out a silvery sigh, but it is not in irritation. they are at the deepest part of the night together, and his vest has ridden up his back in his tossing and turning on her couch. she rights that, her cold, cold hands pulling it down to his skinny hips.  klaus hargreeves is a most peculiar boy :   in the night, with none of the restraints of the waking world that weighted his little joints like silver mercury, he   F L O A T S  .   for practicality’s sake she stands from her arm chair each time to grasp him and pull him back to the couch lest he wake up of a sudden and crack his head against a corner.  gently, with the same viscousness as pushing cloth in water, she navigates his torso to the couch.            ❛❛    don’t wake up now. just get down.   ❜❜  

“ You know, most published authors don’t just leave it at one-and-done.   There’s a reason the whole ‘books also by this author’ section in the back   kind of thing exists, y’know? “

“Ben... Let’s talk. You know your mother would love to see you.  She misses you.”