#librarywent

she keeps files close to her as she absentmindedly finds her way to one of her favorite SPOTS --- really, with the work that she has just WITNESSED one would be rather forlorn . bella, however . . . .

" 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 ! ! "

beaming, she enters the room as fresh air would. she announces herself with an energetic hand raise - eloquent, musical as if salsa was playing in the background. however, she stops in her tracks.

. . . dios mio ( dear god ) the atmosphere was HEAVY. and he looks. . . well, to put it nicely, he looks like shit.

" will - " her face is serious ; any sign of lighthearted nature has all but dissipated . the heavyness of the folder hits his desk with a muted THUMP. taking a deep breath, bella sighs -

" you look like shit. "

@librarywent ❤️

THERE WERE CHILDREN. Hostages that were actual children. Fay was one of them. There was a slight sense of sympathy for the child, just because he reminded Andrés a lot of Sergio when HE was younger. However, that small hint of sympathy wouldn’t keep Berlin from doing what was necessary — which, RIGHT NOW, was standing guard. It was rare for HIM to be on this duty; it was usually Helsinki or Oslo or even Nairobi, but here he was, taking his shift as usual.

Sweet   boy.   He   was   still   sweet,   so   unlike   Bran   who   now   seems   so   unattached   from   reality,   mighty   and   all.   Jon   wonders   if   someone   had   told   Rickon   what   had   happened   at   Castle   Black   and   why   he   is   now   fearful   he   will   die   again.   But   he   cannot   lie,   so   Jon   does   what   he   must   and   shows   the   scars   of   what   happened   to   him,   they   never   fully   healed,   and   he   wonders   if   it's   there   as   a   reminder   to   himself   and   everyone   else,   that   he   had   been   betrayed,   that   the   red   woman's   magic   had   worked.

  "I   was   lost   to   you   once   and   the   Gods   brought   me   back   to   found   you.   I   will   not   allow   myself   to   die   again."   He   simply   cannot.   He   has   his   siblings   to   protect   now,   as   Robb   would   want   him   to   do,   as   their   father   would.   "You   are   not   going   to   lose   me,   Rickon.   I   know   it   might   be   an   empty   promise   but   know   I   mean   it."

jonathan knows it’s bordering on blasphemous but...

“i’m thinking about staying in for halloween.” he admits with a shrug. “all the bats will be out. and i don’t really like messing with kids.” arkham isn’t exactly in his up and coming plans, and he’s long since learned there’s no not getting caught - not when it’s halloween. the difficulty level is certainly a challenge many villains find enticing. but jonathan doesn’t have anything grand - would rather strike in the days following, when the bats are all trying to recover from the overhaul of the holiday. 

 it's not that akina has done anything logical nor legal in the name of ' wanting to feel alright ' , but for some reason it was never an option to smoke and forget . she finds him in the area of drug dealers , or whatever they call it . and it makes something odd twitch in her chest . when you're weak , you hide behind things that are easier to explain . her father used to drink , her mother used to knit and her dead boyfriend used to draw until his hands hurt . she thinks , it's fair , to a point at least but this is going to ruin luke even more than his thoughts do . her hand that held the small packet tightens around it , as he speaks , her jaw clenches tight before very slowly offering him the drug he paid for . she definitely did try to punch the guy , not too tall , thankfully luke had pulled her away from the scene while she yelled after the man that she will call the cops and tell them to draw what he looks like .