Jan 14, 2020
@marredset // SC for Abby
“Seventy percent of all archeology is done in the library. Researching. Reading. We cannot afford to take mythology at face value.”
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@marredset // SC for Abby
“Seventy percent of all archeology is done in the library. Researching. Reading. We cannot afford to take mythology at face value.”
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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 , 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒 --- but then there are those other days , the ones that ache along the ridges of his spine , that remind him that pain isn’t some kind of absolution and his heart --- even if it doesn’t want to , will continue to beat . it’s the not wanting to that gets him , drags him down like cement shoes and instead of looking for a way to breathe he wants to sink further down , but then there’s this fight . HIS VENGEANCE is far from glory filled , but it will be glorious in the end . this world he’s sought to survive through , the monikers he’s kept , they have all been between turbulent times . yet , her words ring some sort of truth to them , they sink into the back of his head and rest there just long enough for him to come out with a gruff response .
❛ my worry is what will happen on the days that it isn’t i’m not so sure what i’d do without a target now ❜
@marredset said ‘ some days you will breathe and it will be enough ’ &* j. wick/sofia
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This marks Abby’s first time stepping foot in the beach front property. Up until now when the two were not hanging out at the Drop or taking a walk together on the beach, they were over at Abby’s apartment. This isn’t to say she didn’t request to see where her boyfriend lived. Except every attempt to see the place in question was instantly shot down. So when she imagined the day when she’d finally be able to visit, she didn’t anticipate being in such rough shape. Multiple bruises cover her face and arms. A cut on her lip. Fortunately there were no broken bones as a result of the assault. But that didn’t really make her feel any safer with returning to her apartment. ALONE. What with Mike being busy with work he couldn’t exactly stick by her side. So they mutually decided on the next best thing. He brought her to Graceland and fixed her up with a blanket and pillow on the couch. After being told she couldn’t venture upstairs. If it was any other situation she likely would’ve asked why, but she refrained from doing so for now.
When night turned to morning, Abby was slow to wake up. Still sore after last night’s events. She can hear footsteps coming from behind the couch, assuming it was Mike at first up until she’s greeted by an unfamiliar voice. It must be one of Mike’s roommates. It doesn’t bother her so much that he’s talking on the phone while she’s in the room, but it’s what he’s saying.
Is he talking about buying drugs?
What?
Assuming the other likely has no idea she’s there, she chooses to close her eyes. Make it appear as though she’s sound asleep until she thinks she’s left alone in the living room once again. To which she slowly pushes herself up into a sitting position, rubbing her eyes. She’s going to need to tell Mike what she heard just moments prior. Unless he already knew?
@marredset asked: “Don’t worry about me, I am helping.” ( phoebe to cole ) // meme
“Phoebe, I’m still going to worry.” It was almost impossible for him not to whenever it involved a demon he knew to be of a threat. Some he knew the sisters could handle easily but this was different. They knew the Source was getting bolder after trying to convince Paige to join him. Thankfully that failed and he had almost died in the process. But now this idea of her’s was a bit much.”We can’t just go into the Underworld and expect our questions to be answered like that.” A snap of his fingers signifying just how quick he was referring to.”Plus I don’t like bringing a Charmed One into a place where everyone wants to kill her.” There was most likely a zero percent chance of talking her out of this plan of her’s but it didn’t mean he couldn’t try. “What did Piper have to say about this little plan of your’s?”
@marredset sent: ❝ when you find somebody that you love, it feels like hope. ❞
enthralled, kyra leans forward, her chin in her hands, imploring phoebe for more. “god, it sounds nice. i mean, i know where there’s love, there’s the whole ickiness of broken hearts and shattered egos, but it just seems so... worth it.” without having to say it, the demon is well aware of phoebe’s experiences with love, and it’s subsequent heartbreak. who better to get the full-fledged truth from? she’s eager to live vicariously -- at least until she has the capacity to feel it herself. “you know, with evil... shockingly, there’s not much room for tenderness. mostly just a whole lot of lust.” a shrug, a prim smile. she nudges the witch’s hand. “tell me more.”
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‘ 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨 was the first one to make a zucchini bread, but, i’m appreciative for it. ‘ / @marredset / i miss you so here
@marredset — for kevin.
‘ hey. welcome to the club. wanna drink? ‘
@marredset || X
Her music blared in her ears as her she ran, feet hitting the pavement rhythmically. This was one of her favourite places to run, especially when it was warm out. Bobbi was able to completely clear her mind on days like this, nothing on her mind but the music, the burn in her lungs and keeping her pace. She was truly relaxed. That was until she was forced to stop because of her shoelace. Her eyes drifted to the name that was scrolled across her wrist, as they always did, as the blonde reached for her shoe. Alphonso Mackenzie. Whoever he was was on her mind more often than not. Running was one of the few times she didn’t wonder about him. The large shadow suddenly being cast over her let her know that someone was close. “Sorry, I’ll be out of your way in a sec--” Bobbi said, standing up straight with a bright smile.