Dec 23, 2024
@mockingjaybroken sent: 13a (For Rick)
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@mockingjaybroken sent: 13a (For Rick)
𝔢𝔵𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔲𝔰𝔣𝔴 𝔤𝔦𝔣 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔰 ; (𝔪/𝔣)| Accepting
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There was something calming about autumn. Along with the changing leaves came the promise for personal growth – for regeneration from all the pain and death the w.ar had strewn across the c.olonies. Ben, in particular, felt torn from the inside-out, uprooted, lost, and the harrowing result had turned him straight to the bottle. What he was looking for inside each bottomless glass, he couldn’t be certain, but a part of him knew he was searching desperately for himself.
Every man, woman and child lost a piece of their soul in the fight for i.ndependence, so he knew he wasn’t special. Each breath Ben took felt akin to hemorrhaging. His mistakes, his faults splattered across his inner heart and painted his insides a foul red, and instinctually, he started to distance himself farther and farther from those he loved. They wouldn’t understand. They wouldn’t like the man he’d become, and stubbornly, he refused the invitations he received until one by one, they started to dwindle.
But the moment he’d been welcomed into his father’s home again – his childhood home – Nathaniel begged and pleaded with him to seek counsel. There was a place he could go, he’d claimed, that specialized in medicine of the mind and soul. But Ben didn’t believe him. Nay, perhaps didn’t want to believe him, because then he would be granted a reprieve. Why should he be able to provide for himself, to find peace, to live when he’d robbed that very right from so many men and boys?
Yet after much deliberation, Ben succumbed to Nathaniel’s tearful plea and set off for Johnson Hall in Johns Town. It took him about a day on horseback, and by the time he finally arrived, it was well into the late hours of the evening. The servant who greeted him held up a lamp to light their path, and then the young boy led Ben back into a sitting room.
“Nurse Everdeen?” the servant called. “Nurse Everdeen, you have a man requiring assistance.”
When the boy nodded him through, Ben stepped over the threshold and then immediately faltered. Oh, good C.hrist. Surely his eyes were deceiving him...
Gripping at the knapsack slung over his shoulder, Ben darted his eyes from one end of the room to the other, hoping, nay, praying for “Everdeen” to be the surname of literally anyone else. But when it became evident that no one else would be joining them, he offered a crisp, “Forgive me, madam, but I’m afraid there’s been some sort of mistake.” He nodded back toward the door. “I won’t take up anymore of your time.”
Pietro hums slightly, cutting off a piece of his apple with his pocket knife. He carefully takes the piece of apple off of the knife to pop into his mouth. He munches on it thoughtfully, before offering a response. “Both.” A moment of silence as he stares out at the neverending darkness. “Living are just as bad as the dead, perhaps. More... unpredictable. Far more dangerous than brainless walkers.” @mockingjaybroken ______________________________________________________________ "I don’t know who the bigger threat is; the dead, or the living." 𝐙𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
"When was the last time you ate something?" Judith asked, raising an eyebrow, an extra plate of food in her other hand. “You need to eat, everyone else has food I made sure.”
@mockingjaybroken // liked!!
@mockingjaybroken asked: [ REAL ]: 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚃𝙾𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂. // mockingjay au please. (this can even fit with dean's "you can't be here" prompt if you want to build on that storyline. whatever works for you really. i'm just feeling angsty after cf.)
[ REAL ]: after believing the receiver to be dead, the sender reunites with them, reaching out in disbelief, then touching their foreheads together to make sure that they’re real, and not a figment of their grief-stricken imagination.
prim was running towards her sister, engulfing her in a hug. their foreheads, when they pulled away, were pressed against each other’s. “i’m okay, i’m fine. are you?” other than a few scratches and bruises, prim was okay. it was a lot better than what was originally planned for her. “i’m sorry.” she was sorry for not believing either of them, putting up a fight when they were just trying to keep her safe.
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@mockingjaybroken ♥’d for a one-liner from andrew’s peter!
“Did you just try to shot an arrow at me ? I’m sorry, but you’re wasting your time. Usually, the big baddies hide their faces or have a particular look, so maybe you’re just a misunderstood person. You wanna talk or somethin’ ? I’m usually good at this. I almost managed to reason Electro, but it was before the policemen shot at him.”
@mockingjaybroken sent: 🛏
SEND 🛏️ TO CRAWL INTO BED WITH MY MUSE AND SPEND AN EVENING WITH THEM!| Accepting
Bob had let out a sleepy noise when he felt the bed move. He blinked open his eyes and registered Katniss. "Everything okay?" He asked.
@mockingjaybroken sent: 20c (For Orm)
𝔢𝔵𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔲𝔰𝔣𝔴 𝔤𝔦𝔣 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔰 ; (𝔪/𝔣)| Accepting