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things I wonder about: when Bucky turned to dust...

okay but why did stephen’s cloak turn to dust too??? it’s literally another life, did they just have the need to make the fucking cloak go too or???

Kharon moves carefully to settle himself at her side, the early morning was moist and quiet. Fingertips touch at her hair as she seemed to still be asleep and The Ferrymen had just returned from work. Sure he has been gone at least a few days and he missed her.

      They hate LIES. They are the epitome of truth, of knowledge. They have very possible future laid before Them, each strand as thin as spider silk. Each one just as fragile, and must be protected. They do not need to lie, and have never sought to without good reason. Often, instead of lies, They simply find different versions of the TRUTH.

      ❝ PARALLEL UNIVERSES. ❞ Their shoulders rise to a shrug that appears nonchalant, and it is true. There are infinities of everything. ( infinities of Them as well, though They try not to think about that. ) ❝ Just because there are four DEVILS does not mean JUDGEMENT DAY will be upon us. ❞

          He glances over at Emily, who’d T H A N K F U L L Y offered to come this quest instead of ruling the kingdom in her brother’s absence. An absence that was F O R C E D as he’d been kidnapped by a dragon of all things, a creature currently laying L I F E L E S S at their feet. He’s certain he wouldn’t have succeeded had she not come along, sharing a look of utter R E L I E F that they had survived the encounter before separating in search of the king.

          It was Danny that found him, and perhaps fate had M E A N T it that way. At least Scott L O O K E D happy to see him, or maybe he was just happy to be rescued. It’s a blur after that, and next thing he knows lips are connected in a K I S S, not a particularly G E N T L E one that as thirteen Y E A R S of pining for the king had come to a head. He pulls away after a few moments, S T R U G G L I N G to regain some sort of composure, R E F U S I N G to look Scott in the eyes as he’s terrified of what he’ll find there.

🐢 ❝         uhhh .. yeah, i can shift between my turtle && human form. its pretty cool --- can do stuff among people.       ❞

     it wasn‘t supposed to end like that, because with all honesty, emily wasn’t ready. wasn’t ready to meet the one and only. and she had too much on her head, you KNOW? being a werewolf wasn’t easy( even if it did make things seriously easier ), and being as stubborn as she was, it was hard to deal with it.

     the brunette was with her older brother when it all happened. it was one of the few times they had seen each other that month, and the soft tickling of her clock seemed to getFASTER. and she heard it, along with all the conversations on that street( and perhaps, even from way beyond ). scott kept talking, but emily couldn’t listen anymore, looking at her clockas it went down faster. and gosh, she could hear her heart beat, and it was going horribly fast.unhumanly fast.

     “ emily!“ her brother called, waking her UP from her own thoughts.“ you aren’t listening!“ the wolf looked up, but at the moment she did, she didn’t look at the tall male. she looked behind him, and she could hear everyone’s breathing slowing down, looking at their own clocks and then at her. and the male, of course, because it was their clocks that were beeping LOUDLY.

          Three hundred years was a L O N G time to wait for your soulmate. So long that he’d S T O P P E D paying attention to the clock on his wrist, growing used to the quiet ticking as it S L O W L Y counted down. He used to think he was B R O K E N, back when his mother was alive, tears rolling down cheeks and quivering lips asking W H Y his clock was so high. She’d simply pet his hair with a smile ‘it’ll work out, June. You’ll meet them S O M E D A Y.’ Perhaps this was the day.

          Mari sensed it before Juno had, barking and P U L L I N G her leash in the direction she wanted, the direction his soulmate was. Hell hounds were funny that way, sensing things others couldn’t. He staggers behind her, gently tugging on the leash to get her to S L O W down, she ignored her owners demands. 

          After at L E A S T three hundred and eight agonizingly L O N G years, there’s a loud alarm like beeping emitting from his arm. He glances around at the people around him as it was more likely they’d met their soulmate more than he. F I N A L L Y he hesitantly looks down at his own arm, flashing a series of zeros meaning only O N E thing: his soulmate was H E R E somewhere. He glances around once more before locking eyes with the one who M U S T ‘ V E been his one and only, offering a small smile.

            the sun and the moon have never shown so brightly..