#nymphaevitae

              who run the world?

                                -------------GIRLS !

they stand side by side, waiting for their  LEADER  to arrive to make arrests, to end this investigation once and for all. quinn doesn’t want to be here, standing next to these  VILE  men and women who were too blind to see that lennon drake wasn’t right in the head, they believed that was he was doing for the  GREATER  good. if it wouldn’t blow his cover, he would have said something about it, would have called drake out already, but he had to remain cool and collected, he had to keep his cover until it was time to show who he really was. as they stand, the mutant’s gaze catches hicks’ and there’s  SOMETHING  in hicks’ gaze that makes his stomach turn. they both don’t want to be here, knowing their friends were inside and that they would have to arrest them in order to not be discovered as  TRAITORS  to the entire police force. he swallows thickly, smiling slightly as his friend, his heart aching. he looks back to the bar, knowing that this place was a  SANCTUARY  that leonardo and his wife had built for mutants, it was a home; a safeplace that was about to be violated by a corrupt man and his followers.

he can sense him before he sees the  DEVIL  arrive, the hairs on the back of his neck standing at end, and the air is suffocating, nearly choking him. the officers turn to lennon, and that’s when quinn realizes something is very,  VERY WRONG  and he’s too late. his gaze locks with hicks’ once more and he sees that the other man can sense it too. lennon is  SMILING  cruelly, but he looks all to pleased with himself as he stands before them; he’s  TOXIC  and dark, teeth bared and eyes almost glowing with bad intentions, he looks like  DEATH  himself. and that’s when quinn understands that they aren’t here to arrest those inside the bar, they were there to  KILL  them. he starts to step forward, hands shaking with rage, his power radiating through him to summon a knife to end this once and for all; but hicks stops him with a heavy hand to his shoulder, hissing at him to control himself. he grits his teeth, turning to hicks to growl at him while lennon is distracted with his grand speech as to how  SANDERS’ WAR  was about to end.

and that’s when the  BOMBS  go off.

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character in general: LEMME TELL YOU A THING. I LOVE MIRI SO DAMN MUCH, LIKE-- IDK HOW LONG I’VE KNOWN ABOUT HER AT THIS POINT (BC I’M BAD WITH TIME) BUT SHE HAS HER OWN SPECIAL SPOT IN MY HEART AND I LOVE HER SO SO SO MUCH. SHE’S SO FLESHED OUT AND I JUST !!!!!!!!! AHHH !!!!how they play them: [slams hands down] bEA UTIFULLY BC IT’S YOUR OWN OC AND SHE’S AMAZING GODDAMMITthe mun: taryyyyyyyyyyn ilysm okay i’m so glad we all joined ATLITB because if it weren’t for that, we wouldn’t have been friends for what’s now gonna be going on TWO FUCKING YEARS MAN. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. AND ALL YOUR MUSES. LIKE, IF I EVER SEE A BOOK FOR MIRI OUT IN STORES, I’M GETTING LIKE FIVE COPIES BC ILY AND I LOVE MIRI SO MUCH I JUST-- SCREECHES LOUDLY

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follow them: yeeeeerp with them: on various blogs yeswant to rp with them: alwaysship their character with mine:not with miri, but with spidey, yes <3

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overall opinion: y OD EL S ABOUT TARYN AND MIRI AND JUST EVERYTHING

                ❛     are you alright?  ❜ 

     if there’s one place tyler knows where to find milo, it’s the art room. during their free period, after hours, or whenever he felt like it’d he’d slip away. it’s where he practically dwells. this is exactly how tyler finds him  ;  concentrated on an earthy palette and messy sketch. silently, he edges up and tilts his head at the image over his shoulder. is he cruel enough to startle him ?  maybe.   “  what’cha paintin’ this time, picasso ?   ”

❛ hey mom ---- i have something for you. ❜

❛  typical ---- he can’t get his hands dirty, so he sends someone else to do the work. he had to send all these innocent men after me, and now you. this is sad, really.  ❜  he tsks as he steps over one of the bodies of the men he killed earlier, heading to the bar before him. he doesn’t look at her  ;  but he knows lennon didn’t send her, because lennon had never tried to control her. not like the bastard did to him. the scent of blood is heavy, and the air is still full of dark magic, the poison thick in his lungs  (  the feeling it brings is like no other  )  but he pays no mind to it. he’s used to this from when lennon would send him to ‘take care of the problem’. death isn’t new to him, and he knows it’s not new for her either. he reaches the bar and grabs one of the bottles before him, grimacing at the label but finally glances at her, smirk upon his lips.  ❛  pity, i was hoping sanders would show his face. well, while you’re here, can i offer you a drink ?  ❜