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The metropolitan area of Zürich was beautiful in and of itself, but it really came to life in the evenings. The bustling streets hummed with the din of pedestrians and vehicles and reminded Kilgrave much of the streets of New York. Nameless strangers filed past him as he sat at a little corner cafe, watching the passersby with a distracted sort of interest. A mostly finished plate of food sat on the table in front of him and he nursed the last few sips of a cup of coffee. A chill hung on the air; late winter still clinging desperately to life as the months marched ceaselessly towards spring.

He stood with some measure of grace from his seat as he drained the last of his cup, paying no mind to the waiter who stared listlessly out of the shop window at him. There was a look of mild confusion on the other’s face, as though he couldn’t comprehend something about the well-dressed man who’d cheerfully explained to him that he wanted to let him dine for free tonight. After all, of course he wanted to let the man dine for free that night, but he still couldn’t figure out why, not when every synapse in his mind was going off to the contrary. Thankfully for himself, it wasn’t something Kilgrave had any intention of dealing with and he shouldered his way back into a dark purple overcoat as he stood to leave.

He was distracted by something as he stepped out onto the street-- a pretty face, fitting his coat more appropriately over his frame, the dazzling sky as the sun set; it could have been anything-- and it was in this star-crossed moment that it happened. He ran smack into someone. He jostled backward, an arrogant sneer already forming on his face, as the collision shook him from his distracted reverie. Dark brown eyes narrowed at the offending person who had the audacity to interrupt his evening and he spoke without thought or care.

“Idiot! Watch where you’re going!”

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Eleven year old Vivian Lehnsherr hovered outside the door to Daisy’s bedroom. She knew better than to bother her elders, especially at this hour...however, Vivian hadn’t been able to sleep that night and because she hadn’t she’d heard the elder girl scream from down the hall. It was a strange scream, one that sounded more like it came from the mind than any audible sound. It scared her but it worried her too because Daisy wasn’t the only telepath on this side of the Island. Charles lived here too and sometimes (though Vivian would never tell him) she heard him scream like Daisy did. 

It feels so arrive, to be a new student in Hogwarts in fifth years. And there’s also the fact that she’s in Gryffindor, same house as Harry Potter. So many people say he’s a liar these days, but Celes knows he’s telling the truth. It’s something she can feel, even if it’s also a bit hard to explain. She feels quite LONELY, actually. She wishes she was better at making friends.

Ruby was not happy.  Between her emotional outburst with her mother on that battlefield and the fact that that overgrown children’s toy used her own weapon against her... and the fact that she was now sitting behind enemy lines, they should feel very proud of her that she hadn’t chosen to kill any of them as they came in to check on her.

From what she could tell, it was all sort of a blur to how she survived.  A blast came out from her and they were all knocked unconscious and, when they all came to, her mother was gone and her wound was slowly healing.  Ruby supposed she should feel grateful that they weren’t trying some lethal injection or something.  They probably felt as if she deserved it after the whole arm thing... not to mention her kidnapping the scientists to fix the infusion chamber.  But, as rough as she had been with them, she had been very careful not to do enough damage to actually harm them.  Just scare them into submission.

She didn’t look up at first when she heard the door open, then close.  She didn’t need to look to know who it was.  The two psychopaths that were now living rent free in her head were more than chatty enough to let her know that her latest obsession had just walked right into her cell.

misc asks | always accepting

“I.. I don’t really remember. I only remember that rush of fear that comes along with the sleep paralysis and that dark shape looking at me from across the room.” He shudders.

“Maybe you could help me remember more.” He looks at her with tired eyes. “At least, to make them stop cause I could really use a good night sleep, I need some proper rest.” And yawns.