#theworstcop

60 ways to say ‘I love you’ (DW edition)

@theworstcop

12:What is your muse's happiest memory from their childhood?

Depending on the era, she doesn’t remember per se, but her father took her with him once to a neighboring village, just the pair of them. It was the farthest she ever traveled and she was still quite young at the time. She felt brave and excited. She didn’t think she’d travel as far again.

17:How does your muse deal with their anger?

Poorly? She is aggressive and violent especially when pressed. She’s a shoot first, ask questions later sort of person. 

18:How does your muse feel about religion?

Send me a “Whoops!” and my character will accidentally…18. fall on your muse

Space in the Latimer living area was not all too plentiful on this Sunday lunch. In the past it had just been the Latimers and Millers, with Nige occasionally being a part of their number. Now it had spread out to include too many people than their dining table could seat. Consequently the outdoor table had been carried inside earlier by the likes of Mark and Olly under the strict supervision of Beth ( “Don’t you dare hit that bloody door” ).

Making her way back around the crowded tables towards Lara, all it took was a simple misstep around the leg of one of many chairs near the end of the table to send Chloe falling. Arms move out to catch herself, landing on the first thing ( or person ) that she can reach.

Chloe instantly cursed herself the moment she realised what she had done ( and possibly more so to who ). Anyone else and it would have been someone she’d known for years, saving her most of her embarrassment of landing in a partly stranger’s lap. Of course she knew DI Hardy, but not in the way she knew everyone else. He was still just the person who’d caught her brother’s killer, even if he was here because of Ellie.

Violent and Dark Starters // accepting

“You’re sorry?” There was a chance she was being irrational, buthis plead had only pissed her off more. She wasn’t about to hurthim, though the urge to toss her desk through the Goddamn windowwas strong. Make a scene of it. “You don’t know me at all, you don’t fucking-----” fists clenching even tighter than before, Jessica turnedher anger to the wall, punching a hole directly into it. “All I’ve evertried to do is help people, so fuck you if you think for one secondthat just because you pissed me off, I’m gonna hurt you.”

                           kilgrave wasn’t sure if he wanted to keep an eye on his uncanny carbon copy, or stare at something ( ANYTHING ) else, so he settled on an awkward medium instead -------- he stared out the window at the TORRENTIAL rain, & listened to it hitting the glass roof. that sound had always comforted him when he was a kid. before everything had started ( before the sickness, before the injections & the gloves & the sterile stench ) he could barely remember.

                but he had a vague memory, so distant that he wasn’t SURE he didn’t dream it. he was in bed ( his proper bed, not the hospital one ) in a thunderstorm, listening to the wind & driving rain outside. he was cosy, & the soft red glow of his night--light bathed the room in scarlet. he felt SAFE.

                                                   now, here he was. with his long--lost twin brother, in a fucking glass house, with years of silence stretching BETWEEN them. talking about the fucking weather. kilgrave was curious about alec’s life, but he wasn’t going to pry. NOT YET. he wanted to see how this played out without any real INTERVENTION.