Charlie was stuck in Port Angeles when he left Friday afternoon. The weather forecast had warned about possible snow, but no one could have imagined that the almost entire state of Washington would be incapacitated by over twenty inches of snow. Mike had called early in the morning to tell me that the store would be closed, and nothing in town would open, at least not until tomorrow, and that was if they were lucky - especially if the snow stopped.

So I went on my usual weekend routine, I washed the laundry, changed both mine and Charlie’s sheets, and put a frozen quiche pie in the oven while I made some salad. It was odd looking outside the kitchen window and seeing the blanket of snow, I had grown used to the persistent rain and fog that seemed to encapsulate the town ever since I came here. There was a knock at the door, and for a moment I was sure I imagined it, but then it happened again.

Walking down the hallway, I peered through the window and then cracked the door open. “ Jacob? How did you get here? Are you alright? Get in. ” Stepping back I let him walk into the house before closing the door behind him. “ You didn’t walk here did you? ” It wouldn’t surprise me if he did, if I could bet on anyone being brave - or crazy as Charlie would call him - to do something like this, it would be Jacob. “ Come in, get warm. ”

that his presence be required at the courtyard is a fact he is content ignoring. AND SO HE IS CONTENT UNTIL HE ISN'T. standing before him, with sunlight collecting in his kingsguard armour, with a sword at his side, @vi0lnt looks like a knight come from some old tome of history and gallantry, renowned for his skill. unfortunately, even such striking visuals are not enough to stir the prince toward picking up his abandoned sword and attending training — in his youth, he had held onto some misled notions of such glory and honour, but he knows now he is not meant for it, and he sees no point in exerting himself needlessly.

SER JAIME LANNISTER SAID, A CURIOUS WAY OF FIGHTING. IT LOOKS SUSPICIOUSLY LIKE HIDING.

Sasha's eyes close and jaw clenches tightly in frustration, doing what they can to temper a response that he doesn't deserve. It's not his fault that their latest jump from above concluded in what likely was a sprain  —  which meant that there's no reason for either of them to stop, because they can handle this, but if they're slowing down, they don't want to be the one responsible for Daryl getting caught in some crossfire.

❝  Wasting your time arguing with me, ❞ they murmur, a hand reaching down to feel their ankle one last time before they push out a breath, a gentle reminder to themself that they are fine. ❝  Then let's go, ❞ they say with more assurance, nodding ahead as they take a step forward, muffling a groan as they do. ❝   —  But you're not about to carry me on your back. ❞ They say it as a warning, getting ahead of the suggestion if it's even on his mind, refusing to let their small stature or their current condition make them feel even weaker in any way. They've always been capable of proving the opposite, quick to show anyone who's ever questioned their ability how wrong they are, and while they trust Daryl not to look down on them, they're still hesitant, proving something to themself more this time than anyone.

@vi0lnt  :         ❝       the worst one can do is take advantage of their own people.      ❞    alina starkov + padmé naberrie  

                       she had witnessed it first hand .      seen what a person could do when he wormed his way through every inch of someone's mind and manipulated them into believing that what one was achieving was for the greater good . she alone had been at the hands of that . and often more than not still felt like a deer within his grasp , a neck he'd be ready to snap at any indication of disobeying .      ❝      the worst one can do is take advantage of their own people .      ❞ alina's expression furrowed . it was almost as if padme knew her thoughts before she even had the courage to speak them outright . ❝      i wonder ....      ❞ was she capable of the same darkness ? she had felt it within her a few times when the darkness had become so great . that was truly terrifying .

@vi0lnt  :    ❝     that's a sad way to look at the world .   ❞   kate carter + james barnes

             kate liked to think of herself as a realist .      there was a need to base everything in and around logic , and in order to do that , she needed to think about the reality of life from a standpoint that didn't always mirror a sunny outlook . she used to be different ... but that was long ago . and so when she was asked about why she chose to sit tucked away from the rest of the world , her retort had been simple . and apparently so had his .      ❝      that's a sad way to look at the world .      ❞ eyes flicked back to him . so much had changed when the blame rested upon her shoulders . instead of being the one to dive head first into any reckless situation , she now sat back stuck behind her little cubicle watching all the danger from afar . it couldn't hurt her if she never chased it .

@vi0lnt asked: " I'M NOT ANGRY AT YOU ... I'M ANGRY AT MYSELF FOR TRUSTING YOU. "

AND HE SHOULD BE; there's no one to blame for this misfortune of misplaced trust but himself. andrei has never pretended, never attempted to allude to being something that he isn't. at his core, he is self-interested, self-invested & selfish, willing only to do what serves him, & largely sees everyone else as being beneath him. vito is the closest that anyone has come to being an equal, but even then, as other notes now, the power differential has always been substantial, & has undoubtedly influenced how they both perceive the relationship. andrei has never attested to wanting the best for vito; their relationship has always been transactional, & that isn't going to change just because other caught feelings. the mob boss gives a slow inhale of smoke before exhaling into vito's face, features impassive. ❝ that's unfortunate, ❞ he says finally, and tone is devoid of any empathy. ❝ as you know, vito, the show must go on, with or without you. ❞