#wiccn

Emotions  have  been  swelling  up  from  the  depths  of  the  chasm  hollowed  out  almost  ,  aside  from  the  small  fist  size  heart  ,  has  darken  ,  the  dying  star  sending  out  pulsing  sos  ,  desperate  for  help  though  the  call has  been  unanswered  .  Teddy  sat  cross-legged  in  the  common  rooms  of   . s . w . o . r . d .   ,  back  pressed  in  the  lumpy  grooves  of  the  worn  out  sofa  ,  neck  kinked  in  an  un-flattering  angle  for  anyone  ,  he  however  made  it  look  like  some  high  end  photoshoot  .  Heavy  weight  had  set  in  his  forearms  from  the  arm’s length  stretch  to  hold  the  game  consul  away  from  his  face  ,  it  may  seem  as  if  he  is  playing  a  mind  numbing  game  but  that  is  further  from  the  truth  he’s  observing  the  last interview  he  did  ,  importantly  the  young  unruly  haired  man  clung  to  his  forearm .  A  burning  of  body  heat  of  a  palm  size  hand  on  his  wrist  as  he  watched  further  on  ,  muted  .  Who  ?   Who  are  you  ?  kept  repeating  like  that  of  a  broken  record  in  his  head  .   Well  ,  whoever  he  was  Teddy  would  stay  clear  of  them  because  he  had  this  nagging  thought  that  they’d  be  the  end  of  him  ,  absolutely  terrifying  .  Not  sensing  the  change  of  atmosphere  in  the  room  ,  til  to  late  .  ❝  What  does  it  take  for  guy  to  get  a  little  alone  time  in  this  hell  hole  ?!  ❞  Dropping  the  device  upon  his  chest  ,  heavy  thump  of  hollowness  from  it  ,  flicking  his  wrist  over  the  couch  in  annoyance of  being  watched  and  needed  by  all  of  those  ,  trashy  reality  show  of  his  own  accords  .  Exhausting  .

@wiccn​

text version in the undercut.

❝ you , um . . . left me on read this morning when i asked how you were doing . felt like i needed to make sure you were okay . . . and totally not going on one of your reality-warping breakdowns again . ❞

🍒  :    how much does my muse value companionship?  do they constantly keep people around them,  or do they prefer to be alone often?  do they have or desire to have many friends?  do they see every meeting as an opportunity to make a new friend?

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“come on, just give me your hands.” delicate brow quirked, loki gazed over billy, hands held out in expectation. “look, i understand you don’t exactly have all too much reason to trust me whenever it comes to magic, but i’m not here to try anything.” which was, surprisingly, the truth. sometimes it even shocked them. “i just need your help in confirming something. verity already helped confirm it was the truth, but i need to see just how interwoven these new abilities are in the fabric of reality. you’ll be doing the world a favor.” 

emma likes teaching. despite her reputation, she doesn’t mind kids. especially those who are mutants and need a little help in controlling their powers. billy kaplan happens to be one of those people. ❝ hello billy. ❞ it’s as warm of a greeting as you’ll get with her but as always, there’s a hint of ICE in her voice. ❝ how are we doing today ? ❞