#writermoore

she hadn’t been with anyone except stan-----------------ever. she didn’t know if other men even found her appealing, or if they didn’t, she had no idea how to be appealing to them. she had spent all her life so far with one person. she knew what he liked, what he didn’t like, she knew how to make him laugh, and she knew what made him cry. most of all, patty was scared shitless that she would mess things up. 

so, patty went out shopping and bought a new little black dress because she knew she wouldn’t be able to wear the one she use to wear on date nights with stan. she bought herself a new pair of high heels and a maroon lipstick. for the first time in a while, she felt very pretty. 

still, she was a bundle of nerves so she decided to arrive to the restaurant early. she was going to play it so that she had all of her cards on the table first, and that she had all the control in this situation. she got there, immediately holding a glass of wine. she had to have a drink to give her some courage to make it through the evening.  she scanned the place, wondering just when her date might show up and what they might look like.

just then, she feels a tap on her shoulder and hears someone asking her if her name was patty. it had to be her date. but it scared her so bad that she nearly lets out a scream ! in that very same moment, she furrows her brow as she meets the man. he looks.....familiar. she almost forgets that she was nearly scared out of her skin. ‘ yes, i’m patty uris, ’ she said, so focused on his face that she could hardly even conjure up a smile. she snaps out of it for a moment, looks into his eyes and smile. ‘ alec ? i figured as much. you’ll have to forgive me, i know we’ve never met but there’s something familiar about you. ’ it’s eerie yet comforting. she’s focused hard again as she speaks ‘ it’s very nice to meet you. ’

          “ Seriously, this is getting over ridiculous right now. ”     He had tied her hands up to some sort of pipe above her head, & replaced her choker with some device disabling her ca.nary cry. Dinah wasn’t entirely defenseless, she had a few tricks under her sleeve, involving her martial skills.     “ What are you talking ‘bout ? A diamond ? What diamond exactly ? ”     This was obviously valuable to him, but why would the Birds have anything to do with it ? She smirked cockily, purposely getting on his nerves,     “ Oh I know ! You wanna propose to your boyfriend V-Zsasz ? ”

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍 embossed on the cover. The library the sorcerer had amassed and inherited was impressive --- Clea hadn't seen some of the texts herself in centuries. In fact, if she was honest, much of the man in her company could be described that way. She knew of Terran magic, but his powers were of a level unheard of for any Terran in a long time. She couldn't help but be interested in him. " I'm surprised you can read this script as well as you can, even some Faltine struggle with its concepts --- and we are creatures of pure magic. Of course, your translations are still a bit crude. ”  She teased, her eyes laughing in the light of the room. “ And your pronunciation of our language could use some work... but overall, almost a level unheard of for a human. I wonder... ”

     no way, there’s no possible way he’s walking out of this gun fight without backup. as far as she can see, elena was the only person out here who’s more than enough to stand up to these assholes,  “  then i’ll find a gun but i’m not leaving you here, nate. not up for discussion,  ”  harshly put to lower her voice, eyes narrowed at him in defiance to his plan. pushing up a little bit, she had to get a better view of what their odds looked like,  “  i’ve had more than enough practice to get in a couple of good shots,  ”  just to add on to her point and make it solid, elena didn’t waste much time. she made sure to curl down and stay out of sight once she’s got a good lock on a single thug with a sub machine.

@writermoore​ sent  “I can’t help you if you don’t let me!” ( from ainsley we need things )

INJURIES STARTERS

Status: ACCEPTING

“I don’t need your help, Ainsley!” It is spoken perhaps a little TOO HARSHLY. He’s on edge and he doesn’t want to drag Ainsley into his mess. He doesn’t want to tell her all the horrible memories that are resurfacing when he doesn’t even know what they mean himself.

He doesn’t need her help. Or, at least. he tells himself that. He can do this on his own - there’s no need to drag Ainsley in on this, she’ll probably just be like everyone else, telling him to STOP LOOKING.