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xenovair‌ !

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                                         ❛   It  has  been  a  while  ,     I  am  aware  .      ❜           &   sorry  ;   but  she  has  never  been  one  to  offer  the  right  words  so  easily  .            ❛   And  I  will  leave     if  you  wish     I  just  need  a  little  medical  attention  and  perhaps  a  familiar  ,      sorely  missed     face  .   I  will  show  you  what  to  do  of  course  just  …….   please  ?   ❜            //      @flwerpower      !

she summons her absolute best glare.  she’s trying her hardest to look mad.  she is mad ----- not a call,  not a text,  nothing ----- but it drains away the instant sierra says  ‘ medical attention. ’   tension drops from thalia’s shoulders as she moves aside to allow the other in.   “ c’mon.  i’d rather you not die on my porch. ”

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You know monsters aren’t real. You ignore the howl down the street.  No, they couldn’t be real. You hear a bump in the night. No, you laugh, they couldn’t be real. Sometimes people go missing. They’ll turn up eventually. Everyone acts like they never left.  You’ll go about your day, just as oblivious as yesterday and as oblivious as tomorrow and as oblivious as forever.

King’s Grove is a semi-appless roleplay group fictional town set in Maine where the supernatural roam among the local townspeople. After dark, the town is more freely inhabited by classic supernatural creatures in their true form such as witches, werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters, as well as more archaic creatures such as mer-folk, dragons, demons and angels, and phoenixes. The town’s population has been steadily growing as supernatural beings are lured in by an unknown aura pulsing from King’s Grove. Won’t you stay and take a look around?

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You know monsters aren’t real. You ignore the howl down the street.  No, they couldn’t be real. You hear a bump in the night. No, you laugh, they couldn’t be real. Sometimes people go missing. They’ll turn up eventually. Everyone acts like they never left.  You’ll go about your day, just as oblivious as yesterday and as oblivious as tomorrow and as oblivious as forever.

King’s Grove is a semi-appless roleplay group fictional town set in Maine where the supernatural roam among the local townspeople. After dark, the town is more freely inhabited by classic supernatural creatures in their true form such as witches, werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters, as well as more archaic creatures such as mer-folk, dragons, demons and angels, and phoenixes. The town’s population has been steadily growing as supernatural beings are lured in by an unknown aura pulsing from King’s Grove. Won’t you stay and take a look around?

HOME.  ASK.  PLOT.  NAVIGATION.  APPLICATION.

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i want to be kissed in a rose garden

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❝ not all good people are innocent. ❞ abt herself g o o d by e

 “ hope you’re not talking about yourself. ”   it’s said with the slightest of smiles and a sarcastic huff of air as they walk,  but when the other remains silent,  thalia’s placid expression morphs into one of pure disbelief. 

 a beat passes. 

“ you’re kidding me. ”

another beat passes.

“ you’ve gotta be kidding me. ”

her questioning gaze is held firmly on sierra before she shakes her head once,  twice,  a third time.   “ that’s bullshit and you know it.  you’re a good person.  you can’t fool me into thinking anything but that.  if this is you being cryptic about your guilt,  blaming yourself for things that aren’t your fault,  then i don’t want to hear it.  you’re only gonna make things worse for yourself,  and if me listening encourages that,  then i’m not letting that happen. ”

a meme i’m too lazy to find !        @xenovair

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me???? the jealous type ???? absolutely, yes

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i missed tj’s one year anniversary :((

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xenovair !

                                        ❛   —–   What  are  you  looking  at  ?   There’s  something  on  my     face     isn’t  there  ?   ❜

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  “ i’m -- i’m not --- i wasn’t staring -- ”   caught.   “ no !  i was just looking at you --- i mean,  there’s nothing on your face !  i’d tell you,  i promise ;  nope,  it’s just your face !  ”

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In this house we love and support 6’2” strongly muscled men with scars and calloused hands who just want to be the little spoon and want to be kissed on their neck and shoulders until they fall asleep and finally dream without nightmares because someone’s holding them and everything finally feels okay

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okay i really want all the “ i’m in love with my best friend’s older brother/little sister” plots. 

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https://www.instagram.com/p/BQVF3nYAClq/

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xenovair !

                                     ❛   ‘s  not    pride  ——-     I  just  don’t  ……   vulnerability  isn’t  an  option   ❜               How  can  you  simply     let     someone  see  you  at  your  weakest  when  it’s  never  ended  well  for  her  .   But  she’s  tired  &   it’s  too  late  ,   she’s  in  a  hospital  ,   Tj  already  knows  she’s  not  okay  .    

                                      Tj’s  gentle  touch  is  enough  to  take  the     edge     out  of  her  voice  ,   resigning  to  the  care  .   Holding  her  breath  she  lets  the  fabric  get  tugged  over  her  torso  ,   biting  on  a  definitely  inappropriate  comment  .                ❛   hmmmm   is  that  a    promise  ?     ❜                 Well  ,  she  couldn’t  help  at  least  one  comment  .                ❛   Thanks  ——-   ‘m  sorry  for  being  difficult   ❜    

   “ everyone is allowed to be vulnerable. ”   god knows she’s been there.  she’s seen thousands of vulnerable people --- hundreds a day,  it never shocked her.   “ you don’t have to be so strong all the time. ”   it’s something she feels the other needs to hear,  something that someone has to tell her.

  eyes close momentarily and she shakes her head gently.   “ yes,  that’s a promise --- as long as you promise to let me take care of this next time.  believe me,  i’ve had much worse patients than you.  i sat with a drunk guy for four hours and gave him forty stitches after a bar fight.  you flirting and being stubborn are the least of my worries. ”   a pause.   “ i’m glad you came to me. ”

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pugnamus !

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      “ the house was empty & i didn’t think anyone would be coming back, so  .  .  .  ”  he pulled a small planter from behind his back. it contained a tiny rosette-shaped succulent that was beginning to wilt.  “ i thought you might be able to save it. ”

  eyes immediately widen,  broad smile following at its cue.   “ hi baby ! ”   thalia coos at the tiny,  slightly misshapen plant.   “ we can fix you in no time --- ”   a few fingers dig into the dirt and the plant perks instantly.  she smiles,  clearly satisfied,  and plants a kiss on his cheek.   “ you’re a hero. ”

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me: logs on

tj: sex?? s ex >?? sexx??

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puerdeos !

                             EYES SLOWLY BLINK OPEN      face   contorted   with   pain   as   the   sun’s   glare   shines   bright   over   his   eyes.   the   woman’s   quiet   voice   barely   pulling   him   from   his   cat-nap   as   his   head   tilts   away   from   the   shine   and   towards   the   sound   of   her   voice.   sudden   relief   washing   over   him   as   he’s   able   to   see   clearly.     (   in   a   second   )     – – – – –     it   had   been   a   week   or   so   since   he’d   been   defrosted   and   needless   to   say,   he   was   adjusting.    his   brain   felt   like   mush,   a   constant   headache   pounded   in   behind   his   forehead   throughout   the   day   as   his   thoughts   sorted   through    his   memories,    his   pain,    and   the   modern   day.   his   emotions   were   a  mess,   confusion   being   the   star   of   the   show.   but   he   was   always   told   to  never   look   a   gift-horse   in   the   mouth…     – –     was   this   really   a   gift   ?     

                            ‘        W-WHAT ARE      you   doing   ?    ’          his   voice   scratchy   and   low,   body   immediately   tensing   her   fingers   press   against   his   skin.   a   frown   etched   into   his   features   as   steve   slowly   began   to   pull   his   arm   away   from   her   grasp.        

  she can’t imagine the confusion he must be harboring.  it sits like a stone in her stomach ;  a heavy stone thalia can’t shift no matter what she does.  she feels helpless,  fussing over him ever since he came in days ago.  after all,  this isn’t just some man ---- although she would give the same treatment to anyone in this condition ---- it was captain america.  it was an honor being trusted to be in the same building as him,  let alone treat him day in and day out. 

 “ i’m taking your blood pressure, ”   she answers softly,  not wanting to disturb him further.  her mutant powers had stolen some of his pain away,  but she can only drain him of physical pain,  unfortunately leaving the emotional baggage which he so clearly carries behind.  slender fingers quietly tap buttons on her screen to activate the machine,  allowing it to begin the band’s compression.   “ how are you feeling today ? ”   it was somewhere to start.  anything to keep him slightly distracted.