#no but paola asking for a hug broke my heart

[clumsycapitolunicorn]

mary malone adopting kids left and right and she’s only been in another world for five minutes.

[azozzoni]

your fics are so lovely! i was wondering since marti is king of isolating himself when he’s sad and shutting everyone down when they ask if something is wrong and then proceeding to blow up when something goes awry,, would you be able to write a lil fic about that maybe with nico, gio, or even mama rametta.. i feel it’s such an important character trait of that sweet sweet boy ❤️

((I know this has been in here a while. I was having trouble figuring it out so I hope i did you justice!))

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When his dad had called and told him he and Paola were getting married, Martino had felt his stomach drop, as if something had been ripped away from him, the last tiny vestiges of hope that life might someday be normal. He’d known, deep down, that his dad would never come back, but it was still a knife to the chest when he actually said those words.

“Paola and I are getting married.” Then, “I want you to be in the wedding.”

For days, weeks, Martino didn’t say anything. Maybe if he didn’t, it would go away, like a bad dream. He wasn’t young enough to believe that anymore.

“Are you okay?” Gio asked when Martino showed up to school with bags under his eyes, from lying awake at night, thinking of all the texts his dad had sent, asking again and again.

Martino shook his head and didn’t answer, and Gio didn’t pry. Niccolò wrapped his arms around Marti and simply waited.

Martino couldn’t last forever, especially when his dad finally broke and called his mom.

Martino came home to find her on the couch, a pile of tissues in her lap, and he didn’t buy her excuse about whatever she was watching for a second, especially when she spent the rest of the weekend in bed.

“You should go,” she said when he finally forced his way in with soup, hating the way she lay curled up on her bed, so small, like Niccolò did when he was feeling down, and it broke his heart. Broke his heart and made him angry.

“I’m not going,” he said stubbornly, settling onto the bed next to her. His dad could have his wedding without him for all he cared.

“He’s your dad,” she mumbled into the pillow, but Martino hushed her and stroked her hair until she fell asleep.

The more he said it, the more everyone seemed determined to convince him otherwise. It started with Luchino: “But all the free booze at the party!”

And then Elia: “Hot girls in tiny dresses. You have to invite us, zi!”

Even Niccolò, as he sat on Martino’s bed, their textbooks unopened, even he had something to say.

Martino left his mom in her room, making sure she had a glass of water, something to eat. She’d come home every day that week from work and gone straight to bed. It was just like the first time he’d left except now Marti hated him for it, not for leaving him alone with his mom but for taking her back to that place.

“I know you don’t see him much,” Nico said as Marti settled on the bed with a sigh, his whole body drained of energy, exhausted, tired of hearing all the reasons why he should go, why he should care. “But it’s an important event in his life. You might regret it if you don’t.”

“Ni, please,” Martino said, rubbing at his eyes. It felt as if he hadn’t slept in days, and he looked over as his phone chimed with a new message.

I need to know if you’re going to be in the ceremony or not. Paola wants to order suits and matching ties.

Annoyed, Martino tossed the phone onto the floor, not caring where it landed.

His dad was an asshole. It had taken him nine months to get all his shit out of their apartment, for his mom to start feeling better about the whole thing, and now they were right back where they started.

He knew Niccolò didn’t know, he didn’t know about Paola and her kid and not wanting them around. Martino had never quite told him. He hadn’t wanted to hurt Nico’s feelings, had been too hurt by his dad to tell him.

Niccolò turned to him on the bed, expression so sincere it made Martino’s chest ache.

“Aren’t you going to at least let him try?”

“Try?” Martino repeated, the word echoing around in his head, anger coiling in his gut as he thought of all the times his dad hadn’t tried. Had given up. Had left him alone to deal with his mother, a sixteen year old kid, then somehow thought things would be okay if they just had dinner together a few times. Marti was done letting him try.

His heart pounded in his chest as he turned to Niccolò, unable to stop the words welling up on his tongue, suppressed by months of everyone telling him to go, to give him a chance.

“He didn’t want you to come to that dinner, did you know?” he said, watching Nico’s face. “He didn’t want you around Paola and her son, didn’t want us around them. He only wants to see me when I’m not with you. When I’m normal.”

Martino couldn’t stop, the words pouring from him as he rose from the bed, a broken dam flooding his thoughts all over the bed between them.

“I don’t want to be around him. I don’t care about his new life and his new, straight son who he won’t ever be ashamed of.” He hated the tears choking him, the waver in his voice, feeling out of control, like everything was spiraling out of control as he paced by the bed, hands curling at his sides, angry, restless. He wanted to punch something or throw something or break something. He didn’t even notice Niccolò sliding off the bed.

“I just—fuck—you want me to give him a chance but you don’t know him like I do, Ni.” Martino knew that was his fault. He’d kept Nico away on purpose, kept his dad at arm’s length so he couldn’t hurt him again, but here he was, angry tears gathering in his eyes, fingernails digging into his palms as he choked out the words. “He doesn’t deserve it and I’m sick of everyone telling me I should try. Even my mom who’s lying in bed right now, too depressed to even eat, even she tried to pretend I should care about him and I just don’t want to!”

The first tear fell as Niccolò enveloped him in a hug, holding him tightly as Martino gasped for breath, hot tears spilling down his cheeks as he squeezed his eyes shut, burying his face in Niccolò’s neck.

For a long moment, Niccolò said nothing, holding onto Martino, arms wrapped around his shoulders, breathing slow and steady, and it helped Martino as they stood there, breathing with Nico.

He hadn’t meant to say that, to tell Nico all of that. He had never intended to ever tell Nico just how much of a jerk his dad was, but it was too late now.

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” Niccolò said once Martino’s breathing had calmed and Marti could stand to look at Niccolò again, feeling like an idiot as Nico brushed away the last of the tears.

“I didn’t want you to know that,” Martino muttered, “about Paola and why you’ve never met her.”

“I don’t care about Paola,” Niccolò assured him, smoothing down his curls. “I care about you.”

Martino nodded. He still felt overwhelmed, but Niccolò was there, a comforting hand on his back, guiding him back to the bed, sitting with him.

“And you know I can help with your mom,” Niccolò told him. “We have a bond, remember?”

Martino almost smiled at that. It was true. Niccolò and his mother had taken to each other like ducks to water.

“You don’t have to do this alone,” Niccolò reminded him, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“Sorry,” he said, leaning into Nico with a sigh and closing his eyes.

“It’s okay,” Nico reassured him, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

It wasn’t really. Okay. But Martino felt better as he sat there with Niccolò. He felt better and he knew he shouldn’t keep things in, especially when he had people to listen. And he did he had Nico, and that was all he needed.

[skam-stories]

Perfectly Wrong | Part Three

Annnd part three is here! Thank you for enduring the long wait, my laptop broke and my hard drive was wiped when it was sent away to get fixed. So I had to replan everything when I got my laptop back. When I was rewriting this chapter I decided to up the ante to make up for the long wait.

I hope you enjoy this, let me know what you think!

If you want to read my other words, or the earlier parts of this series, here’s my masterlist.

Eleonora hated that she was overthinking this party.

What to wear, when to get there, how to greet him. She was driving herself insane.

Was she meant to dress innocently, flirtatiously, what? If she got there on time would she look too eager, if she got there fashionably late would she seem like she was trying too hard to be cool? Was she meant to hug him, was she meant to pretend they weren’t kind of-almost-friends now? She’d kissed him on the cheek last time she saw him, for God’s sake.

The only thing she knew for sure was that she wasn’t meant to be letting herself feel this way.

They were meant to be friends. Nothing more. God, she wasn’t even sure that Silvia would be okay with friendship.

She needed to talk to Silvia.

Actually, she needed to talk to Eva.

It was a good thing she was already about to leave her place for Eva’s. All the girls were getting ready there before they headed to Edoardo and Fede’s party.

God, she was going to be in Edoardo’s house.

She was going to be in the general vicinity of his bed.

Was that where he and Silvia had sex?

That was a bit of a mood killer.

Good. She needed that.

She’d already been in his house before, too, when he and Silvia had kissed. 

Suddenly her mood killer was working a little too well. She wasn’t sad for Silvia anymore, she was sad for herself. Why hadn’t Edoardo set his sights on her then? He’d wanted Silvia first, even if it wasn’t for long.

Eleonora sighed, staring into the depths of her closet. She was still unsure about what the hell she was supposed to wear.

Screw it. She wasn’t dressing for him. She’d wear whatever she wanted.

She rifled through her drawers, tugging out a pair of black shorts and a sleeveless grey turtleneck. 

There. Done.

She threw on a pair of shoes, grabbing her bag and walking out of her room.

She paused at her kitchen counter to write her parents a note telling them where she was going. Did she really even need to do this? Would they even care? She sighed, writing a brief explanation anyway before leaving.

The route to Eva’s house was a familiar one. Eva’s house felt more like home than her house did. 

Eleonora realised as she stood outside Eva’s house that she was way earlier than she’d intended. She sighed, wondering if she should kill some time somehow. She had no idea how she’d do that, though. With a sigh, she knocked on the door.

Paola opened the door, greeting Eleonora with a hug. 

“Ele, darling! How are you? Have you eaten?”

God, Eleonora loved Paola. 

“I’m good, same as usual. Yes, I’ve eaten. How have you been? How’s work?”

In no rush to get to Eva’s room, she chatted with Paola for a few more minutes. She wished she could talk to her mother like this.

She eventually made her way through the house to Eva’s room. She knocked once, announcing herself, before opening the door.

Eva looked at her with eyes like saucers, clothes scattered on the floor around her. “Thank god you’re here, I have no idea what to wear.”

Eleonora grinned. At least she wasn’t the only one. “Give me some options.”

Once she’d helped Eva pick out an outfit, they both lay down on her bed.

“So why are you so worried about your outfit?”

Eva turned her head to look at Eleonora, her cheek resting against her bedspread. Eleonora watched it turn red. “You know why. Don’t make me say it.”

Eleonora chuckled. “I think you should say it.”

Eva was suddenly very interested in her fingernails. 

“It’s a really bad way to start something off, right? Cheating?”

Eleonora frowned. Eva had a point. The thought had crossed her mind before.

“And I broke up with Gio to be alone, not be with someone else.”

Eleonora nodded. “I agree.”

Eva sighed. “He’ll just go find someone else.”

Eleonora frowned again. “Let him. You deserve someone who wants you, not someone else.”

There was a silence for a long moment.

Eva raised an eyebrow at her. “Why were you so eager to go to this party anyway?”

It was Eleonora’s turn to have her cheeks heat up. She shrugged, looking up at the ceiling.

Eva laughed. “Hmm.”

They were both silent for a long moment before Eva spoke again. “You know, I really hated Edoardo. Then I spent a few minutes with him. And he’s...nice?”

Eleonora hummed a reply. Eva didn’t know the half of it. 

Eleonora could feel Eva’s eyes on her. She spoke up before Eva could.

“So what’s going to happen with you and Fede?”

Eva sighed. “I don’t know. What’s going to happen with you and Edoardo?”

Eleonora groaned. She should’ve known Eva wouldn’t let her dodge the topic that easily. 

“Nothing.”

“Why not?”

“I can’t do that to Silvia.”

Neither of them spoke for a long moment, then Eva said “I think he really likes you”.

Eleonora sighed. “What if he doesn’t? What if he just wants another mark on the stupid wall? I’d be the stupidest girl yet, because I should know better. I saw what he did to Silvia.”

“I don’t know, he’s putting in a lot more effort than he seems to with other girls.”

Eleonora just shrugged. “We said we’d be friends.”

“Yeah, okay” Eva said in a tone that suggested she did not agree at all.

“I don’t know what to do about Silvia. I don’t want her to hate me.”

“Hey if she’ll hate you she’ll hate me too. I’m friends with Edoardo.”

Eleonora opened her mouth to protest, but then realised that’s exactly what Eva wanted her to do.

“Yeah, we’re both friends with him. Should we tell Silvia?”

“Yeah, we’ll talk to her when she gets here. Which should be soon.”

And that’s how Eleonora, Eva and Silvia ended up sitting awkwardly in silence at Eva’s dining table. Silvia had let slip to Paola that she hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and apparently that meant they all had to eat. Paola was making them food, enough for Fede and Sana too, since they’d be arriving at any minute.

Eleonora wished Silvia had more to say. Why was today the one day she ran out of new cat pictures?

Eva spoke first, and god Eleonora loved that girl. Part of her felt like she’d burst into flames just from speaking his name in front of Silvia. Her entire body felt hot just thinking about him in her presence. She felt like a sinner in church.

She remembered how her body had felt like it was burning in the homewares store. When she’d woken up in his arms. When he’d held her hand.

She was evil. She was going to hell.

“So, you know how Edoardo gave me a lift to school a while ago?”

Silvia just nodded. Eleonora felt like she might throw up.

“Well, I’ve kind of kept in touch with him.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, we talk a bit. Tag each other in Facebook posts.”

Silvia didn’t respond for a second, and Eleonora watched her with curiosity as she kept her face carefully composed. It seemed Silvia was keeping herself carefully composed, too.

“Are you dating him or something?”

Eva laughed. “No, no, no! Nothing like that. It just...we’re kind of friends? And I wanted to know if that’s okay?”

Eleonora had managed to avoid Silvia’s scrutiny so far this conversation, but suddenly she was trapped in her gaze.

“And you?”

“He asked me if we could be friends.” Eleonora conveniently left out the part where he’d made it clear he wanted more. Where it was clear she wanted more too.

She didn’t mean to keep talking, but for some reason she did. “But I don’t want to do anything that would hurt you, so if us being friends with him makes you uncomfortable...”

Silvia shook her head. “No, it’s fine. This is good, actually.”

Eleonora grinned. Oh thank god. She felt Eva’s eyes on her, so quickly tried to compose herself.

“Who knows, maybe Edoardo and I can be friends too. He apologised to me. Maybe I’ll talk to him tonight.”

Silvia’s words made Eleonora feel things. Like, get away from my man things. Which was completely ridiculous. 

“So we’re all cool with being friends with Edoardo?”

Silvia nodded, and much too late Eleonora did too.

They walked through Edoardo’s front door, and Eleonora could feel her heart beating in her throat. She needed to see a doctor. For so many reasons. 

Maybe she just needed a lobotomy. 

Maybe she should go join a convent. Go be with God.

The girls made their way into the kitchen to find cups, opening one of the bottles of wine they’d brought. Eleonora downed the contents of her cup much too fast, filling it up again but not taking a drink from it. If she was too drunk she might do something stupid. She needed to be just happy enough that she could deal with the awkwardness of being around all these people at once.

They migrated to the dance floor, Eleonora marvelling at how other people were so drunk already.

“There’s Edoardo!”

Eleonora turned and looked where Silvia was gesturing, experiencing tunnel vision for a second. It took her a second to notice that Fede stood behind him as well, part of a larger group of boys.

Edoardo looked good. He always did. 

He looked towards the dance floor and their eyes met, a grin spreading wide across his face.

“Let’s go say hi” Silvia said, already making her way towards him.

Eva tugged at Eleonora’s arm, making her follow them. Eleonora made sure to stay at the back of group, wanting to suss out the situation first. 

Edoardo pulled Eva into a hug as soon as she was close enough, and Eleonora felt her stomach flip with jealousy. But maybe that meant she could hug him too? God, she was acting like a lovesick lunatic. 

So what if he was decent company and looked like art come to life. She needed to pull herself together.

She watched as Eva turned to Federico, hugging him much more awkwardly then she had Edoardo.

Edoardo was talking to Fede and Sana, who had greeted him with a high five and handshake respectively, but kept looking to Eleonora. He started inching closer, but Silvia interrupted by stepping forward and pulling him into a hug. His eyes were on Eleonora, looking like he didn’t have a clue how to react. It was mildly amusing.

“Eva and Ele tell me we’re all friends now” Silvia said, pulling back from the hug. Edoardo tore his eyes away from Eleonora to look at Silvia.

“Um, yes” Edoardo responded, his hand flying to the back of his neck. Eleonora smirked.

“We’ll all have to hang out now” Silvia said, and Edoardo just nodded.

He broke away from her, making his way to Eleonora. He lifted his arms up to hug her just a beat too soon, and she grinned. 

He was overeager, and she was glad she wasn’t the only one. He pulled her against him, wrapping his arms tightly around him. Her arms rested around his waist, trying not to be too enthusiastic about it.

“Hey Ele” he said softly in her ear, and she shivered involuntarily. There goes that plan. “I’ve missed you.”

She was screwed.

A few hours had passed, and the night had gone pretty much as Eleonora had expected. Silvia was nearing the stage of drunkenness that meant she’d have to go home soon, and Eva was currently in the corner sitting on Fede’s lap.

Eleonora had maintained a good level of tipsy so far, but her cup was empty and that was an issue. She left the dance floor, where she, Sana and Fede had been making glorious fools of themselves, and made her way to the kitchen.

It was surprisingly empty. Weren’t kitchens meant to be the heart of the home? Where people congregated and whatnot? Maybe that was just in movies.

She searched for the bottles of wine they’d brought along, wondering if the other girls had drunk more than she thought. She should probably check on Eva and Silvia.

Edoardo said her name from behind her, and she spun around much too fast. Friends don’t have such a violent reaction to their friend’s voice, she told herself.

“Hey, Edo.”

He grinned at her, and she didn’t think she’d done anything to warrant such joy but sure.

“Are you out of drinks?”

Eleonora frowned. “I think we must be.”

“I’ll make you something.”

She hoped he was going to make something seriously complicated. Something utterly time consuming. She hoped they’d be there all night.

She leant against the counter, watching him fetch ingredients. Unfortunately, he just seemed to be making her a something, lime and soda.

“How’s your night been so far?”

She shrugged. “Yeah, good. Enjoying playing host?”

He shrugged, keeping his eyes down as he cut up a lime.  “I don’t know, sometimes being the host means you have to spend time with everybody when you’d rather...not.”

She looked down at her hands. That didn’t necessarily mean anything.

She opened her mouth to say something, looking up to find him much closer than he had been a second ago. He stepped forward even closer, and her breath caught in her throat.

“Um, I just need the vodka behind you.” 

She nodded, but didn’t move. He reached behind her, picking up the bottle. She could feel the heat radiating off him, and her mind flashed back to all the previous times they’d been this close. 

“How strong do you..”

Her fingertips grazed his chest, and he stopped mid-sentence. She didn’t know what she was doing.

His face was suddenly closer to hers, so close she could feel his breath fanning across her face. 

His nose brushed against hers, and she heard a thump behind her as he set the vodka down. The noise and the contact combined brought her back to her senses. She flattened her hand out on his chest, gently pushing him away. “Not here.”

He pulled away immediately. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

He picked up the bottle again, quickly finishing off her drink. He slid it across the counter towards her, seemingly trying to keep his distance. 

She felt like the awkwardness was suffocating her.

“I’ll...talk to you later then?”

He looked up, eyes locking with hers, and she couldn’t read the expression on his face. He nodded slowly, and she wished this wasn’t so damn complicated.

She realised too late, as she was walking away with the drink in her hand and wondering if she’d just screwed up, that she hadn’t actually said he shouldn’t kiss her.

Silvia plopped down on the couch, leaning her head on Eleonora’s shoulder.

Eleonora had been sitting with Eva, but then Eva had gone off with Fede. Eleonora felt like maybe she should have tried harder to dissuade Eva, but whatever.

“Do you think that now we’re friends with Edoardo he might see me as more than a hookup?”

Eleonora froze, too many emotions flooding through her for her to decide on one reaction. “Uh, what?”

“I just, y’know, maybe if he starts seeing me as a friend it could eventually turn into that.”

"Or you could just be friends?” Eleonora knew her tone was a little harsh, and she knew why, but she was a whole lot of drinks deep and she just didn’t care. She was trying so hard to look after Silvia’s feelings, but honestly what Silvia had with Edoardo wasn’t that deep. She was fairly certain she’d spent more time with him than Silvia ever had. None of it was fair.

“Can you find out if he’s into anyone right now?”

Eleonora sighed. Part of her wanted to say ‘me, he’s into me’ but she didn’t really know that for sure. What did being ‘into’ someone entail? Did it mean he wanted to date her, sleep with her and ditch, what? “No, Silvia. I’m not doing that. I thought you wanted to be friends with him.”

Silvia groaned, staggering to her feet. “You’re no help.”

Eleonora pulled her back down onto the couch. “Come on, Sil.”

Silvia shook her head. “No, I need another drink.”

“No, you don’t.”

Silvia grunted in an unappreciative way, but sat still and rested her head on Eleonora’s shoulder again.

Eleonora gestured to Sana and Fede as they walked past, beckoning them closer. “When are you guys heading home?”

Sana looked at Silvia, looking mildy amused. “We were planning to leave any minute. Silvia, want a ride?”

Eleonora sighed, relieved. Next to her, Silvia started protesting. She almost laughed, but she was too busy feeling like there was ice in her veins as she replayed Silvia’s words from earlier.

Sana and Fede helped Silvia up, guiding her outside.

Eleonora leant back, resting her head against the couch and closing her eyes.

“Ele!” Her eyes shot open.

He was drunker than he had been before. She studied his face, from his rosy cheeks to his messier-than-ever hair.

“Come dance with me” he said too loudly, holding out his hand for her and moving his weight from one foot to the other.

She knew she shouldn’t, but she was drunker than before too, and it was just dancing.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his side as he led her to the dance floor.

“Wait, am I allowed to do this?”

She looked at him in surprise, not sure what he was talking about.

They were in the middle of the dance floor now, and he pulled her closer to him by her waist. Letting go of her for a moment, he lifted her arms up and rested them around his neck. He started swaying, making her move with him. Why were they swaying like this to a fast song? She remembered how he’d danced with Silvia. This was nothing like that. He’d danced with Silvia like he was ensnaring prey. There was no trace of that here. She didn’t understand.

He moved one hand to the small of her back, holding her to him while his other found its way to the back of her head and tangled in her hair. His nose brushed against her temple. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears. Part of her wondered if he was just using the dance floor as an excuse to hold her, but she brushed it off. Surely any second he’d try to take her up to his room.

“What do you want, Ele?”

“I don’t know what you mean, Edo.”

“Do you just not...” he sighed, pulling away to look at her.

She didn’t know what to say. “I have to go” she said, disentangling herself from him and turning to leave the dance floor. She darted out of the room, realising as she walked out his front door that she’d left her things inside. She had her card and her phone and that was it.

She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. Whatever.

“Ele, talk to me.”

She turned around to face him, digging her fingers into her arms.

“I can’t do this.”

He ran his fingers through his hair. “What exactly?”

Eleonora sighed again, moving one hand up to rub the bridge of her nose. “Silvia thinks that now we’re all friends you’ll start looking at her as more than a one night stand” she blurted out with a groan.

Edoardo stepped closer to her, reaching out and putting his hands on her upper arms. She wanted to push him away, but she also wanted him to go back to holding her. She settled on doing nothing.

“Silvia knows nothing’s going to happen between us. She could probably use the wake up call.”

Eleonora glared at him, taking a step back and away from him. “What, are you just trying to use me to get rid of her?”

He gaped at her. “What?”

Eleonora groaned, running her fingers through her hair. “I don’t want to do this. This is too much. It’s too hard.”

He stepped forward, taking her face in his hands. “It’ll be okay.” 

There it was again. That feeling of her whole body being on fire. That wasn’t meant to be a good thing, but god it was. 

He was looking at her with such tenderness, and she was so damn tired. This whole thing was exhausting. It felt like no matter what she did, she was going to lose somehow. Just once, she wanted to get what she wanted.

She bit her lip, at war with herself.

“Please, Ele, talk to me. We can figure this out together” he was slurring his words slightly from the alcohol. It was cute.

She didn’t want to talk, she thought as she stepped forward and pulled his face down to hers by his collar. 

He made a sound in the back of his throat, and she thought it was a sound of protest but then he moved one hand from her face to her waist and held her firmly against him.

God, she wished they’d done this sooner.

She sighed and he took advantage of it, deepening the kiss. She tangled the fingers of one hand into his hair. That stupid messy hair. 

She slid her other hand down his chest, moving it to the small of his back and pulling him tight against her.

They stayed like that for a long moment, wrapped up in each other. Eventually she needed air, pulling away from the kiss. He grinned down at her, and her face heated up under his gaze.

The heat burning through her from the kiss was sobering, and she realised what she’d done.

“I have to go home” she said. 

He nodded, still grinning. “We’re alright though?” He tucked her hair behind one ear, his thumb rubbing against her cheek.

“Yeah” she said, but she wasn’t sure.

[clumsycapitolunicorn]

That episode of HDM though!

The fact Marisa just poisoned Boreal (she gave him a freaking kiss of death) and was still sat there near him hours later... (also telling him he isn’t her equal)

MARISA CAN CONTROL THEM SPECTRES. POWER MOVE.

The whole Marisa being so disconnected from her daemon thing though...

I really do feel for that golden monkey. yes he’s a little sh** but he’s a little sh** in need of attention. 

Love the duo that is john parry and lee scoresby (every time lee says jopari i hear joffrey). I would like to hear more of daemon!PWB please.

SERAFINA PEKKALA! THAT IS ALL.

I was wondering when they’d get to Will’s hand being infected cause there was no way he could just walk around fine after that without medical help. 

Oh Mary, you’re doing amazing sweetie! THE ANGEL WINGS. 

I may not be happy about them trying to kill Will and Lyra but Paola asking a stranger to hug her cause her own parents aren’t able to cause all the adults are gone broke my heart. Angelica asking her to stay with them though. Mary I think you’ve accidentally adopted two feral girls. I like that she took them with her bless her. 

I got so annoyed that the ep ended lmao.