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silver-apple asked: -was walking past Fen on the street, and smiles politely at him as she passes- -after a few steps, she doesn't notice a film of black ice on the sidewalk and falls sideways on the curb- ...ow. -tries not to make a scene of it and struggles to get up again, but a lot of her right side is bruised and her hands are scraped up-

horrendouslygentle:

silver-apple:

horrendouslygentle:

[nods slowly at Mabel but quickly seems to wake up, snapping his neck as he turned] Oy. Watch your st— … … …

[hooks his arms under her armpits and nearly yanks her up] Crap! Didn’t know you was this light. [more carefully, set her back on her feet] You aight? 

Hm? (tilts head to the side) No, sir. If anything, I’m trying to thank you. 

…is it going to sting? 

(smiles softly, and tries to hide it by biting her bottom lip because she knows he’s not as hard as he lets on)

Thank me— [glances at his jacket] —by washing that.

It’s gonna hurt like hell. [gently leads her by the holding onto her elbow] you can walk aight?

(glances at him, touched. She’s set on paying him back someway. She also doesn’t bother to ask where they’re going) 

Like hell? Is that an exaggeration or…? … …which is the one that doesn’t sting? 

(looks down at her palms) Why am I bleeding so? … (as they walk on a little while, she’s suddenly pricked with the realization she should call her husband. But she doesn’t) 

…how tall are you not

I suppose she looked like a spider had wove her up one day, and had an angel kiss the top of her head. But she was still a plain kind of beauty. There was nothing, I daresay, exceptional, about her. Her skin was porcelain, and her lips were thin and fine, and her hair was kept in a low braid, tied very loose. I remember how when she’d bend over, a few whisps of her curled mane fell around her face. Then she’d look appealing, as Spring time is appealing. She seemed to be like a bit of country air, some linen, wildflowers, and a bit of grime from a neglected street in London. 

There was, of course, the matter of her eyes and her distasteful handwriting. Her penmanship was frightful! Each written letter slanted too far to the right, and she crowded the words by stuffing them in between thoughts and along margins. And, what’s more, she left blotches of ink all over, exposing a distracted mind. Her eyes exposed something of a beast lurking inside her skeletal, tall figure. I couldn’t decide if she was the beast, or if the beast was consuming her. Oh heavens, I swear, her eyes were a terrible thing—be glad you will never have to look too much into them. 

There was just too much about her, but nothing much about her at all…

silver-apple asked: -was walking past Fen on the street, and smiles politely at him as she passes- -after a few steps, she doesn't notice a film of black ice on the sidewalk and falls sideways on the curb- ...ow. -tries not to make a scene of it and struggles to get up again, but a lot of her right side is bruised and her hands are scraped up-

horrendouslygentle:

silver-apple:

horrendouslygentle:

[nods slowly at Mabel but quickly seems to wake up, snapping his neck as he turned] Oy. Watch your st— … … …

[hooks his arms under her armpits and nearly yanks her up] Crap! Didn’t know you was this light. [more carefully, set her back on her feet] You aight? 

(catches the jacket messily, and then ties the sleeves around the leg that’s bleeding the most) 

(gives him her left hand) 

Well, the way I see it is I don’t look like I need this money. (offers it toward him) Please. Take it. 

You tryin’ to start somethin’? [wrapping her hand distracts him and he mutters] We gotta get this clean. This is why you gotta be careful and freaking look where you’re damn walking.

Hm? (tilts head to the side) No, sir. If anything, I’m trying to thank you. 

…is it going to sting? 

(smiles softly, and tries to hide it by biting her bottom lip because she knows he’s not as hard as he lets on) 

AU: Hooking Arms and Ditching School | Mabel and Osa

squealofmorbidenjoyment:

Aww crap. Poopie. My Papas are gonna howl at me again. Hey, hey. Mai-Mai. Wanna come by my place later? They won’t chew me out too badly if I have a pretty girl with me. Waitamin. Did you just say pizza? Oooh, can we get some after class? Waita— 

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Yah~ I get it~ Lemme get my bag. What kind we gettin’?~

…hm. Now we just need to find a pretty girl. 

 

We can get Shu-Shu. 

(holds up her bookbag and winks)  Already got it! 

(hooks her arm in hers) Half pep? Half buffalo chicken? 

silver-apple asked: -was walking past Fen on the street, and smiles politely at him as she passes- -after a few steps, she doesn't notice a film of black ice on the sidewalk and falls sideways on the curb- ...ow. -tries not to make a scene of it and struggles to get up again, but a lot of her right side is bruised and her hands are scraped up-

horrendouslygentle:

silver-apple:

horrendouslygentle:

[nods slowly at Mabel but quickly seems to wake up, snapping his neck as he turned] Oy. Watch your st— … … …

[hooks his arms under her armpits and nearly yanks her up] Crap! Didn’t know you was this light. [more carefully, set her back on her feet] You aight? 

(had started crying a little because she is just fragile, and she tries to hide it by shakily wiping her palms across her eyes) Yes, I’m fine… Thank you…

(has been looking down at her torn stockings, and when she looks at him, she suddenly becomes fixated on his face) (hard liquor and bandages are stitched into his eyes, and she tries to make herself look away) 

Thank you sir… I… (scrambles into her purse while wiping her eyes) (she pulls out thirty-five dollars) Please take it. 

Hold up [takes out a handkerchief so quickly because he’s always prepared for these things and before he realizes what he’s doing, he throws his jacket at Mabel for her legs] Here, gimme your hand. I only have one so gimme the one that hurts most. 

[finally notices the money and glares at her, though one palm was still up, his offer to wrap her hand open] What? Do I look like I need money to you? … [sees his jacket] …crap.

(catches the jacket messily, and then ties the sleeves around the leg that’s bleeding the most) 

(gives him her left hand) 

Well, the way I see it is I don’t look like I need this money. (offers it toward him) Please. Take it. 

Anonymous asked: What are weird questions to ask people?

Oh, how old someone is! 

Do we ask a flower how old it is? 

restimarofthesevenlords asked: ((Have you ever stole anything?

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…I have. 

I’m not proud of it. 

restimarofthesevenlords asked: ((Were you ever close with Andrew?

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Why are you asking me this?

I was always close to his knees. I remember pulling at one of the sleeves of his trousers. He never really picked me up, though. I always felt like Letty was protecting him from me. 

He lives with me now. (her smile quivers slightly) 

silver-apple asked: (really NOT supposed to be about at this hour of the morning, but at times she can't help but want to see a newborn dawn) (when she comes upon the stranger, with a very grim aura, her senses heighten) (curiosity overrides, and she smiles at his direction) Good morning.

spellitkhaos:

spellitkhaos:

*attention snaps to voice, whipping head around as Teekl yowls in protest, tumbling off Klarion’s shoulder* Hello, there~ Not so many people awake on the summer solstice. Not this early anyway.

*grins, siddling over to the woman, Teekl meowing, twinning around his legs* And who might you be?

*regards May-Belle for a moment, eyes glittering. Teekl sits at Klarion’s feet, watching as well*

*face breaks into an even broader smile, bows slightly before taking the offered hand* May-Belle~ Nice to meet you! I’m Klarion Bleak. *shakes hand vigorously*

*blinks once, caught off guard by the question then arches an eyebrow* Waiting? Yes, I am waiting~

Good morning then, Mr Bleak! (shakes his hand with equal vigor) Your manors are…such a fine shade of violet.

(she kneels down so she is level with the cat) Is she a tame one? (straightens) Very fine. Very curious. She seems to be from a place I’ve been to a dream of a dream…