#greendeathwizard

[utanooujisama-blog]

[Text] Oi, Harry. You awake?

Fidgeting in his seat, caramel sunk into the head of the chair behind him as he held the smartphone above his face. The nineteen year old couldn't keep still. With strong coffee steeped in his blood, the race of energy made the night a second daytime incarnate. He was in the right mood to go out with a friend and just let loose an inner imp.

The person in question probably couldn't follow him into a club, but there were plenty other venues they could fool around at. The life of a star opened up endless doors.

[utanooujisama-blog]

greendeathwizard replied to your post:Who wants to go on a date with Ren

((OOC: Sure, why not. Harry needs some loving.))

Yes, perfect! Ren still has his number from last time, so he'll initiate.

[frivolousbartender-archive-blog]

Spit it out

Send 'SPIT IT OUT!' and I'll randomly generate a number. Whatever number it is, my muse will blurt it out to you!

{❄} ||     This was not the Harry he knew--

     Those eyes, that voice, the darkness that surrounds them, they were all foreign-- A L I E N .  Something told him that something wrong was taking place right in front of him, but he couldn't point a finger to it yet. Should he take action?

                 “ You're scarin' me. ”  

     In one swift motion, he had captured the stranger and pinned him against the floor, the flames from his signature weapon almost licking the other's nose. Hm. A simple confession wouldn't do the trick after all.

                  “ Now, now. Where's the boy?                      Or d'you want me to burn ev'ry inch of you until you start blabbin'? ”

[ninthcompanion]

"From stranger to friend to family." (six word meme)

a six word story to describe my muse

Things he thought he’d never be.

[queenofknowledge]

Orphan Boy |Closed Au|

Morgan had told her that they needed her help with something. She had clicked her way into the main room of their floor. Climbing down the stairs she moved to where Morgan stood. As she grew closer she noticed a boy standing near Morgan. The boy looked like he could be six, but looks were deceiving.

"Harry this is my friend Penelope." Morgan introduced. She waved at the boy with a smile. "You'll be staying with her until children's aid get's here. There backed up." The last part was directed at her and she nodded. "I have to go."

Kneeling to the boy's height Penelope smiled. "It's nice to met you Harry, I'm sure we'll have a great time together."

[captain-forgetful]

✧

Chris squints as he looks at the young wizard. “Is there any words for ‘finding every goddamn awkward object I’ve got’?” He smirked and rubbed his own chin softly. “Probably not, so let’s settle for these three: Curious, clever and hardworking.” Soldier stated calmly before ruffling the boy’s hair. 

[licnbcrn]

“You’re so... optimistic."

"Can’t tell if you mean that in a good way or a bad way so I’m going to assume good." Lily grimaced at her reply, a smirk almost, shaking her head. 

"If I weren’t optimistic, I would have lost myself somewhere in the war, Harry." 

[captain-forgetful]

✭

✭ what is one of their favorite items?

Tbh, Chris has three items that can’t be compared to the other things he own:

A ring he got from his father when he was about 18-20 years old. It has some sentimental value to him, although it’s just a simple silver ring with some carving in it.

That small sugar bowl Claire gave him when he moved to his recent house. It’s way too girly to his taste, but he likes it anyway. It reminds him of the fact that Claire still cares about him.

His coffee cup. It looks nice and it’s filled with memories. Besides, it’s big enough unlike basic models.

…Then again, he has some objects that might be as important as those three. Such as the scarf that was used as his first blindfold. Yes, he still uses it because it looks really good.

[frivolousbartender-archive-blog]

{❄} ||     "Ah, jus' wingin' things," came his curt reply. He'd just gotten over drunkenness the other night, and now he's back to being fully functional. "How 'bout you? An' ah, what d'you like to have, ne?"

"Ah yeah, today’s a day off from school, so I thought I’d drop in." The teen answered, making his way over to the seat parking himself into the chair. "How’ve you been?"

[ninthcompanion]

•"Run, before it gets us!"

Now, most of the time when people called that, Kratos would draw his sword, assess the situation and if said situation proved beyond his capabilities then he would follow the retreat order and flee.

In this case, Kratos began to do exactly that. And then paused, the tip of his sword almost touching the floor.

The terrifying monster was tiny. And shuffling towards them at the pace of a geriatric snail.

Taking a slow steps backwards, just in case the creature turned out to possess a ferocious side that Harry had been genuinely trying to warn him of, he commented.

"Very amusing, Harry. Now what precisely is this?"

[ninthcompanion]

◦"Why are you wearing that?"

Kratos’ eyebrows lower and then rise again as he turns to face Harry, half in a black polar neck jumper. The shirt beneath it is grey and has long passed its best. His trousers are just about serviceable, albeit patched up at one knee. Two belts are slung loosely around them.

"Should I not be? I see no need for my usual armour in this situation."

[mothermulletarchive]

"Apparently today is something called 'White Day'?" Harry shrugged his shoulders in response. "And also pie day, so I ended up making one. I mean, if you wanted a slice that is. You don't have to eat it if you don't want to."

"Hmm?" Peering at the shorter male, he tilted his head before holding out a hand and making a gimme gesture. Like he was going to turn away free food.