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things are going to be difficult. But you

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pov you’re on a date with florence pugh

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..fallenferns​:

who: Teddy @devctus​ where: The Golden Lion

Life felt stale to Clarae as of late. She’d walked the same path every day of her life and she’d started to wonder if she was missing the world go by because of it. She didn’t know how to stray from her routine, or what she’d even do if she did. Her mother all but beat it into her as she was growing up that the world was a dangerous place that should be avoided. And that’s what she’d done, even after her mother passed. She hid in her cottage in the mountains and she kept her nose down. But now she wanted to look up. She wanted to see for herself if the world was something she could handle. She wanted to prove she wasn’t fragile.

A headache was forming at the base of her skull, confusion and anxiety making her tense. She was finished running her errands so she started for home when a sign caught her eye. The Golden Lion. She chewed her lip, frozen in place on the sidewalk as she mulled it over. Eventually she ran out of skin to chew off her lip and, with a sigh, she pulled open the door. It was dim inside, music playing low while a scattered number of bodies drank in the shadows. It was still early evening, she assumed more people would start filling the place soon. She made her way to the bar, making sure to grab a seat at the end where she could be left alone to her thoughts. 

A brunette approached her from behind the bar and Clarae offered a polite smile. 

“Hi, could I get whatever you have on tap, please?”

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It was good that Teddy has an in with the boss, otherwise she would have definitely been fired by now.  Teddy?  Working in some form of customer service? Anybody she knew would laugh at the thought.  It also didn’t hurt that the majority of the tavern’s patronage were fellow uprising members, who she could tell to fuck off without them taking it seriously.  But there were the small few who would wander in or considered the Golden Lion as their local pub.  Those of the latter Teddy didn’t mind much, as they too were used to her less than congenial service.  But the former?  Well, maybe she tried to scare them off in hopes that they wouldn’t return and would spread the word.

Teddy couldn’t help but snort at the woman and her polite request, “Whatever’s on tap?” She mocked.  “What do you think this is, a movie?  See all these--” she gestured to all the many handles in front of her, “These are whats on tap.  You gotta be more specific, seriously.”  She scoffed before pausing.  “Ales, lagers, pilsners, stouts...Any fucking clue?”

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gvldntrbl​:

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Hale’s travels landed him in Kings Hill. The former Eastlander saw little to no appeal in living in the realm but business knew no boarders. Luckily for the nymph, that night whatever work he had he’d finished and saw the half faerie at the club. A loud laugh left Hale as he looked towards blue shirt, whomever the poor soul was. “I can make ‘em trip. That might have ‘em second guess coming over here.” Hale paused to shrug. “If Blue Shirt does come over though, that’s on you. It’d look bad for me to get my hands dirty, in Kings Hill, especially after they lost their leaders a while ago.”

“So, what’s new with you? ‘Cause murderous thoughts aren’t new, not with you.”

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“As long as they trip and fall onto my knife, that sounds good to me.” Teddy shrugged, a hand raised to the bartender asking for another shot, now needing something to weather the rest of the night.  “God, were you always such a pussy, Hale?  I don’t remember you being this much of a pussy.” She gave the man a cursory glance, before looking elsewhere, as if there were other things more entertaining to her.  “To be fair, my murderous thoughts are reserved for much fewer people than you’d think.” she gave a nod of thanks as the bartender supplied her with the much needed elixir, before turning back to the man “But you know me, a little of this, a little of that, hating my father and all of the Southland, nothing new. --- What about yourself? Still skulking in dark corners? Snooping around?”

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gvldntrbl​:

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Bear’s attention moved from his fellow uprising member’s face to said blue t-shirt. He laughed, the sound low, before he reached for his own glass and drowned the shot wordlessly. “Why do all of that when I can just singe it instead?” He offered, shooting Teddy an amused smirk. “Means no harm for you, anyways. You game? Or you wanna handle it without that ice pick?”

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The Master of Mayhem was pretty much the only faerie Teddy could ever see herself associating with ever again.  Partially, because he didn’t remind her of one, and secondly because she actually respected him.  Her time in the Dark World had taught her many things, and she knew what it must’ve taken for him to gain his position, unlike all the faerie lords and ladies back home who had done jack shit to earn their titles.  “You singe and I’ll give him a quick zap?” She added, fingers waved in front of her as electricity zapped between them.  “Two for the price of one, like a meal combo.” She snorted.

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Thank you for the girls’ night, truly. HAWKEYE — 1.05 “Ronin”

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who: open ( @lumenouastarters​ ) where: club in kings hill

It wasn’t often that Teddy strayed from the Dark World, finding it both unnecessary and inconvenient, as well as she never truly had the desire to.  She could find everything she wanted or needed in the Dark World.  Everyone she cared about was there as well.  And in general, all the other realms held for her were people or viewpoints she didn’t like.  But tonight, tonight she made an exception; the birthday party of quite literally the only person she knew from her former life and didn’t hate.  She had considered herself lucky, so far, having seen no one but the birthday boy that she had known, everyone else strangers.  But of course, her luck couldn’t last all night, and she made a quick escape to the bar, as far away she could get.

“If that person in the corner with the blue t-shirt starts coming over, I’m begging you to please take the ice pick from behind the bar and jam it into my skull,” she stated, before slamming back the shot in front of her, unsure if she was talking to the bartender or the unlucky patron next to her.  At this point, she didn’t even care, she’d take the help of whoever she could get.

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literally

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thats the thing about anger, it begs to stick around

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domromero​:

        “A tumor that grows on you until you can’t live without it. Or with it,” she pointed out with a sharp toothed smile at the other as she slid the empty glass back towards them. As much as she enjoyed the way that she could get on Ronan’s nerves any time of day, Dom wasn’t looking to make the other lose their job because of her lack of empathy. Or her desire to get piss drunk in the middle of the day. “You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if you didn’t have me. You might end up with more than a few lambs in your bed if I didn’t at least attempt to steer you away from some of the more pathetic ones,” she added with a grin.

Nothing that she said held any sort of malice towards the other, even if their words could be misconstrued as something more malignant than their true feelings. Dom wasn’t one to outwardly enjoy the company of others, not without there being a payoff or a reason behind it all — too many sought her position or wanted to pass her by for something closer to Bear. Her teeth and claws had to stay sharp enough to tear apart anyone that dared to threaten her position, yet Teddy had never been one to see that side of her. Not up close.

Though as the other poured her a shot, Dom’s grin grew a bit wider. “Who says I’m jealous? I know that I’m your favorite.” The feeling was mutual even as she swallowed her words along with the rest of the alcohol. “If anyone even came close, they may not live to see another day anyways,” she added with a bit of a tease to her words that burned only slightly thanks to the shot.

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“I’m no healer, but I don’t think that’s actually a thing.  But you keep thinking that.” she shot back, tossing her head back in a laugh before turning her back to grab some glasses to clean or some shit, to at least appear as if she was working.  “Hey, maybe I want to be Little Bo Peep, ever think of that, huh?--I’d look awfully cute with a crook.  Me and all my little lambs.” she mused.

Teddy knew if the tavern wasn’t nearly empty, their conversation might confuse any eavesdroppers, their banter developed over their decades together, fast and quick fire, filled with long held jokes and references to something from years prior, at times making it somewhat indecipherable to outsiders, just how Teddy liked it.  It was just another thing that reassured her of their ownership over each other.  Dom was her best friend.  And it bolstered her against that small, cruel part of her instilled by her upraising that told her she’d never be enough, for anybody or anything.  It told that part to fuck off, that she had a person.    

“Mmmmm” she hummed, “I love it when you get all possessive.” She finished with a wink, before turning once more to put her newly finished glasses back in their spots.  “I promise if I ever do fall in love one day,” she paused to gag dramatically “I’ll make sure it’s not a wolf--Can’t be offending your delicate sensibilities.”

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be remembered, flatteringly, as a “she-wolf”, a “heartless temptress”, and a “daughter of villainy and disgrace”. 

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theartofruling​:

“I will gouge your eyes out if you ruin my face. So no, this is not a slap me situation. Because why would you slap me when I’m terrified by the prospect of a beast we know nothing about eating people? And why are you not afraid?” It was lost on her that people were being so calm about this as if they didn’t understand the real danger that they could be in.  

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“You can try to gouge my eyes out, but I assure you, you will fail.” She warned, electricity zapping between her fingertips threateningly.  “And I’d slap you because your constant yammering isn’t helping the situation at all.  Do you think crying is going to stop your inevitable death if said beast decides to eat you?  No, all it’s gonna do is piss me off.” Teddy wasn’t an overwhelmingly friendly person, to the say the least, but especially in times of stress she often resorted to downright aggression as a way to channel her fear, her nerves, and while she knew it didn’t help the situation, it certainly made her feel better.  “Honestly I thought I’d have been taken out a long time ago for saying the wrong thing to the wrong person, so honestly a hydra would be a pretty dope way to go.”

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She knew there was something dark in her then, when she left the alley and the shadows followed.

Daniella Michallen (via ladystigmata)