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Stabby stab

Why have you done this?

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I miss him :(

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I remember the days when I used to be obsessed with this guy….good old days…..

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Good God! It is very easy to be kind; the difficulty lies in being just.

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“He was conscious of an indescribable foundation of rigidity, regularity, and probity…He enveloped in a blind and profound faith every one who had a function in the state, from the prime minister to the rural policeman. He covered with scorn, aversion, and disgust every one who had once crossed the legal threshold of evil. He was absolute, and admitted no exceptions.”

- Excerpt from Les Miserables about Javert

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Ben Mackenzie as young!Milton Grimm

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He looked up for a moment to peer at her with a level of hatred which he only used on a certain peppy blonde with an apple obsession that was too bad for her own good."What do you think Miss Gull? And don't you dare judge me you little unappreciative spoiled child," he hissed, wishing that his $5 liqueur hadn't been lost. He tried for a second time to sit up, but feel on his side, probably leaving a nice purple mark later. "Oh yes. I'm wonderful, as you can tell. I was just out for a stroll and I wanted a better view of the water."

Milton slapped away her hand, more stubborn then a bull. "I'm drunk? Really? Because if you hadn't scared me, I would have been really drunk, and then where would we be? I would be happily dead... and you would still be incredibly annoying, and quite a bother."

Losing Your Memory || Closed RP with SisterOfTheSevenRavens

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The said older man turned his head to look at the tanned girl with black hair, a slight scowl on his face. "Whaaat.. whaat d'youcare," he frowned angrily at the interruption, taking a swig of his bottle before throwing it on stone ground. The green glass shattered everywhere into pieces. 

As soon as he heard her final words, he fell trying to step down, his entire body catching the fall. His hands immediately touched the ground, a bit of glass cutting the headmaster in the process. THere was barely any blood, which was lucky for the student. He attempted to stand himself up, but too out of focus to be able to even do so. 

"Go-Go away! I do not need your help! I was just fine! LEAVE ME BE," he barked as he finally stood up, his knee giving up from the landing, falling right back onto the slick street.

Losing Your Memory || Closed RP with SisterOfTheSevenRavens

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Losing Your Memory || Open

It was once a cold morning like at other winter day. The ground was freezing, the air just the same. A fire burned inside a cottage, small, but enough to keep a pregnant Persephone Grimm warm. Milton remembered her laugh, instantly brightening the room, holding her stomach, which was barely noticeable. She was pregnant, glowing in his green eyes. 

They were off to the market, it was the day they decided to buy baby furniture for the unknown sex of their child. He had been driving. The snow had gotten heavy. The roads had gotten icier. It was over in an instant. The small car hit the side of the stone bridge.

Milton had slowly opened his eyes, everything blurry. His head pounded, blood coming from a cut near his temple. When turning his head, his neck damaged from whiplash, his once bright wife, pale and soulless in the passenger seat.

It was 25 years ago to the day, and he was starting to forget her eyes, her laugh, her voice. Drinking himself to excess, he had taken a personal day. He still hadn't gotten over his Persephone. Stuck in an endless winter, his spring taken away from him. As he was slowly dying of hypothermia.

One bottle too many and he stood at the edge, looking over the cold water. The exact location he lost her. He was drunk, going side to side, close to falling in as a monologue became what he hoped his final words.

"The damage is done The police are coming too slow now I would have died I would have loved you all my life Where have you gone? The beach is so cold in winter here And where have I gone? I wake in Montauk with you near"

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"I beg your pardon ma'am? I am perfectly fine, see? No stab wounds in sight."

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"Ah! Miss Tremaine, I'm glad you came, please, sit," he nodded to the arm chair that stood on the other side of the desk. Milton slightly smiled to the young woman, as much as he could that didn't look like a scowl. Jezebel was one of his better students, evil, yes, but she was focused and determined. He knew her hatred for Miss Ella was pure and fueled with anger, only making her a better choice. "You see, I was hoping you'd come because-," his bellowing words trailed off as his eyes met contact with something completely inappropriate. The headmaster could feel the beads of sweat forming at his hair line, coughing a bit uncomfortably when his eyes trailed back up to meet hers. He internally slapped himself, angered at himself for his accidental stare. "-Because your little enemy of yours is said to be dating some young man out of her story, and I was hoping you could be my spy, even ruin it for her perhaps," he quickly saved himself, collected on the outside as his conscience was in a disgusted panic?

I'm Glad You Came || Closed RP with Jezebel-Tremaine

The 49 year old headmaster sat stiffly in his office. The blinds barely open, very little sun shining through the windows. What could be seen was the shine reflection off of the mahogany matching furniture that looked barely touched in place. That’s how Milton liked to keep things, spotless, organized. Much like how he liked the rest of his life, unchanging.

He had sent a secret message to a Miss Jezebel Tremaine, asking for her assistance. Things around the school were becoming chaotic, what was his once dream, slowly shattering into pieces. It had all been a wondrous happy ending, that was until a certain raven haired girl decided to question her life. Children these day, no respect. The Grimm brother huffed in frustration, his piercing green eyes kept watch on the door, waiting for the villainous student to make her entrance.

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I'm Glad You Came || Closed RP with Jezebel-Tremaine

The 49 year old headmaster sat stiffly in his office. The blinds barely open, very little sun shining through the windows. What could be seen was the shine reflection off of the mahogany matching furniture that looked barely touched in place. That's how Milton liked to keep things, spotless, organized. Much like how he liked the rest of his life, unchanging. <\p>

He had sent a secret message to a Miss Jezebel Tremaine, asking for her attendance. Things around the school were becoming chaotic, what was his once dream, slowly shattering into pieces. It had all been a wondrous happy ending, that was until a certain raven haired girl decided to question her life. Children these day, no respect. The Grimm brother huffed in frustration, his piercing green eyes kept watch on the door, waiting for the villainous student to make her entrance. <\p>

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I AM A DISGRACE TO FRENCH SPEAKERS AND LES MIS FANS EVERYWHERE.