"Bri... Why is there a hickey on your neck? I've been gone all weekend I didn't put it there..." He shook his head. "No. This better not be what I think it is."

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"It’s not. It’s not even a hickey." She sighed and covered her neck, looking away from him. If he looked long enough he’d see there was a ring around her neck. A bruise. "I got into a fight."

Angel raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t even gone for three days. How did you get into a fight? With who? Who did this to you?” he whispered. He reached forward and pulled her arms down. “Someone choked you?!”


"Ari!" Angel yelled and ran in to where he was sitting on the couch, then tackled him so she was laying on top of him. "Hello!" she said, smiling widely. ((Something happy.))

itsnotuptotheflock:

withpurewhitewings:

itsnotuptotheflock:

"Hey there Birdie." He grinned and chuckled before running his hand through her hair. ((For once ^v^))

She shook her head slowly. The hair-stroking wasn’t helping to keep her awake. She yawned again, this time not even trying to hide it. “Ahm not tired.” she mumbled.

"Sure you aren’t Birdie." He chuckled. "You can always listen to the rest of the disc tomorrow."

"No." she whispered. "I want to listen to it with you, but you won’t be here tomorrow. Unless I stay up late, but I don’t really have it in me to do that."


"Max! Why won't you just tell me what happened? I know you got that black eye from Dylan, so why won't you just tell me?!"

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flyingfromtheschool:

"Because it’s not that simple, Angel!" She snapped, before glancing at the floor. "You think he’d do something like that on purpose?"

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"As long as it brings attention to what he’s been doing to you, that’s good enough for me." Angel balled up the makeup covered cloth and threw it away, the reached for another. "And you’d be surprised how good I am at fighting."

"You’d get kicked out Angel, and I need you." Max tried something else, Angel’s thoughts were borderline insane. Then so was her own situation. "You should think this through first."

"You didn’t think through going out with Dylan, but you still did." She stood so she was facing Max and started taking off the makeup on her collarbone and chest.


((Little Angel)) "Fang! Fang! Total is sick! He won't talk to me at all!" She ran in to him, sobbing.

thelivingshadow:

withpurewhitewings:

thelivingshadow:

"Alright honey take a deep breath for me okay? Are you sure he’s not just pouting or being dramatic like usual?" He knelt down and pulled her into a hug, slowly rubbing her back. "He’s going to be okay I promise."

She held onto him tightly, barely getting her words out. “I’m sure. He’s not moving too much. I tried feeding him and he wouldn’t do anything, and not even Akila could help him. Something’s wrong, Fang!” she practically screamed.

Fang brushed away her tears gently and stood up. “Okay we’ll fly him to Max’s mom. For once she’ll be working on someone who’s closer to her usual patients. If anyone knows what’s wrong with him, I’m sure she will. Has he said anything?” He lifted Angel up and gave her a piggy back ride as he walked towards Total and Akila’s room.

"No. He’s just laying there and he won’t do anything." Angel pressed her face into his shoulder. "I don’t want him to die, Fang. He has to live." she whimpered. This wasn’t looking good.


"He/She's so beautiful." (You can decide gender)

sweetlittlesunflower:

withpurewhitewings:

sweetlittlesunflower:

"He looks just like you."

Angel bowed his head, looking down. “I’m sorry. Thank you, Bri.” he said, taking a deep breath. When she was done he pulled his finger back and flexed a little. “Much better. Thank you.” he repeated, nodding. He didn’t look up at anyone, especially Kane and Ben.

She sighed and shook her head, furrowing her brows. Why was he being so rude? “Angel,… I’m okay. You needed that healed. Don’t get angry at them. And Kane and Ben-” She turned her attention to the boys. “Be nice.” 

Angel wasn’t angry. He was the opposite of angry. He was just trying to go along with anything they said. The boys terrified him in every way ad the best option when he was around them was to not get in their way. “Sorry, Bri.” he whispered.


"I need something to distract me." (Angel's sad)

timelosthunter:

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timelosthunter:

"Uh… Okay? Have you got a lightbulb, I’ll show you something cool."

"Have you tried slipping her small doses of sleeping pills? It might calm her down enough to keep her focused."

"I’m not going to give my wife sleeping pills without her knowing."

"I could do it for you?" Hunter suggested, only half serious.

"Don’t you dare!" she replied sharply and looked up. But by looking up so fast she ended up ramming her nose into his chin. "Ow!" she yelped, scrambling off his lap and holding her nose.

"I was just kidding!?" he rolled his eyes and stood up after her, "Are you okay? Are you bleeding?"

"You didn’t sound like you were kidding." she mumbled, eyes closed. "I’m fine, I’m sure it’s nothing."


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  1. What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this — optional.
  2. Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.
  3. Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?
  4. Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?
  5. What are their chief tension areas? 
  6. If you were to pick one song — and only one song — to describe your character, what would it be and why?
  7. How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?
  8. Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?
  9. Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.
  10. If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?

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Angel, it has come to my attention that thee are several of our neighbors that seemed to be unnerved with me being back. Do you know why?

"Huh?" Angel looked up from petting Olive. "Uh… I don’t know. Our neighbors are weird. Don’t pay attention to them."


Angel crawled into bed with Hunter, snuggling down beneath the sheets.

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Hunter opened one eye, to confirm that it was in fact Angel beside him. He could have guessed by her size, but he wanted to be sure he knew who it was.

"I’m not Dani, you know. You’d have more space if I were Dani."

"You know, if you two somehow manage to be related in any way at all, I wouldn’t be surprised. You two are so alike."

"She’s a time traveller from the future right? She’d have to be like, my great great great great great grandniece or something… I think at that point, any similarities aren’t due to being related."

"It could happen!" She huffed and took a pillow, hitting him gently on the head with it.

"Ow…" Hunter flopped into the mattress and faked having been knocked out.

"No, don’t do that. Now your arms aren’t around me and I feel vulnerable to monsters."


"I'm thinking about getting a tattoo."

tomorrowwasmyyesterday:

withpurewhitewings:

tomorrowwasmyyesterday:

"Ooh really? What of? Do you wanna match my triskele or get something unique?"

"I understood your joke. I didn’t think it was all that funny." she shrugged.

"I’m growing a baby for us, you are legally obligated to tell me I’m perfect and laugh at all my jokes."

Dani pouted and crossed her arms grumpily.

"Fine. Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha. How was that?" she said, but then sighed and smiled. "You are perfect." she promised and kissed her cheek.


"I'm thinking about getting a tattoo."

tomorrowwasmyyesterday:

withpurewhitewings:

tomorrowwasmyyesterday:

withpurewhitewings:

tomorrowwasmyyesterday:

"Ooh really? What of? Do you wanna match my triskele or get something unique?"

"You know it’s not magic. It’s genetic manipulation." Angel smiled and giggled. "And I think I’d risk my own migraine if it meant going into your mind and keeping you safe."

"Oh don’t be so dramatic. My mind’s not that bad for you. You just don’t like going in there because I’m always thinking dirty thoughts." Dani grinned and wiggled her eyebrows at Angel.

Angel raised an eyebrow. “I don’t like being in there because it’s like static electricity, along with super loud feedback. It hurts.”

Dani shook her head, “I don’t know why I bother making jokes around you. They all go over your head.”

"I understood your joke. I didn’t think it was all that funny." she shrugged.


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withpurewhitewings:

tomorrowwasmyyesterday:

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withpurewhitewings

"Good morning Angel."

Dani wrapped her arms around Angel’s waist and kissed her neck.

"Are you cooking? You’re not gonna set anything on fire again are you?"

"But we don’t need to have little Thai ladies walk over our backs to relax us," Dani whined, jumping onto the couch, "See? This is perfectly relaxing. We could lie here and snuggle for like six hours!"

"I never said I wanted little Thai ladies walking on my back." Angel sighed. She wasn’t going to win this after all. "Fine. Have your way. Like always." she muttered before going to their room and shutting the door loudly.

"No, what are you doing?" Dani ran over to the door and knocked three times, "You didn’t follow the script! We were meant to argue for like three minutes more and then I would give in and we’d have fun!"

"No. I don’t want to argue." she said through the door. "This isn’t funny anymore, it’s just frustrating. You never want to do what I want."

"Well if we always wanted to do all the same things, we’d always do all the same things and never try new stuff and we’d be awfully bored all the time…"

"I’m already bored all the time. You could at least going along with what I want instead of forcing me with you." Angel locked the door and flopped down onto the bed.


Angel came home with her arm held tight against her side, biting the inside of her lip so hard she thought she tasted blood. She didn't know where Dani was, but she didn't want to know either.

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withpurewhitewings:

tomorrowwasmyyesterday:

"Welcome home Miss Angel," the voice seemed to come from a small radio that looked like a mad scientist had gotten hold of it, which was almost true given how Dani could sometimes act when it came to experiments, “Miss Dani is in the bath, should I let her know you’re home?”

"It’s not my fault you’re as fragile as glass. I’m adapted for journeying through time tunnels. It’s never going to hurt me!"

Angel tried to move her arm forward and bit her lip hard in pain. “And I’m adapted to breathing under water but you don’t see me living with the fishes!”

"And you don’t see me living in the time tunnels. You freaking out about me travelling in them would be like me freaking out because you went swimming… What’s wrong with your arm?”

Angel shook her head and turned away, heading for the living room. “Why do you care? Just so you get force me to get better to do whatever you want me to do?”