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googling ‘ whocalledme.co.westeros ’

relative calm now disappearing, she only stops herself with the fright of a car horn blaring somewhere nearby. “ christ’s sake .ᐟ ” she grunted, giving a sigh. if things had been complicated before, they were incomprehensibly complicated now.

“ you never gave up being difficult. ” maggie muttered, drifting back to the debates of sarcasm, wittiness, anger. “ christ, what the fuck are you doing, erin .ᐣ can i call you that .ᐣ is that still your name .ᐣ or did they turn you .ᐣ ”

instinct to reply with something sarcastic, witty, angry maybe, god, it was overwhelming. there’s a voice screaming inside, say something rude .ᐟ but instead, one final drag on the cigarette is given, before tossing it onto the sodden ground.

national security wise, but from mags .ᐣ fuck knows. 10:59pm. a stubborn cigarette now lit and dangling, she waits in anticipation. eyes darting to each entrance of the underpass tunnel, ears pricked for something, anything. ༽ @ULTIOISMS

she would decipher the napkin note … ‘ drinks at 11. don’t t͟u͟n͟n͟e͟l͟ out of it. c x ’ harmless, uninteresting to anyone else. but erin would know. but would she want to turn up .ᐣ to face an interrogation, not really in the interest of

hands deep in pockets, scarf tightly wrapped around her in the biting cold air, maggie chewed her lip, waiting, irritated. her head a blur of questions, confusion, anger, and an overwhelming amount of relief that erin was 𝑜kay. 𝑎live.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝑏efore⠀ you⠀ 𝓲͟ ⠀ 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡⠀ 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 .

⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣⁣ ⁣ ❲ 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙰 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚁 ❳ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣