'He does a lot of odd little things that Sansa suspects he isn’t even aware of anymore. Things that helped him get through another day, another hour, with Ramsay.'
"I swear, all the doors in this damn house are going to be destroyed by the end of tonight," Diego muttered.
'...it started with a bandit, sword falling downwards towards Arthur’s exposed side.
It started with Merlin, leaping from behind a tree, hand outstretched, eyes gold, a wordless cry of fear on his tongue.
It started with a bandit flying through the air, and Arthur turning to Merlin with fear in his eyes.'
'Audrey and Nathan dashed into the Grey Gull, each imagining terrible scenarios. None of their fears involved Duke with a spatula in hand, staring at the bar.'
'Maybe, if he ran for long enough, he would get so hopelessly lost that he couldn’t go back to his siblings if he tried. After all, every time Klaus returned home, thought that they might become a family, he only set himself up for rejection.'
'"Fine, fine," Granger said, starting to pace. "Only my boyfriend is a Neanderthal who won't look past the end of his nose."
"Ah, perfectly understandable then," Narcissa said kindly.'
'Peter turned around and left the lab area in a calm and orderly fashion*.
*in this situation, calm and orderly means that Peter sprinted the f**k away from there, trying not to scream.
And he continued this way, all the way to the quarters where Loki was staying, slamming the door open to reveal Shuri painting Loki’s nails.'
'Peter sat stiffly on the couch, unsure of what he was supposed to do. He was too hot (but he was shivering?) and his head ached so miserably he could barely think.'
'Diego can hear his own voice, somewhere between tired and terse, and he scrubs a hand over his eyes, feels the dryness of his palm catch on his stubble.'
'"Maybe it’s not—," Ava started. A cone of flame whirled through the air. "Okay, maybe it is Mick."'
'Her lips pursed into a nearly invisible line. “And I feel obligated to let you know that Wormwood is a Wizarding name, while Honey most certainly is not.”'
Steve laughed, "Tony, I've told you before, I'm not innocent, you just refuse to believe me."
'“Ianto?” Jack was looking down from his office. He slowly descended the steps. “One of your friends is the Minister for Magic.”'
'He was strangely touched that Sherlock had remembered his fondness for meringue.'
'“Errgh” Harry groaned, “Is there something wrong with me?”
“Yes, but it’s the same thing that’s wrong with all of us.”'
'Arthur’s mouth has always been Merlin’s weakness, hasn’t it.'
