M A R I A   S T A R K
mother & wife
canon divergent
indie marvel rp
multi-verse/ship

semi-private & selective brought to life by
manon

established 2013
rebooted 9/2014, 8/30/15 & 4/1/16



other blog:
ELIZABETH MARCH
theme by MARIE.


4 yrs as maria, 6 yrs on tumblr.
*birds at top of theme are links!*
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mxrchantofdeath:

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bloody hell, bloody hell. flashed through his head faster than an electric discharge. she spoke in italian. tony was realizing how much sharply hit a flurry of waves on the shore. „non succederà di nuovo, mamma.“ said anthony slowly, lower the tone of voice fingers were still playing. perhaps sometimes he dared to go up to carve limits, but when it came to her ?? tony would never go against maria. never. while in the depths of the soul and the heart loved both, she was to him something more. a quiet haven where he could hide. quiet if he just didn’t do something stupid. something that he did often.

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tony stopped playing, quickly reached for mother’s hand. ran his thumb across back of the hand. „i will try to behave so you don’t have to raise your voice tonight. even use italian.“ anthony tried to soften his smile that belonged only to her. he would do anything for her, just hoped she was aware. there was nothing he wouldn’t do, if she would requested it. but she would never tell him. tony tried to guess what she was thinking. she was always looking at him so lovingly. despite some situations, she was still a woman who so much loved her son.

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          his response to her italian is much appreciated, for it means he realizes his mistake, has taken note of his wrong, and is working to fix it. maria is not an angry woman when it comes to her son, but she can only be pushed so far before allowing him to see that side of her. nonetheless, he corrects himself and apologizes, playing a few more keys on the piano before turning to her and taking her hand in his. the moment greatly calms and relaxes, the small spike in anger on both their ends quickly dissipating.

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         ❛ — thank you, bambino… i just want this evening to be ours, your father was supposed to join us, but because he cannot, we should not dwell on him.❜   she speaks softly, her other hand moving to cover his so that her own thumb can caress his knuckles.  ❛ so i hope you are hungry enough to eat his portion of dinner… you are like garbage disposal sometimes.❜   she’ll laugh, the italian going on.  ❛ how do you eat so much and stay in shape? it is baffling to me.❜