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!*
C

volxtiile:

          he sniffs softly, clearing his throat and thumbing over the lip of the bottle, shaking his head gently before looking out over the graveyard. his chest lifts as he gets through half of a deep breath before he freezes, eyes going wide while he turns his head to the side. he stops himself before he can turn around because— was that real…? and if it wasn’t—- he frowns and shakes his head, turning his head back to face his parents’ graves. he pulls the bottle close to his body and twists it in his hands nervously before turning around with agonizing hesitance. 

his face falls when he sees her, turning sheet white as his stances wavers, and he takes a step back, blinking erratically before he drops the liquor and has to brace himself on a tombstone, shaking his head and swallowing hard. his chest heaves as he looks down at the ground, his head is spinning and he groans quietly, sinking to the ground in a crouch, one hand coming up to scrub over his mouth. he looks up at her eventually, tears filling his eyes, and he lets out a pained noise as he tries to get up with a quiet, ❛ mama… ❜ before falling back on his ass.

          the second he hears her voice, he stiffens, and it’s then that maria almost wishes she’d said nothing. what if he turns around and is angry with her? what if he rejects her and doesn’t allow her back into his life? the scenarios are ones she’s had many nightmares of over the decades, but it all seems suddenly so surreal. she hadn’t prepared for this, after all, and thus, all actions now are spur of the moment and not even close to being thought through.

          and then he’s turning towards her, the moment of truth falling upon them both; and he’s just as overwhelmed as she. wanting to approach her son as he nearly falls but catches himself on a tombstone, maria will hold back such an urge, even if just for now. but what happens next will break her heart, for as he crouches down, tears are welling in his eyes as he then falls back and onto the ground. maria will rush forward now, black dress allowing her just enough wiggle room to come to her knees a few feet from him, for she doesn’t wish to overwhelm her son too much, all things considered.  ❛ breathe, bambino…❜   she coos as tears well up and fall over onto pale cheeks, a hand lifting shakily to reach for his on hand before she thinks better of it and reels her hand back in.