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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vetusxmiles:

                    the  cafe  is relatively light this brisk, fall morning. the usual traffic flows in  &  out as it would any other day as steve feebly grips the paper in his frail hands. headlines pop out at him,  drawing bright cerulean gaze this way  &  that, holding his attention for a mere five minutes before something else calls out to him. 

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❛  hitler advances  —  yankees lose at the top of the 8th  —  the time to enlist is  NOW! ❜ 

     no matter where he goes, the root of his failure seems to trail behind him like a badge of shame  &  misery. a sigh accumulates in the back of his throat when a cough creeps up instead, rattling his fragile frame as the bell from the from of the establishment rings the entry of a new patron. 

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               it takes every ounce of strength for steve’s mouth not to drop as his eyes widen in amazement at the woman entering the cafe. porcelain complexion, as lovely as ever with an exotic flare young rogers can’t place. she is   captivating   to say the very least.    ( but she won’t look his way — they  NEVER  do. )

          maria has only been in the states a few weeks, her two roommates her only ‘friends’ in the unfamiliar country. and even with them around, she tends to wander the city on her own, finding new places, but hardly meeting new people; none of them wish to give her time to speak, for her accent deters them. a foreigner is all they see, and while it is harsh, maria is growing used to it quickly.

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          she’s aware of the war happening now, though, and maybe that is why the americans are so hesitant to give her the time of day. but she’s hopeful this morning, for she’s found a new cafe, one that’s small and friendly. entering the establishment, she won’t notice the man gazing upon her, instead smiling warmly at the waitress that approaches her, seating her within seconds. and of all places, she’s seated only two tables away from the man in question, her gaze briefly catching his ( long enough to bring a blush to her cheeks as she quickly looks away ) as she walks towards and takes her seat in the booth. quietly and respectfully, she orders herself a water, taking the menu from the waitress with a smile before the woman leaves, expression falling now as she almost frantically looks over the words before her. 

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          still only learning english, maria can hardly read it just yet, for it’s broken and shaky even when she speaks it. but she is shy, and for that reason, she’ll say nothing at first; and then it’s unbearable.   ❛ eh - excuse me? i need… help? ❜   her gaze has fallen upon steve, expression saddened and brows furrowed. her tone is apologetic, as is the look she gives him, maria trying hard to keep her accent as thin as possible.