#polarisbri

[polarisashley]

Charlotte is easily guilted into many things, but notoriously, she always winds up being the one who is automatically volunteered for bake sales. It’s not even like she’s a spectacular baker—she’s good, years of practice has solidified that, but she’s not winning any competitions anytime soon, and she’s fine with that. Yet, year after year, regardless of where she is, Charlie finds herself baking a ridiculous amount of something. Today, she’s making several different things in large quantities, and she once again hates her whole life.

She’s in the middle of pulling something out of the oven when what she has on the stove on the opposite side of the kitchen begins to boil over; at that moment, she sees someone enter the room in her peripheral. Charlie doesn’t take the time to see who it is before she speaks hurriedly. “Can you turn down that stove burner?” And then, a careless afterthought: “Please.” ( @polarisbri​ )

[polarisricki]

texts | glenn & izzy.

GLENN: have you ever watched "psych"???

[icarusdesign]

☆ ━━ CLEMENTINE DARCY-HILLIER ( ft. harper astraea, @polarisbri​ )

“How long is this finding your balance thing going to take? ‘Cause my lunch break’s over in ten minutes and to deal with my job you’ve got to be all kinds of out of whack, mate.” 

[polarisleigh]

@polarisbri​

“Momma A!” Alaric calls, jogging to catch up to her as students mill about the hallways. He’s hoping for a quick word alone, but will take what he can get. “I’ve got a question for you. Well, a question I’m hoping you can answer.”

[polarisricki-a]

                        [   🥀  …  MOTHERAKNA        /         @polarisbri​   ]

“You should probably see about that, Momma A.” Gatsby leaned back against the wall of the greenhouse, darkened eyes settling on the professor’s figure. Inside, she’d turned human scum into art, twisting vines and flowers around their skin, sewing it through their intestines, and lifting them high into the air. They truly were beautiful now. “Don’t worry, they’re still alive. You’re just going to have a very fun time untangling them from that mess.”

[polarishq]

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@polarisricki

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[polarisleigh]

polarisbri​:

The shift was so sudden that Bast’s dopey grin was stuck on his face for a moment longer than it should have been.

Wait. What—?

He blinked at the spot the snowman had been and then looked up at Odelia with concern. He didn’t bother to hide any of that confusion that he felt.

Was it the bad joke?

No… she had laughed!

His blue eyes searched over her as if trying to piece a now broken puzzle together.

“Humor you?” He shook his head. “Thanks for humoring me!” He laughed softly but also seemed unsure.

Without knowing what line he had crossed to have her suddenly shut down, he moved to pick up the trash from the floor.

He took a step towards the door and opened his mouth to start some form of a bantered goodbye but then he stopped and turned to face her. He remembered why he had shown up in the first place.

His eyebrows furrowed some and he was obviously struggling to say something more appropriate for the moment.

“Gotta promise me something.” He hid the seriousness of his request under a lopsided grin.

“Before you go thinking anything stupid again you have to consult me first.”

He winked.

“That’s my wheelhouse. Not yours.”

He really wasn’t sure where he stood with her after the sudden shift or where things had gone wrong, but he didn’t want to leave without at least trying to repair the moment.

Originally posted by yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere

The temptation to lob a snowball at him on his way out the door is tempting.

So tempting.

But she doesn’t, instead she lets his words float in one ear and out the other as they pertain to her, but suddenly, Odelia is the queen of fixing everyone else’s problems but her own. “You’re not stupid,” she counters, and there’s something willful in her determination, almost as if he’ll believe it because she does.

“Don’t say things like that about yourself.”

Sure, everyone else is high on her list of realizing their own worth, but Odelia is not, and that is truly her downfall. “Have a good night.”

[polarisashley]

texts | griffin & bast.

GRIFFIN: did i see you earlier with some fireworks

GRIFFIN: i wanna fuck with some fireworks

[polarisashley]

texts | eloise & mother akna

ELOISE: PROFESSOR! hey, hi. it's me, your friendly neighborhood eloise, comin' atcha to say 1. i hope you're not cursed and 2. i hope you're practicing SELF CARE in these trying times!!!!

ELOISE: just a quick q for you, and then i promise i'll be out of your gorgeous hair: if you were attending a fall wedding, what color would your dress be?

ELOISE: don't worry about the why i'm just trying to plan somethin

[polarisashley]

“I don’t know what it is you think you’re doing, but I’d suggest you do it quietly.” ( @polarisbri​ )

[icarusdesign]

text | santiago & momma a.

SANTIAGO: I was just talking to Lucia and Aurorette. The three of us are all alright, I just wanted to check in on you with everything that's going on.

[polarisleigh]

polarisbri​:

Bast wasn’t smart. Not booksmart at least. He did, however, have a pretty good read on people. Being a bartender as his preferred career path prior to Polaris meant that he needed to have an emotional understanding of people.

Typically in these situations he’d crack open a bottle of wine, crack a joke, and attempt to get the person to forget their troubles. Even if only temporarily. This was a very different situation.

He couldn’t see her withdraw but he could feel it. The extra deadbolt locked on her emotional state.

“I think in order to be a PA at one of the most prestigious magic colleges in the world a person would have to be freaky intelligent.” He smiled softly and wasn’t budging on that point. However, he felt like it was the wrong argument. This wasn’t about whether Odelia was smart or not.

Cautiously, he shifted from where he was to move and take a seat next to her on the couch. The shared proximity meant to show that he was with her in this fight against self doubt.

He sat and angled himself to face her with his elbows leaned on his knees.

“Everyone keeps telling me that this place gives people a chance to start over. Really change. Thrive even from what it sounds like. Even for someone like me.” He then gave her a pointed look.

“So, if this place has hope for a dumbass with a high implosion risk—“ he pointed at himself. “Then I refuse to believe that our world would be better off without you. No matter what happened in the past.”

He hoped that she’d understand his sentiments were genuine.

He’d only be able to keep polite language together for so long though. And of course ended with:

“No one did us any favors to help us figure this shit out until now. Now we stand a chance to not wreck ourselves.”

He grinned a bit.

“Fuck the past.”

Originally posted by shadowhuntersdoitwell

Fuck the past.

Oh, if only it were that simple.

He’s correct, though, as Polaris is a place of rebirth and renewal. The Ursas told her that much herself when they plucked her out of Alaska. Castle Hills is cold and snowy in the winter months, but it’s practically a beach vacation compared to what Odelia’s used to. Still, her lips are curved into a slight smile.

That’s all she is, anyway-- smiles and politeness. Keeping everyone at an arm’s length. She doesn’t want to, but it’s easier. It hurts less people in the long run.

“Very sound advice,” She nods, gently setting down her cup of tea on the table in front of them. She understands where he’s coming from. She doesn’t know much about his past, but he must have something in there that’s worth leaving behind.

She doesn’t.

The young faces of her siblings flash across her vision, and her hope is that, somehow, she might be able to make things right with them, someday.

But his words could mean something else to her-- forget about what’s been done, and focus on the future. That-- she supposes she can do.

Clearing her throat-- and the air, she thinks-- Odelia very quickly changes the subject. “How are you liking Polaris so far? Better than the first few days, I hope?”