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[dustoire]

@modestmuses - [ singed && powder ] 🖍️ (for powder from her weird insane unethical science uncle :3)

small , booted feet start swinging above the floor , powder herself having settled into a clear spot on silco's desk . he's not in his chair , though ― instead , he'd asked powder to inform his next guest that he'll be back momentarily . hopefully .

there's a nervousness to her , when the other is led into the room . she's not scared ― no , she's already gotten comfortable around here by now ― she's only unsure what to expect .

“ are you the guy silco said he needed to talk to ? ” naturally curious , powder scanned him over a couple times , trying to memorize defining features juuuust in case something happened . “ he said he had to take care of something but you could wait around , he should be back soon . if you have the time , i guess . ”

[dustoire]

he had already started towards the kitchen ― frankly , regardless of whether or not remus would have a cup , viktor would make a cup for himself . and , perhaps , conveniently fill the kettle enough for two , and leave the tea bags and a spare teacup on the counter . but he stopped , when remus spoke .

“ no , i was still awake . ” he turned in the doorway , pointing out a couple lightly worn journals laying open on the coffee table . “ re - reading old notes from when i was in university . comparing , contrasting , attempting to apply science to magic , ehh . . . as one does , i suppose . ”

in truth , sleeping was hardly an option . he'd tried to lie down hours ago . both his mind and his body fought against him ; discomfort caused him to ache when tossing and turning , and he couldn't shake that nagging need to keep reading , researching , tinkering with old recipes and designs . but , of course , remus wasn't going to pull that information out of viktor without a healthy dose of veritaserum .

“ . . . you are sure you don't want tea ? ” heading back towards the kitchen , viktor pressed himself to raise his voice , just enough to be heard through the space . “ i still have chamomile left . it might help you get rest . ”

oh but there was a need to apologise . he hated relying on those around him for assistance . he had dealt with this his whole life && he still wasn't able to ... why was he such a MESS ? why was he still like this ? his eyes cast towards viktor , his expression sad && lost . he didn't know how to ask for help && there was guilt that came around from it . he had watched his own mother succumb to illnesses , trying to help him . had watched his own father fall into misery , trying to keep him afloat . it carried inside him like a cancer , barely able to hold it together at times .

moving gingerly , he took a seat , his expression sad as he pressed his forehead against the handle of his cane . shaking his head , remus looked over . ❝ NO , ❞ he said firmly . ❝ just for tonight . i'll head to ... i'll head north tomorrow . ❞ back to his fathers . hopefully lyall would understand . ❝ i just can't travel anymore tonight . && i will be gone before dawn , i PROMISE that much . ❞ he cleared his throat painfully before shaking his head && rubbing his palm against his right leg .

❝ no need for tea , viktor . ❞ remus added . ❝ i won't take up any more of your ... hospitality . i'm FINE . ❞ that was a lie . but he hoped that viktor would understand that vulnerability was not easy . nor was it something that remus enjoyed displaying .

❝ it's late . ❞ he said quietly . ❝ why weren't you in bed ? i didn't wake you did i ? ❞

[dustoire]

@fxntasmagoria - [ beck && kenny ] i think we should make an informed decision .

“ i dunno , i feel pretty informed . ” but informed how , is the question . kenny definitely prides himself in being a social butterfly , knowing all the business , sure ― but just how useful is all that at the moment ? not like he could tell . “ i mean , she seems pretty open about what she likes , y'know , with all the sharp objects an' the dark colors , horror type'a stuff . or ― wait , who're we talkin' about again ? ”

[dustoire]

@toksikk ― [ mercedes && michael ] "I made you some fresh coffee."

Having been focused on a book, Michael opts to hold up a finger to indicate, hold on a moment. In only a few short seconds, he finishes the passage, marks his progress with a small paper clip, and finally turns his attention to the mug placed in front of him. “ Black, steaming, just a hint of creamer, ” he inspects out loud. So, she remembers. Good to know. “ Thank you. ” There's an awkward pause, like he's contemplating what to say, as thin pale fingers tap at the mug. “ . . . Unusually quiet here today. I can actually read without much interruption. ”

[dustoire]

@thechosengryffindor - [ harry && viktor ] "I've not seen you here before. Who are you?"

with how many times he's already introduced himself in only the past couple hours , viktor had almost regretted denying the headmaster the supposed honor of introducing him over breakfast ― on the other hand , he still wasn't at all sure if he could have handled all those eyes staring back at him .

“ ah , yes , my apologies . viktor musil , arithmancy and alchemy professor . ” it was rattled off as if rehearsed ; it may as well have been , by that point . his free hand was held out for a handshake , the other preoccupied with his cane . “ you missed no introduction , it was purposefully omitted . and i am usually not out and about between classes , perhaps that explains why you have not yet seen me here . ”

[dustoire]

once again , wilson waits to direct any criticism to his friend , the half - baked smile on his face fading the second lexus turns her back .

“ how are you the handsome one ? ” “ maybe she's got taste . ” “ for what ? rude , middle - aged men ? ” “ the hostess thought i was funny , remember ? ”

this conversation , wilson had decided , was going nowhere . so he merely rolls his eyes and scoffs , opting to fall back into silence and look over the menu . house , on the other hand , becomes uncharacteristically enthusiastic upon lexus' return .

“ lexus ! perfect timing . ” so house can go out of his way to remember a hot waitress' name , but not that of the family member of a patient .

wilson , on the other hand , awkwardly sits for a moment . it's easy to banter when they're alone , or with cuddy or the team around , but in front of strangers had always felt like a different story . thankfully , the change in subject offers a swift distraction .

“ uh , yeah , we're at ― ” “ being a doctor and being smart can be two different things . ” house interrupts , both exasperating his friend and amusing himself . “ but i assure you , i'm one of the smart ones . and don't worry about getting in trouble , i know hipaa law inside and out . ”

and he'll happily violate it or not as he pleases , is what wilson wants to say . and likely would have , if they were anywhere else .

“ i'll have the hot wings . and he'll get mild . ” “ house ― ” “ what ? are you gonna tell me that i'm wrong ? ”

for a split second , the younger looks like he's going to argue . or maybe like he's going to order his wings spicy , just out of spite . but instead , he leans back in his seat , defeated . “ yeah , i'll take the mild wings . thank you again , lexus . ”

" An old fashioned for the handsome one and and a espresso martini for you." She said to Wilson before she bounced off, pep in her step and leaving behind a scent of expensive perfume. Lexus put in the drink order giving them a minute to look over the menu. She checked in on her other tables before making her way over with two water glasses for the men. " If you want a recommendation, our wings are really good. I mean really all the food is but the wings are our specialty." She mused putting down the drinks. " So I have to know. Do you two work at the hospital?" She had noticed the ID badges.

" I knew you two had to be smart." She was speaking to both but she had her gaze on House, grazing her teeth over her bottom lip as she smirked in a teasing manner. " You have the older distinguished look about you. It's sexy." The young woman tore her gaze away for just a moment as one of her tables walked by to leave. Rule number two of being a raisins girl, always acknowledge the guests. " Bye guys. Thanks so much for coming in! Come back real soon and see me." She said, attention back on Wilson and House once the men left. " I'm doing so bad at my job tonight I'm sorry. I'm talking your ear off! My mouth always gets me in trouble." A cheeky grin came at that. " So what can I get you two?"

[dustoire]

@clickedbait - [ spike && edward ] "The truth will set you free."

“ truth ? ” ed perks up from her spot on the floor , moving her goggles from her eyes with one hand and leaning back onto the other . “ faye - faye said something about money , ed thought . . . ”

she sways back and forth , humming in thought over the phrase until their wandering corgi catches her attention . “ ein ! hey , you're smart , right ? ” he merely barks in response to her , watching as she lets herself flop backwards and stare back at him with an expectant grin . “ what do you think ? what really sets you free , huh , boy ? ”

[dustoire]

@troublcmakcrs - [ craig && kenny ] "I'm dreaming, this can't be true."

“ fuck you mean , this can't be true ? ” the brown fuzz from kenny's hood only half - hid the big goofy smile on his face , only pulled back after a very conspicuous look around . a little strip of paper had been tucked into kenny's ponytail , to be gently tugged back out in boast . “ see ? i told you i could get a girl's number when i'm all bundled up . easy peasy . ”

granted , it's so they could give each other makeovers , rather than go on an actual date , but craig didn't need to know that .

“ an' you thought i couldn't do it . ha ! ” he's only teasing at this point ; the laugh and the nudge to craig's shoulder should've made it obvious . “ here , here . it's not about the look , right ? it's the confidence . i mean , c'mon , look at me ~ ”

[dustoire]

@vandrs - [ vander && jinx ] [ CARRY ]:     having found the receiver in an injured/weak/unconscious state, the sender carries them in their arms to safety.

her vision is blurry with loose gunpowder and ears ring from tinnitus , when jinx comes to . bruised hands reach for her face , rubbing the dust out of her eyes , and it dawns on her ― she's being carried . a confused groan leaves her throat , and still - dirtied eyes squint up , trying to look past all the powder so she could figure out exactly who had dared pick her up .

the initial thought was sevika ― she'd begrudgingly come to her aid , bring her home if she was asked . or , if not sevika , then some other big tough guy silco trusted enough .

but when her vision finally focused enough , jinx flinches , blinks her eyes tight as if trying to will the sight away . but when she looks back up at him , she's convinced . he's obviously holding her , and he hasn't said anything , not yet . he's real . he's got to be .

“ . . . vander ? ”

[dustoire]

her smirk quickly grew into a wider grin . proud of herself , she stepped forward , moving like she was going to walk past him , but she stopped by his side instead .

“ hmm . . . depends . ” a hand rested at her hip , her weight shifting onto one foot . bright eyes stared up at harry , trying to decipher whether or not he's up to her challenges . “ could always go to hogsmeade , have a couple at the three broomsticks . ”

as she passed through the portrait door , she started contemplating her offer . it was already fairly late , and hogsmeade was quite the walk . . .

“ or the astronomy tower . if we can sneak up to the roof , the view's really pretty . ” only a mere second later , she paused , an almost stunned look on her face . too vulnerable , that felt too vulnerable . a slight shake of her head , and she slid right back to her typically casual demeanor . “ if you're not up for the walk , that is . ”

Harry didn't really like parties- for one they were much too noisy. For the other he was pretty sure that most of the Gryffindor common room didn't actually want him here, if neither party wanted him here why should he bother being here?

A small hint of a smirk tugged at his lips as Jinx spoke up, his hand still hovering at the handle- ready to carry him out of here at a moments notice. He snorted at her words; that hadn't been his experience, but then she was offering to sneak off with him and he gave her a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Accio cloak." Harry muttered, then opened the door to push past the portrait. "Now you're speaking my language. Where do you wanna go?"

[dustoire]

“ no , i'm fine , really . though i appreciate the help back to my feet . ” the moment she's let go of , sophie brushes any dirt and wrinkles from the skirt of her dress , looking over herself to check for tears . “ no damage , thank goodness . i'm hardly any good fixing dresses , they're so different from hats . . . ”

big brown eyes shift up to the other , expression just a tad bit brighter than when they'd found her . “ hmm . i suppose i ought to be more careful around here , shouldn't i ? ”

open starter !

[dustoire]

@bornbreathless - [ char && klaus ] ‘  how  about  we  ask  him  after  we  kill  him ?  ’

“ whoa whoa whoa , hang on . kill ? ” tattooed hands press against his own chest , practically feigning offense in the idea ― or is he being serious ? the world may never know . “ look , i know i was raised by the– the king of raising killers himself , but i'm no killer . just ask ben ! ”

ask ben ? well , surely she'd love to , right ? if only he could sober up enough to make him visible and hear - able to anyone but himself .

“ oh , you hush , ” he comments , a quick glance over his shoulder as if it's aimed at somebody char can't see . “ i can do it ! i'm just , y'know , i'm not a killer ― ugh . sorry . ben's never been much of a people guy . ”

[dustoire]

An eyebrow perked up on the younger's face as the other's demeanor changed. For a split second, she takes a step back, almost nervous over the sudden grin, until he merely points out a handmade patch. “ Ass guard..? ” She dramatically leaned down as faded purple eyes flickered between the patch and the stranger's face. Impressive craftmanship, sure, but the meaning's lost on her. Jinx was already upright again, one arm crossed over her ribs while the other hand tapped at her chin, when her question left her mouth. “ . . . That's not what you guys call pants where you're from, is it? ”

@burdenedchaos | | | lokes && jinx, continued from here

[dustoire]

@fxntasmagoria - [ butters && kenny ] “I don’t get it. I really don’t get it.”

kenny's usual attire of torn - up jeans , old faded t - shirt , and bright orange parka lay in a messy pile in a one - off mall store changing room , replaced by a faded orange crop top and a short - ish black skirt . and yet , the taller dramatically rolls his eyes , snickering to prove he's not taking genuine offense .

“ aw , c'mon , man . look ! ” he pulls a quick 360 spin ; see , this skirt is long enough to cover his ass . or something like that . girls always did that full spin , for some reason or another , so of course he'd do it too . “ ain't it cute ? y'know , for a party or somethin' ? ”

[dustoire]

@vengeancewise - [ howl && sophie ] ❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

the sudden voice startles her , causing a light shade of pink to color across her face . sophie takes a half - step back , almost leaning against howl's chest , in some attempt to ease the fear starting to swell in her chest .

large crowds had always been intimidating . this time , even more so , thanks to a new location , the strange attire this area's soldiers wore , how much prettier she'd thought the other girls were . she could feel wrinkles starting to form on her face ― leftover remnants from the witch of the wastes , a curse that would likely never fully dissipate now that the witch had been stripped of her powers .

“ are you sure ? ” sophie turns where she stands , to stare nervously up at howl . “ once i know where i'm going , i think i'll be okay . i thought you were sending me so you could tend to something else . ”

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@troublcmakcrs - [ craig && heidi ] [ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about

“ . . . and , like , sometimes i think i should just swap my major and minor , but it's probably just because art feels that therapeutic . and at the same time , having a degree in psychology would probably be more helpful in the long run , y'know ? plus , my credits in psych wouldn't roll over , it's just , y'know , i dunno . . . ”

where was she again ? she'd gotten sidetracked , having rambled on and on about her topics of study , the latest lesson of her psych class versus her art history class ― she hadn't even touched on how much fun she had at her job with a daycare center , let alone what her old friend was majoring in , or if he worked at all .

“ oh , geez , sorry . i feel like i talked a lot , didn't i ? ” heidi shrunk into her spot on the couch , fingers fidgeting with the sleeves of her sweater . “ what about you , what're you up to these days ? still in college , or working , or both . . ? ”