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emerywoods​:

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Emery was tired, so tired. He was barely keeping his eyes open, but the insomnia didn’t help. It had become a more common occurrence lately–sometimes it was stress, other times it came out of nowhere. The anxiety eating away at him for days or weeks at a time. He was in his office, not wanting to risk going home alone or bother his guardian. So he texted Azim to ask if he was still on the campus. The second that the other man came, Emery practically launched himself in his arms, hugging him tightly. 

It was funny how they became best friends–they made out a couple times, but it never went anywhere. Instead, they just formed a tight bond. Emery used to joke that Azim was only friends with him so he could repair things that he used for bad luck conduits–but of course, Ems found it fun to do, so he never actually complained. 

“I’m so tired,” he said quietly, finally pulling away from the much needed embrace, smiling softly up at his friend. “I figured you’d still be around.” 

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Years of being friends with Emery brought with it the familiarity of hugs that happened when Az least expected it. The first time Em launched himself at Az, back when they were students had caught him so off guard that he instinctively smacked Em in the nose a little too hard. It took like a month of apologies and burnt cookies. Now Az returned the hug with full force.

“No surprise there, Alice. Chasing a white rabbit, getting teleported to a whole new world, thank god you weren’t wearing a blue dress or the mouse would be kicking down your door.” He was hardly surprised by these turn of events. Most people were shocked that there was a whole other world, but come on with everything that exists Azim was sure this wouldn’t be the last new thing to come to the academy. 

Azim opened his mouth to relay some of his concerns on the matter however a very hungry bird pecked at his ankles. The feel of heat against his skin a reminder and warning should he not feed them in time. “Yeah still kicking. Thanks to these little monsters,” Throwing his thumb over his shoulders to point at the two chickens behind him. “On a totally unrelated note can you repair things that are burned? One of them may have set fire to one or several of Desi’s old records and she’s starting to not buy my lies of why they’re missing.” Then again it was always hard for Azim to lie to Des even back when they were together. She seemed to see right through him. Thus he had to try extra hard to keep these two a secret from her.

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samirarosyara​:

@acadiahqstarters​ ​

Samira stood with her spine as straight and elegant as ever and regarded the poor, innocent campus tree that loomed high over this corner of the grounds. In the thick, scaly bark someone, some degenerate with terrible morals, had carved a wobble-lined heart with an arrow going through it. “L plus D” she muttered in mockery, delicate hands braced on her hips. She looked around her until her gaze fell on a would-be judgement partner. “What does this look like to you?” she demanded, uncharacteristically imperious. While she remained largely neutral to behold, she was incensed. “Hm? Speak up now, please, what do you see here?” Sam gestured towards the scarred trunk. Thorns sprung up at her feet. 

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Azim’s eyebrows rose and he mouthed a silent ‘wow’. “Is this a trick question?” He both came closer and kept his distance. The thorns suddenly growing at her feet was not something he wanted to mess with. Lucky or not. “It’s the usual sign of two youngsters deep in love and thinking that carving it into a tree will make it last forever.” Sometimes it was a water tower, sometimes it was a tattoo that they’d look on later with regret after they’ve been broken up for five years. “Let me guess, not your ideal way to let people know you and your beau are an item? Me either. I’m more of a holding hands in plain view kinda guy.”

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[ TOM HIDDLESTON, ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY, CISMAN ]. who is that walking through lennox? oh, it’s just [ JULIAN SHEPARD ]. [ HE ] is originally from [ DURISDEER, SCOTLAND ] and they’re apparently a [ FAE ]. did you hear they’ve lived here for [ FIFTEEN YEARS ] ? you know, they remind me of [ QUIET MORNINGS BEFORE THE FIRST CUP OF COFFEE, PIECES OF AN EVER MOVING CHESS BOARD, LOVE FOR LOVES SAKE, EYES OF DEEPEST BLUE ]

Trigger warnings: Mentions of death

I. BASICS

full name: Julian Shepard

nicknames: Jules

birthdate: December 6th

identity: cis man (he/him)

orientation: Pansexual

species: Fae

ethnicity: Scottish & English

place of birth: Durisdeer, Scotland

II. PERSONALITY

traits: Observant, Patient, Dauntless, Experienced / Calculating, Detached, Morally Flexible, Prideful

hogwarts house: Ravenclaw

temperament: Phlegmatic

virtue: Patience

sin: Pride

BIOGRAPHY

Julian has lived a long time. Long enough that in the past some joked that he was immortal. Sadly he isn’t, but Julian isn’t a fae that desired to live forever anyways. It’d get too boring otherwise.

Was once part of the Fairy Queen’s inner circle. Though how far into the circle Julian was is still a well kept secret to do this day. And Julian intends to keep it that way as he has, for the most part amicably cut ties with the Queen

100 years ago Julian met a lovely person while out on business. A human that at first he intended to strike up a deal with, but they had shown themselves capable of giving a fae a run for their money. Julian had pulled out before he found himself on the wrong end of a bad deal. Instead they talked.

He fell in love. They held such a vibrancy inside them that Julian seemed dim in comparison. He left his courtly life and position within it to pursue a more quiet life with his love. Only making deals here and there when it suited him.

Years passed in what seemed like a blink. It was not long before Julian sat by their bedside, holding their wrinkled hands in his own. A stark testament to the sheer difference between them. Yet that was the last thing on his mind as he watched his love pass on. It was not sudden or surprising, just a natural passing of life to death.

15 years ago Julian arrived in Lennox. His love’s hometown. Something drew him here. Either it was his desire to reside in the place that reminded him of a person dear to him or an unshakeable feeling that Lennox would be the stage of some big things. Julian could not truly say. But he did stay. Opening an antique shop where he sells and buys antiques. 

HEADCANONS

Julian’s biggest fear is some day he will forget his love completely due to the flow of time. And subsequently will have issue remembering others that have come into his life.

Has no intentions on becoming involved with anything the Academy does. Julian likes to observe and strategize over throwing himself into the fire.

Does not keep up with modern and/or internet slang. Someone called him a GILF once and he’s been haunted by that word ever since. Refuses to look it up.

Due to living for over 100 years time sorta holds little meaning for Julian. In the sense that days, faces, names tend to blend together unless something or someone stands out. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS [x]

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Starter for @acadxmiia​ (Leo)

While Cree had known she would be assigned as a guardian to someone when they allied with the academy, she had expected her ward to be a student. Not a professor, and definitely not a moroi. Though from what she had gleaned from the others Leo Wulfric was a moroi from a royal family. Before she even met him Cree already felt she knew him. Royalty often meant being prideful and entitled, turned down noses on those deemed beneath them. She’s met a few wolves like that too. 

She was told the best place to find Leo would be his office and thankfully that information was correct. Cree had no intentions on trying to sniff him out if she couldn’t find him. Knocking on the door frame she took a couple steps into the office. “Leo Wulfric. I am Cree. I’ve been assigned as your guardian.”

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mikkixvolk​:

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Mikki stared at them for a bit, sizing them up initially. Until he was informed he would be their guardian, which took him by surprise. “They’ve assigned me?” He asked, both eyebrows rising as he took Grace in with a different perspective on the matter. Mikki knew it was his own fault for being uninformed, he didn’t exactly make it easy for anyone to locate him to make things official. Not deliberately, he was just a little scattered sometimes. “I’m Mikulas,” he replied, standing and dusting himself off before sitting down beside them on the wall. He sat close enough that their shoulders brushed, and then looked out at the view ahead of them. “Everyone calls me Mikki. Mikulas is a little too formal.”

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Grace offered a smile. “Surprised me too. Then again I’m sure my parents had a hand in assigning me a guardian so early.” Considering they had barely spent a day at the academy their parents must’ve called ahead to make sure Grace had a guardian the moment they came to Lennox. Part of them understood their wish to keep them protected, but having someone watching them would make searching for clues about Jace that much harder. Unless... “It’s nice to meet you Mikki. I’ll try a keep your job easy peasey.” 

Grace looked out at the scenery in front them. Thinking how best to lead into what they wished to tell Mikki. Coming right out with it would make things simpler, but if he reacted poorly to it then it could leave them in hot water. Grace would have to be careful. For now. “So... you’ve been here a while right? Did you know my brother, Jace by any chance?”

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garrickxwan​:

Garrick smiled and shook his head. “No, you’re not in the way.” He told her with a nod. “I actually came to introduce myself.” The dhampir said politely. “I’m Garrick. I teach the advance combat courses.” He told her. “I thought maybe you’d like to talk about the course load and what I do for the students.” Garrick told her with a small shrug. 

He glanced around. It was nice to have more species here, the school was supposed to be a safe haven for all supernatural, not just dhampir and moroi. He was glad the headmistress was starting to come around. “There’s a coffee spot around here. If you’re interested.” He said politely. 

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“Cree. I’ll be teaching basic combat courses.” She was tempted to decline his offer. The words already on her tongue. Yet Addy’s voice rang in her head once more, telling Cree that she shouldn’t immediately push everyone out. And she had to admit that she was flying blind when it came to actually teaching. “I would appreciate it. The amount of paperwork I’ve been given I figured being a teacher was a lot more work than just beating up students until they got better.”

She was a little wary about allowing Garrick to lead her to a secondary location. However he hadn’t tried to go for her throat yet and he seemed to genuinely wanting to help her. “I’m not much of a coffee person, but if this spot has hot chocolate then lead the way.”

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acadxmiia​:

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This wasn’t what she expected when she came to the academy, far from it. She needed time away from the academy grounds, which is why she found herself wondering the streets of Lennox, staring at the ground as she walked. It was only a matter of time before she ran into someone…quite literally, she was afraid.

“Oh! I’m terribly sorry. I should’ve been paying more attention.” Her tone was still distant, her thoughts elsewhere, on that night. “I hope I didn’t–ugh, I’m not usually like this, I promise.” Shaking those thoughts from her head, she offered a small smile. “What I meant to say is…are you alright?”

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The shop had been too quiet today. It wasn’t unusual that business would be slow, yet Julian felt a little restless. He chalked it up to the night at the festival. When the Strigoi attacked and they had been saved by werewolves. Not his first time seeing a giant wolf, but even he was surprised that there had been two packs not a stone’s throw from Lennox. It changed things. But if it was a good or bad omen Julian was not too sure. Sadly he’d been too deep in his own thoughts to see who was in his path before they ran into him.

Julian let out a soft grunt. Instinctively he grabbed the woman’s shoulder to keep her from falling. A familiar magic rang in his ears. Fae could always identify their own kind. “I am quite alright so there is no reason for you to apologize to me. The better question is, are you alright? You seem a little lost in thought.”

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acadxmiia​:

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She knew that festival was a bad idea. Okay…maybe she didn’t. But damn it, someone should have known. And she was sporting a bandage on her face to show it. She resisted the urge to mess with it, having been told by several healer magicians to not. But it was easier said than done.

“Hey, teach. Glad to see you made it. But I shouldn’t be surprised. Probably the only person here luckier than me.” She gave a quiet laugh, but the smile didn’t really reach her eyes. 

“You holding up alright?”

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Az chuckled. “You’re not wrong, Viv.” Though he hadn’t felt all too lucky at the festival once shit hit the fan. None of his magic worked, not even the items he already enchanted. It was a little bit of a wake up call for Azim. Realizing that he was not able to do much without his magic. 

“You know me, nothing can keep me down. What about you? You holding up alright?” He smiled and laughed yet it all rang hollow. Eyes glanced down at the bandages covering the gnarly burn that was still healing on his arm. Images of Desi, of Em, and of curse of Viv in the middle of that mess still haunted him. “Besides I of course got lucky and was saved from certain doom by an unlikely duo,” Azim paused for dramatic effect. “Two fire breathing chickens!”

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elenamorales-oflennox​:

@acadiahqstarters​

Elena hummed along to the music of her boutique as she finished adjusting the new piece she’d put on the mannequin. Hips swayed in time with the rhythm and Elena was lost in her own little world, her mind already drifting off to the pint of ice cream waiting on her in the freezer. It was a few minutes before close and while she might have typically locked up, nobody had been in the store for the last hour or so. Nobody, that is, until right as Elena hit a little flourish with her hand, her petite wrist twirling with her fingers, almost as if she was grasping at an invisible microphone. 

Seeing her new friend walking in, the human turned beet red as she slowly lowered her hand. “Erm, b-buenas noches! How can I help you tonight, friend?” she inquired with a nervous smile twitching at her peach stained lips.

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Grace had spent most of the day familiarizing themselves with Lennox anew. They had been here before when they came to visit Jace, but never really exploring it. Now with their goal in mind Grace had an almost fathomless desire to find every nook and cranny of the town. It was well into the night and most of the shops were closing, but Grace’s eye caught a boutique they hadn’t seen before. They were always a sucker for clothes. 

“Oh I was just coming in to look around since you were still open,” Grace returned the woman’s smile with one of their own. “I’m always on the look out for fashions I rarely see. But I can come back at a better time? I don’t want to be “that person” who prevents you from closing on time.”

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mikkixvolk​:

location: the east tower status: open @acadiahqstarters​

It was odd how one minute he could feel absolutely fine, strolling along and enjoying the view, and the next he could be diving behind a stone half-wall, one hand over his ear and trying to convince himself everything was okay. Everything was okay, the sound of those tiny bang pop firecrackers followed by the hysterical laughter of a couple of assholes. But with recent events still in mind, the bodies of those who had tried so hard to protect everyone burned into his memory, he couldn’t help but panic initially, a response unlike the dhampir he knew he needed to be. Ready to fight, not hide. Ready to protect. He’d been ready, active and immediately jumping into the fray when it happened, but now…now he felt afraid. Slowly he let his hand fall away from his ear, though he didn’t move to get up. Instead he sat for a second, just trying to process his own reaction, trying to gauge what it meant. Not good things, that was for sure. “You know you can’t sneak up on me, right?” He said offhandedly to the person on the other side of the wall he’d dropped behind, then leaning his head back to look up at them. “Despite the state I’m in right now.”

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“Sorry. I didn’t want to bug you until you were ready.” Grace said softly. They had been told that they were being assigned a guardian, named Mikulas Volk. Which wasn’t a surprise considering their status and all, but it’s not like having a guardian would keep them safe. It didn’t keep their brother safe. Yet they didn’t have a choice in the matter. For the past half hour they had been looking for him. Asking anyone they came across if they knew where Grace could find him. Which led the moroi here. They sat on top of the wall, criss crossing their legs. Offering a polite smile. “My name is Grace. I was told you would be my new guardian and I wanted to say hi. Since we’ll probably be seeing each other a lot.”

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samantha-boone​:

@acadiahqstarters​ - open

Samantha felt like an idiot. She was standing in an empty library with a list of books in her hand, pressed into her palm by a scatterbrained headmistress with only one instruction - ‘find them at the library, someone will help you’. But who was here to help? No one, that was who. The librarian was probably off fetching medical supplies, like every other rational professor in this goddamn school. Samantha hated this, hated being back in an academic hellhole, and hated feeling like an idiot. 

She spun quickly when she heard footsteps. “Hey,” she called out, her voice echoing amid the empty library hall. “Any idea where the librarian is? Or where to find -” she glanced back down at the slip of paper. “History of the Wolf by… Lupus Scruff?” Samantha rolled her eyes. “Well that’s a pen name if I ever saw one.”

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While she had originally gone to the library to pick up the reading materials for her class Cree abandoned that plan the moment her nose picked up a familiar scent. She headed straight towards Samantha, grinning as she poked her head into the aisle her packmate was in. “I doubt that’s actually written by one of our kind. Probably one of those humans who think they are wolves.” Cree let out a disgusted noise. “Can’t believe, no actually I can believe they’d assign such garbage.” Considering how no one in the academy barely knew they existed before this. Peering over Samantha’s shoulder Cree read a couple of other book titles. She couldn’t stop the eye roll or the tiny chuckle at some of the most ridiculous ones. “My Journey with my Inner Wolf by Fenris Howl. Whichever class this is for I give you my permission to skip it, Sam.”

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lonclyhcartsclub​:

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This was why Des really fucking hated having soft spots. They caused her to care. When she cared, she lost people. There were very few people who mattered, but Az was something else. The woman barely ever cried anymore, barely ever gave a sign that she wasn’t the strong woman everyone thought she was. The badass bartender. Yet, when she had been told that Azim had been hurt she practically broke clean in half.

Being with Callum during the whole thing had certainly been an interesting experience. Using whatever was nearby, the who had managed to outsmart the Strigoi and had barely made contact with them. Outside of a couple scratches, she had somehow managed to get out surprisingly okay. Not that it mattered to her anyway, right now.

The second she saw Az, she was at his side with her face buried in his shoulder. “You can’t go almost dying on me like that..” She tried being light-hearted about it but how could she? Another important person in her life had gotten hurt and before long, the tears started coming. Just another reason to convince herself that she shouldn’t let people get close anymore. “God damn it, Az.”

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Azim hated hospitals and places that remotely resembled them. Just the atmosphere was enough to put him in a sour mood, but it was mostly because he couldn’t handle the weight. If he hadn’t been unconscious when they found him... Az sighed softly as he flopped back. If he hadn’t been unconscious he’d probably be dead. Desi’s face came to the forefront of his mind, he wondered if she was doing okay. All those injured, those that died, Az gritted his teeth. His mind was working against him. Images of Desi alone and in pain, endless screaming that he wasn’t... Azim couldn’t handle the mere thought.

He felt before he saw her at the door to his room. And while he couldn’t stop the hiss of pain from his injured arm Az didn’t let that stop him from wrapping that same arm around Desi. His face leaning against her hair as he just laid there. “You know me, Desi. I’m too lucky to die.” Azim’s jovial tone sounding more than forced. But he wasn’t good with serious. Serious made things too heavy and too real for him. He bit his lip against his next quip and instead took a breath. “Sorry.”

Leaning back slightly his free hand came up and his thumb lightly wiped the trail of tears away. “Were you, are you okay? Tell me the bar needed you and you left the fair early. That you didn’t even feel a tickle in your throat,” Azim’s voice devolved into wavering whispers that he didn’t think she could even hear. Part of him wished she couldn’t hear it. His voice breaking as he tried to keep it all together. “Please. Even if it’s a lie.”

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leighvaughn​:

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“You’re not wrong there,” Leighton agreed. That was a good point. Sometimes silence was more dangerous than the alternative. It just depended on the scenario. As the other stood next to her, they both watched everything in front of them before she smiled. “I guess we do,” she mused with a shrug. “A school with… a flair for the dramatic.” Leigh laughed softly, shaking her head. She glanced back at the werewolf. “But, speaking of your arrival,” she began. “If you don’t mind me asking, have the packs always been here?” Leigh inquired curiously. “Always… in Lennox’s wilderness, just under the radar?”

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She let the question hang in the air. Bells rang in her head, but Cree didn’t think the girl was asking with ulterior motives. Just innocent curiosity. “Not always,” Cree finally spoke, her tone a touch softer. “But we’ve been here a long time. We decided that we wouldn’t make ourselves known or interfere unless it became necessary. The strigoi made it so.” Cree sighed softly. Turning her eyes to look at the other next to her. Really look at her. “I’m sorry... that we didn’t act sooner.” She meant it. Cree understood the pain losing people right in front of you brought. The memory of her parent’s deaths, that she had been too weak to prevent would always haunt her. She didn’t want others, even complete strangers to experience that.

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[ IM JIN-AH, TWENTY-FIVE, NON-BINARY ]. who just got accepted? oh, it’s just the new student [ GRACE EUN ]. [ THEY ] are originally from [ LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA ] and they’re apparently a [ MOROI ]. did you hear their focus is [ EARTH ] ? that’s probably how they got in. they remind me of [ FRESHLY FALLEN SNOW, TRAINING IN THE DARK, BOOKS FILLED WITH PRESSED FLOWERS, SEEKING ANSWERS]

Trigger warnings: Mentions of death, grief and depression

I. BASICS

full name: Grace Eun

nicknames: Gracie

birthdate: July 10th

identity: Non-Binary (they/them)

orientation: Demisexual

species: Moroi, Earth Element

ethnicity: South Korean

place of birth: Los Angeles, California

II. FAMILY

Father: Eun Seung-won

Mother: Eugene Eun

Older Brother: Jace Eun (presumed deceased)

III. PERSONALITY

traits: Imaginative, Dependable, Confident, Graceful / Escapist, Oversensitive, Pessimistic, Vengeful

hogwarts house: Hufflepuff

temperament: Melancholic

virtue: Kindness

sin: Sloth

BIOGRAPHY

Grace was born as the second child of the royal Eun family. They were considered more outgoing and confident than their older brother, Jace. But they never saw those difference, believing that they were much more like Jace than their parents. 

They made friends easily and spent most of their time hanging out away from home. The beach and the parks were their favorites places to go. So it was a bit of a shock to their friends that Grace forgoed going to the academy in favor of public school. Their parents hired a tutor to help teach them about their element. They did visit though when Jace started going.

Grace had been out at a party when their mother told them the news. The academy had been attacked and Jace was among the casualties. Grace was devastated. Those who knew them noticed a change in their demeanor. They went out less and barely left their room unless it was necessary. Hardly speaking to anyone at all. Grace let their grief consume them.

The funeral held for their brother was nice, somber. Grace saw many professors and students attending, and they quietly laughed to themselves. And Jace thought he was too awkward. However Grace was confused that their brother’s body hadn’t been returned to the family. Even if his body had been mangled too badly the headmistress should’ve still let their family bury Jace in the family cemetery. 

It could be that Grace’s heart was grasping at straws to make them feel better, but the idea that, possibly Jace wasn’t dead stuck in their mind. And they couldn’t let it go.

Grace decided to join the Academy as a student. Their parents were adamantly against it considering they already lost one child. Yet Grace would not listen. They wanted answers, they wanted the truth, they wanted revenge.

HEADCANONS

They have a love of flowers and keeps some lovingly pressed in various books. Grace carries a small carboard jewelry box in her bag to put various flowers in.

Prefers tea over coffee. And cold tea over hot tea. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS [x]

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Being around other species was a relatively new experience for Cree. It wasn’t often that she even held conversations with those outside her pack let alone other species. This school reminded her a little bit of the principles her pack stood for. It was a place where many different people were welcomed and, until recently pretty safe. However the headmistress rubbed Cree the wrong way. How eager she was to bring them in, even offering some of the number to be guardians. To replace those that were lost. Like a child replacing broken toys with new ones. Would she easily do the same for her pack? Cree would kill her first.

“If I am in your way you can ask me to move,” Cree turned her eyes from one of the hallway windows towards the person staring at her. “I don’t bite.” @acadiahqstarters​

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leighvaughn​:

@acadiahqstarters​

While she knew that the academy would never let students be official guards around the perimeter, it didn’t stop Leighton from standing out on one of the further hills with the academy at her back. It was like she was on shift, posted as a watcher. Maybe it had become more instinctual after the attack, Leigh’s dedication to wanting to protect. The dhampir heard a noise, glancing over her shoulder and giving the figure an acknowledging look. “Hey,” she greeted. “Feel free to join me. Though… it may not be too exciting,” she admitted with a small smile. A small joke, but when things weren’t exciting, it meant things were quiet. And quiet meant safe.

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“Sometimes the quiet holds the most danger.” Cree spoke simply. Silence made threats harder to detect, harder to prepare for. Yet maybe to the dhampir the opposite was true? She never mingled with other species let alone worked alongside them. As Addy loved to tell her, it will be a good learning experience for the pack. Cree moved up next to the student. Looking out from these hills she felt very... disconnected. She swallowed that feeling. “I suppose that the quiet is better than the chaos I walked into. Your school makes an... interesting first impression.”