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"how exactly are you defining fantastic, huh?" ness asked with the usual skepticism of any pestering sibling. this was, of course, not to say that she was a better dancer or anything. that particular skill had never really entered the small and decidedly niche realm of interests which typically occupied the bulk of nessa's brain space and time. her eyes never left their parents, though, because what if they just disappeared again in a blink? "do I still stand on your shoes for this or what?"

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for a moment, coop let himself pretend that this was all real and the two people he kept a fierce watch on weren't dead. once the second passed, he felt the all too familiar sadness take over every inch of his body. that was when he felt nessa's hand squeeze his own. he looked down, a sad, yet genuine smile on his face. "i don't know what you are talking about, i'm a fantastic dancer. would you care for a spin?" he didn't want to interrupt their parents, scared if he did, they would go away, but he certainly could dance near them with his little sister.

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nessa did not dare say anything. she wasn't sure it was possible to say anything, certainly nothing from her own limited lexicon. instead she simply slid her hand into her oldest brother's and squeezed it. she instantly wished that ethan and logan were there too. afterall, wasn't that how they all stayed afloat in the mess? clinging to each other like life rafts? "he dances worse than you." she finally chuckled beneath her own wild mask.

where: haunted ballroom who: anyone

cooper cleared his throat, trying to keep his emotions in check. "they look happy, don't you think? i'm not even sure i should interrupt." he didn't say who they were, but it was clear who he was looking at through his mask. the dancing couple lovingly gliding across the ballroom. his parents.

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"I know like six people. you're one of them, and if that's one of my brothers, I would probably know." she squinted at the masked stranger. "and that would not be cool." the line in the sand had been drawn about that potential nightmare years and years ago. nessa couldn't handle that amount of complicated interpersonal relationship. she would implode. "I'm already starving. can you hear my stomach? I haven't eaten since breakfast." she grumbled. "what sort of room in a mansion has tools?"

"You might know him. We both might. That's the thrill of the mask." Imogen's smile was wry and playful, only half obscured by her own mask as she managed to detangle herself from the massive limbs of her dance partner. "Find me later." She waved him off before threading her arm carefully through Nessa's, giving her bicep a little squeeze. "You aren't going to starve, we'll get out of here eventually, and when we do, we'll get you an entire pizza for yourself." Her eyes moved around them, taking in the sights, the sounds, the smells. Nothing in particular, besides the obvious, stood out to her. "Maybe we can find some tools in one of the millions of rooms here to help pry it off of you."

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"hi.... person I do not know." nessa said obtusely to the stranger entangled with her best friend. "or you can go away, because, like I said, I don't know you, and I need help from her. not you." she proceeded to entirely ignore the unknown person and pointed with an exaggerated finger to her face. it wasn't one of the classic venetian masks or something beautiful and delicate. there was a full fucking gas mask clung to her skin. "dude I am so hungry. how am I supposed to eat? I need a burger. I need pizza. I want fried eggs. I am going to starve!"

open; masquerade

"Shhh, it's better for me if I don't know your name." Imogen had found a certain footing in this place, wandering about the hallways with the practiced ease that felt almost too easy. She had sipped a few drinks, she had followed the sounds of music, and she had would up in the arms of someone she didn't care to recognize under a mask that she found excessively ugly. "Just keep swaying to the music and lets pretend we might see one another again after tonight."

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clockwork.

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"raccoons have adapted to intake a variety of information through their paws. so he probably picked it straight from my bag." nessa said abruptly. "pacman is naturally curious, but driven by vengeance and nummies." coop had made a very similar face when she brought the little beastie home too. "oh, uh, I last saw him in the house... ethan's already on his way to help. logan can't find out though. he's going to say 'I told you' again."

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“what happens if I say raccoon with a butterfly knife?”

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"in the house?" confusion and panic settled as he let out a sigh, "how did it get a butterfly knife and where was the last place you saw it?"

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The best thing about having a big brother is that I always have a friend.

Me (via crystal-noirr)

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who: nessa ( @nessalochs )

“what are you sneaking around the house for?”

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“what happens if I say raccoon with a butterfly knife?”

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✿ - lydia & nessa

One of Lydia’s favorite things about Nessa is that she doesn’t mind if Lydia’s version of hanging out is chattering at Nessa while Nessa tinkers. Lydia doesn’t even care if Nessa really listens to everything she says, she just loves the company of it

 when she was younger she used to break things so Nessa could work to put them back together

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✿ - nessa & logan

✿ logan used to break things when he was younger, whenever he saw that nessa was getting bored, to give her something to do.

✿ ever the teacher, logan would offer to help each of his siblings with their school work, but he enjoyed doing school work with nessa best, because she seemed to actually listen.

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Send 💛 for a frenemies headcanon I have for our muses : nessa

Since Nick can only pick on Nessa when Lydia or Imogen aren’t around, he’s actually developed an unironic interest in Muggle cars. It was mostly unintentional but tool kits are kind of cool. He likes watching her work. And also telling her she’s doing everything wrong.

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Send ❤️ for my muse to list things they love about yours nessa & logan

logan loves his sister's tinkering. some of his fondest memories are of walking into the buchanan's front room, or garage, or garden, or hallway... basically anywhere she could fit something that needed fixing... and watching her working it out.

she has a quick wit and a wonderful sense of humour. even when it's directed towards making fun of him. he can't help but find her amusing and struggles to hide his smile, knowing that if she catches it, he loses.

logan likes to consider himself difficult to read, but he's not. each of his siblings have their own way of trying to cheer him up. among other things, nessa lets him win on certain arcade games when she knows he's in a bad mood.

nessa is the most trustworthy person in his life. logan loves and trusts all of his siblings to varying degrees, but with nessa it had been effortless. through discovering who he was and coming to accept it, nessa was the one who listened and never treated him differently.

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Lydia scrambled up, happy beyond measure to hear Ness’s voice. “Nessers! My hero! Awww, and you brought PacMan too hi, buddy!”

She hopped out of the bed and swayed as she stood. “Woah, spinning room. Can you see my clothes?”

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“pacman brought himself.” nessa clarified as the raccoon attempted to hand her a monkey wrench from her bag. “not yet.” she whispered and quickly glanced up. “whoa. why is the room spinning? are you cool? are you not wearing clothes?”

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where; st. mungo’s whomst; open

Lydia was curled up in her bed. She had already had a good cry about how the festival had ended and now she just wanted to go home. 

“Can I go now? Are you here to break me out?”

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nessa pulled her yellow goggles onto the top of her head and grinned happily. pacman the raccoon lazily stuck his head out of her backpack. “yep. let’s go.”

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Bilius stared at her and took in her quick change in temperament. He immediately floundered, shaking his head quickly. “What? No, never,” he replied. “I just don’t want to force. you to sit down for food and have all that energy pent up because that couldn’t be comfortable. I mean, unless you’re used to it then I guess it doesn’t quite matter? Does it? And, well, now I’m probably just digging a really big hole for myself while also shoving my foot right into my mouth…”

the instant bill started shaking his head, nessa released a stream of air she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. everything was okay. her hands raised up to wave away the rest. “no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. no foot, no mouth, no digging. you’re really great. you’re... so cute.” she blushed. “I mean, I really don’t mind sitting even with all the energy. it’s kind of nice to have someone fun to talk with at meals. that’s always more comfortable than trying to stomach something alone, right?”