#c: Zed

[evamovska]

where,  — Zed's apartment closed  — @zedechemist

It was too quiet — an observation made from the outside of his door. Naturally, Sasha would raise hell, wherever he was; an adventurous, curious child that was probably swinging from Zed's ceiling and causing absolute chaos for the last sixteen hours. And still would, based on her calculations — however, there wasn't a sound.

She turned the door knob and allowed herself inside; phone tightly clenched in her other hand, a reminder of a recent conversation she had with Vanya still lingering not only on the device, but on her mind as well. She was the one that had to deliver the message, simply because the siblings barely talked. Это был просто удар, Эвочка! Он меня жутко разозлил. — Ванюша, ты с ума сошла? Just a punch.

It's been a while, since any of them were in the headlights.

"I better find both of you alive in there." she called out, as she was taking off her shoes. Out of habit — the sidewalk was more sanitary than his apartment.

"Your sister called."

She never did, but she had messaged, and Eva, being who she was blew up her phone and pried the words out of her mouth —

[astronomodome]

i miss my freak and his joy

[pigswithwings]

its my characters birthday can everyone say happybirthday zed morris

[evamovska]

She could have, possibly supported this; leaving the god awful man bruised, and battered and possibly toothless, in a secluded area, where no one could find him — away from all the human hyenas. Then, he could've been easily forced to sign on the dotted line and leave Daya's life for good. Instead, Eva was thrown under the spotlight of her own nightmare — her reputation, and the one of her family hanging by a thread, as she watched the scene unfold before her almost in slow motion.

Eva knew very well what made her cousin tick; the right buttons to push, in order to get a good reaction. She'd spent her entire life making sure none of her siblings, (Zed included) were ever caught in a crossfire, where they'd have to act on instinct. Always so very impulsive — the three of them.

Heads snapped in their direction, the sound synchronised with the cracking of fist and the loud gasps of sheer shock.

She remained composed, anything else would've been detrimental. It was ingrained in the Movska genetics — coming up with anything other than an honest display of emotion. Mossy eyes dart to the bruised up knuckles — another mess entirely, and then narrow down to her friend; a ghost of a kind smile on her lips. Was she going to be okay?

The hand on his elbow tightened, "Мы будем очень тихо отходить."

She was going to drag him away like a stubborn child throwing a tantrum, if she needed to. Her eyes focused ahead on the nearest closed door, as she tried to get them both out of sight.

@zedechemist

Nick shouldn't be so close — but Zed recognises that threat too — just as pushing buttons on either Movska is the lesser of Nick's moral crimes.

(Not forgotten, is the irony of how there are little morals between them, as there is)

There's billions of neurons firing potentials every second he stands there — and not one of them send a signal to tell him to walk away. To listen to his cousin, and think of where he is.

Besides, he'd only asked about Nick's watch.

Innocent change of conversation. At least — it is to most, but Eva's touch on his elbow, tells him that she knows exactly who and what he is. Zed is not a perfect Movska, in his mother — or uncle's eye, really. A neglectful man who skips over media, and business in favour of pharmaceuticals. But he knows the line of expectation, years of Movska traditions drilled that into him.

And Nick's truly missing his mark, if he thinks that he has any interest in Daya, or what name is embossed on his watch.

"Maybe not," his style — that is. "I suppose wearing names is more fitting for you." Zed's thumb strokes the side of a ring on his index finger. Those neurons fire, over and over. A flush passes over his neck. And really, it's Nick's fault for being so close —

Zed glances one at Eva; it's not an apology. "—In front of your wife?" a beat. "Хорошо."

— A fist clenches, and it rises to swing.

Crack

Unclear if it's Zed's knuckles, or Nick's cheek.

Either would be okay. Maybe wearing a Movska ring embossing on his cheek, would be a nice little reminder about names.

Shaking his hand (silencing the seethe teasing between his teeth) of the instant pain that rippled up Movska's hand, he flexes his fingers. The unapologetic expression stays, a firmness to Zed's features as the crowd around them gasp.

He can feel Eva at his side — Daya looking at him; he meets her gaze for a fleeting second, and then her husband; a blossoming pool of red on his face.

Zed's colder — feeling the bruise on his knuckles easily as he refuses to acknowledge that he's a bit out of practice at physical assault: "Anything else?"

He isn't entirely pleased to know Eva, and Joseph will be scolding him for this potential lawsuit. Zed's quiet, when he justifies it to Eva: "Знаешь, его давно следовало заставить замолчать."

[factorialsotherfandoms]

... So I already did one fic, but turns out one of the others I abandoned is basically complete, so! Have a SECOND Zedaph fic. This one is set not long after the Impulse fic. Zed is DOING FINE guys, HONEST

TW: mental health spirals

It takes a month to learn that Impulse is safe, and another to learn that Skizz is definitely missing. Zedaph can wind-whisper, but he's only able to send short messages, and only one way; Tango and Impulse cannot do it at all.

So those two are gone, but safe, and Skizz is gone, but probably not safe, and Zedaph-

Zedaph is still here.

Tango's boss has offered him work, apparently - teaching some part of alchemy, to be discussed and rearranged with the rest of the department - but Zedaph...

Someone has to stay here, right?

Impulse is Skizz's best friend, but Impulse can never come home again. Not when he is still hunted. And Tango has a real job, so Zedaph...

Zedaph is the one who waits.

Keeps the house clean, runs into town for groceries, spends his days signing up for ever course under the sun - anything to keep his mind busy, anything to stop him fretting about what is going on with his friends.

He's always loved learning, and he's always taken exams in his stride - fun little logic puzzles of trying to give the most unexpected answer whilst still preventing his teachers from marking it as /wrong/ - but he's never quite thrown himself into it like /this/.

Potions, enchantment, runes, a little elementalism, a dabbling of herbalism, and a whole lot of animal wrangling - those were the things he knew. Now he throws himself into everything, from astronomy to zoology and every offering in between. He becomes such a regular sight at the local adult education college that he gets a discount card, and he crams his coursework between classes, shifts, and visits to the library. Even things they don't teach he fills his head with, everything and every possibility.

For fun, he tells himself, he's doing this all for fun-

Tango worries, but Tango always worries.

Impulse worries, but Impulse...

Impulse understands, that someone has to wait for Skizz, and that with all three of his best friends gone, Zedaph has to do /something/.

And so he learns, and he waits, and he does everything he can to fill the void.

Skizz will be back soon.

He has to be.

He has to be...

[puremoodsfeverdream]

Zeds Dead - Channel Flipping

Samples used in order of appearance.

[evamovska]

Eva considered hanging up on the man - there was nothing he could say, that she hasn't heared already. She was annoyingly persistant, even more so now, than she was as a child; demanding and stubborn. Her cousin knew better than to expect her to know the meaning of the word "no". She wouldn't listen to her own father, let along Zed. The phone call was answered, but she was talking to the delivery guy instead; her voice echoing around Zed's apartment building. One of the guys was with Zed upstairs, as the rest were waiting downstairs with a couple more objects; beautiful, antic pieces to decorate the place. She made her way into the elevator; a bronze elephant lamp in her hands. The man outside his door was stuck unsure whether he should move the lounger inside, or leave and he was once again met with a Movska; a prettier one, surely nicer than Zed. "You can leave this inside." she spoke, and the man once again moved the furtniture inside. They were surely playing some kind of a limbo with the poor man. "Не груби так, тебе не идет. Надо расслабиться!" a light jab at her cousin. She had her free hand hooked inside her shoes, as she walked inside his apartment barefoot; mossy hues scanning the floors for any unpleasant stains.

LOCATION: Zed's Apartment, Chinatown. TIME: 10:35am CLOSED FOR: @evamovska

There's pieces of a suite sitting in the cramped corridor in his apartment block. It's exhausting; the sight of it; he doesn't live on the ground floor, and images of he and Lev carrying their original sofa up these godforsaken stairs seem so far away now.

There's plastic covering protecting the velveteen loungers that need complete assembling. But the door isn't wide enough.

Velveteen.

Most of all, Zed does not want new furniture.

A phone is in his hand, and it's dialling. His cousin finally answers. Zed's quick to speak:

"Приходите, уберите своих идиотов и мужчин с моего порога." He isn't joking around, and he locks gaze in the corridor with whatever courier is expecting a signature from him. "Ева."

Said like a dirty curse; a foul noise off his tongue.

Zed's eying the sheeting with a narrowing gaze. "I'll take the plastic. Not, the rest of it." And then he turns his head when he walks back inside his apartment to make a coffee.

His day off, and he's dealing with this.

[moonenvvy]

closed starter for zed ! // @hiddenpxpercuts

"are you... zed?" the green hair and pale skin should be a dead give away, no pun intended, but zavier had learned people here were much more open to having unnatural hair colors. the way humans went out of their way to match the shade of green he had naturally still baffled him. it was also a shock to suddenly see someone that might be from his home town.

[theconstantine-moved]

[elektra616-ar]

[evamovska]

SURPRISE

surprise :  for one muse to come home and find the other already inside.

A spare key she's had for years turned into a lock that hasn't been changed even after countless threats.

С днём рождения, Зед.

A card on a velvet string hung from the neck of a Beluga Gold she knew he would appreciate. Anything else, he would not care for, so she spared him the presents.

"Your landlord is quite worried about the odour." she spoke, once she felt a presence; hands on the hunt for a tea mug that wasn't chipped or stained somewhere in those cupboards. It was an answer to a question that haven't been asked, yet she knew was coming. "It's how I've been allowed inside, if that's what you're wondering."

He didn't need to say anything, not just because he was her family and she knew her family quite well, but because Eva liked to know bits and pieces about everyone —the way the mechanics turned and twisted in someones brain and what exactly made them tick (she was always prepared, always vigilant.) She liked to think about the words still stuck in the confinement of a dry throat, too afraid to let them slip.

His landlord had been worried, as he was an elderly man ridden with paranoia so suspicion of every tenant came only natural, but Eva had taken advantage of that years ago.

"Do you have any tea?"

[bunabi]

as a canadian yes we sing the alphabet song, its literally exactly the same except the last bit is said "x, y and zed" at the end! i would assume its probably the same in england but i honestly wouldnt know

I thought that might be the case! Cool cool.

[yanlei-a]

i think i've mentioned the Other part of this page before w shen saying akali reminded him of zed but this part.... this part gets me bc shen is obviously protective of akali and cares for her even though she left the kinkou (he is her Dad) and when zed says i understand shen is quick to shut him down and say he doesn't but i just think he really does bc kayn is his finest student and his son and he'd also be concerned for him even though he's very capable of defending himself (all the more so when it comes to a situation like with jhin, which is just. personal and entwined with so much trauma)

[yanlei]

[ from: kayn 2:25am ] CAN U COMR GET MDEEE

[ from: kayn 2:25am ] UD B MAD IF I DROVE

[ from: kayn 2:25am ] DPNT DRINK N DRIVEEE

[ from: kayn 2:26am ] PLSSZSS ITS COLDDDD

KAYN has turned his location on.

» — ⌜ TEXT MESSAGES⌟  ,

— @umbane

The light from the screen is enough to make him stir, the sound of the cellphone's vibration against the wooden surface of the nightstand fully waking him up. A glance at the clock is enough to tell it's no reasonable hour to be awake; a glance at the screen dissipates any lingering trace of sleep, concern taking over before he sighs.

At least he had been responsible enough to text instead of trying to drive.

→ [ Kayn ]: Yeah, I would be mad if you drove like that.

→ [ Kayn ]: Stay where you are, I'll be there soon.

[legendaryturk]

“I’m not a regular dad. I’m a COOL dad.”

[spirit-unmoored]

happy birthday zed from league my beloved !