Ostrich x gn Mc
“It’s so cold, you should hold my hand, so it doesn’t freeze.” “I’m not that cold, I can give you my gloves if you want.”
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So I actually wrote this months ago, but completely forgot to post it. Reading it back, I'm actually really happy with it.
So apologies for how late it is, but here you go!
This isn't set at any particular point (as in its not exactly pre- or post- book, maybe even closer to an au where the story doesn't happen? idk).
Set in the crushing stage for both.
Under the cut for length
(also I love Ostrich instead of Osric. Auto-correct can be very annoying, but very funny. At least three people definitely have him saved as ostrich in their phones).
Ancia is always at its prettiest when it snows.
A layer of white coats the streets and the roofs of buildings, hiding the everpresent grime that coats the city for at least a month. The sky takes on an almost otherworldly purple glow - maybe the only times in your entire life of living in Ancia when you see the sky as anything other than a polluted grey.
It's almost impossible not to fall in love with the city in winter.
Small white flakes drift slowly in the air, completely aimless without a breeze around to guide them. Usually, at such a time it would be too dark to see so many of them, even with the dim orange glow of streetlights, but the sky is illuminated with the light of the full moon - even if the moon itself is not visible behind a wall of clouds.
It's late. No way that it's before midnight, evidence of that being right next to you in the form of Osric Jalava walking home.
That man does not leave a venue before midnight, it's somehow impossible.
You’re pretty sure he’s fully lost his mind, as despite the temperature, he’s dressed pretty much as he always is.
That is truly the one downside to winters in the city - the temperature. Because holy fuck, it's cold. You’re wrapped up in too many layers to count, a full ski jacket on top of jumpers on top of long-sleeve-shirts, with a scarf, hat and snow boots on top of all that. And here this idiot is with nothing more than jeans, a t-shirt covered by a thin pull-over, converse (that are utterly soaked through by this point) and a pair of gloves. And he isn’t even shivering.
For as long as you’ve known Osric he somehow seemed impervious to the cold, but this seemed like a bit much even for him.
The two of you walk silently back to his apartment, as it's a good amount closer to the bar than yours. It isn’t an awkward silence though, it isn’t as though neither of you can think of something to say, it just somehow feels wrong to disturb the night. It's a rare occasion for any street in Ancia to be quiet, especially in Greenplane, but it seems as though the cold has even the hardiest of partiers in bed tonight.
Osric reaches into his back pocket, grabbing out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He places one in his mouth before turning the box to you, tilting it slightly in offering. You consider it for a moment, the warmth would definitely be welcome right about now, but in the end shake your head. He simply shrugs and lights his own before shoving both items back into his pockets.
It's crisp enough that every exhale already comes out looking like a puff of smoke, but now the smell of tobacco mixes with the smell of the air that always comes with winter, the one that is indescribable except for simply the smell of cold.
It’s oddly comforting, you find. It's not the smell of cigarette smoke anymore you suppose, now it’s just the smell of him.
You look at him walking next to you, his eyes ahead but not focusing on anything in particular.
It’s at moments like these that you can’t help but appreciate how pretty he is. With his face basking in the weird mix of purple and orange light and flakes of snow landing on his face like freckles. His hair is a mess (though to be fair, you don’t think you’ve ever seen it not a mess). It’s grown out slightly longer than usual and you know the way it keeps falling in front of his eyes is annoying him - but you also know he won’t be quite bothered enough to do anything about it for probably another month. His lips are ever so slightly curved up into a relaxed smirk, which you’ve come to find is his default expression. You’re not quite sure why it is, but you certainly get why people often think he’s somewhat of a smug bastard before getting to know him. That’s not to say that it’s an entirely inaccurate presumption - he’s certainly a bastard, but he’s not smug, not really… well, maybe sometimes, but no more than your average person. Most of the time it’s an act, inauthentic - a comedic bit that he does for himself that he’s become slightly too good at.
As though he can hear you thinking about him, he turns to look at you, sending you a much more genuine smile. You attempt to smile back, but your chattering teeth make it look a little more like an odd grimace, making him chuckle.
“It’s cold as absolute shit out here.” He tries to say it nonchalantly, turning his eyes back in front of him to avoid yours. He comes to a stop causing you to do the same.
You send him a questioning look, but he doesn’t see it. Instead he looks at his hands intently, as though he’s having a mental argument with them, before pulling off his gloves and holding them out towards you.
You hesitate for a second, causing him to look up. You realise with surprise that he actually looks bashful. It’s strange, as you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look anything other than confident.
“Aren’t you freezing?” you ask, concerned but very tempted to accept the offer.
He shrugs, “I’m not that cold. I’m happy to give you my gloves… you know, if you want.”
You nod, and out of the corner of your eye, you see him grin as you pull them on.
You go to start walking again, but stop as you realise he doesn’t make to follow you.
“Um,” he looks away nervously, an entirely odd sight to see. “Do you wanna, you know…”
He trails off but holds his hand out to you in obvious invitation.
You grin, is the Osric Jalava actually nervous to ask you to hold his hand?
“Just because you’re cold and stuff.” He adds hurriedly. “You know, so you don’t freeze or something.”
He looks at you, trying to keep his face neutral, but his eyes give away just how desperate he is to know if he’s just royally fucked up the situation.
You reach out and grab his hand, causing a relieved smile to break out on his face. You roll your eyes in amusement, this is a man who can unflinchingly ask you to sleep over at his place and share his bed (though calling it a bed is maybe too kind, it’s a blow-up-mattress), but is scared to ask to hold your hand.
“Hmm, yes,” You hum, eyes dancing with a mix of laughter and deep affection. “Thank you for so bravely saving me from freezing.”
He nods effusively, making the snow that had landed on his head fly off.
“You’re welcome.”
And at that, you both start walking once again. Silence once again envelops you, but just as before, it’s not awkward, not even close.
Instead, it’s a warm silence. One that wards off the harsh chill of the winter night, leaving in its wake only the beauty of Ancia in the snow.
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Challenge Cup: all results of November 16 (and all 1/8 finalists…except one)
🏆| Challenge Cup: all results of November 16 (and all 1/8 finalists…except one)
• Ribola Kaštela (CRO) - Omonia Nicosia (CYP) 1-3 (20:25, 15:25, 25:18, 22:25)
• GreenPlan Vexk Kazincbarcika (HUN) - Maccabi Yeadim Tel-Aviv (ISR) 1-3 (25:22, 21:25, 16:25, 16:25)
• Montana Volley (BUL) - PAOK Thessaloniki (GRE) 1-3 (20:25, 16:25, 25:23, 20:25)
• Steaua Bucuresti (ROU) - Tiikerit Kokkola (FIN) 3-0 (25:17, 25:17, 25:21)
• Aero Odolena Voda (CZE) - Panathinaikos Athens (GRE) 1-3 (25:15, 21:25, 21:25, 19:25)
• Akaa Volley (FIN) - A.J. Fonte Bastardo (POR) 0-3 (21:25, 22:25, 22:25)
• SC Duo Tartu (EST) - Mirad Unipo Presov (SVK) 3-0 (25:23, 25:14, 25:23)
• Olympiacos Piraeus (GRE) - Rieker UJS Komárno (SVK) 3-0 (25:12, 25:21, 25:21)
• Lausanne UC (SUI) - Deya Volley Burgas (BUL) 1-3 (25:22, 16:25, 15:25, 19:25)
• Sporting CP Lisboa (POR) - Pärnu VC (EST) 3-0 (25:17, 25:15, 25:19)
• CV Melilla (ESP) - Epicentr - Podolyany Horodok (UKR) 3-0 (25:19, 25:21, 25:21)
• Orion Doetinchen (NED) - VC Stroossen (LUX) 3-0 (25:18, 25:8, 25:13)
MORE TO FOLLOW
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Tuesday | November 8, 2022
• 19.00 (Local Time) | Mirad Unipo Presov (SVK) – SC Duo Tartu (EST) 3-2 (22:25, 23:25, 26:24, 25:20, 15:10)
• 19.00 (Local Time) | Deya Volley Burgas (BUL) – Lausanne UC (SUI) 3-1 (27:25, 25:12, 19:25, 25:17)
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Ghost G!rl is a four-piece band from Greenplane, Ancia. Their music is inspired by a mix of alternative rock, grunge, skate punk and post-punk, citing their biggest influence as Nirvana.
Headlined by singer Violet Lang, she's joined by their brother Soren Lang on drums, Basil Allpress on guitar and Osric Jalava on bass. To date, Ghost G!rl has released two EPs: 'Ghost Girls Drive Ghost Cars' two years ago and 'Some Fucking Good Music' earlier this year.'
Photos and extended bios are below the cut!
VIOLET LANG
22, any pronouns, singer, gramand
Violet Lang has been singing since they were born and has been in vocal training since eleven years old. An Ancia native, Violet met future bandmate Osric Jalava in an extra-curricular music program during secondary school. The two became quick friends, and he soon introduced Jalava to their older brother, a talented drummer. The three started jamming together and eventually, these sessions formed the basis of Ghost G!rl.
Violet is a lively young artist who takes great pride in their Vietnamese heritage and LGBTQIA+ identity. She is a vocal advocate for many causes and dedicates much of his time to volunteering for various non-profit organizations. When not spending time at her job at a local animal shelter Lang can most often be found either practising their vocals or filling his sketchbook, where several of her many tattoos originate.
SOREN LANG
23, he/him, drummer/songwriter
Soren Lang has been drumming since he was seven years old, much to his family's annoyance. Unlike his younger sibling and mother, neither Soren nor his father has any powers. However, he's said many times that he isn't too bothered by it as "it wouldn't change how I drum anyway".
Though primarily a very dedicated musician, Soren also has an interest in writing. He's an incredibly passionate person and can be most often found working on the behind-the-scenes elements of Ghost G!rl. Lang is very close with his family and has various of his younger sibling's drawings tattooed. His sense of humour is notable, especially as the band's main lyricist.
BASIL ALLPRESS
21, they/them, guitarist, creviso
Basil Allpress became a musician at age four when they started learning violin. They also trained in piano and flute, before eventually falling in love with the guitar at age nine, deciding to dedicate all of their time to the instrument. They met Osric the summer before the two started university, both attending an orientation program for their course. Basil and Osric became close very quickly after being partnered up during an activity, bonding over their similar music tastes and love of creating music. Basil was soon invited to play with Osric, Violet and Soren. Within the month Ghost G!rl had been formed.
Basil is known for their captivating and energetic stage presence. They love performing and the exchange of energy between the crowd and performers. Aside from their love for the types of music that Ghost G!rl makes, Basil is a fan of sixties/seventies pop and would love to one day explore making music in those genres too.
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