#ofdreamshoratio

[vivian-vitani-xavier]

Text ✉ Horatio & Vivian

Vivian: Morning vampire prince! First of all, don't ask how I got your private number. I don't have the time. I need to know a few things. Do you have a minute?

Vivian: No is not an answer btw. So?

[elsadell]

Permission | Self-para [with Horatio]

Horatio Hitchcock was not a man that set Elsa at ease. Everything about him, the way he spoke, the way he looked, the way he acted, made Elsa’s stomach churn. She’d gone to the ringleader’s building in hopes of finding Zachariah there, believing that would be a far more pleasant conversation. Instead, the assistant informed her that he was out of his office, and pointed her in Horatio’s direction. Wandering down the corridor, Elsa began to wonder if this was such a good idea - it’d be easier to make her pitch to someone she was comfortable around. She was sure the temperature around her was cooling with her nerves.

When she knocked on the door and received acknowledgement that she could enter, Elsa stepped inside and made an effort at a polite smile. “Good afternoon, Horatio,” she murmured as his piercing eyes fixed on her. “What can I do for you?” He asked, and she pulled her phone from her pocket, opening it to a video of herself and Anna performing some skating tricks. Anna was better than her, but Elsa had been spending every spare moment pulling herself up to her old standard.

“A few days ago I was talking to Scar Xavier and he mentioned an idea on how we can improve the fjords. He seemed to think that people would really enjoy a show within the fjords, a show led by myself and my colleagues. I’ve talked to them, and they seemed really up for it. So I was wondering if we could have your permission to go ahead and begin practicing a show, with costumes and the like?” She pitched, her eyes flicking down to the video.

Horatio seemed to be considering it, and he was silent until the video had finished. “Begin choreographing a show, and get one of the stylists to create costumes for you.  Before it goes public, myself or a colleague will be along to inspect it. But go ahead and start it,” he finally told her. Elsa couldn’t help her grin, and with a quick thanks she left the room, off to go tell her sister and Jack the news.

[willixmcharming]

William tapped his fingers against his chair in an impatient manner. Apparently he was allowed to take advantage of his best friend’s ringleader position under normal circumstances, but not anymore when he slept with him. Bloody brilliant. Instead, the stupid know-it-all assistant had sent him to Horatio Hitchcock with the empty promise he’d be there in a second. When the man eventually entered, William looked up with a smile and a simple salutation as though it was the most normal thing for him to be here. “Morning!”