#thread: eleanor

[reagflor]

who: @eleanorcalhounn where: bay breeze

Karaoke night held a special place in Reagan's heart, becoming one of her favorite weekly outings. While she didn't attend every week, she frequently found herself in the lineup. The stage offered her a sense of vitality and freedom, allowing her to let loose and just be herself. Moreover, it was an opportunity to showcase her talents a bit. After concluding her performances for the night alongside Ellie, she felt a unique sense of satisfaction. Reagan had belted out a song by FLETCHER and then participated in a duet that they had playfully made as gay as possible. Especially with their blatant sexual tension. With a soft laugh, Reagan handed Ellie a drink, her eyes actively appreciating the woman beside her. Riding the high of her performances, Reagan couldn't resist checking Ellie out. Leaning in, she whispered in Ellie's ear, "When is your next performance?" She asked, before placing a cheeky kiss against her neck.

[garadinervi]

Mauka to Makai: Hawaiian Quilts and the Ecology of the Islands, Edited by Marenka Thompson-Odlum, Common Threads Press, [Norwich], 2024 [Idea Books, Amsterdam]

Senior Editor: Laura Moseley Editorial Assistants: Marisa Clements and Eleanor Gaffney

Design: Chris Shortt

[silverflcme]

another closed starter for @fairiewines because i figured we could start something short and more recent for both?!

the blood had already dried by the time he made it back to their chambers, caked on the underside of his arm and all down his side, across his face and even on his leg where the fabric of his trousers had been sliced open. his arrogance got the best of him, and though he won the little battle with the others, he hadn't come out as clean as he would have liked. a sigh fell from his lips when he walked through doors and the first person he saw was her. "my queen—" he chuckled, almost nervously before jumping into the assumption that she'd perhaps freak at the sight of him like this. "ah, before you get all worked up and start scolding me like one of your handmaidens, just take your place at my side and help me undress, yeah?"

[pixeldolly]

Walden BACC

Julius: "When did she say that, exactly?"

His voice was eerily calm, but there was an undercurrent of barely-suppressed anger in it. Imogen, who suddenly realized what she had come close to divulging, tried to brush it off.

Imogen: "A long time ago; I don't remember."

Julius: "I think you do. Imogen, when did you last see her?"

Imogen: "When I went to ask her to help us find Fiona - but you already knew that!"

Julius nodded quietly to himself, as though mulling something over.

Julius: "And your relationship just happened to come up in that conversation?"

Imogen was panicking now; she didn't even notice Mary and Vernoraxia standing awkwardly in the doorway, alerted by the unfolding argument.

Shit shit shit! Think, Imogen, think!

Imogen: "Look, I -"

She glanced at her husband. His deeply hurt expression made the flimsy explanation she'd been preparing feel like an additional betrayal. The words died on her lips.

Julius: "Were you having an affair?"

Fuck!

Imogen: "No! I mean...yes, we did sleep together once...but only that one time, I swear!"

Julius: "When?"

Imogen: "I don't know, 17, 18 years ago? Before Rowan was born!"

Vernoraxia remembered. She had pushed the memory to the back of her mind, almost forgetting it ever happened, but hearing Imogen confess brought it all back. She didn't want to be there for what came next, and suspected the Merridews didn't either.

Vernoraxia: "C'mon, Mary - let's go."

Mary didn't need to be told twice.

[ramuneda5149]

oc

[lovesspell]

Location: Community Care Starter for @bitethvhand

"Knock, knock, doc," Xander called out as he walked into Eleanor's office, a take out bag from Emerald Dragon in one of his hands. He had wanted to check in on a patient he had brought in the other day for Brook and he figured if he was going to be around anyway, he might as well bring Nell some lunch. It was different to work in a small town as opposed to how things had been in Chicago, it meant he saw more of the same people and as a result he had actually formed some solid friendships from there. Eleanor was one of those people and in the spirit of nurturing his friendships as he promised his sister her would, bringing a friend lunch seemed like a good thing to do.

"I'm here to make sure you don't miss lunch," he told her with a smile once she was in view and held up the bag. "I got extra dumplings. I was feeling a little crazy," he joked. "Busy day?"

[aemperatrix]

[perditus]

Starter for @theodosiani - Frauke & Eleanor

“ The wisps are restless here ” she observes quietly, eyes narrowed slightly as she watches the small creatures darting about. To a normal person it might appear normal, their movements often erratic and all over. However, to a pair of mourn watchers, it wasn’t average behavior. Not this time.

“ Whatever is bothering them is beyond this corridor ”

[cyberneticatoms]

WHERE: Bishop's and Associates WHO: Eleanor Winters (@theluckyonerp)

While he'd felt a little guilty declining Connie's offer to let him stay with her and Cassie, Lyosha hoped that being at work at least made up for it. Though the unexpected weather had him fiddling with his voice box at his desk, making sure the cold weather hadn't damaged it. Reclipping it to his shirt he glanced up when someone came into the office, a monotone voice coming from it, "Good morning, Miss Winters, I am surprised you did not opt to work from home. There is a fresh pot of coffee, would you like me to grab you a cup?"

[unbeleveable]

@prettyasaprosie liked for eleanor

Eleanor sat on a bench beside Prosie, watching their children play together in the park. "If only they would never grow up," she remarked with a soft sigh, taking a sip of her coffee. It was a feeling she was sure every mother in every district must experience, considering the moment a child turned twelve they became a possible tribute for the Games. Arthur was safe here in the Capitol, as were Prosie's girls, but shouldn't all children in Panem be? But that was a thought she couldn't share with a gamemaker's wife.

[burnishedrebel]

continued from [x]

Eleanor quirked an eyebrow at Cassius’ response. It was the kind of one that could only come from an old friend who knew everything about her. There was a certain reassurance about it, even as his words alluded to the trials and tribulations they’d faced in the past. Briefly, Eleanor considered calling him on it, wanting to know exactly what he meant, but instead, she opted for the fonder approach. It was one Cassius could always elicit from her, whether he knew it or not. “I was looking for you to tell me how pretty or hot I am,” she replied, a smirk again crossing her lips. “I know you math boys can sometimes be a little clueless about the female sex, thought I’d give you a hint,” she added, winking. Eleanor kept watching Cassius as he dressed, her gaze approving and a little hungry as he pulled his boxers back up. When he asked if she was happy, she nodded. “Yeah, both with life and what we just did. You were on fire, by the way. Very much dispelled the stereotype of a math nerd,” Eleanor mused, winking again at him before giggling. 

@dearxeden

[powerfvlly]

@everlvres!

this had to be coordinated VERY carefully, so when eleanor arranged for a little meet-up with enzo's attempt of a secret lover, she had it set at a starbucks— one of many places he wouldn't be caught DEAD in. and there she sat at a two seater, sipping at her mocha frappe and waiting anxiously to meet this person enzo was so keen on keeping under wraps. though an issue arose— she has NO IDEA what he looks like. this, in turn, caused her to nearly leap out of her seat for every other male who walked in alone. she soon realized he probably don't know what SHE looks like either. not to mention it was busier than she'd anticipated. a double jeopardy. ellie whipped out her phone and began texting stefan.

[ Eleanor ]: I'm in a blue sweater by the window, if that helps!

she sent the message through and locked her phone, hoping he would receive it in time to find her properly.

[mlndless]

;; closed starter for @faerystales !

"I just..." she trailed off into a groan as she scrubbed her hands over her face. Luciana found herself venting to her cousin about the first ever crush she has ever had. Usually, she held everything close to her chest, but she needed help with her new feelings. "She's so freakin' beautiful I feel like I want to melt into a puddle whenever I see her. And I want to know more about her but I can barely talk to her. What do I do? What would you do?"

[unbeleveable-aa]

@2kyears sent: "it's good to see me, isn't it?" @ eleanor

Even as Eleanor rolled her eyes, she was chuckling. "I see you're as full of confidence as ever. How long has it been this time? Twenty years?" Nineteen-and-a-half, actually, but it's not like she had been counting. Her memory was just exceptionally sharp.

[tclkrefined]

CLOSED for @espionisms

the day drags on painfully slow. eleanor does not like to be away from home, and to be in an empire where the walls have ears and so many sets of eyes are on her doesn't help her general affliction. she is pulled from bed into an interview that she spends the next several hours overthinking. her eyes, which betrayed the secret bawling session her pillows had endured through the night, have a chance to lose their redness as time passes. she takes the spineless route and avoids alistair all day, despite the confession from the night before tugging mercilessly at the string connecting them -- word of him still reaches her in the outrageous rumors of his various stages of undress with the new queen.

perhaps she would take rumors to heart, were she any younger, and were she any less sure of whatever alistair's eyes hold for her, and only her. it's certainty she does not have a name for, and she doesn't bother to try and name it. but it's still in her nature to scatter momentarily, to shrivel in the face of such grand unknown feelings. a coward at heart. instead, she lets late night approach, the hours ticking by as she shifts in bed, before she chooses to give up on rest. her feet carry her to the sleeping quarters of the only person she longs to see now. she presses her ear to his door, quiet as a mouse, and listens; she'd crawl back to her own bed in defeat if she thought he was truly asleep. she knows he'd likely wake and comply to her wishes at any hour, but she has enough decency to not interrupt his few hours of rest.

but she hears the sound of shuffling, so she knocks, her knuckles against the wood a familiar rhythm. "i am well," she declares, as soon as the door creaks open the slightest, in hopes not to worry him. she wears a robe over sleeping gowns and her hair down, she doesn't look the part of a woman in danger, either way. "i could not sleep. i am going for a walk to the kitchens, and i'd... love to have you join me."

[flcralhaze]

closed starter ›› @tclkrefined

        ❝  not  you  too,  ❞  he  practically  whined  as he approached his sister. stefan had expected elias to be a stick in the mud tonight, as if their father wouldn't have thrown a celebration equally as lavish if so many royals were visiting, but he couldn't have eleanor joining the pity party. if he glanced around the room, stefan knew he'd already spot far too many drinking their sorrows rather than the excellent wine. they should've done that on the journey here.  ❝ we don't want our hosts to think we're cross with them, do we? ❞   if that even mattered.  ❝ at least take a walk with me so i can avoid my betrothed. ❞