Alive with Magic ~

James Trotter - inspired by James from James and the Giant Peach - Lovingly ruined by Tripp - part of the Sinister Disney RP

[thexcuriousxone]

alivewithmagic​:

The world spun dangerously in and out of focus as he sank into the dewy grass. He stared dumbly at his arm as blood dripped down his arm, spattering his running shoes and the grass around him. His mind ran around in circles as the girl called the emergency room and sat down beside him. “I’m…. James. James Trotter,” he stammered out. “I’m twenty nine. I’m from England but I’ve lived here since I was eighteen.” He swallowed. “I- I’m gonna faint….”He stammered out weakly before falling straight back, eyes rolling into his head.

@beatrice-byrd

“I’m Beatrice. It’s going to be okay, just hang on a little longer.” Her head was on a swivel searching for any sign of help. Still watching him out of the corner of her eyes. “No, no, no.” She cried as she grabbed hold of him so he didn’t hit the ground. Resting his head in her lap, fear began to color her eyes. The panic finally creeped into her voice. “James! James come on I need you to wake up! Look I’m not going to lie I don’t really know what I’m doing here. So please wake up.” Beatrice started rambling, hoping that the paramedics would get here fast.

[alivewithmagic]

“Beatrice…..” he murmured. “That’s… that’s a really pretty name. I haven’t heard it in a while.” He stammered out, wanting to try and not pass out before help got to him. He felt her slapping in him and kept his eyes open as wide as he could as the world spun around him. “I…. Is this normal in America? It seems very dangerous to have something so… horrid in the park where children play…” in retrospect, he was glad it had been him instead of a child. The trap was small but if a child had reached in, he might have had his arm broken. He heard a wail of sirens in the distance and swallowed. “I…. Thank you for calling them.”

[alivewithmagic]

The world spun dangerously in and out of focus as he sank into the dewy grass. He stared dumbly at his arm as blood dripped down his arm, spattering his running shoes and the grass around him. His mind ran around in circles as the girl called the emergency room and sat down beside him. “I’m…. James. James Trotter,” he stammered out. “I’m twenty nine. I’m from England but I’ve lived here since I was eighteen.” He swallowed. “I- I’m gonna faint….”He stammered out weakly before falling straight back, eyes rolling into his head.

@beatrice-byrd

[alivewithmagic]

Open starter || the park || early afternoon

James tried to stay active. Between working at the coffee shop and writing his books, he usually didn’t have to worry about that but on days he did have a moment to spare, to think a bit too much over some sort of fixed thought, he went on a walk. He’d charted out a path to take through the park and he used it every time.

He listened to an audiobook as he moved throughout the park. It was mid afternoon and the it was relatively empty, probably because the kids were in school and most folks were at work and he quite enjoyed the solitude of it all.

Suddenly something caught his attention and he pulled to a stop right by the bushes. It was shiny and for a moment, he was incredibly confused as to what it was. Maybe a child’s toy? He reached into the bushes to retrieve it and felt pain that he was incapable of describing shoot through his arm. He screeched in pain and jerked back, dragging a small animal trap out of the underbrush with him. There was blood, and pain, and—- what the HELL?!

[thexcuriousxone]

alivewithmagic​:

Open starter || the park || early afternoon

James tried to stay active. Between working at the coffee shop and writing his books, he usually didn’t have to worry about that but on days he did have a moment to spare, to think a bit too much over some sort of fixed thought, he went on a walk. He’d charted out a path to take through the park and he used it every time.

He listened to an audiobook as he moved throughout the park. It was mid afternoon and the it was relatively empty, probably because the kids were in school and most folks were at work and he quite enjoyed the solitude of it all.

Suddenly something caught his attention and he pulled to a stop right by the bushes. It was shiny and for a moment, he was incredibly confused as to what it was. Maybe a child’s toy? He reached into the bushes to retrieve it and felt pain that he was incapable of describing shoot through his arm. He screeched in pain and jerked back, dragging a small animal trap out of the underbrush with him. There was blood, and pain, and—- what the HELL?!

The park was the last place Beatrice could usually be found. Today however was a rare moment when she chose to take the free time and relax in the park. She was sprawled across her blanket, basking in the sunshine. She was quite content for the moment, allowing herself to be at peace for just a little bit. 

She had been close to falling asleep until a scream cut through the silence. Jolting up her eyes scanned the area, searching for the source. Luckily there weren't too many people in the area and it was abundantly obvious. From the distance she could tell that it wasn’t good, but as she moved towards the other it became clear just how bad the injury was. 

“Oh shit. What do you need me to do?” Beatrice wanted to help but didn’t want to just try and pry the thing off his hand. She’d probably only make it worse, which looking at it wouldn’t be too hard if she was being honest.

[alivewithmagic]

He was bleeding. And it was a lot of blood. And he didn’t know what to do. He was going into shock when the girl ran up to him. His brain wasn’t working. Everything seemed to slow as he stared at his arm. He couldn’t think. Breathing was getting harder. “Call… call nine one one……” he gasped out. He was too scared to even so much as twitch a finger. What if he ended up loosing his arm? The horror of what could happen if he didn’t get help soon overwhelmed him and he gagged, dry heaving as sobs finally burst out of him. “Hurry. Please hurry! Please!” He begged her.

[alivewithmagic]

FULL NAME: James Henry Trotter

BASED ON: James from James and the Giant Peach

FACE CLAIM: George Mackay

GENDER: he/him

AGE: 29

SPECIES: human

OCCUPATION: is a children’s author and a part time barista

LIVES IN: Sunnyside

SIDES WITH: Heroes

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❝ THERE ARE WORSE SINS IN THE WOLD THAN LEARNING TO BE HAPPY AGAIN. ❞

Cool Kids by Echosmith

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PERSONALITY TRAITS:

Positive: sweet ◇ loving ◇ creative ◇ smart

Negative: shy ◇ traumatized ◇ lonely ◇ scared

INTEL

Priorities: living as normal a life as he can after the abuse from his aunts

Muse’s soft spot: he would do anything for his friends

Greatest strength: he truly loves people and does whatever he can to help them.

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: due to traumas that he’s doing his best to overcome, he can be painfully shy and slow to act

Muse’s secret: He’s had a crush on Miss Spider since the moment he met her

PAST: James parents died in a train accident when he was just eight years old. The only family he had left were his father’s sisters and they were cruel, turning him from the happy child he had once been into their slave that they had no problem hitting and demeaning. He retreated into himself and began working through the trauma his aunts caused him by creating friends in his head that would eventually become the beloved characters of his children’s books.

At sixteen he left his aunt’s custody with the push of someone who knew him from school and at eighteen he moved to America where he published his first book and settled into a small affordable apartment where he turned that one children’s book into a series. He still struggles with the trauma his aunts put him through but he’s making a life for himself, by himself. He’s always touched by the letters and e-mails he gets from fans of his books and is determined to keep working on stories because they make others happy and they make him happy too.

PRESENT: James wants to make more friends. It was something he longed for during his time in England and it’s something he wants now. He’s just truly never learned how to overcome his shy awkwardness and make himself friendly. He still lives in the same apartment in Sunnyside and works as a barista and writes his books but lately he’s been questioning if something needs to change. He has no idea what it might be but he’s going to work at all of the above. Maybe, he might even be able to do something… brave. Just like his parents would have done if they were still here.

MUSE AESTHETICS ◇ rain on the window glass while he reads ◇ an over abundance of art/school supplies ◇ audio books

[alivewithmagic]

Open starter || the park || early afternoon

James tried to stay active. Between working at the coffee shop and writing his books, he usually didn’t have to worry about that but on days he did have a moment to spare, to think a bit too much over some sort of fixed thought, he went on a walk. He’d charted out a path to take through the park and he used it every time.

He listened to an audiobook as he moved throughout the park. It was mid afternoon and the it was relatively empty, probably because the kids were in school and most folks were at work and he quite enjoyed the solitude of it all.

Suddenly something caught his attention and he pulled to a stop right by the bushes. It was shiny and for a moment, he was incredibly confused as to what it was. Maybe a child’s toy? He reached into the bushes to retrieve it and felt pain that he was incapable of describing shoot through his arm. He screeched in pain and jerked back, dragging a small animal trap out of the underbrush with him. There was blood, and pain, and—- what the HELL?!

[girlsorcery]

𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐞 & 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬​:

Oh…. You know….” He laughed with a shrug. “It is what it is….” He much would have rather been inside with a big book and some coffee or tea. “It’s not bad though.” He sat beside her and inhaled the scent of her perfume discretely as she tried to see what he had been writing. “Please, Sid. I always have time for you,” he said softly before clearing his throat.

“Oh, non! Pas encore vous ne le faites pas !” He exclaimed, playfully trying to shield his work from her while knowing full well that she got to proof everything he did before his editors got a look at it. “Mademoiselle, I must ask you a serious question,” he tried to hide a grin.

“Do you solemnly swear that what you see tonight will remain secret? Even if you are tickle tortured for the information?”

Sidonie’s eyes shined as she heard his charming laughter, chuckling along. “Well, I’d certainly hope so.” She couldn’t recall a day that’d passed where they were separate. Some may have deemed that unhealthy, but it was different for the two of them. They supported one another in ways no one else in the world could —— and she wouldn’t have wanted any other life because of it. Knowing James was one of the silver linings of living in relative solitude.

The witch laughed more in response to his frantically spoken French and retreated just slightly. “And that question is…?” Styled brows perked upward before she was given the inquiry and feigned deep contemplation. “… Hm. I do. I solemnly swear.”

[alivewithmagic]

He laughed at his silliness and scooted to give her room before sliding the notepad with his ideas over to him. “Honestly, this wouldn’t go into the current book I’m working on but you know me. I always tend to jump to the next one.” He tried to pretend that letting others read his raw, unfinished work didn’t make him incredibly nervous. Especially because it was SID of all people. She’d been honest with him before and it helped improved his work tenfold.

He squirmed and turned to play with the fake paint palette he has made for his costume while she read. “I’ve got a few days off,” he stated, his focus fixed intently on a pumpkin sitting on the opposite end of the table. “I know you’re busy but there’s a scary movie marathon on tv and I know you like them so if you wanna… ya know, come over, you can. We’ll order food and stuff…. You know if you’d like to?”

This was what going insane felt like. He was sure of it….

[girlsorcery]

𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐞 & 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬:

Open to: @sweetlyspun

Where: Sycamore Hills Pumpkin Patch

Time: 8:00 pm

———————-

James has planned to carve a pumpkin. It was another spooky ritual he had been denied as a child and it looked like fun; good, wholesome, messy fun. He has lost himself in people watching though, smiling as kids squealed and giggles as they shoved their little hands into the pumpkin guts and their parents did their best to avoid a horrible mess.

That has devolved into working on his book, his notebook opened in front of him as he took notes for possible Halloween ideas for his buggy buddies to participate in. He even sketched out a few drawing ideas, interrupted only by more people watching. It was a very introverted thing to be doing in the midst of all the festivities.

He looked up and froze as he saw a familiar figure across from the way. Sid. He would know her anywhere. His cheeks flushed as he cast his gaze down at his loopy handwriting and rough sketches. He had known Sid since he was eighteen and he had the same reaction every time. He should have probably told her how he felt but something stopped him. He had gone through so much rejection in his life that Sid turning him down might just kill him. At least he had her as a friend and, to him, that was equally important.

He stood and waved, beckoning her over. “Hey Sid the Sloth. You having fun yet?”

Naturally, Sidonie would have much rather been indoors during all the festivities —— she had an influx of orders for her shop around each holiday, Halloween differing none. Yet she felt an intangible pull toward the pumpkin patch, as it had always reminded her of her dearest companion. Her wits weren’t rotten like the proverbial apple; there were unspoken truths on her part, sparse moments where she’d forget herself and reach for a hand she was unsure would intertwine with hers. If only she could see reality as it was. In fact, everyone was fated to see the world as if it were the back of a tapestry. While the front-facing view was complex and undoubtedly beautiful, what mortals saw were the ragged fabrics and muddied colors.

A fond smile reached her lips upon hearing the nickname. She seemed to garner a new one each passing day. “Mon cherie,” she greeted blithely, approaching him with careful steps so she didn’t interfere in anyone’s carving. “Not as much as you are, I’m sure. I’m surprised I could pluck your head out from that book of yours.”

The witch stood comfortably beside him. “What have you been working on? And do I have the pleasure of seeing any of it?” Honey eyes met his gaze as she leaned in not-so subtly to try and peek at his drawings. They were always so fascinating to her, just as much as her own hobbies had been.

[alivewithmagic]

Oh…. You know….” He laughed with a shrug. “It is what it is….” He much would have rather been inside with a big book and some coffee or tea. “It’s not bad though.” He sat beside her and inhaled the scent of her perfume discretely as she tried to see what he had been writing. “Please, Sid. I always have time for you,” he said softly before clearing his throat.

“Oh, non! Pas encore vous ne le faites pas !” He exclaimed, playfully trying to shield his work from her while knowing full well that she got to proof everything he did before his editors got a look at it. “Mademoiselle, I must ask you a serious question,” he tried to hide a grin.

“Do you solemnly swear that what you see tonight will remain secret? Even if you are tickle tortured for the information?”

[alivewithmagic]

Open to: @sweetlyspun

Where: Sycamore Hills Pumpkin Patch

Time: 8:00 pm

———————-

James has planned to carve a pumpkin. It was another spooky ritual he had been denied as a child and it looked like fun; good, wholesome, messy fun. He has lost himself in people watching though, smiling as kids squealed and giggles as they shoved their little hands into the pumpkin guts and their parents did their best to avoid a horrible mess.

That has devolved into working on his book, his notebook opened in front of him as he took notes for possible Halloween ideas for his buggy buddies to participate in. He even sketched out a few drawing ideas, interrupted only by more people watching. It was a very introverted thing to be doing in the midst of all the festivities.

He looked up and froze as he saw a familiar figure across from the way. Sid. He would know her anywhere. His cheeks flushed as he cast his gaze down at his loopy handwriting and rough sketches. He had known Sid since he was eighteen and he had the same reaction every time. He should have probably told her how he felt but something stopped him. He had gone through so much rejection in his life that Sid turning him down might just kill him. At least he had her as a friend and, to him, that was equally important.

He stood and waved, beckoning her over. “Hey Sid the Sloth. You having fun yet?”

[alivewithmagic]

Halloween hadn’t truly been a thing when James was younger. Not in Britain anyway. Now that he was in American with more opportunities to do things though, he was hesitantly excited to take part in it. He had pieced his Bob Ross costume together out of things he’d had on hand and was happy to get himself out and about. He was alone but truly, he didn’t mind it. He was more than happy enough to be apart of the large group wandering the pumpkin patch.

He watches people at the fringes of it all, complimenting costumes and accepting compliments on his own. Finally he crouched down before one medium sized pumpkins, taking in the size and shape of it, an idea taking hold as he plucked it with plans to take it home.

He paused when he saw a costume he wasn’t able to place. He gently tapped them on the shoulder. “I’m so sorry to bother you. I just can’t place your costume. Would you mind telling me who it is?”

[vitanilyons]

alivewithmagic​:

“Oh! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to frighten you!” James exclaimed with a friendly laugh. He watched as she showed off her costume and then grinned wider when realization dawned. “Oh! I see it now! Brilliant! Did you make it yourself? I don’t imagine that something that well made can be store bought now a days.” He had to admit the idea of someone making their costumes from scratch was a lovely idea to him. The only things he could sew were holes in his socks which was nice so he didn’t have to spend loads on socks but… definitely not something to help him with his costuming abilities. He looked up with a soft smile. “He’s kind of my hero,” James admitted with quiet reverence. “I fall asleep watching his old videos every night. It only seemed proper.”

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Vitani waved her hands at him with a small smile on her lips, “Don’t worry about it -- I was more surprised than scared, you don’t have to apologize.” She shifted her weight then stepped a little closer to him so that they could have an actual conversation. She didn’t talk to many people outside of her circle, so this was interesting. But... she had recently met someone she never thought she’d have liked so much, so now she was willing to give anyone a chance. “Yeah! I did make it myself, thank you for noticing, and for the compliment.” HE had said it was well-made and that made her feel good. She’d put a lot of time and effort into the costume, but she always did. Sewing was kind of her little hobby. “Yeah! Bob Ross is great. I have his channel on Pluto favorited. I watch it to relax sometimes. Do you ever try to paint with him? I don’t think I could do what he does, even though he makes it seem so easy...” She sighed then held out her hand, “I’m Vitani, by the way.”

[alivewithmagic]

“That is most certainly a talent I don’t possess!” He laughed. “The last time I tried to do more than patch up a tear in one of my shirts I pricked my fingers past al recognition!” He shook his head with a rueful smile. “I suppose we all have our talents though, so I can’t be too upset.” He felt… warm talking to this girl. Not anything… romantic but he could remember a time when he had felt like the loneliest boy in the world with only his aunts for horrid, miserable company. Now he was making friends all his own and there was something about it that excites him, even tho he was quite older. “I have before, yes, but I must say I’m more of a writer than an artist tho I’d be lying if I said he didn’t have quite a bit of baring on how I illustrate them.” He wasn’t trying to brag. It was just a fact but he was quite pleased with what he made and touched that others liked it so much. “Have you ever tried to?”

[alivewithmagic]

Halloween hadn’t truly been a thing when James was younger. Not in Britain anyway. Now that he was in American with more opportunities to do things though, he was hesitantly excited to take part in it. He had pieced his Bob Ross costume together out of things he’d had on hand and was happy to get himself out and about. He was alone but truly, he didn’t mind it. He was more than happy enough to be apart of the large group wandering the pumpkin patch.

He watches people at the fringes of it all, complimenting costumes and accepting compliments on his own. Finally he crouched down before one medium sized pumpkins, taking in the size and shape of it, an idea taking hold as he plucked it with plans to take it home.

He paused when he saw a costume he wasn’t able to place. He gently tapped them on the shoulder. “I’m so sorry to bother you. I just can’t place your costume. Would you mind telling me who it is?”

[vitanilyons]

Vitani was at the pumpkin patch with her family, but she had wandered away from them to do her own thing -- the sounds of children screeching and of parents scolding had been too much for her, and she wanted to enjoy a little bit of the quiet. That was what had brought her to the edge of the pumpkin patch, looking at the pumpkins that were a little bit smaller and therefore not being picked by the families and groups that had come for pumpkins to carve and decorate.

The voice startled her and she jumped just a little before turning to face him with a smile. Her eyes were hidden behind the sparkling black mask and her outfit was skintight and made of the same sparkling black  material. “Cat woman?” She offered, showing her gloved hands with the claws glued on. She had made the thing herself, an homage to Eartha Kitt. “It’s the version from the old TV show... so it looks a little different. But, hey! I love Bob Ross.”

[alivewithmagic]

“Oh! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to frighten you!” James exclaimed with a friendly laugh. He watched as she showed off her costume and then grinned wider when realization dawned. “Oh! I see it now! Brilliant! Did you make it yourself? I don’t imagine that something that well made can be store bought now a days.” He had to admit the idea of someone making their costumes from scratch was a lovely idea to him. The only things he could sew were holes in his socks which was nice so he didn’t have to spend loads on socks but… definitely not something to help him with his costuming abilities. He looked up with a soft smile. “He’s kind of my hero,” James admitted with quiet reverence. “I fall asleep watching his old videos every night. It only seemed proper.”

[alivewithmagic]

Halloween hadn’t truly been a thing when James was younger. Not in Britain anyway. Now that he was in American with more opportunities to do things though, he was hesitantly excited to take part in it. He had pieced his Bob Ross costume together out of things he’d had on hand and was happy to get himself out and about. He was alone but truly, he didn’t mind it. He was more than happy enough to be apart of the large group wandering the pumpkin patch.

He watches people at the fringes of it all, complimenting costumes and accepting compliments on his own. Finally he crouched down before one medium sized pumpkins, taking in the size and shape of it, an idea taking hold as he plucked it with plans to take it home.

He paused when he saw a costume he wasn’t able to place. He gently tapped them on the shoulder. “I’m so sorry to bother you. I just can’t place your costume. Would you mind telling me who it is?”

[alivewithmagic]

[alivewithmagic]

𝔩𝔬𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: the zoo

𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢: 12:00 pm

𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔬: anyone

James had taken the time to pack up his sketch pad, his notebook, and his favorite pens in his favorite travel bag and headed towards the zoo. He only stopped to pick up coffee and something to eat for breakfast before he found himself wandering through the enclosures and their animals. He slowed on occasion to take notes and sketch the animals in their respective books.

He was thinking of ideas for his next book although he has no plans on stopping his current stories as long as he had ideas for them. It was simply that new ideas were always writhing just beneath his skin; leaving footprints in the trails of his brain. He hoped that he got them all down before they finished adventuring in their brain and left him behind.

It went like that for quite some time; wandering, pausing to draw the animal in its enclosure and write something down, sketch them out, and move on. It was only when his stomach growled that he thought perhaps it was time to take a break and grab something to eat. He got himself a soda and a burger and sat back, people watching as he took a break. Someone sat beside him and he couldn’t help but smile. “It’s a lovely day today, if I do say so myself,” he grinned. “Had to stop and take a break.”

[pxiedusted]

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂

𝔩𝔬𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: the zoo

𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢: 12:00 pm

𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔬: anyone

James had taken the time to pack up his sketch pad, his notebook, and his favorite pens in his favorite travel bag and headed towards the zoo. He only stopped to pick up coffee and something to eat for breakfast before he found himself wandering through the enclosures and their animals. He slowed on occasion to take notes and sketch the animals in their respective books.

He was thinking of ideas for his next book although he has no plans on stopping his current stories as long as he had ideas for them. It was simply that new ideas were always writhing just beneath his skin; leaving footprints in the trails of his brain. He hoped that he got them all down before they finished adventuring in their brain and left him behind.

It went like that for quite some time; wandering, pausing to draw the animal in its enclosure and write something down, sketch them out, and move on. It was only when his stomach growled that he thought perhaps it was time to take a break and grab something to eat. He got himself a soda and a burger and sat back, people watching as he took a break. Someone sat beside him and he couldn’t help but smile. “It’s a lovely day today, if I do say so myself,” he grinned. “Had to stop and take a break.”

              ISABELLE BEAUMOUNT WASN’T ONE to wander about, the brunette often citing the possible chaos that could ensue if she left her father alone for longer than it took to get a bathroom break, but duty did call and the young woman had a name to clear, plus a store to save. so that often lead her to run around town, dropping off book orders and most importantly taking the time to explain whatever it is that she had sold. and today’s lucky customer just so happened to be a rather curious looking zoologist, one who the raven haired beauty imagined wouldn’t need much of an explanation about the special ordered they’d have delivered. 

still it was a pity to waste such a nice day and maybe if she wandered around enough… she could pretend to be somewhere else. which was most often the goal for most of her days. pulling out her worn out copy of ‘ the picture of dorian gray ‘ the young woman wandered about the zoo, with no care or interest for the animals meant to capture her attention ⸺ no instead belle found herself immersed in the pages of a story she already knew, one that held favorite chapters and quotes. attention as was her usual, was focused everywhere but her surroundings and as such, she wouldn’t have noticed who’s space she had invaded had the familiar sound not pulled her away from the printed words on the novel page. 

“ is it now? “ she questioned with a quirk of a brow, an involuntary smile forming on her features as her doe eyed gaze made contact with the light of the young man’s own eyes. “ i think the smell… might take away from it. “ she gestured towards their surroundings, before a soft laugh slipped past her lips. “ then again that could just be me. “ she rambled on for a second before she stopped herself, realizing she hadn’t really greeted him, not properly anyway. 

“ hi.. “ she breathlessly offered, as she placed her old novel on the table. “ care for an unwanted plus one? “

[alivewithmagic]

“Oh...” he said, a bark of laughter slipping past his lips before he could stop it. “I hadn’t noticed! I mean... all things considering, I would still class this as a wonderful day. And I haven’t accidentally stumbled upon any mating animals so that’s a bonus. I always feel so awkward witnessing it. Like I walked in on something I shouldn’t have!” 

He watched as she took a gulp of air and said hello, setting her book on the table with a happy thud. “Oh! I’d love that. I’m just wandering around though so be prepared for that. I do like taking notes and sketching while I visit here.” He held up his raggedy old sketchpad and grinned before extending his hand to her. “Hello, there. My name is James.” He stretched and tilted his freckled face to the sun. It was a beautiful day, even in a city that never seemed to sleep and he enjoyed it in a way he hadn’t enjoyed the beach when he’d lived in England. He was enjoying it now. “Is there any animal in particular you’d like to see?” He asked, brow arched inquisitively. “I don’t mind doing repeat visits if I’ve already visited them today.”

[mackayzy]

# bookporn with george mackay ( 1 / ∞ )

[thelovelyvillain]

This is the sweetest thing ever!

[alivewithmagic]

𝔩𝔬𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: the zoo

𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢: 12:00 pm

𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔬: anyone

James had taken the time to pack up his sketch pad, his notebook, and his favorite pens in his favorite travel bag and headed towards the zoo. He only stopped to pick up coffee and something to eat for breakfast before he found himself wandering through the enclosures and their animals. He slowed on occasion to take notes and sketch the animals in their respective books.

He was thinking of ideas for his next book although he has no plans on stopping his current stories as long as he had ideas for them. It was simply that new ideas were always writhing just beneath his skin; leaving footprints in the trails of his brain. He hoped that he got them all down before they finished adventuring in their brain and left him behind.

It went like that for quite some time; wandering, pausing to draw the animal in its enclosure and write something down, sketch them out, and move on. It was only when his stomach growled that he thought perhaps it was time to take a break and grab something to eat. He got himself a soda and a burger and sat back, people watching as he took a break. Someone sat beside him and he couldn’t help but smile. “It’s a lovely day today, if I do say so myself,” he grinned. “Had to stop and take a break.”

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James had left work a bit early but that didn’t mean that work was over. Far from it, he was still talking on the phone to a client as he danced around people taking up more than their fair share of the sidewalk as he talked. While he oftentimes felt overwhelmed in moments like this, he had learned how to navigate through them and, sure enough, by the time he had gotten to where he wanted to be, the phone call was over and he was stepping into persephone’s flower shop with a mildly aggrieved sigh. The smell of growing things made him smile as he did a slow spin in the center of the room before looking for the proprietor. “Good afternoon, Persephone!” He called to her, instantly feeling more at ease surrounded by growing things.