Eva & Ivan

Without love, what do you have left?

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[ ooc: after six whole years, Natasha is moving away. This will be my last post here for the foreseeable future, and quite likely for good.

here’s the thing:  in order to feel really comfortable in the rpc again and 1) not overwhelmed by being here and working three jobs and taking care of my health and attempting to put a little time into my other hobbies and my family, 2) not feel either pressured to do various things or interact with people where I don’t necessarily feel entirely valued for a variety of reasons, 3) not be anxious about a dash that moves fast and also requires me to leave on notifications for things I’ve tumblr savior’d just in order to load pages because so much is blocked, and 4) generally just needing a massive change to kick myself into gear… I’ve decided I’m going to need to majorly downsize. 

I understand that this will probably upset some people, offend some of you, etc. I know some of you who are invested in me will be disappointed to have me go. some of you will wonder why I’ve chosen to continue interacting with some people and not others. I’m sorry in advance. The bottom line is that I love writing, I love RPing, and I need to take some steps to be able to continue doing that. 

I may re-follow people in stages, as and when I feel okay to do so, but it will not be everyone and I won’t interact with anyone I don’t follow first. (Right now I follow 250+ blogs. Never again, yeesh.) This is not a reflection on you ic or ooc, this is just something I need for myself. I appreciate each of you and your presence and the fact that you’ve been with me throughout this journey, and I hope that the world brings you good things. 

Thank you for everything!! Please take care of yourselves, and as always, be good to each other. ♥️ ]

[andsunrise]

[ This applies to Eva & Ivan as well, thank you! ]

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“Excuse me sir, you can’t read.” / from Ivan being a lil brat to his dad lmao

Bucky groans, foolish for having thought his slight stumble over the word ‘ pomegranate ’ would have gone unnoticed by Ivan. More foolish still for having thought he would have gotten away with it without Ivan drawing attention to it. 

‘ Alright, smart aleck, your turn. ’ He ruffles his son’s hair affectionately before his hand returns to the book to keep the page open for them. Two books part of Ivan’s assigned reading for first grade lay next to them on the bed, Ivan having zipped through them within five minutes, in a hurry to get to the more interesting stuff, a novel about three unlikely friends exploring old Arabia that he and Bucky have been working through that week. 

Ivan eagerly pulls the book closer to him in his lap, and Bucky lets go to place his arm around his shoulders, settling in for the read. Between him and Natasha, the house was already brimming with books, and at the rate Ivan was going, he’d be making his way through all those books before he hit double digits. 

Ivan picks up where Bucky had left off, with the perfect pronunciation of ‘ pomegranate, ’ at which Bucky digs his fingers into his ribs for, but not so much that they lose their place in the book, and Ivan sets a steady pace reading aloud, slowing down when he comes to a word he hasn’t seen written down before to sound it out and then continuing full steam ahead when Bucky doesn’t need to correct him, in the careful, patient reading voice that kids have. 

By the time they reach the end of the chapter, the finger that Ivan had been following the words with is starting to slip, his head lolling against Bucky’s chest. Perfectly on time, he hears the padded footsteps of Natasha chasing Eva into her own bedroom for bed. @andsunrise

[andsunrise]

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“Is it blueberry?” Celeste piped up and looked at the muffin with eyes shining with excitement as it was put before her. A nod was given from Karen and the little girl worked on ripping off the paper from the muffin so she could dig into the muffin.

Karen was smiling but her attention moved back to Ivan. “It’s not a problem, Ivan. Enjoy the muffin. It’s why I bought it.” And then there was a call of her name, Karen sliding out of the seat to go grab their drinks. She handed off the drinks when she returned, Celeste’s own drink smaller than Ivan and Karen’s, and then Karen settled back in her chair to take a piece of muffin from Celeste.

“What were you two talking about while I was gone?” she asked, smiling at the young man.

     Ivan tucked his phone away and gratefully took the tea and the muffin. He wasn’t what one would call a growing boy anymore — he’d become a bit of a beanpole in high school and then petered out — but his appetite hasn’t quite diminished yet. He needs the energy to power his obsessive work, though his projects are largely by choice. 

     “Ah, we were just talking family. It sounds like Celeste is excited to see her grandfather.” He gives Karen a soft smile. “And I was telling her about my sister and parents. I’ll probably get to see them again next month, when I get a break between semesters at the college.” He’s looking forward to it, but he doesn’t want to just sit around talking about himself. Besides, he’s not a great conversationalist. 

     “So what do you do?” He asks between sips. “As a job, I mean?”

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Peckish. That was an interesting choice of words for the young girl to use. Karen smiled, nodding her head as she looked back in the direction of where the food truck was. “Sitting sounds good. I need to rest for a minute for sure.” Rest was good, and considering Karen was early along in her pregnancy, things were still a little touch and go concerning how she often felt.

The swelling legs was such a pain in the ass. 

“Have you considered joining the FBI? Or even working with Internal Affairs?” The question was serious, curiosity driving forward the conversation as Karen and Eva moved for the front of the park. 

     Eva cocked her head to one side, the way her mother often did when she was thinking, and hummed noncommittally. “I haven’t really thought about it. I mean... okay, this is gonna sound dumb, alright? But my dad was going on and on about the Warren Commission one day? And of course it was supposed to catch the guys behind John F. Kennedy’s assassination, right? But they also investigated the death of Martin Luther King Jr. and found out that his assassination was basically an inside job by the FBI. I know that it probably doesn’t have much to do with what they are now or even like ninety nine percent of what they do or who they’re involved with...” 

     She pauses, because she actually does need to take a breath, and then laughs a little self-consciously at her own ramble. “Anyway the point is that I kind of hate them just a little, whether they deserve it or not. But I guess I could say the same of the cops. I don’t actually know anything about Internal Affairs though, what do they do?”

[andsunrise]

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙵𝙾𝙻𝙺𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙴𝙲𝚃𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄?

cadejo

There is no such thing as Black and White, Good and Evil, Yin and Yang. The world only knows the various greys in-between. Nearly every culture out there has some manifestation of the righteous and the treacherous. The cadejo is no different. Hailing from Central American folklore, the tales of the cadejo varies from country to country but they almost always come in two separate variations. The pure, helpful white dog, and the malevolent, evil black dog.  

The white dog helps to guide lost travellers out of the woods and is the only force which can kill or harm it's evil brethren. The black dog that which cannot be killed, prowls the streets at night, searching for its next victim. Once it chooses its prey, it stalks. Almost nothing can draw its attention from the hunt. Its raspy snarls and soft growls can be heard, usually a sign of the victim's impending doom. Your only chance of escaping its open maw is the intervention of the white cadejo.

You have never been focused on the technicalities of life. Nor have you agreed with many people's boxed-minded views on the concept of good and evil. Nothing in this world is inherently good or evil. You choose to live your life in the grey. This does not make you a bad person. Your life is how you choose to live it and the choices you make along the way. You simply won't allow for moral conflicts to interfere with a logical train of thought. It is this perspective on life which has attracted the cadejo to you. Just be wary of your guardian, it is nearly impossible to tell which one it is until you see it and by then, it's already too late.

caladrius

The shadows are the safest place... They are the place no one will think to look for you. With an unassuming external facade of a simple white bird, the caladrius does not seem like something to pay particular attention to. However, this creature hailing from Roman mythos is capable of a miracle like no other: healing the sick.

​​​​​​The caladrius nestles down on the chests of the diseased and ailing, its fantastical feathers absorb the ailment from the sick. With a mighty caw, it rides skyward, flinging itself and the sickness into the sun's blazing fury. It sacrifices itself for the betterment of others. This is the true beauty of the caladrius. You don't seem like much... You're average. You have always been easily overlooked. The minority. Never had a problem blending into the crowd for a large part of you life. Maybe you have never been the type to readily accept a compliment. Whatever your reason, for a while you were content like this. You are fiercely loyal to your friends, maybe you would even die for them. Beneath your meek demeanour is a burning spirit. One that will not stand to watch other's suffering. The caladrius notices your flame and strives to preserve it. It understands that sometimes, you need to care for yourself before you care for others. Under its protection, you may sense who you can trust and who you should avoid. Just be wary of whom you choose to use your gifts for...Sometimes the cure is worse than the disease.

[andsunrise]

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃  𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙳  𝙾𝙵  𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙱  𝙰𝚁𝙴  𝚈𝙾𝚄 ?

Dandelion

You grew up too fast and all you know is the calluses on your fists and the thousand invisible scars that you pretend don't ache. Your anger burns so bright, so hot or maybe not at all, so deep you could never tell it was there. You are yours and you will defend that to the death after so many years of being ripped apart and denied your own agency and maybe you are still facing the bastards who stole your innocence but you will survive because that's the only thing you know how to do without breaking, the only thing you know besides protect, protect, protect, protect, yourself or sometimes those few others you claim as yours. You are a thousand sharp edges but impenetrable, a traumatized child so covered by thorny armor that you promised yourself you're grown now, you're stronger than anyone who has ever hurt you. You're safe. Nothing will ever hurt you again. You're so alone though sometimes, in a world that sees you as too much or too broken or too angry or too hurt, and you want to scream with the too-much of it, prove that you're okay, that you're self-reliant, that you are strong enough to stake your claim on your body, on your mind, on your heart, on your people, and protect it from any who dare take it away from you. You are the sea in tempest, a howling sky, a tsunami in motion, a force of nature, no matter how much you sometimes yearn to be still, to be safe, to be small. You are a dandelion, stubborn and determined to grow in the rockiest of soil, and bloom again in spring.

Mint

The world is a puzzle, so complex and multifaceted that you long to run your hands through the tapestry of its wonders and stay there forever, lost in the threads and colors and stories. You wish to stay there forever and you tell yourself it's to know the world but maybe it's not, maybe it's a fear that you're not enough, that you're so fragile and helpless in a world that moves too fast, to sharply, too many bright, painful colors that you stay locked inside your mind and thoughts, where you decide the tempo of your world, where you can grow and be as competent, as capable as you want, where the world is as wide as you can imagine it and never out of control unless you want it to be. Your shield is your knowledge, your mind, and you never feel ready enough for the world around you, never feel prepared enough, never safe, and you wonder if things could have been different, if you could have been better, happier, more like everyone else if you'd just known what you know now.

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[andsunrise]

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Celeste, ever-curious, leaned in to look at the picture, giggling at Ivan and his sister together in it. Those wide blue eyes studied each person keenly, taking into memory the people in case they ever saw them in public. When he asked if she had siblings, Celeste shook her head no. “No, mummy and daddy only have me. Daddy is at work right now, and mummy and I were visiting Granddad Ellison.” She’d wanted a sibling, of course, and she’d even asked for a little brother or sister before but she’d always been told it was just not possible. Not now, not ever.

She was about to make a remark when Karen approached, handing off two plates with muffins on them over to the little duo. “Drinks will be ready soon.”

     Ivan smiled at Celeste. He wished he had his grandfather to visit, but the closest person his mom had to a father, and his namesake, had passed away a few years ago. Ivan still missed him dearly. As for his dad, George was still around, but not close enough to visit casually, and it had been a number of years. He’d make time to go soon, he decided. It didn’t do to neglect family. He looked up at Karen as she approached. 

     “Oh I hope the second one’s not for me,” he motioned to the muffin, “you really don’t have to get me anything honestly. Though I appreciate the tea plenty.” He smiled. “Oh, if you’ll excuse me for half a moment, I should text my gaming group and let them know I’m not showing up. They’ll be wondering where I am — I mean, I was looking for an excuse to bail... not that I do that much! They just... anyway, just a sec!” His fingers flew over his phone, brow crinkling in concentration as he sent a few rapidfire messages.

[andsunrise]

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As Eva talked about her some day, a some day that included her being a cop, a good cop, one that helped the people, Karen listened quietly. She was surprised - but not really surprised - that the girl understood even at her current age that the system was corrupt and broken, that it needed changed, that people needed protected and rightly so. A little nod accompanied Eva’s question, blue eyes on her.

“Sounds like a solid plan. Change will have to happen on a political level,” and Karen knew that because Robb had worked to make changes after everything happened in his family, “but it also has to come from within, too, and you are spot on with that. Just remember you will be fighting an uphill battle with that every step of the way.” Finished with her hand, Karen pushed herself up to her full height and tucked everything back into her bag. She had nowhere to be and her talk with Eva was just getting good. “You hungry? I could go for something to eat right about now.”

     Eva agreed — it was hard to change things if the core was rotten. It wasn’t that she had a lot of experience with that, but she saw how often administration at the school had said that their hands were tied when it came to a bully who operated off campus, or to someone who piled verbal abuse on someone instead of physical abuse. She had read up on police officers who had gotten fired for standing up to their colleagues or even preventing harm, and it sickened her.

     The change of subject to food caught her off guard, and she shrugged. She still didn’t know this woman very well, and couldn’t exactly take advantage of her hospitality any further. “I’m good, thanks. You look like you might need a place to sit though? There’s a food truck by the front of the park if you’re feeling peckish, and it’s always out by the benches.”

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[andsunrise]

sevenbulletsavior​:

Karen could do tea. Tea for Ivan, a hot chocolate for Celeste, and coffee for herself. They had nowhere to be and their reunion with Robb would be later that evening for dinner along with Ellison and Lily. The afternoon was for them…and now it included their newfound friend. 

“My name is Celeste,” the small girl responded, grasping Ivan’s wrist as she guided him along with her mother to the café. “That’s my middle name, but it’s what mummy and daddy call me. And everyone else.” She seemed to mull over his own name, humming to herself a little as they entered the building and then she guided him to a table while Karen moved for the counter.

“Do you have a mummy?” Curious, the girl was always curious.

   Ivan was charmed by Celeste immediately. He wondered why she went by her middle name, but it seemed silly to pry, especially when she was so young. The way she held his wrist gently, avoiding where he’d banged up his hands, made him smile fondly at her, and he sat next to her as she pulled him along onto the bench.

   “I do, I’ve got a wonderful mummy, and an amazing daddy too. I’ve also got a big sis who takes good care of all of us. I’m very lucky.” He used his free hand to fish out his phone and show her a picture of them. It was one taken at a New Year’s party by his godfather Steve, and in it his parents were beaming at each other while Eva laughed and ruffled Ivan’s hair. He looked annoyed but it was clearly for show.

   “How about you? Do you have any siblings?”

[andsunrise]

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The shit was what caught Karen off guard the most and she choked out a laugh at it, the burn of tears still present, still pressing, but they were easy enough to ignore when her mind was preoccupied by the younger girls obvious distress at the turn of the conversation. She smiled down at the young girl, feeling the ache in her chest settle in far too comfortably. It was almost all too normal, that feeling.

“It’s okay,” came the reassurance from the older blonde, the Aquaphor now on her hand, Karen slowly pushing herself up to stand. It wasn’t difficult yet, but the swell of her stomach was making things slowly more difficult to deal with.

“It’s been a long time since it happened. He was an amazing brother, though. I understand why you protect your own brother.”

   Eva may not be the most tactful person on earth, that really is Ivan’s job, but she feels keenly and deeply, and knows when to shut up. Obediently she holds out her hand, any complaints that she may have had about the ointment foregone in an effort to make herself more palatable to the woman she’s hurt with her words.

   “Someday,” she says quietly as the woman works, “I’m going to protect lots of people. I’m gonna be a cop – not one of the bastard ones, but one that kicks those bastards out – and I’m gonna help people that need protecting. I figured I’m not cut out for politics where I can sign off on changes to things, but I’m good with speaking with my fists, right? Maybe I could make a difference.”

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