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CRIMSWORDS ; dependent blog for basgaithrp.
DONNACHA BRADLEY ; third year wingleader ( intro, pinterest, playlist )
SEREIA AUGUSTUS ; first year cadet ( intro, pinterest, playlist )
LUCIEN NICHOLS ; first year cadet ( intro, pinterest, playlist )
penned by bonnie.
ABBOTT ELEMENTARY 🍎S01E09 "Step Class"
“well, starting your little tale with the whole 'according to ancient texts' thing can certainly do that people. most of them just don't have such fine appreciation for learning.” adrienne mutters before raising her cup with a subtle smile, amused by the histrionic scene that had just unfolded before her eyes. “nevertheless, the way that person just walked away was ice cold. i must say that i'm impressed.”
lucien offers the other a grateful smile, figuring that she's just trying to cheer him up. "well, i'm interested to see how they react in classes then." he's not saying he's a teacher's pet or anything, but honestly, he absolutely is. he laughs, but there's little humor in it. "i guess the cut throat attitudes have already started then." lucien grossly underestimated these people.
the sorry sight is enough to curl a genuinely sympathetic grin curling her lips, couldn't help but overhear and witness this hard to watch situation. being in the vicinity makes it easy for her to motion him to carry on. hastily prompting the cadet to continue with the knowledge he seems so eager to share, for sabina is equally eager to hear of it. and maybe he'll find her a better public than the restless rider he's tried to entertain.
considering how the last conversation went, lucien's timid to actually continue the conversation. "are you sure?" he goes to ask the other, chewing the inside of his cheek, a nervous habit that he knows will only get worse being here. "i don't think the history of the codex is something that people normally talk about parties like this."
Kyler watched on as the cadet's words lingered in the air, left incomplete as his conversation partner abruptly walked off. Being of academics, it was disheartening to see someone's enthusiasm for a subject met with disinterest or interruption; knowledge is key and it's what keeps most of the students alive, especially first years. With a mix of curiosity and concern, Kyler approached, hands tucked behind his back, "Finish that statement, Cadet." Voice firm but lacking authority. "I'm curious."
lucien instantly straightens at the professor, and he's glad he hasn't been making a fool of himself by drinking too much. he's always so focused on first impressions. "oh, uh. good evening, professor," lucien all but stutters out, placing his empty cup to the side. "it was just my attempt at small talk," he waves his hand with a nervous laugh. "i'm sure it's something you already know, and i could even be wrong!" lucien stops before he could continue rambling. "what is that you teach?"
safiya isn't one to eavesdrop but the trainwreck was just too enticing not to notice. "that looked painful," safiya comments after she looks at the other walking away, looking back at the cadet after a heartbeat, "don't worry. they'll be coming to you when they need help with one of their classes." history of navarre never was one of safiya's fortés, either. "you seem like you like scribes. why aren't you in that quadrant?"
there's still a slight sour and more embarrassed expression on lucien's face, lips pressed together. his first actual day and he's already annoying people. "it was that bad?" lucien asks, though he doesn't need an answer; he already knows. with a huff, he tries his best to relax and not overthink what this means. "i don't know, maybe they'll think i'll bore them." which would be okay with him; he won't be able to say no to people who ask for tutoring. lucien's expression changes slightly to one that isn't too clear on what it is. "oh, well. my entire family is made of scribes, basically." he pauses, debating on whether or not to continue. "but my sister was here last year, so." lucien doesn't know where to go from there, and he hopes there's enough unsaid for safiya to realize what he means.
to be frank, jethi didn't exactly know how she should be acting. clearly the cadet was not the poster child for excitement, but she didn't want to necessarily pull attention by being negative. her stiff stature and near blank expression certainly wasn't doing her any favors there. the other's voice pulls jethi from her thoughts and back to being conscious of her actual expressions. ' i don't think pep is usually a word used to describe me, ' while her tone was on the flat end, it was a small attempt at a joke. she recognized the other cadet, and had noted how well the other had done on the parapet. ' i could leave that to you. '
"i had no idea," sereia gives the other cadet a look, but there's still a light in her eyes. jethi seems like she just needs someone to cheer her up, and ser has automatically thought she needs to be the one to help. "or," she draws out, a smile displayed across her features, "you can join me. i have plenty to share."
morrigan bites her bottom lip as her eyes catch that reaction of his. she damns her own response to it, much like she damns the way her body reacts to his, feeling a pull to it in the same amount her mind tells her it's a bad fucking idea ( as if their dragons haven't already made things complicated ). "right back at you, donnacha." he's insufferable, really ⸻ the way he carries himself like he's better than everyone else, how the smell of pine goes wherever he goes, how she's annoyingly aware whenever he walks into a room. she wants him gone from her mind and she's not entirely sure cold turkey will do. "lapse of judgement? is that what you tell yourself when you can't sleep at night because you can't stop thinking about me?" maybe he is right ⸻ maybe she is projecting the curse of his existence in her mind onto his own. "i think," she starts, and stubbornness might be a trait they share, "you're underestimating my resolve to keep my impulses in check this year." it would be so easy, too easy to simply let herself go and say it was a one and done, cleanse him from her mind and, perhaps, her body would not react to his breath on her ear like it had: eyes closed for a moment, shivers down her spine, a warmth in her skin that makes it seem like his hands are made of fire. still, she pushes and pushes and pushes and her hands drop to his own on her waist and slowly guide them to where she's seen him look many times before. "and i think you're overestimating your own." words spoken as her hands return to where they were, twirling a strand of his hair as she teases him more.
donnacha hates how his gaze shifts from her eyes to her lips as she bites it, hates how hearing his name come from them makes him feel. she's a giant thorn in his side that he's stuck with for the rest of his life ( and how he wishes he was just being dramatic about it all ). don ignores her question, eyes flicking back to meet hers. "and how many times do you tell yourself that before you sleep?" he asks, his voice quieter than it's been, the hint of a smile appearing. it's not like he's deflecting, but he is. "maybe i'm just basing it off of past behaviors," he replies, all too smug to be just as tempted as she is to give in to her. donnacha can't see for sure, but he knows their closeness has a similar effect on mor, it has to. don lets her lead his hands, his breathing becoming shakier than it normally is when he's around her. his lips spread into a smile, and he knows that this is as much for her as it is for him. he decides to take his time moving down her hips, and it's agonizing for him because he'd rather be doing this somewhere more private. but he has to tell himself that this all just a test. "you think you know so much," he whispers, looking at her with heat in his eyes. she does though, and he hates how she knows him. donnacha's lips press together as his hands move to cup her thighs, easily picking her up and placing her on the railing behind them. there's still barely any space between the two of them as one of his hands reach up to cup her cheek, his hand resting on the soft skin of her cheek. "but i'm going to prove you wrong," he tells her with a smile. there's just the right amount of space between them for their lips to connect if one of them moves forward only slightly, but don's determined for it not to be him just yet.
hearing her wing leader’s voice, malia glances over her shoulder and shares a warm smile with him. “ every single one of them and honestly I’m happy for them. might as well have fun while you still can. " she shrugs, taking a sip from her own drink. “ tomorrow we can whip them into shape.” eyebrows raise at his last comment, “ you’re saying I wasn’t chaotic ? " chaotic was the last word one probably thought when it came to malia calderas. she was highlighting a training schedule for her squad less than twelve hours ago.
he should have known that malia would be the one to have a positive outlook on all this. maybe he shouldn't let his general disdain on parties ruin the fun. but he probably still will be grumpy no matter what. "you're right. we should probably start with sprints tomorrow morning," don teases, but there's a chance he actually will start them with an insane amount of physical activity. malia's joke makes him smile, and he does feel slightly more at ease with her around. "oh, that's right. you were the one giving us all headaches all the time."
every reaction she gets out of him ( whether it's a smirk or a roll of his eyes ) is a small victory to morrigan ⸻ she's just not quite sure in what game, specifically and who exactly is at the forefront right now. "make up your mind, don," she starts, head tilting as her tone borders on a whisper, "is it a dream or a nightmare when i'm involved, hm?" right now, it feels like just one push might drive her over the edge and be the one to give in. and when his hands find her waist, she cannot be thankful enough he cannot hear her heartbeat. morrigan leans her body into his ( more than happy to be the one to push and push and push ) as her hands run up his chest and onto the back of his neck. "i'd say i could refresh your memory but what would be the fun in that, right?" she would rather not think about how she doesn't need her dragon to influence this pull don has on her, forever something she'd not admit to. fingers start to play with the strands of his hair, eyes on his as she considers her next words. "who says there is anything other than me wanting to see just how far i can push you, bradley?"
donnacha knows that this game of theirs can't go on forever, and as much as he would like to, he still won't be the one to lose. there's only the faintest hint of a smile displayed across his features at the question. "you're an absolute nightmare," he says after a moment of considering the question, his own voice a whisper. her leaning into him and her touch at the base of his neck sends chills down his spine. for a moment, there's a clench of his jaw, trying his hardest to not lose all the progress and self control. luckily, she gives him something else to think about, and it would be entirely too fun. if he isn't careful, he's going to have to start reciting battle strategies because of her. "we'll call it a lapse in judgement," he says, looking down at her. he doesn't need to admit to anything, despite his own dragon making comments about it out of the blue. don can feel his muscles tense at her playing with his hair, and morrigan is going to be the end of him, but still. the two of them play this game almost too well. "you're more than welcome to," he says softly before leaning in, close enough to where his lips almost brush her ear. "but i think you'll find my self control is much better than yours."
"there isn't a chance in hell we were." lyra sighed as she looked back at the wing leader. maybe it was because their group was larger, the people lost on the parapet not such a large portion given how many had been successful. "we knew what was to be expected...i actually think i was trying not to throw up on anyone at any given time."
at least lyra agrees with him. there's something about this class that he does think will give all the squad and wing leaders headaches at least once a day. "it was hard to think of partying like this with so much on the line." don admits because he wasn't worried about making it past the challenges, only worried about making his family proud. "looks like we're going to have our work cut out for us this year."
STARTER FOR: @riderborn
donnacha offers the random squad leader a small smile as they leave, undoubtedly to make their rounds to the other wingleaders. don takes a sip of his drink with a sigh. he doesn't think he groveled for his current position like that one just did. these parties are always going to be the bane of his existence, he's sure of it. he's looking around the room, seeing if anyone would even notice his absence before his eyes meet a familiar pair. donnacha keeps his expression cool and unbothered as he gives aylin a nod. "aylin," he says as an indifferent greeting. "you look like you're having as much fun as i am."
First years, they were so damn stupid. Of course everyone changed of the course of a year, but she just knew that riders, cadets went through a bigger transformation than any one and it was hard to believe she’d been stood in this place herself just twelve months ago. “In your sleep? No but there is nothing stopping anyone from getting you now.” Her sigh was loud, the others blatant disregard for her safety a sure fire sign she wouldn’t have to worry about her making it to the threshing. “There are more than a dozen cadets here stone cold sober, at least one of them is planning several murders.” She’d bet her coins on it.
sereia purses her lips together, considering eliana's words carefully. "eh, i think i'll be fine," she determines before taking a drink from her cup. "but i'm sure there's even more people drunk, so i don't think i have to worry too much." at least, that's what she's telling herself. "are you at least having some fun?"
morrigan rolls her eyes even if the corner of her mouth curls into an amused smirk. "i am too tipsy to even deal with that shitty salute," she jokingly comments ⸻ she's not that beddor. "what? you don't like it? it gives you something to think back to when they start reading names you know off the death roll." morrigan looks around before her eyes are on sereia again. "i thought you'd be drunk enough to not think about that shit at this point, cadet." a tease.
"damn, looks like i'll have to practice, squad leader," ser says with a grin of her own. the people in basgiath are different than what she expected, but she thinks it's good. she shakes her head, "no, i love it. but i shouldn't get used to this, should i?" just a slight damper on her mood, but sereia bounces back quickly. "let me finish this drink, and i can promise you that i will be."
STARTER FOR: @riderborn
"is it bad that now i'm starting to second guess drinking this much?" she asks the other, nose crinkled as she looks to the half empty class in her hand. "don't we have classes or something tomorrow?" now, she'll be starting her first year hungover.
OPEN STARTER
"well, yeah. but if you read all the ancient texts, the founders actually used the help of the scribes to⎯⎯" lucien's cut off when the person he was talking to walks off. his shoulders slumped a little, he moves to take a sip of his first ( and only ) drink he's ever had. "tough crowd, i guess."
