paperweight;

daisy liberato, nineteen, junior. thermokinesis, not that you'll find me using it.

[nicomace]

“Not really. Wanna try it?”

[daisyliberato-blog]

"No thank you."

[dailyptonkin]

[nicomace]

“Nothing more calming than people watching those that are upside down.”

[daisyliberato-blog]

"Is the blood not rushing to your head?"

[sia-malikov]

“Thanks,” with that Sia took the drink and took a sip. The liquid burned her throat though she managed to keep it down. “Sheesh, what are you drinking? Is this straight Tequila?”

[daisyliberato-blog]

Daisy watched the girl as she took a sip of it, and laughed a little when she asked what it was. "You know, I'm not actually sure, but it works." In all honesty, she'd grabbed the first bottle she'd seen in the liquor cabinet in her parent's house before heading over.

[sia-malikov]

“Not as much as you seem to be. What are you drinking? I need a sip of that!”

[daisyliberato-blog]

"Oh-- here! Take it, I don't mind. It's really good, I rpomise."

[daisyliberato-blog]

"So. Are you.. enjoying yourself, so far?"

[hey-addie-blog]

“You look horrible, what’s the matter?”

[daisyliberato-blog]

"It's nothing that concerns you."

[jakebohm-deactivated20231122]

“You don’t look awful. Tired, yeah. Maybe like you’ve been crying—have you been crying? Why were you crying?”

[daisyliberato-blog]

"I'm exhausted, but all I've been doing is sleeping. I've not--.. why is that any o-of your business?"

[theolderbeck]

“I— just said you look like shit in a— concerned way? You’re crying, lady. Should I get you something? Easy there.”

[daisyliberato-blog]

"Concerned? --you shouldn't be uhm.. concerned, not about me, I'm fine. But.. thanks. Thank you."

[daisyliberato-blog]

What-- I look awful? Thanks so much for pointing that out.

[reveriestardust]

Nikolai wasn’t sure what constituted as a proper conversation considering he had so few of them; but idle chatter was not his strong suit. Bless his heart, though, he was trying. The fact that a single question, however, seemed to change her attitude made him curious—and it was encouraging.

Oh London. He’d never been to London; his life consisted of Bellbird and Nightingale only … thus far; but London was certainly on his list. "I would be honored if my first visit to London is for your wedding," he confessed honestly.

[daisyliberato-blog]

The mind of the older brunette wandered off to thinking about her future wedding. It was scary, almost, to Daisy; she was still getting her head around the proposal and having a fiance. She'd asked Victoria to be her Maid of Honour and she was over the moon to hear that she'd accept it. Every time she talked about it, made it all so real. It made her incredibly happy and yet.. nervous.

"I'd love it if you could make it." She told him quietly, after a paise. Daisy wanted to see people there, of course. Walt really did know most of the people at the Institute. But she only had a select few people she'd love to see there, and Nikolai was one of them.

[jakebohm-deactivated20231122]

"Oh! Sorry! Hi." He greeted with an outstretched hand, completely forgetting his manners. "I’m Horus. Pleased to meet you."

[daisyliberato-blog]

Daisy's eyes went to the hand he'd put out for her to shake, and paused before softly shaking it. "Daisy. You too, Horus."

[jakebohm-deactivated20231122]

"Okay. Fair enough."

Horus didn’t understand why someone wouldn’t want to use their gift, but she seemed to want to drop the subject, so he did, too …

[daisyliberato-blog]

Daisy could only smile apologetically; she'd heard the question way too often for her liking, and she couldn't help it if she got defensive. "Sorry. Uhm.. I've never seen you around before."

[reveriestardust]

There were a great many things that Nikolai did not want to talk about—his emotional and mental health being on that list. The Future—ironically—being another.

But to hear that Daisy, at least, was all right … that was a relief; in fact, he gave a slight nod at this information. "Good …" he whispered. "I am glad to hear that." And he was; he was always happy to hear when people were doing well in the present … because future was just too bleak. They deserved to be happy.

Speaking of happy …

"Have you two set date for wedding?" he asked softly, curious …

[daisyliberato-blog]

The swimmer thought about the fact that it was the first time in a few days that she'd had a proper conversation. She hadn't been extremely talkative lately, and she hadn't a clue why. Daisy found it almost funny that the first sh'd had for a while was Nikolai-- the boy who barel;y talked above a whisper and who she knew nothing about. It was pleasant, though. It was a nice conversation.

"Not yet." She smiled, thinking about it. "But we know it's going to be in London. Most everyone will be invited, probably. It's Walt, he knows the whole institute." Daisy chuckled, the entire idea of her wedding fresh in her mind. "You'll be invited, too. I hope you'll make it."

[jakebohm-deactivated20231122]

"Not all the classes. Just the ones that require you to use it … so … I’m guessing you’re one of those who doesn’t like to use your power? Why?”

[daisyliberato-blog]

"That's none of your business. I just choose not to."

[reveriestardust]

Was he okay? Nikolai hated that question sometimes; it forced him to think about himself and exactly what was bothering him. And though he gave no sign of it on the outside (maintaining that calm and reserved exterior), on the inside he suddenly crumpled into a nervous wreck. No … no, he was not okay. He was NEVER okay, and he doubted he ever would be. He just responded with a flick of his fingers to dismiss her question—he didn’t want to answer.

"I see, thank you," he murmured in regards to Walt being more social; at least the other boy had spoken with Valeria; that was something, wasn’t it? Change of subject. "How have you been?" 

[daisyliberato-blog]

Daisy waited with a decreased amount of patience for his answer. With a flick of his fingers, she knew he wouldn't answer. She supposed he wasn't, supposed he simply didn't want to talk about it. The brunette couldn't help but think that the decent thing to do would've been to at least tell her. Then again, Nikolai wasn't known aroudn the Institute for being talkative.

Daisy nodded her head at his 'thanks' and shrugged at his question. She had half a mind not to answer, but she wasn't all so entirely mean. "Fine, thank you." She'd ask him the same, but he already insinuated that he didn't want to talk about himself.

[steverogexs]