Snapdragon

@dokter-nora

Hello! I'm Nora. Please, make yourself at home. And please don't ever call me Eleanor, or Dr. Drago. Unless I ask that is. I promise I won't bite, unless you ask nicely. I am a lady, after all. -------------------- Independent OC I track dokternora My main timeline is a Pacific Rim universe but I am open and willing to all requests.

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Newt... I still live in the city, downtown sort of, over by the Capitol building. I live on top of a dance studio. Which is convenient for them whenever someone breaks a goddamn toe. I do enjoy listening to the ballet classes coming through my floor, however. But I digress. Above a dance studio over by the Capitol, you really can't miss it. Or.. You can always just text me if you get lost. Or.. I could just drop a pin and have you follow it.. Why don't I just do that. Assuming your phone can achieve such a task.. ;; it's bedtime, sorry to say. Need to try and get a couple of hours before my day tomorrow or I will not be a pretty sight by rehearsal at 7pm. 6:45 am shower it is, two hours and fifty minutes away. I'll reply when I'm working on the rest of my paper in a few hours. Gnight, really glad I decided to message you.

#kaijugroupienewt

Negative on the grizzly bear. Though the amount of body hair I have to control on a daily basis may point to grizzly genes.

So.. Wow. Well. You’re back, at least. And I’m awake.. And. I suppose we can resume life almost as normal? Is there even normalcy for us? I’ll treat that...

Yeah, you can come see me. Do you know where I moved? Hermann is only in London, we could always take a trip. Visit him, I suppose. It's been so long since I travelled.

I have my little arsenal of tools I like to keep with me, I should be able to treat you, crazy. No scratching. Dokter Nora will make you feel better -winks,- hurry over now.

#her concern is more of a protective sister who rolls her eyes at her brother's dumb shenanigans #but it's concern nonetheless

kaijugroupienewt

I guess mean , I don’t know…. are you okay?

Yeah hi! It’s me! Um. I guess I had a bit of like a breakdown or whatever and I went travelling on some money I got on lecture tours and got lost? In the South Pacific?

...

Negative on the grizzly bear. Though the amount of body hair I have to control on a daily basis may point to grizzly genes.

So.. Wow. Well. You're back, at least. And I'm awake.. And. I suppose we can resume life almost as normal? Is there even normalcy for us? I'll treat that infection, by the way, please don't try and handle it yourself. You may lose an arm.

;;

#ooc #my roommate is seriously hindering my desire to get high and pass out #and I'm so frustrated with her #it's probably because the shuttle sucks and she's sitting around waiting but #:c #I want to smoke

kaijugroupienewt

are you okay?

Uh.. Define okay.. Medically speaking, I guess I’d say I’m fine…

… Wait. Newt.. Oh my.. God. Where the fuck have /you/ been?

kaijugroupienewt

I guess mean , I don’t know…. are you okay?

Yeah hi! It’s me! Um. I guess I had a bit of like a breakdown or whatever and I went travelling on some money I got on lecture tours and got lost? In the South Pacific?

HonestlyIlostmymindandgotreallyhighandonlyjustmadeitback

I mean, I sort of went to sleep a handful of months ago and.. Only just woke up. Just a casual coma, not a big deal.. I should probably get to the bottom of... That. Remind me to do some research on random, long-term comas?

I... Oh. Well.. Are you okay now? No serious injuries or diseases? Just a couple of weeks of being high and traveling the Southeast Asia. I like that. I wish I could have been awake to go with you.

#nora is concerned #she has just woken up and is stupid with CONCERN

I’m… I’m awake. It’s been so long. How long have I been sleeping?

(Oh, not as long as you think. I’ve been busy, you know.)

And so that means I have to sleep for a fucking year?

(Cool your jets, Drago. Yes, that’s what it means.)

kaijugroupienewt

are you okay?

Uh.. Define okay.. Medically speaking, I guess I'd say I'm fine...

... Wait. Newt.. Oh my.. God. Where the fuck have /you/ been?

#I guess you can't change the type of reblog anymore?#at least on the iOS app #that's silly

I'm... I'm awake. It's been so long. How long have I been sleeping? (Oh, not as long as you think. I've been busy, you know.) And so that means I have to sleep for a fucking year? (Cool your jets, Drago. Yes, that's what it means.)

#Nora muse has returned for a short but indefinite period of time #probably because I've taken too many stimulants

Back again @oberstlanda

For a man so eloquent, for someone so charismatic and always aware of his situation, Hans was at a loss of words. It befuddled him as to the reason why Nora had showed up to his home so suddenly, but then again, he also had no idea why she even left. Without warning or instigation, she disappeared. He bit his lip when she looked at him, finding something he could possibly say to her.

He swallowed hard and cleared his throat. He didn’t lead her to the living room, he didn’t offer her tea or coffee, he didn’t even invite her to sit down. Instead, he stood awkwardly, searching for any sign of regret or remorse in Nora’s face, but all he saw was fear and that hurt him even more.

"What… do you want?" he asked, trying not to sound upset, but he was and he couldn’t contain it. "Why are you here? To leave again? I don’t think you realized how emotionally invested I was in to you, Nora. You leaving destroyed me… but now… here you are. And why? You look at me with fear! Was this to rub salt in the wound??" Instead of looking angry or ready to strike, Hans looked weak. He was not intimidating in the least. He looked broken, as if any moment his knees would give, and he’d fall down on to them.

"I- I. I just wanted to see you?" Nora finally sputtered out, her gaze shifting to the ground as he went on, pouring his heart out. "Please don't yell.." she mumbled. Really she had no standing to even request that. She deserved everything he could possibly throw at her, she did. But his yelling made his speech especially clear and that she could not handle. That harshness of German compared to the sweetness of her native Dutch. Even that cut into her skin like razors. It sliced at her hair and left incisions on her flesh until it deformed her just like the words and his grief did within her.

"I never... I never left with the intention of being gone for so long. I did not.." Slowly, Nora's gaze shifted up to look him in the eye. "I felt unsafe.. And I feared that not even you could protect me, though I wished and hoped that you could. It would have been too much to ask of you. I had to leave.." It was a wonder she could even speak by the time she was finished, all of the emotional exhaustion she had experienced over the last few weeks (or was it months? It could have been years, it felt so long) had caused her to finally break. Her voice quivered until it wavered, wavered until she was sure it would not be long until she was just sobbing to herself like a child.

Just as she had imagined Hans' monstrous side, she fantasized about being protected in his arms. About him shielding her from Nazis that were looking for her. She left to protect herself, but to protect him just as well. Her name had come across his desk, she was informed the day she fled, not Eleanor Drago, but her birth name. The name that marked her a Jew, named her an enemy of the state.

Back again @oberstlanda

Feet carried her despite her brain having temporarily short circuited. Except they carried her backwards, away from the door. The sight of him scared her. Sometimes when she thought of going back to Hans, she thought of him as a killer, imagined what he looked like when he was killing innocent people who happened to share the same blood as she. That image, the monstrosity she had made him in their separation, had burned into her mind and now at the sight of him she felt so frightened that if she were not stunned she would dart off.

She kept her distance from him, watching his dropped jaw and bewildered eyes, looking for any possible hint of anger. Some sort of indication that she may be in danger. She did not see it, but kept her guard up regardless. “Perhaps… This was a mistake..” Nora wasn’t even entirely sure she spoke those words. It all sounded so far away.

Nora looked frightened, as if she had been sent to his door to meet her demise. This confused Hans but the shock of seeing her there in the first place had clouded his judgement. All logic would have told him to close the door on her, never see her again. He should have been angry, and he should have left her back all the way out of the building. But he could not bring himself to do so.

"No!" he said quickly after what she said. He saw how she flinched when he spoke and he tried to regulate the level of his voice. Was she frightened of him? "No… no don’t go. Please…" Hans did not beg. He would have never reduced himself to such a low. But seeing Nora in front of her for the first time, only for her to threaten she’d leave once more had caused him great pain. "Please, Nora. Come in. Can we talk?"

She stopped dead when he nearly shouted, her whole body shuddering. With his softer voice her eyes opened, looked upon him and saw the desperation. Nora nodded slowly, tempted to add that she'd prefer he stay at least three feet away and not to make any sudden movements lest she anger him to the point of just finishing her off right there. She didn't, that would hurt Hans' feelings and she'd done enough of that, hadn't she?

Nora took a few hesitant steps forward, watching him carefully, a few more steps, eyes back on him. And then she was in the door, back in the apartment she spent far less time in than they had at her apartment. For a brief moment, before she really allowed herself to take in her surroundings, she remembered the nights she gave him piano lessons. Slightly drunk and very nervous she had been, but the nights were nothing short of magical nevertheless. In their own manner, anyway.

Nora turned to Hans, looked up to him with widened sad eyes, and did not say a word. She hadn't the slightest idea what to even say, and if she had, she wouldn't have been able to articulate it. She couldn't even give a reasonable explanation as to why she was even there, but there she was.

Back again @oberstlanda

Nora could not help but shake despite the warm spring air as she walked closer and closer still to Hans’ apartment. This was stupid. She was so stupid for hurting him and then going back again. She was a bitch. She did not deserve his forgiveness or his compassion. Yet there she was and there she went. They should have met somewhere public, in case he decided to kill her. He did sort of know, after all. Nothing was candidly admitted, but she had a feeling he knew. Her consciousness returned again at the sight of his door, where she was firmly planted before it, fist up to knock yet frozen in place. Her rapping on the door was hesitant, her arms still shaking with the rest of her body.

The knock on the door was unexpected. He did not receive visitors. When he was not working or in his office, Hans spent his time alone in his apartment, undisturbed by those who were unconcerned by his well being. He glanced up at the door for a moment before placing a book mark between the pages he had been reading, and set the book down on the end table. He stood, made his way to the door, and opened it slowly. There she stood, and Hans’ heart jumped but then sank into his stomach. He felt both elated and sick. Was this a dream? Had he fallen asleep in the middle of reading Nietzsche’s philosophy on the human condition? His lips parted and his eyes stared into hers with disbelief. “Nora? …”

Feet carried her despite her brain having temporarily short circuited. Except they carried her backwards, away from the door. The sight of him scared her. Sometimes when she thought of going back to Hans, she thought of him as a killer, imagined what he looked like when he was killing innocent people who happened to share the same blood as she. That image, the monstrosity she had made him in their separation, had burned into her mind and now at the sight of him she felt so frightened that if she were not stunned she would dart off.

She kept her distance from him, watching his dropped jaw and bewildered eyes, looking for any possible hint of anger. Some sort of indication that she may be in danger. She did not see it, but kept her guard up regardless. "Perhaps... This was a mistake.." Nora wasn't even entirely sure she spoke those words. It all sounded so far away.

#How upset would you be if I implied that Hans took back the piano he had bought for her in case she were to return #because that thought just came to mind and wow look at all these feels

Back again @oberstlanda

Nora could not help but shake despite the warm spring air as she walked closer and closer still to Hans’ apartment. This was stupid. She was so stupid for hurting him and then going back again. She was a bitch. She did not deserve his forgiveness or his compassion. Yet there she was and there she went. They should have met somewhere public, in case he decided to kill her. He did sort of know, after all. Nothing was candidly admitted, but she had a feeling he knew. Her consciousness returned again at the sight of his door, where she was firmly planted before it, fist up to knock yet frozen in place. Her rapping on the door was hesitant, her arms still shaking with the rest of her body.

I feel like I've just woken from a months long slumber...

I don't know where I've been but I really got sick of being away. Hello everyone...

... I needed some time to think.

Oh I see…

I apologize for being… Difficult. You understand my vulnerability in the matter…

I suppose… but I’m beginning to believe that my value of the relationship we had was a great deal higher than the value you held it to be.

Nora felt incited by this accusation, and straightened her back in response, "Oh is that so, Colonel?"

... I needed some time to think.

Oh I see…

I apologize for being... Difficult. You understand my vulnerability in the matter...

//so. I've just decided I've lost my muse for Nora. She's off doing something else right now and allowing me to deal with my life. Maybe I'll be back. Maybe I won't. We'll see.

thepsychopharmacologist

"So, are you the only American that doesn't make himself thanksgiving dinner?"

"no… probably not…" he shrugged. "i do enjoy cooking but no one speaks to me or knows me wellenough for me to invite them into my home…."

"Oh.. Right," looks down, "you could've had Newt and I over. If you wanted people. I'm not a bad cook myself."

//Mun is bored, awake, and writing a paper that she's taking frequent distractions from. So she reblogged a couple of things. Indulge Nora?

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