𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑒

𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓 who has not asked himself at some time or other: the human body essentially recreates itself every six months. nearly every cell of hair & skin & bone dies and another is directed to its former place. . 𝒙𝒙𝒊. 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅. 𝒏𝒆𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒍 am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?

[erosiier]

fortescq‌:

               ❛   —   true.  no  one’s  dead  yet.     …     i  give  it  a  WEEK.   ❜

           “ I’ve got enough faith in us as a group to give us a whole two weeks. “

[erosiier]

rituhskeetr‌:

         ❛ i have a question for you! ❜  rita’s footsteps crunched in the dry grass as she caught up to the cadet who was completing their run just a hundred metres ahead of her.  ❛ do you think this new shirt i had my darling sister mail me will catch the attention of the instructors at our next assignment? i’m trying to win, you see, and i’m thinking that if i wear something flattering enough, i’m sure to gain some extra points. isn’t that what andromeda did to get her space at the table, or something? ❜  rita spoke absently, shrugging her shoulders with a brilliant nonchalance as they continued their light jog.  ❛ or did psycho evans accuse that win of privilege.. i mean really, that’s a little far-fetched, don’t you think? then again, maybe beauty doesn’t have anything to do with it. madame odette is a striking beauty and she’s been cleaning our tables all week. i blame kendra for that one, if you were asking me. ❜

          “ for me? “  half a smirk toyed over his lips as he turned to face rita catching up to him.  “ I didn’t think I’d rank very high on the list of people you’d wanna take fashion advice from, “  he said,  honesty coloring his words as he worked to catch his breath.  “ vanity,  or dorcas,  they’ve both been complainin’ about their wardrobes so much I’d think you’d get a better opinion from them  ---  not that I’m not qualified to say what is and isn’t flattering on you. “  his smirk lingered for a second before he let it slip off his face,  replaced by something less playful  ---  harsher;  he was getting real fed up with people making claims about his cousin.  “ andromeda didn’t do anything.  and I wouldn’t call lily psycho;  are you telling me you wouldn’t’ve wanted to throw a fit if your partner got something and you didn’t? come on. “  evan rolled his eyes and started stretching out his legs,  not wanting his usual come down routine to be interrupted by rita any more than it already was;  he wouldn’t put it past her to use that non - stop mouth of hers as some sort of distraction tactic to get ahead.  “ though,  yeah,  maybe you’ve gotta point in kendra being the weak link in that particular partnership.  I like to think her and odette both know that pretty well,  though.  no real blow out fights coming there. “

[outofcontextnewgirl]

[erosiier]

fortescq‌:

               ❛   —   you  mean  you  don’t  think  they  are  already  ?   ❜

           “  ...  I mean,  I think it could get worse.   this can’t be as bad as it’ll get. “

[erosiier]

deirborn‌:

❝  Well aren’t you just a ray of sunshine?               Handsome face like that, I’d have thought you’d be a little less  …   feudal.   ❞

    ❝  Least now I know to stay away from the knives whenever you’re around.   ❞

               “ with a face like this,  you can afford to be a little feudal now and then  ---       but I can turn up the sunshine if you’d rather. “

           “ aw,  c’mon,  you’ve gotta know it’s all friendly competition. “ 

[erosiier]

dvrcas‌:

               ❛   —  i’ll  just  say  i’m  not  used  to  this  weather  yet  and  that’s  my  EXCUSE,   ❜   dorcas  returned,  matching  his  sideways  smile.  a  quick  search  of  her  bookbag  came  up  empty,  and  her  brow  creased  faintly  in  thought  for  a  few  seconds  before  clearing.  she  reached  up,  removing  a  hair  clip  and  presenting  it  to  him  with  a  grin,  a  few  blonde  locks  tumbling  loose.   ❛   —  i’ll  do  the  sacrificin’  if  you  do  the  transfigurin’  ?   ❜

         “ I’ll accept that excuse.  besides,  I don’t know if anyone can ever really get used to this weather, “  evan hedged,  shrugging a shoulder out in the direction of the rain.  “ dunno,  I just think I’d handle having my ass handed to me by robertson’s training if I knew it was nice and sunny outside. “  he leaned forward towards dorcas,  accepting the proffered hair clip with appropriate pomp and circumstance.  “ your noble sacrifice won’t be forgotten.  just give me a second  ---  “  he trailed off and focused on the hair clip that was and the umbrella he wanted it to be.  the resulting device made a decidedly hair clip - y noise when he shook it,  but it’d do.  he offered an arm to dorcas.  “ think we can brave it out there now? “

[bob-belcher]

[erosiier]

dvrcas‌:

              dorcas’s  glossed  lips  twisted  in  displeasure  as  she  stood  just  inside  the  door  of  the  library,  staring  across  the  quad  at  the  dining  hall.  one  only  had  to  look  from  her  creased  brow,  to  her  blonde  ringlets  and  bag  of  books,  to  the  grey  drizzle  of  spring  rain  outside,  in  order  to  understand  her  current  plight.  hearing  the  sound  of  footsteps,  dorcas  glanced  over  at  her  fellow  student,  an  entreating  smile  curving  her  lips.   ❛   —  ya  wouldn’t  mind  sharin’  an  umbrella  with  a  damsel  in  DISTRESS,  would  you  ?   ❜

             “ I wouldn’t mind even a little, “  evan drawled,  casting a sideways smile dorcas’ way with the words.  “ but,  sadly,  I don’t have one to offer.  I’m chronically unprepared,  y’know. “  it was true  ---  a character flaw,  if something so small still qualified when sat next to all his other flaws on a list.   he cocked his head back,  considering the rainfall;  evan supposed it could be worse. they could be stuck looking at something sort of torrential that blew sideways.  he thought it wouldn’t be so bad walking in the drizzle,  but he wouldn’t say as much to dorcas.  “ if you’ve got an item you’re cool to sacrifice,  we could probably transfigure an umbrella up;  one big enough to share,  even. “

[erosiier]

deirborn‌:

      ❝   We’re always fasting.                                Always starving.         There’s no such thing as healthy competition here, or haven’t you noticed?   ❞

            “ no competition should be 100% healthy  ---                       your opponent should always want you a little dead.      so it’s not so bad here. “

[erosiier]

anonymous sent:  do you think that your cousin cheated her way into an invitation to dinner?

     “ fucking  ---   no,  I don’t think that,  but also,  if I did,  I would one hundred percent cover that shit up for her and lie to anyone asking shit like this,  so the conversation here is pointless. “

[erosiier]

anonymous sent:  do you think lily and andromeda are overreacting?

      “ not really?  c’mon,  tensions are high,  here.  maybe this sorta reaction to this sorta thing would be overblown outside of edin,  but I can see how they got to this point considering that we’re not,  y’know,  outside of edin. “

[erosiier]

anonymous sent:   if you had to pick alliances, which three people would you pick and why?

       “ oh,  easy,  andromeda,  because I don’t think we’re too old to develop some kinda telepathic cousin powers right now and smoke the competition.  then odette and kendra,  because they’ve gotta be hungry for a win now after losing.   dream team,  I’m telling you. “ 

[erosiier]

anonymous sent:   if you were on death row, what would you choose for your last meal?

          “ ah,  I don’t fuckin’ know.  maybe some sort fancy as hell,  super involved thing.   make the people putting me down watch me eat some twelve course monstrosity out of spite.  that’s allowed,  right? “

[erosiier]

[erosiier]

“ how long do you think it’ll take for people to be absolutely starved for another chance to, “  evan paused,  waved his hand.  “  ---  maybe metaphorically,  beat the shit out of each other in an edin - sanctioned way? “ 

[erosiier]

lunatiicks‌:

remus couldn’t help but feel somewhat apprehensive towards the other male, and he was pretty sure it showed. between this inability to meet evan’s gaze, and the way his shoulders hunched in defeat, the anxious tapping of his foot- it was pretty clear he didn’t want to be there. well, he didn’t want to be in that particular situation, he did want to be at the library, however he would prefer to be reading his books and not conversing with evan rosier. 

yet, rather than tuck his head between his legs and run away, he decided to stay, realizing that perhaps by engaging the other male, evan would eventually leave and he could resume his studies. that, or he would simply collect his books and return to his dormitory. either way, he couldn’t help but cringe as he watched the other carelessly shove the books aside, taking no regard for the order they were arranged. 

“perhaps, you should try writing out your thoughts,” he replied, somewhat snidely, his annoyance finally manifesting itself in the form of words as he reluctantly took a seat across from evan, his shoulders slumping forward as he leaned over the table. as much as he hated to admit it, and if he could help it, he wouldn’t be admitting it out loud, remus was somewhat interested in what evan was about to tell him. after all, he’d always been a fan of stories. 

not wanting to appear too eager, he simply folded his arms and leaned forward rest his neck on top of them, his gaze remaining fixed on the other male. not quite sure where the other was going, he elected to nod his head in response rather than speaking. he didn’t find it worth mentioning that as a werewolf, he had a heightened sense of hearing, so he would likely still be able to hear through the thickest of walls. but he did find it somewhat comforting to know he wasn’t the only one stuck listening to the escapades of his fellow students. 

“oh, that’s uh, rather unfortunate,” he replied, his voice only cracking once as his eyebrows furrowed together. it wasn’t much of a story, and he couldn’t even begin to figure out why evan had felt the need to share it with him. “i’m sure there most be some sort of charm you can use,” he offered with a faint smile, as he found himself leaning closer, “or you could try stuffing cotton in your ears,” he continued, actually showing some sort of excitement over the other’s predicament. he felt bad for evan, of course, but he enjoyed problem solving. when you spent seven years in a dormitory with james potter and sirius black, you developed ways to block out sound. 

            listen,  evan had been told often enough that he was a charming guy;  mostly he was convinced that his father thought that charm was one of his only useful qualities,  so it’d maybe been played up more than it was worth over the years.  still.  he prided himself on his ability to make sparkling conversation with a wall if need be.          remus lupin was not a wall,  but he was certainly seemed as uncomfortable as most walls felt.  that was fine;  evan had found that half the use of charm in conversation was steam - rolling over any awkwardness as if the obstacle of it had never been there.  he shot the former gryffindor a wide grin,  tapping into the well of his charisma in the hopes it set the guy at ease,  damn it.  if nothing gave with him,  evan would feel obliged to leave,  and he didn’t think he’d feel comfortable in his room any time soon. 

        though,  it was starting to feel like that discomfort was almost a better option than this conversation.  a personal loss here,  that he’d seen awkwardness in someone who perhaps was a fine conversationalist,  normally,  and just didn’t like the thought of conversing with him.  

         “ I write plenty, “  evan said.  his tone was light,  breezy,  even;  but he could feel the ease of his grin turning forced,  and decided to do nothing to stop it.  just as he was aware that reviews of his charm were likely over - done,  evan knew accounts of his intellect undersold him,  maybe,  and thought the underselling accurate.  he cast a considering gaze over the stacks of books around their now - shared table;  that he did write plenty was a truth remus probably wouldn’t believe.  evan could be fine with that.  

              some honesty crept back in his expression as he leaned over the table,  closer to remus now than he’d been before.  he copied his movements,  folding his arms and setting his chin on them;  then,  directing a steady smirk his way.  “ but sometimes it’s nice to share my thoughts.  why shouldn’t you talk to someone you want to talk to? “  

        he rolled his eyes and sat back up,  as easily as he’d sunk down.  “ I’m sure I could’ve set up a charm to drown out all ambient noise,  but I actually like having a normal stream of background sound.  if I’d had to shut myself in silence just to get away from them fucking like rabbits,  I’d be going insane in there right now. “  he shot remus another grin,  this one a little less kind than the last one’d been.  the memory of his snide tone from moments ago told evan he could handle it.  “ instead,  I’m here,  talking to your pretty face.  honestly,  the best solution I can think of. “

[erosiier]

drcmedcs‌:

    “ No, thank you. Why would you even bring that up? That thought is disgusting, “ She quipped right back. Of course, Andromeda knew that that wasn’t what Evan meant at all. She just couldn’t resist when it came to teasing when it came to her family members–especially her cousins like Sirius and Evan that she knew would actually play along with such teasing. She gave a roll of her eyes when Evan continued on and explained that he had actually been trying to be considerate of her by not trampling her. While there was a part of Andromeda that did appreciate that he hadn’t run over her, she would still feign sheer indifference to the whole thing. 

        She adjusted her position as Evan made himself welcome by plopping right down beside her on the grass. The brunette leaned up on her elbows so that she’d be able to better converse with her cousin. Her shoulders shrugged in response to his question, “ It was starting to feel STUFFY in my room. I wanted to get some fresh air. So, I thought that this might be a nice place to get some. “ She took a look at her cousin then, noticing the running gear that he wore and remembering his remark about how he had been on a run. 

         “ So, you trying to get a step up on the obstacle course? “ She questioned curiously. 

            “ what can I say,  I’m a disgusting guy, “   evan said all in a deadpan  ---  an appropriate roll of his eyes trailing the end of his sentence like strange punctuation.  even if the setting was stranger than evan would’ve imagined a year ago  ( the thought of him going back to any kind of school was laughable ),  there was something comforting in talking with andromeda;   like the rhythm of their conversations was always the same,  even when the words weren’t.    “ I can’t even help bringing up awful things.  I was born without that part of your brain that’s s’posed to keep you in check.  really,  as family,  you should be more sympathetic. “           he relaxed into the ground,  letting his shoulders rise to his ears and his elbows sink closer and closer to the earth.  if he slouched enough,  maybe the two of ‘em would even be the same height.  absently,  he constructed a sentence in his head,  something to scribble down later  ---  about family in general,  seeing eye to eye.  he couldn’t help if affection towards her made him grossly sentimental.  

          he was a quick study of multitasking;  he could think of writing something later and push coherent words out now.  he raised an easy brow at her,  nodding along with her explanation.  “ I’ll give you that,  though  ---  it’s stuffy as all hell inside.  I think everyone’s combined determination is turning the air to soup. “  his elbows bent a little further,  so his back was doing half the work of supporting him up at this point.  he lolled his head to shoot andromeda a smirk.  “ I was mostly running to get some fresh air myself  ...  but maybe about 70% of the mission here was prep for the obstacle course,  yeah.  get a leg up and escape the soup air;  a win - win! “