Freya Bernadotte

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ardora-rousseau‌:

Inhale. Ardora nodded, kicking at the patch of grass at her feet. It was wet and limp, barely still green in this cold. Luckily it wasn’t covered in snow, not now, anyway. “I don’t believe it. We’ll have another 3 weeks of this bullshit and then the mud.” This was one of the worst times of the year. She couldn’t stand the back and forth with the temperature. Cold, she could bundle up and deal with it; the warmth, she loved. The back and forth, no. She was over it and it hadn’t even started yet. 

“Mmm, years at this point. It’s a solid set-up. The kitchen knows what it’s doing so that’s always a good thing.” Good food was a luxury Ardora had not really grown up with. A stale granola bar and a cup of orange juice was not really a breakfast and there was only so many times a child could eat plain pasta or a peanut butter and jelly sandwich before they simply wouldn’t eat them any more. To this day, grape jelly still made her gag.

Freya, a usually easy and laid back person, couldn’t help but agree. She loved most weather for their own reasons, but the back and forth left the world gross and uncomfortable. At least once it was constant the Earth seemed to find ways to shine and sparkle. Whether it was the dazzling light off the snow, or the stunning sunset during the summers. All of it was honestly breath taking. It was just a matter of finding ways to enjoy it, which Freya never minded searching for.

She nodded slowly knowing that before she found her way to Paris that she had a lucky life up until that point, it wasn’t something that everyone had. She didn’t try to take it for granted in the slightest as she looked up at the woman. “The kitchen does make up for other short comings I have to admit. I’m just afraid of what will happen to my life when the coffee maker decides to finally give up on me.”

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raelynhopex‌:

The girl had flowed over to the seat beside Raelyn with the grace of a dancer, her smile quick and easy as those deep eyes flicked between the pad and her pencil clutched loosely. She seemed at ease here, the comfort of a regular in the warm, woodfire setting. Raelyn herself felt at ease, though not because she was a regular - because she wasn’t - but because she had the innate ability to see herself through the eyes of those around her. Much of the discomfort found in new settings was the far of judgement… Raelyn was not arrogant, but she could see that she was little more than a blip on the radar of those around her. A passing newcomer. There was peace in anonymity.

As the typed message slid across the bar surface on illuminated screen, Raelyn’s face split into a friendly smile. One would be surprised to see how often people simply neglected the effort required to talk to someone who was deaf… that said, Raelyn did not make it common knowledge that she had no hearing. She disliked the pity that usually followed. Besides, it was easier and quicker for her to read lips and minds than for messages to be typed and exchanged by both parties. Raelyn scribbled on her notepad, a tightly-spaced message in messy handwriting that she slid across the table along with her art-pad.

Raelyn found peace in drawing the images she saw flitter through other’s minds. Often they were not even aware of the surreal beauty contained within those thoughts… Raelyn’s drawing was a herald to that beauty, trying to give it form. The frontmost pages were adorned with quick charcoal sketches of landscapes and homes she had glimpsed through the eyes of those around her. Places she had never been save for in the memory of others. Beautiful. This was the world through the eyes of others, simply put.

The scribbled words read simply, “I’m not deaf. You can talk. I love your smile, by the way… could I maybe sketch you quickly?” A black smiley face accompanying the message, mirrored on Raelyn’s face.

Freya couldn’t help herself but to be completely enraptured in the girl across from her. She put off an energy that attracted her to the table, but that tended to be how she found her people. She didn’t believe it had anything to do with magic, but she tended to be able to read people’s energy easily. It’s how she knew who to pour her time and affection into, and who to put a safe distance between herself with. This woman she could easily see becoming quick friends with, perhaps even best friends if that was the fate that was meant for the two of them to share. Only time could tell what it could be, which she never minded.

Relief filled over her as her smile seemed to widen. “You’d really like to sketch me?” She asked her curiously. She knew that to have anyone to sketch you was an honor. “Of course if you want to I’d be honored to have you draw me. You’re clearly a talented artist. What’s your name?” She asked her curiously with raised eyebrows as she sat back in her seat.

Freya was someone that constantly did her best to brighten up the world around them. She knew of course that it wasn’t always possible, but with this woman it seemed so easy to just be. They seemed to both have that in common at least. “Tell me more about yourself though. What got you into art? It’s clearly a passion of yours and you’re so talented at it.”

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angelinelaurent‌:

The woman was blushing like a schoolgirl, and it was honestly adorable. Angel wasn’t around a lot of innocent people anymore, so finding one was always a treat, and their smile widened. “You’re welcome, sweetheart. What’s your name?”

“Freya, like the Norse goddess,” She wasn’t sure exactly the proper etiquette for the moment. Did she offer a hand to shake? Instead she brushed her hair back from her face, “And what’s your name?” She asked curiously.

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athenamarrow‌:

“Does this mean I will need to see this one more often…? That does not sound fun…” Rasped Fenrir in Athena’s ear, barely audible. The notion obviously made the big hound uncomfortable… then again, so did the presence of even a single stuffed animal in their room. Athena ignored him.

Athena grinned at the notion of coffee reliance. She herself had only developed the addiction recently, requiring no fewer than two shots of espresso to get her through any given venture. It was a dangerous and, as Fenrir so often reminded her, ‘foul smelling’ addiction.

“I don’t think I’d ever complain about a new friend.” She said honestly, meeting the girl’s gaze as a warmth spread through her chest. “My name’s Athena, by the way. Yes, lame. I know.”

Freya honestly couldn’t remember a time in her life that she didn’t rely heavily on some kind of caffeine to get through the day. But she also didn’t regret a single bit of it when it brought a source of comfort for her. It was a strange thing, but anymore she would take whatever comfort she could.

“Lame?” She gasped shaking her head quickly, “if anything that’s the complete opposite of a lame name, my dear. We’re both named after incredible goddesses. Besides you look like a goddess of wisdom.”

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oz-smith‌:

“You know that’s totally fair,” Oz mused, leaning against the counter. “This house doesn’t exactly have the most up to date equipment and it takes some kind of miracle to get any decent cooking done.” Obviously he had chosen the right response, as she visibly relaxed with the change in conversation. It was a normal reaction, to be fair. Most people were at least initially uncomfortable when they figured out what he was. “Me? Nah, mine are all to the big man.” He said, chin flicking upwards. 

“Actual religion is something I’m jealous of. I’ve always found it to be something beautiful, but it’s not something I can connect with,” She admitted casually as she began to add coffee grounds to the machine focusing on on the task in order to ensure her perfect cup of coffee. “I don’t mind having to have a little bit of hope in the morning so that it could potentially break my heart the day that it stops working. Because it’ll be devastating.”

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alexander-anders‌:

Alex didn’t bother to point out that there was a difference between what he was talking about and physical harshness; it was too difficult to explain when he hardly understood it himself. At least she did not feel offended by him or seem to have a problem with the way he spoke. Besides, she was full of thoughts of darkness and demons herself, and while he doubted that she was half as terrible as him, there was some easy about being around someone who understood the concept. “Tire out the demons until the have no voice and the bees fly away.” He agreed. 

Freya didn’t like to discuss her demons. She found that others had the same ones, or worse, and she never wanted to make anyone feel like they couldn’t turn to her to talk. She also tended to not want to make anything all about her. Instead she wore her perfectly painted smile and moved on with her life. “Or until I’m too tired to listen to them,” they never seemed to go away but if she fought them off for as long as possible then she was too tired for them to hurt. 

[raelynhope]

The bar was a rough place filled with bustling noise, threadbare upholstery filling with France’s dregs intending to lose themselves in liquor. That bustling, noisy atmosphere was not particularly conducive to focusing on particular tasks other than those standard to a bar… that is, unless you were deaf. Raelyn sat at the bar of the Crusty Lemon, her first time in the venue, and found she liked the worn bar surfaces and shameless settings. This place knew it wasn’t five star and it didn’t care.

Her sketch pad was propped in front of her, a black charcoal pencil scribbling away on the fine white paper, doodling the images that were flooding her mind at being around so many people. Once, the onslaught had been overpowering, blinding… now? It was like a breath of fresh air. She loved that imagery, loved simply closing her eyes to see the world through the eyes of others.

Her pencil paused as an image filled her mind of her own back, shoulders hunched over the bar, yellow sun-dress seeming bright and distinctly out of place with the otherwise dishevelled setting. Someone was watching her from behind, approaching. She found herself smiling, turning her head to greet them with that friendly grin. She signed, ‘well don’t just stand there… come sit!’ before realising that perhaps they didn’t know sign language. She held up an identical message, scribbled hastily on her sketchpad.

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Freya wasn’t one that usually found herself in a bar, but since moving into the house she did find one that felt like home in some strange way. It was busy and loud two things that she usually avoided but it was nice being surrounded by others when she felt completely alone. At least then she wouldn’t be physically alone. In a bar there was always someone to talk to. Whether it was the bartender who was paid to listen, or some older person who felt just as lonely as she was.

Although lately she was finding herself making more friends and keeping herself busy. That didn’t keep her fro still seeking out to make more as she settled into her usual routine with a hot tea in her hands as she walked around making small talk with the regulars that she knew, and making a passing greeting to those that she didn’t.

Freya had noticed someone new though with an art pad in front of her. She had no artistic ability herself, but she did have an appreciation for it. Before she could ask her anything about it though she caught that the woman had signed to her. She wasn’t sure exactly what she had said and was thankful for the scribbled down note as she sat down to read over it before grabbing her phone out and typing out a quick message for her to read as she slid it over. What are you drawing?

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ardora-rousseau‌:

Ardora reached down for the lighter other woman tried to toss up to her and missed. Groaning, Ardora started to descent the fire escape to the ground. When she reached the ground, she snatched up the lighter. “This weather isn’t helping anything…” she muttered, cigarette between her teeth. “Am I good?” She meant was it okay to light up. Before getting an answer, though, she clicked her lighter one final time and a spark ignited, lighting the cigarette. She pocked the lighter and turned to face the other woman head on. “Have I seen you around? You live here?”

Freya never understood the draw to smoking, but she supposed that meant it wasn’t for everyone. She wouldn’t stop the woman from her indulgence though as she rolled her shoulders not minding if she did smoke in front of her. “They keep saying it’s only a matter of days until spring is here, but I’m finding that hard to believe,” She admitted looking around them unable to stop her frown, “You may have. I’ve been here for about two months now. What about you?”

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athenamarrow‌:

Does it feel strange to you? The question seemed simple enough and yet to Athena it was loaded with a plethora of different meanings. Strange to have a giant demon dog following me around? Strange to talk to shadows? Strange to be surrounded by magicians? “Nope, not really. You get used to it.” And Athena found she meant the words as they left her lips.

The house was about the most welcoming place that Athena had ever had the pleasure to stumble across. Elsewhere, those with powers had been faced with a multitude of demeaning interactions as a result of their power, chief among them being feared. She herself, having a pet demon hound, had scared more than a few people before she’d developed the common sense to keep Fenrir hidden in her shadow. Here though, people could be more open about their powers and, eventually, themselves.

Maybe just not me, quite yet.

“Does this mean I’m seeing you every morning, now?” Athena enquired with a smile, finishing pouring their coffee before turning and offering Freya her own.

It was comforting to hear that at least it would eventually get easier to live in the house and constantly be surrounded by the people that at least had most of the same beliefs that she did, and shared in her abilities. She just wondered when it was going to stop being so surprising to her that it was now her home. But the more connections that she made the easier it became.

“Considering the fact that I need coffee every single morning in order to be a function human being I would say that it’s a safe bet that you’ll see my face. I can’t promise however I won’t do my absolute best for us to become best friends,” Freya admitted as she nudged her gently with her arm before accepting her cup, “Thank you though. This is exactly what I needed today.”

[kennedymariejohnson]

In three weeks time, Kennedy had managed to not only set up her entire space inside the house but also nearly the entirety of her new classroom. While she had taken over for a teacher who had just had a baby and would be back, this was her classroom now. At least, for the rest of the school year. As much as Kennedy wanted to think that she would have this classroom come fall, she wasn’t so sure. Hopefully, even if this classroom wasn’t hers next year, a classroom would be hers. She was downstairs in the kitchen, sitting in a high stool, her two organizers open, her color coded notes scrawled out in each, the matching pens and hi-lighters in a pile on either side of the organizers. Her glasses were on top of her head despite the fact that they should probably have been down on her face and one of her pens was hanging out of her mouth as she tried to spread out the lesson plans for her first day nearly in front of her. Reaching for the mug of coffee to her right without looking, she missed, spilling the hot liquid all over the freshly printed lesson plans. “No, no, no…I need those. No. Darn it.” She sort of screeched and started pulling at the napkins to her left. As she smashed the napkins into the papers, she exhaled, realizing the white papers were past saving. The footsteps coming toward her had her lift her hand in the air and preemptively deny assistance. “No, just…just don’t. I don’t want to talk about it and I don’t need help, but thank you. Really. I know it sounds like I don’t mean it but I swear, I do.”

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Over the course of two months Freya had made best friends with the coffee pot, and honestly she wasn’t angry about the fact that it was her life. At least she knew she would never have to survive without caffeine. As for human friends well that was still up in the air, but at least she was now trying to make them. Getting over her own terrible awkwardness was proving to be quite the challenge, but at least she was making an effort. She had been stepping into the kitchen she heard a loud noise that alerted her to something was wrong, but when the woman assured her that she didn’t need help she wasn’t sure what to do from there. “O-okay?” She said slightly unsure as she raised her eyebrows, “How about I get you a cupcake though? Everyone can use some sweetness when things go wrong.”

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angelinelaurent‌:

Angel couldn’t help it, their eyes traveled up and down the woman in a long sweep. She was adorable, apologizing to someone who didn’t even belong in her bathroom. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart, you can interrupt me anytime.” They drawled out.

Freya was certain that her cheeks were flush as she felt the other person taking in her body. She didn’t know how to react as she stood there frozen in place. “Thank you, I think?” she wasn’t truly sure how to react as she shook her head confused on what was going on.”

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alexander-anders‌:

“Hands should not be hard if they don’t have to be.” Maybe that was just him, but he had seen enough harshness in the world that he would rather protect anything left that was still soft. He wouldn’t stop her, of course. He wouldn’t even think of discouraging it, if he didn’t already feel the hesitation there. “Time is not a matter.” He followed her to the stack of slate, figuring the least he could do was be sure she was lifting properly and not going to hurt herself. He nodded. She got it. “There is much darkness inside waiting to take control. Best to stay busy.” 

“I promise I will cover them in creams later to prevent as much harshness as possible,” She assured him enjoying the fact that he cared about the fact that her hands were still soft so far. The least she could do was protect them a little more than she had been. She understood the darkness that most had within though. It was a battle that many of them fought while keeping silent. She was one to talk, but for her she tended to know how to battle her’s. Tonight they were just louder. “Busy work does tend to keep them quieter when they’re harder to deal with.”

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oz-smith‌:

Obviously, Oz had run into more than a few people who were not so comfortable with the idea of talking religion. He didn’t mind; it was easy enough to make that adjustment. “I think most people who drink coffee make it into a religion all it’s own, to be fair.” He reasoned, leaning against the counter. It was a little uncomfortable, as the counter itself was a good deal too short for him. “Do you have other random prayers for it through the day, or just the one?” 

Religion was once of those touchy subjects along with politics that set everyone on edge, or at least most people. If he had been offended she would have apologized instead he seemed to take it quite well as her smile lit up. “That depends on if I’m making myself food, I have a completely different prayer to the stove or oven gods. I mean I have to barter for my food somehow you know?” She asked raising her eyebrows in amusement. “What about you? Do you have any?”

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ofbouchard‌:

              the necromancer was mildly surprised that the other knew so certainly who she was ,      she’d been lucky to have gotten her name right .             still ,     she smiled kindly and nodded ,      shifting in her position to sit criss - cross on the worn down leather couch .                    ‘    i am .       want to join me ?        i was thinking of getting more tea .    ‘                 if there was something francine knew ,     was how hard it could be to start somewhere new .             when you just wanted to do things    right    and for people to like and accept you .           when she’d arrived to les amis ,       she had been rather lost and …        tired .         she’d given up on the rebellion of previous years ,      and the house and the people had breathed life back into her .

Freya was constantly on her toes about trying to make sure she never overstepped. She knew that as one of the quieter ones it was so much easier for her to catch on to information that people gave in passing. She tended to try and be careful about what she let slip up, but knowing someone’s name was something she could give up. “If I ever say no to a cup of tea please know that I’m not feeling well,” she admitted as she sat down on the couch beside the other woman taking in the fact that she was at least somewhat interested in her. “What kind of tea do you have?”

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ofbouchard‌:

                  there were times when francine would lock herself in her room ,       up there ,      with only monzón and the faint smell of incense seeping out ,       and those times most people that knew her also knew not to disturb her ,        but considering she’d lived her whole life at an orphanage with many other children of different ages all around her ,        she wasn’t entirely used to being on her own .                 and at least at the house ,       she didn’t have to be .                 even the mere presence of others was somehow calm and familiar to her ,      who had developed the ability to do everything that required focus and finesse ,      with noise and bustling around her .                   she smiled reassuringly to the other and waved her hand dismissively .                           ‘       if i wasn’t expecting to be interrupted at some point ,       i’d be in my room .               you’re …         freya ,      right ?       ‘

She knew that the woman had a point. Of course if she wanted true privacy there was other ways around it and yet she hadn’t sought them out at all. Instead she was here where she could easily be seen. “I am. You’re Francine,” She said confidentially. After all she had made it a point in order to know exactly who everyone was that she lived with. If she didn’t know who she was living with then she had no idea how to go about making them into friends. She had hoped that she could trust them that was never her issue. Her issue came from everything else and being unsure of how to interact with them.

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xfmanipulation‌:

Even silence wouldn’t last long with so many others living in the house. She would have to find somewhere more hidden from then on she decided. She only took a slight look at the woman before turning back to watching the figures move below them. “Fine.” Maybe if she was short with her she’d just move along. Then, she realized something, she recognized the face. Her roommate of the last few months. “You?”

Freya was still trying to figure out how to bridge the gap between roommate to friend, but she couldn’t figure out exactly how to go about it. She was slightly relieved when the woman didn’t just bite her head off and instead asked how she was. “I’m just doing my best to try and adjust. But I’m sure that you have enough going on without casual conversation with me.”

[oz-smith]

“Look, I’m just saying standardized prayers are fucking weird,” in less that a week, Oz had already made himself comfortable in the busy kitchen. It wasn’t, at least, one of the busier times of the day, which was why he had felt comfortable taking it over for a while. His phone was slowly working it’s way across one of the counters, buzzing with the heavy rap pounding out of it as loud as the little speaker could handle. At this point, he wasn’t even sure how he had gotten on this subject, but someone had wandered into the kitchen and now he was going. “Like, why do people pray for a hedge of protection? I don’t know about you, but I would prefer a concrete wall with some razor wire on top, you know? Maybe that’s just me, but it seems like it would work better.” 

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Freya’s only religion was her love of coffee, or truly anything with even a slight bit of caffeine. She needed the extra perk through out the day which was why she had ended up in the busy kitchen once again. She was slowly becoming more and more comfortable about having to be there the longer she was around. She had only hoped that she wasn’t getting in the way. As she walked into the space though she overheard a part of a conversation that caught her attention. “Personally the only standardized prayer I have is the one to the coffee machine gods that it won’t take long for the machine to give me my deliciousness in a cup.”