Wanderer;

( independent oc. )

[jasminepond]

Don’t let me forget that I put cookies in the oven.

[wingsandtinkering]

'Ave I ever told you tha' I think you're a pyro?

[jasminepond]

Probably -- but I'm not. I just think they're pretty.

[wingsandtinkering]

"You know when you run abou’ in different times regularly, New Year’s Eve ‘s a bit of a let down…"

[jasminepond]

Fireworks, though.

[notsoapy]

Well…I mean…You can tell him. Just specify that he can’t tell anyone else.

[There was a sheepish expression on her face but it was tempered with the smallest amount of pride.]

I know. But I did some tweaking after I found some old notes and it worked well enough. 

[Not that she was going to mention the singed hair. No one needed to know that.]

Oh! No. No running away. I guess I’m about as good at staying put as everyone else, really.

[jasminepond]

Okay. Jude and no one else. Gotcha. 

[ She's not sure if their parents know exactly where Jude is either -- Jasmine often wonders if they worry about their missing children, or whether they have long since accepted that those born from travellers are bound to have an overwhelming case of wanderlust themselves. ]

Just try not to use it too often. 

[ She doesn't have to say that -- she's sure Sophie already knows. Vortex manipulators suck, it's no secret, and people rarely stop going on about it. ]

Okay, in that case, I've got cake and/or ice cream -- take your pick. 

[notsoapy]

I don’t know. Mum and Papa? Your mum. Jude. There’s a lot of folks to take your pick of, actually.

[She made a face at that. CLEARLY she’d thought this through.]

Stole one of Papa’s old VM’s. And no. Nothing wrong. Far as I know. Why? Should there be?

[jasminepond]

I can't even tell Jude? I won't tell our parents, that makes sense. 

[ Don't worry, she won't tell anyone. She'll just wait for Sophie to accidentally come across one of their relatives on her own. ]

An old one? Gosh, you'll have to let me look at it. These things are unreliable as is, old ones tend to play up more often.

I mean, there shouldn't be anything wrong. I just didn't know whether you're travelling because you're running away from something.

[notsoapy]

jasminepond started following notsoapy

"Not one word about me showing up, Jas. Not one bloody word." Even though there’s a slight smile on her lips as she says it.

[jasminepond]

C'mon, Soph, who'm I gonna tell?

[ A grin, bold and beaming. ]

More importantly, how'd you get here, and are you here because something's wrong?

[hardlyabear]

Who knows? 

[Theo chuckles at that.]

Believe it or not but that actually makes sense to me. 

[Jasmine deepens their kiss and he can’t help but to pull her closer, one hand tangling into her hair while he tries to also lean into her hand.]

[jasminepond]

Who knows.

[richietozsier]

Holland Roden for Line Magazine (2014)

[hardlyabear]

Good, good. [He doesn’t want to ask. Really he doesn’t. But there’s a mild case of curiosity brewing.] Why, exactly, did you say hello like that? Not that I mind. I just want to know how to keep it in my life. [Right before he’s kissing her all over again.]

[jasminepond]

I don't know. I'm just--Who knows.

[ Who knows! She deepens the kiss, slightly, pressing her palm to his cheek. ]

[hardlyabear]

"That’s the best way to say hello. The absolute best. Really. Don’t ever stop."

[jasminepond]

[ She grins, pulling him a little closer. ]

I'll do my best.

[jasminepond]

[jikookprint]

[hardlyabear]

There could be. [Settling back into bed and doing his best to hold back a yawn.] Once upon a time there was a prince. He was next in line to the crown and felt the weight of the kingdom upon his shoulders. Unsure of his ability to rule as his father had before him he sought council with a soothsayer.

[jasminepond]

Soothsayers aren't even real.

[ 'Tell me a story with dragons but don't include something as impossible and ridiculous as an individual able to predict the future', a book by Jasmine Pond. ]

Okay, sorry, continue. 

[hardlyabear]

I’m sorry. [No he’s not.] A real story, huh? [Slinging an arm around her.] What about a princess that saves a prince?

[jasminepond]

As long as there are dragons involved, I'm sold.

[hardlyabear]

Once upon a time there was a girl who travelled through time. She was a demanding, fiery woman who would often times wake her boyfriend from a dead sleep to tell stories? [An attempt was made.]

[jasminepond]

That was awful. Non-fiction has never really appealed to me.

[teenwolf]

[jasminepond]

Tell me a story or something, I can't sleep.