@ofrosales - Tumblr Blog

If for once she were to do what she wanted rather than do what she thought she should, she wouldn’t be in the bar at all. She’d be curled up at home with a new book expanding on her already vast knowledge. Except she never had lived solely for self satisfaction and that incessant need to excel of hers meant that she tended to shun all forms of self indulgence. Somewhat ironically, she considered there to be nothing more indulgent than drinking alone in a bar ( not that she intended to be alone for long ) but then again, she considered this far more work than simply pleasure. As far as the rest of the world was concerned, however, she seemed as though she had all the time in the world for a leisurely drink after work. Something of a feat considering she had never considered time a commodity to waste.

With her elbows propped on top of the bar lightly and her chin resting on her palm just so, Katarina was quite sure she struck a perfect image of someone entirely relaxed and unhurried. Her posture was still somewhat formal: shoulders rolled back and ankles crossed daintily when old habits died hard. But the soft smile she let hover on her lips as she waited to be served was just enough to make her seem that little bit more approachable. From the rise in noise she suspected that the bar was getting fuller and as someone else approached the bar, a gentle clearing of her throat was given to win their attention. “There’s a seat here if you’d like it.” Incline of her head was given to the seat that was tucked away next to her.

Warm smile danced over her lips, brightening as the bartender approached. “And if so, your luck just happens to be in. Can I get you a drink?”

ofrosales

it’s not usual for the man to choose to go to the bar without any company. there’s something utterly terrifying in appearing lonely in the middle of the crowds and eric doesn’t like carrying the heavy weight of fear. he always prefers the comfortable - the easy. whenever the most comfortable isn’t available, he weighs in the pros and cons of each situation. that, or he decides to just act on a whim. this, right here, is a whim no doubt. his husband won’t be able to join him soon tonight and eric wants to drown this feeling of being the second choice in the nearest glass of booze. he knows it’s irrational and that he’s a forty year old man acting spoiled, but he’ll rather find a remedy than censor himself for feelings he doesn’t have control over.

regret floods him as soon as he steps foot on the crowded bar. a deep sense of isolation sets within his gut, knowing he doesn’t quite belong in this scene. he’s probably years older to fit this scene. too old, too alone and too married to fit this scene, to be more exact. there’s a brief pause in his step as he calculates what would be more humiliating: leaving or staying. rosales remembers the booze. staying seems to be worth it.

he approaches the bar, eyeing the row of people occupying the stools. the man is most grateful when the girl - why does she seem familiar? - offer him a seat. eric smiles at her, nodding with his head as a way to excuse himself.

“thank you,” the man says, a friendly smile on his lips. eric blinks, thinking it wouldn’t be fair to explore the girl out of her money when it comes to the drink. yet, it seems unpolite to turn it down. “sure. only if i can get you one next.”

#&& interactions.#&& katrina.

fromwilds

Closed for @ofrosales

Gideon had been excited to get a message from Rosales. The two hadn’t seen each other in a while. Order meetings had been so jam packed lately that Gideon barely had a chance to interact with anyone before they were all gone. Gideon would have never reached out on his own. He was still trying to figure out where he stood with the older man. It was like that for a lot of the older Order members. Gideon often felt he and Fabian had a reputation that preceded them and he didn’t want to get on anyone’s bad side.

It was funny really, that even though Rosales was more approachable than his husband, Gideon still felt more intimidated by him. But maybe it was because Gideon had put in the work with Moody; had bothered him until his walls broke down a bit.

Gideon walked into the Hog’s Head a few minutes past when they were supposed to meet and found Rosales sitting in the corner. He approached the table and sat down. “Sorry I’m late,” he apologized. “I don’t suppose you expected me to be on time anyway given how I am.”

ofrosales

rosales can’t say that he enjoys the amount of danger involved in the order activities. he’s been one to always avoid danger at any costs, always chose the safest route possible. he wouldn’t call himself a coward - only more careful than most. so, of course, he may not enjoy the danger aspect of the order but by participating, eric feels that perhaps he can stop other people from acting impulsively and throwing themselves into a certain death.

there are a few people he worries for more than most and gideon is one of them. rosales can tell that he has the potential for acting before thinking and just wants to make sure he weighs in the risks before. with a task approaching and being unable to get to him during an order’s meeting, eric sent a letter to set a day for them to talk.

he’s already sipping on his beer when gideon arrives and he greets the man with a smile, gesturing for him to sit down. a chuckle falls from his lips at gideon’s words and he puts his drink down, sits taller on his chair. “i did give you the benefit of the doubt,” eric tells him, bemusedly. “but i imagined you’d be at least a bit late and ordered for myself. please order anything you want - my treat.”

#&& interactions.#&& gideon.

sxnder-hxll‌:

London only seemed to be birthed with surprises, most in the form of vanity and charm. Before traveling here he imagined what wizards or witches he’d meet, what professions they’d have or what reasons were forced for them all to be moonlighting like this…This livelihood wasn’t anyone’s first choice, as most who were in it would say they might have chosen a different path. Sander knew that those he’d become acquainted with must be brave or foolish to be doing this, yet he never imagined so many to be as handsome as he’s experienced. “The pleasure is mine, it’s not that often that I have to leave Paris on assignments.” It was partially true, he left Paris often just never this far.

“Rosales, hmm that’s Latin right?. My mother originally wanted to name me after flowers too—” as they chatted, Sander watched as other members here tonight were eating and settling in. “I believe it was Florus but my father shut that down quickly.” There was something about the older gentleman that Sander couldn’t peg right off the bat, all he could notice was that there was a reserved nature about him. “Either way, it’s nice to be called on…I just hope I can lend a hand.”

while every other person would imagine the contrary, eric doesn’t exactly feel at ease in the order. although he seems to have his heart on the right place - in their cause -, he knows that it’s not. faking it never bothered him before but he guesses alastor got in his influence in much more areas of his life that he imagined in these last twelve years. the point is, however, being used to feeling out of place, rosales is one of the people that will go and try make feel people more comfortable. especially new people such as this parisian friend the order acquired for itself.

he wears a amiable smile as he listens to the young man, sipping on his drink occasionally as he lets him finishing what he’s saying. “spanish, actually. and it’s my last name but you won’t find that many people around here that call me eric,” he says. and it’s true. his husband and a few select people would call him by his first name and not another soul. “i’m sure you’ll be very valuable to the order,” rosales continues. he’s genuine, he doesn’t think anyone would be called on all the way from france if that’s not the case. “are you enjoying london, mr. sander?”

#&& interactions.#&& sander.

closed starter for @alastormxody

eric wants to justify the bottle of wine he’s opening with it’s been a rough week. it’s not a lie, not entirely, but then again, every week is a rough week when there’s a war raging outside and you might be in the line of fire. well, maybe you’re not but your husband is and that wears the nerves thin just the same. he tells himself that he doesn’t need to explain and make up excuses anymore but it’s a tough habit to break, even after all these years. he shakes his head at his own thoughts in an attempt to censor them and focus on what he has now: and that’s a - hopefully - peaceful evening with his husband.

the cork is ditched on the kitchen counter and eric reaches for two glasses of wine before making his way towards the living room. he can’t help the smile that crosses his face when he sees alastor waiting for him. eric offers him the glasses so he has free hands to pour the beverage. “i thought we deserved something nice,” he says, his smile unwavering. “besides, we can celebrate that it’s friday and we’re both home.”

#&& interactions.#&& alastor.

unflinchiing

there was a freedom in working from home; nathaniel had found himself spoiled by the home work-space his grandad had set up for them. having an office in his flat was practical. it was what he was used to. it meant he could keep reckless hours and hole away on one project for days without anyone wondering after his sanity. it meant that his father couldn’t keep constant eyes on him. and, yes, it lent him a little more of the freedom he’d always craved.

but even if he loved it, nate was the sort to get restless easily. at least it forced him to leave every once in a while. he wouldn’t dedicate himself to his work so much that the only people he saw were clients and his mother.

someone who only left the house when he felt restless could still be annoyed at lunch hour crowds. he half turned to the person behind him, focus still mostly directed at the place’s menu. “is it always like this here? or have I just had the supreme bad luck of showing up when everyone’s favorite special is on the menu?”

ofrosales

it’s not always that eric decides on having lunch at a restaurant. he usually prefers to do so when he’s accompanied by his husband and his children or at least one of them. he has never been one to enjoy solitude in any way and especially one to enjoy appearing lonely in public and he wouldn’t start now at forty years old. plus, he enjoys cooking his meals so he can bring to work. but after facing a couple of rougher days he decides to treat himself to a nice meal in a favorite restaurant. eric is prepared for a line - this place seems to always have one so it doesn’t bother him too much when his suspicions are confirmed.

he is doing nothing but trying to distract himself in any way when he hears the question coming from the man in front of him. at first, eric isn’t entirely sure that he is the one the other is talking to, but seeing how no one else follow the conversation, he decides to reply. “i don’t come here too often, but i’d say it a bit of both,” eric tells the man. “they always have a line at lunchtime from what i’ve observed, though.”

#&& interactions.#&& nathaniel.

sxnder-hxll

location: random order hideout time: 7:37pm summary: Sander introduction to members. OPEN for order memebers

Sander was uncertain of what he’d be walking into; how official this organization was. For his career, it’s always been a gamble—trying to beat the odds. Some days he’d be dinning with black market dealer, another in bed with two corrupt diplomats, or less expensive in taste were the times he had to infiltrate illegal potion dens. No matter though he’s always played his part, flaunted his skills, and completed what was asked of him.

Which for now meant he’d had to be here, in dingy London.

The young wizard might not know how his new partners did meetings but the Parisian in him knew exactly how he’d like to do it. It was best to wine and dine when it came to conspiring against your enemies; even better when you can find a vintage around the corner. “Bonjour, sorry I’m late.” he hummed, “I got distracted between what cheese to buy but in the end I got both.” The way Sander spoke and moved felt like a subtly breeze, as he floated through the small room with grace, before placing his things on the nearest table. “Ahh yes so we have brie and a local sharp cheddar. Hoping that it’s good, uh some Genoa—oh bread of course.” pulling the baguette out, “fig jam and a two bottles of a lovely aged Shiraz.” Though in the midst of wanting to make an impression, he completely ignore his manners it seems. “–oh my, got a bit ahead of myself.” his Swedish accent, light but ever present in his speech, “I’m sorry, I’m Sander…” looking over at the member across from him, “—recently joined. French Ministry assets.”

ofrosales

while others are more comfortable in taking the stage of the order’s meetings, eric is always more likely to be seen on the sidelines. he never enjoyed being invisible outside of his family home but quite honestly, he also lacks the engagement to try and be politic. he is perfectly appropriate in every ensemble though he prefers to admire his husband taking the lead in those instead of joining in. eric would never admit to it but he’s more of a participant of words than actions. or, in this moment, he’s neither. he stands on the side, a drink on his hand as he waits for the body of the meeting. secretly eric hopes that this goes over quickly. he’d much rather turn in early. besides, he has a teenager at home that he needs to overlook sooner than later.

when he’s talked to ever so naturally, eric is a bit surprised. eric listens to the ramble of the young man with raised eyebrows and he wonders briefly if the talk is supposed to impress him. eric himself tried to use this sort of stuff to bring attention to himself and his expensive tastes, but he decides to give the man the benefit of the doubt. maybe he is very accustomed to being proper and pompous in social gatherings and cannot fancy being anything different. then he tells eric he comes from the french ministry. it should explain enough.

“well, welcome, sander,” eric tells him. he approaches the man, shuffling his drink to his left hand so he can extend it to sander. “i’m rosales, nice to meet you.” he tells him. “i think we can excuse you from being late, that was a tough choice you had to make.”