#;nico

[shaebertooth]

BOYS BOYS BOYS - for @boficionado and @tatorumaunten

[hxgure]

“ nothin’ ever stops you leaving.”

BILLIE EILISH SENTENCE STARTERS // [ accepting! ]

⊰☠⊱ — The sadness in her eyes made him tear away his eyes from her, just for a moment. He knew what she meant. If they could just stay, safe and sound, they would at least be together and not in harm’s way. However, that was only temporary. It wouldn’t take too long until the danger came to them. Now that he couldn’t have. Wouldn’t have. Not while he was breathing. Which explained the sadness and concern etched across her face. She knew how far he would go, until he was bruised and tattered. Close to death’s door. Something he was no stranger too. Many times had he been close to knocking on that door. It just wasn’t his time– not yet.

At least he would like to see, feel her sing one more time before it was his time. Although that may just be wishful thinking. Not that he’d outright ask. He would like to bear witness to that, those comforting vibrations. It would be a good way go. The soft vibrations seeing him off as the light faded away completely in him.

‘Don’t be so eager. You still have a job to do.’

Baring the rarest of smiles, so gentle and warm, a foreign sight to behold, Nicolas casts a glance off in the distance for a moment. He wasn’t even sure what to tell her. There were times when his words wouldn’t come out the way he wanted. It sometimes left the wrong impression on her, he knew that. They always stepped around each other’s feet, like an awkward dance. An awkward dance that was slowly coming into place as they were slowly finding their rhythm with each other. A sense of understanding, from each side.

«You, singing.»

It was a half truth but the look on her face was so serious, he couldn’t help himself but tease her a little bit with that. All an attempt to lighten her up as well as to catch her off guard. That concern belonged to someone more deserving. Someone that could be saved. He was far too gone in the deep end to be saved, it was only a matter of time until he cashed in his chips. Nicolas was way past his expiration date anyway. 

«You know I have to.»

The gaze shifted for a moment after he signed, finally giving an answer. One that she already knew. He had a job to fulfill. People to save, to protect, to fight for- Alex being one of them.

[missjaikehoe]

With A Little Help || Nime

Jaime was more than mildly flustered. It has been a couple of months since she has really, truly submitted to someone and the signs of submissive fatigue had started to surface. Jaime was having trouble sleeping, focusing and every time she encountered someone she began to revert to the timid young girl she used to be versus the semi-confidant woman she had grown into.

On this cold winter day, Jaime had made her way from her room toward her office with the intent of trying to get some planning done for the next semester. What she hadn’t counted on, though, was that she would be so distracted with the thoughts in her head that she would bump into someone and drop the folder with prior syllabi that she’d been carrying all over the corridor.

With a quiet curse, she knelt to begin picking up the words, speaking in a gentle tone to the person she’d bumped into. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you. I was just -- I wasn’t paying attention. I’m sorry.”

@stbheadmaster

[hxgure]

“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”

INJURIES // meme; accepting! [ x ]

⊰☠⊱ — ‘Shit.’ The erratic pounding of his head, like a drum on never-ending loop. Just thumping away, loudly; painfully. 

Parched lips tightened as he held back a groan of agony. It been a while since he sustained a blow that fatal, much less stay conscious as he was now. Too stubborn to go down yet eager to be knocking on death’s door. His self-destructive nature had the tendency to both put him in danger yet come through for him when it counted. Even though it encouraged those who cared for him, who worried for him, to give him a good scolding. He would never see the end of it. Their lips had the tendency to move fast when they got emotional. Even though he had some trouble when it was like that, he understood– loud and clear.

They deserved better, honestly.

With a shake of his head, the blood that trickled down his nose and forehead brought him back to reality. Half-lidded eyes sluggishly glanced towards the person nearby– an unfamiliar face. Cleaning up after his buddy? More unfinished business? 

‘Can’t catch a break, huh?’

Catching a glimpse of movement– despite how his vision blurred, he was able to catch what he had uttered. It caused a smug smirk to form along his lips, followed by a strained cough. Baring his fangs at him couldn’t hurt either. He did have the tendency to mess with his enemies a bit. Even if he wasn’t in the condition to provoke anyone.

··ᴛHɪNᴋ YᴏU·ʀE ᴀ LɪTᴛLᴇ LᴀTE ᴏN TʜE WᴀRNɪɴG. AɪN·T sOʀRʏ ·BᴏUᴛ TʜAᴛ TʜOUɢH.··

[hxgure]

“ if you think i’m pretty, you should see me in a crown. ”

BILLIE EILISH SENTENCE STARTERS // [ accepting! ]

⊰☠⊱ — Hair as bright and warm as the sun with a smile that reflected just that. Apparently there was a vacant spot on her head reserved exclusively for crown. Someone seemed to have a soft spot for childish games, playing princess being one of them. The thought of that amused the deaf man to no end, it shone in his eyes– a glimmer of amusement, as if his eyes danced with laughter. She would make an interesting princess, not your typical traditional princess.

A languid smirk served as a response to her comment. It wouldn’t hurt to entertain the notion, he remembered how Nina had recently scoured almost to the ends of the earth in their rugged little city for the perfect flowers. They were all in different colors and sizes yet perfectly weaved together– something the small girl that held a place in his heart had created; a flower crown as he recalled.

··ʜAɴG Oɴ.··

The guttural tone of the deaf Twilight seemed to have caught her by surprise as she perked up. She really reminded him of a playful stray cat. Cats always seemed to be drawn to him for some reason.

Taking a few steps back, glancing at the woman as if to make sure she would hang on, Nicolas rummaged through one of his drawers– it was still there. The flower crown. The tips of the flowers seemed to have been losing a bit of color and was drying up but it would do the job. He was sure Nina would’ve appreciated the little flower crown being put to use. With steps as light as a feather, the woman seemingly distracted by something in the small waiting area, he gently placed the flower crown on top of her head.

··ʏOᴜ WᴇRᴇ SᴀYɪɴG﹖··

Never will he miss an opportunity to tease someone. This time wasn’t any different. His smirk seemed to have gotten bigger; and not to mention a bit more smug.

[missjaikehoe]

PM: Jaime, would you mind covering Leah’s submission classes this morning? I would appreciate it immensely.

[PM]: Of course, sir! Is... everything okay?

[missjaikehoe]

[Left outside of Nico’s office in a wrapped box with an attached Christmas card that reads.]

Merry Christmas to you and the Professor, Headmaster! I hope you both enjoy these presents - the yoga coasters remind me of your love of sunrise yoga and the literary insults poster... well, I don’t think I need to explain the thought process behind buying that for the Professor. Enjoy your Christmas!

- Miss J. Kehoe

@stbheadmaster @profandybarrett