#( hadrian. )

[edenblue]

early afternoon, the shelter part of tran’s pet shop, port steward // @hadrixn​​

Things were slowly starting to move towards a new normal. They are fairly certain that there are things that will always stay with both of them, changes too deep to even be exactly who they were before Nashville, but it’s finally beginning to feel like life can continue. There’s fear, and worry, even amongst all the hope they feel for the future. Going back into the office had felt a little monumental, reading through a new case, the idea of having to go back into the field so soon had made it a little hard to breath, when they’re still growing used to navigating the world so changed, when they’re still not quite ready to be too far from Hadrian for too long. It’s all getting easier, but it’s hard, and they know that it will probably be hard for a long time. They take solace in knowing that there’s good on the horizon, though. Prophecies coming so easily now, they’ve seen only happiness, those same three images over and over lately, as if their Sight is telling they all have to get there first, before they can see what’s next.

And they have the distinct feeling just from the change in energy around Hadrian that that is close, and that makes them hopeful for themself, too.

The thought of being alone in their apartment, though, even though they’re well aware they need to start getting used to sleeping in their own bed again, is one that makes their chest feel tight, a certain amount of panic threatening to slip through. Luckily, they’ve come up with a rather fantastic solution to it, begrudgingly thanks to Marie Catoinette being particularly kind to them since Nashville, something they’re certain will change once she knows they’re a little more back to normal. So they’ve pulled Hadrian along to the pet shop, to see if any of the animals up for adoption might be the right one to keep them company, when they’re alone in their apartment.

They know somehow that when they find the right pet, they’ll feel it, but that hasn’t stopped them from pausing at nearly every cage to talk to the dogs within, dragging Hadrian along by the hand as they flit around. Now they’re stopped at a hairless terrier named Lady Godiva.

“We should have brought Marie, I need to know that whoever I choose will get along with the Beast better than I do. I like this one, she reminds me of Tobias, but I have the distinct feeling Marie would not,” they reason thoughtfully, looking back at Hadrian with a grin. “What about you, dorogoi?”

[snowbaron]

 the night of the morgana’s cellar party, just after eden left, hadrian’s apartment // @hadrixn​

She had thought that with Scotland behind all of them, things would go back to normal, but she couldn’t have been more wrong. While her and Marleigh had been thrown in off the deep in of what they had only just scratched the surface of understanding, Ignatius Yaxley had been inevitably put in charge of keeping the whole squad from being blamed for a conspiracy that was probably related to that, and apparently Hadrian and Eden had been on a case that was completely unrelated, but horrifying. There weren’t many details floating around the office, everyone seeming to have an ounce of respect for their colleagues’ privacy for once, but she knows it had been bad, just from the little she knows, and how they had both looked when they reappeared.

So when she had gotten two separate invitations to come spend a few hours with Hadrian, while Eden tried going to the party at Morgana’s Cellar, she had jumped at the offer, feeling terrible that she hadn’t been to see Hadrian yet, so wrapped up in the mess of the Appius thing. She wants to make sure they were alright, try to provide a little bit of comfort, or a distraction and a taste of normalcy, depending on what they need. And she wants to do what Eden asked, too, keep them safe, make them feel safe, be there to protect them from any more harm.

She crosses paths with Eden in the hall outside of Hadrian’s apartment, assures them that she’s got things covered, offers a firm pat on the shoulder and a soft smile, trying not to linger too much on injury, then heads to Hadrian’s apartment. When the door opens, she gives them that same soft smile, as she holds up a red box.

“I brought you a Kentucky delicacy, took a trip back home this afternoon especially for the occasion. Bourbon chocolates,” she says softly, with a smile, before reaching forward and wrapping her arms gently around them. “I’m glad to see you, Hadrian.”

[edenblue]

after the veela case, sometime after being released from the hospital, hadrian’s apartment // @hadrixn​

It had been a blur of time in the hospital. They are grateful for the healers and mediwixes who worked so hard, coming and going, trying different things to give them some of their vision back in their right eye, potions, spells, too many different things, none of them working, but it had been exhausting, when they had accepted the moment they had woken that this is what the universe had been planning for them; they had to lose something to gain control. And they see it, so simply, they see the mediwixes realizing that they can’t do, a vision coming with ease, telling them that this is what they will have now. All they had wanted to do was to be with Hadrian, to hold them close and make certain they were alright, and to think on the world changing feeling of knowing, suddenly, that Sol had seen them, had seen their future. That despite going through something that felt like it could have been the end of their world, there was a future in front of them.

But the prospect of a future is difficult to focus on, when there is still so much healing to do. When the mediwixes finally seem to realize that they are not going to be able to fix their vision, that whatever strange and dark spell Adrian had used on them to try to claim their eye, couldn’t be undone––they’re lucky, they told them, that they still have their eye at all, even with its strange appearance, cloudy, murky, the blue less bright, difference between pupil and iris hazy, the lined scared on their eyelids––and they’re allowed to leave, they only have one thought in mind. Hadrian.

The idea of being alone in their cold, industrial apartment now, after everything, the idea of letting Hadrian out of their much less reliable sight for even a minute made them feel a lot like panicking. But there is no reason to compromise on this, luckily, and they know looking at Hadrian that they feel the same; they will not let each other far for a while. They want to offer comfort to Hadrian, to be something strong and vulnerable for them, to make certain they are okay, when too much focus has been on the physical wounds, and not the much deeper trauma of having been through what they had.

So as soon as they in the safe warmth of the apartment they have come to love just as greatly as their own, a little weak, still, and not quite used to navigating the world an eye down, Eden warps their arms around Hadrian gently, pulling them against their chest, savoring the warmth, living in it. Being able to hold them, to feel them to know they will be able to go on together, no matter how hard it is, it makes them feel like crying from the overwhelmingness of everything.

“I am glad we are here together. Safe,” they mutter.

[edenblue]

evening, before scotland but after bad prophecy, hadrian’s apartment // @hadrixn​

A relief that they hadn’t thought was possible in the wake of everything had washed over them when it became clear that the prophecy had changed nothing between them and Hadrian, no matter how terrifying and unexpected. They had known in their heart that it would be the case, but the insecurity of being so out of control, the guilt of having scared them that lingered in the hours after, even as they slept in Hadrian’s arms, had made them believe it was possible they might be left behind. How foolish, of their insecurities to even suggest such a thing, as they had woken to the same soft smile they loved so much on Hadrian’s face as they saw them, soft kisses shared under soft covers.

This, though, does not take away the worry heavy on their heart, a worry that has only seemed to infect everyone in the office, those going on the mission and staying behind, making the air nearly oppressive with a negative energy as the time approaches, with Cassandra and Ignatius gone on their half of things. And so it is the perfect time to do something to soothe some of that worry, knowing that they’ve caused a great deal of it, as knowledge of the prophecies spread. Tonight is a night for Hadrian. They want to pamper them, treat them like the special thing that they are, the ruler of the perfect little kingdom of their warm apartment, holding such a special place in Eden’s soul. 

They made them a decadent Turkish dessert, kazandibi, for them, enjoyed it together in the gentle peace of Hadrian’s apartment, but the night is not just about the elaborate dessert, no, they have something much better than that up their sleeve. Once they’ve had their fill, they reach over, take one of Hadrian’s hands.

“I have brought you a surprise, pchelka, something for us to enjoy tonight. I think you have earned it for putting up with me, a treat,” they say, a teasing smile on their lips.

[snowbaron]

early evening, sometime before scotland, hadrian’s apartment // @hadrixn​

Friends were not necessarily people that she had. It isn’t that she minds it, totally, she’s just never really found it easy to connect with other people on a deeper level like that, or even a casual one, as the disaster date had proven apparently. Her priorities weren’t conducive to that sort of thing, as most people didn’t really enjoy listening to someone talk about their obsession with their dead grandfather’s controversy, and proving it wasn’t him alone.

And yet somehow, she had made a friend. It’s an odd thing for her, to look forward to talking to someone else about the mundane, nothing work related unless it’s to complain about the stupidity of their coworkers, but Hadrian’s brand of gentle bitchiness worked well with her brand of sharp bitchiness, and it helps that they’re highly competent at what they do. So these little wine and whine sessions, as she likes to think of them in her head, have become more regular, and letting off a bit of steam is certainly needed, as they all prepare for the mission.

As soon as Hadrian open the door, she comes through it, kicking off her heels for once, suddenly shorter than Hadrian, handing them the bag of goodies she had brought, snacks and drinks, and pulling off her jacket.

“God, Hadrian, I can’t imagine your week has been any better than any one else’s, thanks for inviting me, we need this,” she says, sympathetically, as she shakes out her hair, welcoming the warmth of their beautiful apartment. “I forgot what that wine you like so much was called, but I asked the person at the store what the best wine to bitch while drinking was, and that’s what they gave me.”

[edenblue]

hadrian’s apartment, late night, time doesn’t exist but sometime before scotland         ( @hadrixn​. )

They’re pleasantly buzzed on the expensive wine that Hadrian had served with dinner, one of their mother’s old Turkish recipes that they had been dying to share with Hadrian, firinda patlicanli kuzu with a bit of a Russian twist. It had been such a nice night so far, laughing and talking about anything and everything over dinner, then to the couch to cuddle up together, the wine making them appropriately warm and soft, reading through War and Peace together. It’s easy to let the outside world fall away in the comfort of Hadrian’s apartment. They may complain about Hadrian never wanting to come to their much less cozy apartment, but in truth they don’t mind too terribly. This feels like a second home, a place where they can let their guard down, become something softer and gentler than they can be with anyone else, with Hadrian’s soft gaze on them, wearing the much too cozy clothes of theirs they borrow when they’re over for a while.

It’s easy for the gently touches, and the wine stained kisses to grown deeper, for them to pull their shirt over their head, and cover Hadrian with their heat until it becomes impossible to resist between the two of them. Eden all but throws Hadrian over their shoulder with a laugh, knowing how much they love the misleading strength, and carries them into the bedroom, leaving the Beast behind asleep in the living room, peaceful for once. They throw them down on the bed with a laugh, into the pillows and soft blankets, and they look like such a perfect vision there. Stripping down to their boxer briefs as quickly as they can, they all but pounce on top of Hadrian, helping them pull their shirt off, too, before leaning down getting to work peppering kisses all over their chest, their collarbones, up their neck, to their jaw, hands wandering.

“Better dessert than any I could make for us, I think,” they hum, grinning down at Hadrian, before leaning down and kissing them, deep, full of hunger. There’s a pull, though, at the back of their mind, something just behind their eyes, not fully familiar. But they ignore it, all of their focus on Hadrian

[edenblue]

a while into the party, the ballroom / @hadrixn​

There is no way to miss the entrance. The party is already in full swing, the free flowing champagne having done a great deal for the mood of the evening. It is amusing to watch the way everyone seems to forget themselves and their positions so easily, the whole thing more like a school dance full of hormonal teenagers, than a party for wixen America’s government officials. It is amusing, but not amusing enough. They’ve found their interest in tonight’s events waning, mostly hanging around for the caldron of keys game, the joke they had made to Nomi earlier about more heartbreak in the air, than satisfaction feeling accurate.

So when their eyes land on a familiar figure coming into the room so late into the party, in flowing white, decorated with pearls and lace, a strikingly soft and delicate figure amongst the rest of the crowd, they can’t help but grin. A sign things might turn around, the sight of someone they feel a kinship with more so than others on the squad so far.

They weave through the crowd, to approach from the side, wanting to catch Hadrian by surprise. “If I did not know any better, I would say you were looking for attention with such a late entrance,” Eden says, voice teasing, coming up behind them. Now that they have a better look at their costume, they raise an eyebrow, holding up a hand. “Wait, let me guess. Countess Natalya Ilyinichna Rostova, da? I am honored.”

[sweetbloods-blog1]

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     “ woah, everything okay there ? ” hadrian bites back a grin, already deeply amused by the clumsy but cute boy before him. from a distance, the street racer seemed so cool and intriguing, but the illusion was shattered as soon as hadrian came closer and got to witness him almost face-planting from tripping over his own feet. “ i was just gonna congratulate you on the win, but maybe you should sit down first. ”