#( tavi. )

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+ TARQUIN / PINK PARTY

"If I tell you something do you swear you won't breathe a word of it?" Tavi approaches her brother with a grin and two flutes of champagne, handing one over. "And I mean it, I'll know if you go blabbing all around, Tarquin." She warns with a good-natured wag of her finger, leaning against the wall beside him. The news only reached her this week that the company she and Felix had set up was recently purchased, and for twenty million at that. The fact that it was by Leo makes it even better and she knows Tarquin will get a kick out of the news. @rviner

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+ SERAPHINA / CHARITY EVENT

"Oh good, you're no longer burning up. Well you are, that dress is amaze, super hot, but you know what I mean," Tavi waves a hand as she greets Seraphina, handing her a flute of champagne. "No longer in peril." That they know. At this point, Tavi trusts no reassurances of peace or safety. But they're all well versed in putting on a show, and saving face, even during times of uncertainty. "I'm probably going to be the hundredth person to mention but – Jet's practically eye fucking you from across the room. I'm assuming this is an off period?" The two witches were known for being on-and-off and Tavi could never keep track of which one it was. @waterfallswords

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+ FELIX / WALKING TO ASPHODEL

"Tarqi was right to stay in Europe," Tavi says, making a face at the gray skies as they walk down Madison Ave. She adjusts her bag and Yankees cap as a drizzle begins and sighs. "I could enjoy Greece while it's still spring. A bit less hot. But lord knows I could use the sun. You too." Tavi quips, nudging Felix's elbow before pulling him into a coffee shop. She's procrastinating their approach to Asphodel, mainly because it's been a week since they returned from Paris and she's not seen her mum. Mostly because she's been busy, but also because she doesn't want any art in her flat.

"Don't tell me you're going to take my mum's course. I always knew you fancied her." She smirks as they step up in line to order. She barely glances at their menu before rattling off their usual order, "oh," Tavi interrupts before the total is rung up, eyes falling to the display case. "And one of your blueberry muffins. Thanks." She hands off the muffin to Felix once it's given to her in a brown paper bag, and steps to the side, watching as the rain begins to grow heavier.

"Have your thoughts changed at all on it?" Tavi asks after a beat, meaning the institute. "Are you finally converted?" The witch waggles a brow, curious if Asphodel has worked for Felix in a way it hadn't for her. Their situations are different, of course, but surely the same support and healing methods apply? Or, perhaps, they only work if someone's been completely traumatized, rather than partially. @manybcdthings

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TAVI – FELIX

[sent at 230 p.m.] Tavi: Make sure you're not late, darling [sent at 3 p.m.] Tavi: Actually, I'm sending a car for you at 4 p.m. Tavi: I'd rather not delay our flight. We've got to be in the studio in the morning. Tavi: And I'm nice so look what's waiting for you for the flight Tavi: [photo] Tavi: Fresh from Lafayette. And I've asked for there to be blueberry muffins at the fitting tomorrow @manybcdthings

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TAVI – TARQI

Tavi: Paris this weekend? Tavi: I've work Saturday morning but Fe is going to join Tavi: If you don't reply in an hour, I'm assuming it's a yes. xo

@rviner

[ignatiusyaxley]

morning, central squad offices // @tavihargrave​

Ignatius is surprised when he comes in and there’s a fresh, new case file waiting for him on his desk.  It feels kind of wild that he’s expected, or even allowed, to just keep going, keep working on cases, when there’s an open investigation going on with his name all over it. As of yet, though, there haven’t been any charges or anything against him, that he knows of, or he assumes because his pseudo lawyer’s lost an eye, or something equally as horrifying, and isn’t in the office to give him all the whisperings of legal updates from their lawyer friends he’s been relying on, so apparently he can just keep working as usual. It’s even more of a surprise, though, that his name is under lead on this case, a case about emails apparently, and the name below his is one he’s never heard of in his entire life.

“What the hell is Tavi Hargrave?” he mutters, as he frowns down at the case file, flipping through the pages thinking maybe he’ll get a better idea of that answer if he looks through it more. There’s nothing helpful, though, of course, because the case isn’t about Tavi Hargrave, it’s about a haunted email that’s been going around, apparently? He only has a vague idea of what emails are, knowing because of the computer class that Emerson’s teacher had mentioned she could take next year, if he was interested in getting her acquainted with technology from a young age. 

He looks up, glancing around the room covertly, looking for any unfamiliar faces. Instead, though, his eyes land on a computer, a computer he’s shocked he hadn’t noticed before now, but then, he’s been fairly distracted for the past month or so with all of the trauma. And that must be Tavi Hargrave. Or where Tavi Hargrave is hidden. A computer. So he get up, case file in hand, and heads over, and sure enough, there is a man behind the big, loud computer. A man he’s never seen in his life somehow, despite working here every day.

“Hey, mate, I’m Ignatius... are you Tavi Hargrave?”

[edenblue]

[Incoming Telekit Message] Recruit Tavi Hargrave: There's a pink box in the breakroom fridge with an eclair in it. Consider it a thank you gift. I hope you're not lactose intolerant or something.

You are a good man, Tavi, spasibo! Who told you about my sweet tooth and my secret affinity for pink? If you would like any more aid, or perhaps a companion as you explore this brave new world, I am more than happy to help, with or without the chocolate bribery :)

[edenblue]

the breakroom, midday, the central squad offices // @tavihargrave​

There are about a dozen things on their mind, a dozen worries, many of which have to do with visions beyond their control, and memories that are not theirs, things they cannot control. But there is something that they do have power to try to help with, a little extra unnecessary worry over the other piece of their soul’s shoulders that they may be able to change. And any less worry will do a world of good, as things are now, everything from Scotland still so fresh, and now a horrific case to head out on the two of them only days away. Hadrian deserves to feel comfortable, they deserve something gentle, after so much pain, and if offering a bit of understanding and aid might help give that, they are more than willing to do so. 

And on the other hand, they know what it is like to be thrust into a world they do not understand, to make missteps not out of malice, but out of lack of understanding. If they can ease some of that trouble for someone else, they think that can only be a good thing, even if their attempts at education with Jack Monday had been met with hostility.

So when they come into the break room to get hot water for their tea, and they see Tavi Hargrave already there, they seize the opportunity.

“Ah, good, I was hoping that we may have a chance to speak before I am off on my next case. I apologize for not introducing myself sooner. I am Eden Blue, and you are Tavi Hargrave. I have heard much about you.”