#andersxragnulf

[healerswanford]

where? Mercato di Porta Portese who? @andersxragnulf

Time flows without pause, there is no stopping or going back, but there is remembrance. The years had taught Isabella not to miss what is gone, but remember it fondly. To find similarities between what was and what is and take comfort on them. She is chasing that feeling as she walks by the stalls in the Mercato di Porta Portese. It reminds me to the thousands of flea market she has visited over the years, and there is something comforting about the fact. Something familiar.

She has stopped in a stall that sells carved figurines, when she is hit with the scent of a lycan. The instant disgust is pushed aside with practiced ease, and she decides not to pay them any mind. Until they get closer, and she looks up to meet his eyes.

"Would you like me to step aside so you can browse a bit?" She asks, perfectly polite as sharp brown eyes take him in with mild curiosity.

[hearthstonc]

who? @andersxragnulf where? the saturnalia market

"So, what do you think it's going to happen in Lupercalia?" It's a question everyone is asking, and echoing throughout. Everyone wants to know who is going to be the new Alpha of one of the biggest packs in Europe, after all. And soon, they will chance to witness history. Part of her cannot wait, but a bigger part is increasingly nervous about it all. They can't afford another Alek. Not now.

[hearthstonc]

who? @andersxragnulf​

where? all fours

“You know, sometimes I wonder if you are just a spirit haunting All Fours’, since I only ever see you here,” Regina says in amusement as she slides into the seat next to Anders and offers him a beer with a snicker. “That aside, how are you doing? With the Eye snooping around, it’s never easy to tell.”

[hearthstonc]

who? @andersxragnulf​

where? the streets of new rome

“I know you have permission to be here, but like, it’s after 3 am dude, maybe start heading back to your place?” Regina tells the delta as she locks the door to All Four’s behind her. She had the bartenders leave her to close up since Hazal had spent the night back on her coven complex so she didn’t have anyone to go home to and that was too depressing to dwell upon while she wasn’t absolutely exhausted. That did mean that she had to deal with the last straggler, but since it’s Anders she doesn’t particularly mind. “You are sober enough to remember the way, right?”

[edeliexii]

@andersxragnulf​.

              It can be hard trying to make a decent first impression. Èdelie’s trying to understand the lycans on an in-depth level not only out of curiosity, but out of respect. Their lived experiences are of her interest. It’s also important to remember not every lycan she encounters is apart of a pack, a memorable detail engraved inside of her mind to prevent problems ensuing. Resting her head against the wooden exterior of a door, Èdelie displayed a lopsided grin, hesitantly breathing, “Can I ask you something?” She doesn’t mind returning the favor by allowing him to inquire anything about eladrins, open to a fruitful exchange of words. She simply wants to absorb the lycan culture in a meaningful way.

[hearthstonc]

who? @andersxragnulf​

where? All Fours

“You know, I keep seeing you around and haven’t talked to you yet. My bad, man,” she comments, sliding next to the delta’s seat as she eyes him curiously. Regina has been making her rounds, trying to talk to as many lycans as possible in order to gauge the current opinion regarding Lupercalia. On her rounds, she had come across a lycan she keeps seeing around and not meeting, “Let me buy you a drink to make up for that?”

[caspermhahn]

starter for: @andersxragnulf​ location: anywhere yah want

“Seems almost a bit cliché, yeah?” the vampire leaned against the chestnut-tinted bar top, waiting for a bartender to take notice of his empty hand and grace his presence with a fresh drink, tone taking on a more endearing nature He adorned his classic devious smirk as his emerald hues met the lycan’s, just following a nonchalant eyeing and determining this by the general gruffness of the other. Calloused hands that gripped the cup rather firmly and various red patches that displayed new wounds, clearly from recent woodwork, “But guess I could say the same for myself… Do you have family in the business of carpentry and all that?”