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@strangeperfectionss(or whichever blog)
“Oh no,” Blair said, making a face and ducking down in her seat. “Why is he here?” she asked, more to herself and moving so she was blocked from his line of vision. “I’m sorry. It’s that guy from my econ class who won’t leave me alone. Just stay still for a sec, please?” she begged.
@shxfting (for whoever on whatever blog)
Blair frowned down at the table, picking at something stuck on it. “It’s not always that easy though,” she said softly, glancing up for only a second. “I can’t help but feel guilty. Like if I had noticed, I could have stopped it and then maybe so many people wouldn’t have gotten hurt.” She sighed and shook her head, her hair falling to cover part of her face. “Everyone hates my family. Shouldn’t I feel guilty?”
@blairswynford location: Lupercalia notes: jesties and roomies
"Do you know when Huntress goes on?" Viktor wasn't a fan of any of the music that was being played, if it wasn't being screamed at an unknowable decibel then he did not want to hear it. Huntress sounded cool though and it was the only band that didn't sound like it was supposed to be a pun. Rage Against the Suppressants? What a joke. As always, the mildly obsessed nephilim couldn't help but wonder where Harellan had wandered off to, there weren't many conversations that Viktor didn't pull him into.
@blairswynford location: mojo dojo casita house (mutat domun) notes: jesties
They had their own place but this halfway house wasn't terrible, it was definitely accommodating. The home was kind of alive? Admittedly it wasn't Viktor's biggest fan ever since he'd coughed up one of Harellan's loads onto the drapes, but it didn't seem like the house didn't hold that much of a grudge. For about a week or two before Christmas Viktor had been walking with more of a spring in his step; it was as if he'd been grieving one moment, and then the next he was fine. Viktor talked about his mother more easily now, he went to work without complaint, and when he baked oatmeal raisin cookies he was glad that nobody wanted them. More for him.
"So, movie later? Harellan and I never got to watch that new Thanksgiving movie and it's streaming now so maybe three of us could...?" Viktor had been working the hollowborn into just about every conversation that came up because well- he'd more or less latched himself onto Harellan and he had no interest in letting go. They'd gone from canonically on again and off again to on, very on, for what was probably the longest stretch of time yet.
He doesn’t think before he moves. He just moves. When he sees the stranger crossing the street, realizes that they don’t see the car that’s not slowing down, instinct kicks in and his powers react almost of their own accord. For the first time in years, he doesn’t consider the consequences of using his powers. He just reaches out with a tendril of solid shadow, lets it wrap around the stranger’s waist, and pulls them out of the way before the car can hit them.
“Why the hell weren’t you paying attention?”
🌑 Blair
He doesn’t think before he moves. He just moves. When he sees the stranger crossing the street, realizes that they don’t see the car that’s not slowing down, instinct kicks in and his powers react almost of their own accord. For the first time in years, he doesn’t consider the consequences of using his powers. He just reaches out with a tendril of solid shadow, lets it wrap around the stranger’s waist, and pulls them out of the way before the car can hit them.
“Why the hell weren’t you paying attention?”
🌑 Blair
The shadow tendrils snuck their way up the stranger’s ankles, holding tight. It was a reflex reaction for Blair, a result of being startled. He didn’t stop them once he registered what they were doing, instead looking warily at the intruder. “What’re you doing in my apartment?”
“I’m pretty sure I saw that on tv once only it looked much cooler and it didn’t leave such a mess. Did you mean to do that?” @strangeperfectionss
