#c; vera

[nicholas-everett]

Light cascaded into the room as their bodies lay intertwined, sheets wrapped around them. Nicholas’ gaze remained fixed on Vera as she practically glowed, her head resting against his chest, their breath finally starting to even out. He places a soft kiss on her forehead as she looks up at him, his gaze wanting to take in every detail of her in that moment. Every time he didn’t think it was possible to love her anymore, she amazed him more and more. He brought his free hand to draw a finger along the side of her face, brushing a piece of hair aside, smiling gently towards her. “You’re beautiful.” He muses, his voice soft against the quietness of the world around them. He was amazed at how happy she made him. He’d thought after everything he’d been through in Italy, with Rose, and finding out that the entire time he’d been mind controlled, that he wouldn’t be able to open himself up to anyone else ever. But then there was Vera, true and steadfast, with more love than he often knew what to do with, making him feel like he was whole again. It was hard to believe that he hadn’t always been like this, the two of the, in love and taking on the rest of the world. The smile played on his lips as a soft laugh rose from his throat, pulling her even closer than before. He leaned forward, lips connecting with hers for a lingering and passionate kiss—a thank you for being so wonderful. Once they finally parted again, he drew in a breath, trying to catch his own. “You know, at this rate, we may never leave this bed again.” He lets out a breathy chuckle, a large part of him wishing that could be true. 

@veraelwyn

[pointetopointe]

Aubrey had gotten a text from Vera earlier that morning to let her know that she was in labor, so naturally she was getting ready to go to the hospital as soon as she got the word that her son had been born. It struck a certain amount of anxiety into her heart since she was going to be walking into a situation she herself would be in in six months, but regardless she wanted to be there for her friend, plus she was excited to see the baby without a doubt. Aubrey loved babies, even though she didn’t get to spent too much time around them she had a niece and a nephew who she loved dearly. Finishing pulling her sweater on the girl pushed her feet into her shoes before grabbing her handbag to leave for the hospital, checking her make up yet again to make sure it was flawless. Covering her bruised and beaten face that was slowly healing but still looked very banged up, she didn’t want Vera to notice anything because today wasn’t about her, it was about the new mother and her son.

She moved down the hallway of the maternity ward peeing at the numbers on the doors so she could find the right one that would hold the blonde’s new family. The sound of a scream came from the delivery room as she passed it, making her blood run cold in her veins. “Jesus….” Aubrey muttered, swallowing hard before seeing the correct number with a sigh of relief. Knocking gently the dancer pushed open the door so she could peer around it, a brilliant smile spreading across her slight face as she took in the sight of the newborn baby. “Oh my goodness, would you look at him….” she whispered, moving into the room more now she could see it’s occupants were awake. “How are you feeling? You must be exhausted.” She cooed, eyes soft as she looked at the baby. @veracoynefischer

[nicholas-everett]

@veraelwyn

Dust settled on hard to reach books lining the shelves along the walls. The scratch of Nicholas’ pen accompanied the sound of the slight hum that escaped his lips. The room, while lacking any natural light, where shadows crept in every corner, was strategically lit with various lamps and fixtures–a technique that inspired a sense of calm and focus in the room that Nicholas had picked up in his travels through Denmark. Losing himself in his research was not hard for Nicholas; extreme focus was something he considered to be his greatest strength. That afternoon he found himself surrounded by books, old and new, each documenting different findings throughout history of gene mutations and supernatural abilities in humans: one of Nicholas’ favourite area of study. His eyes flickered up to his tablet, fingers flicking through the article quickly. A tell-tale creak from a floorboard outside his office door silenced his humming and steadied his fingers. His eyes looked up, sure he didn’t have an appointment with any of his students.

“Hello?” His voice reached out into the hall as his door pushed open slowly and footsteps entered the room.

[aerospectrum]

@justsurv1vor asked: [ remind ] sender sets their hands on both sides of receiver's face and tries to get them to look at them directly ( vera to solider boy ) memes for fuuun :: ALWAYS OPEN

His ears are still ringing and the muffled shouting of voices never leaves even the most quiet recesses of his mind. His eyes forcefully refocus; heavy lashes fluttering up and down with each blink until he begins to come back to his senses. He's on his knees still, his shield is somewhere-- somewhere not beside him, he palms idly at his torso and chest- like he's checking himself over for mortal injury.

It dawns on him that he can't quite breathe; there's a dazed expression that follows and an aching burn that begins radiating deep down in his chest-- a pulsating red waiting to be unleashed on it's unlucky-- Green eyes snap forward and up when Vera's hands cup his face and finally something clicks into place. He sucks in a deep breath and sinks deeper onto his knees. "What-- what the... what the fucking, what the fucking hell just happened?" he stammers, his lips alternating between pursed and slack jawed.

[galaxydrcaming]

@lcnelylcves

A soft hum fell from her lips as she considered the young woman’s words. “I would recommend starting with small spells first. Always wise, but particularly in your case.” Magic always had a cost, but Vera was good at working out ways around that. Wise witches always did. “It’s my job. If you aren’t any good at it, I will not waste my time teaching you further, and I will fail you out of my classes. I do not give people second chances.” She was a blunt woman, but she didn’t care if that upset people. Emotions were a weakness in the Order, she learned to play her cards very carefully. Smirking, she raised an eyebrow at the young woman. “Asking how old I am is not an excellent start. All you need to know is I know what I’m doing.” 

With a nod, Evangeline takes out a piece of paper and makes a note of that. "Always a good plan, especially for someone like me, I never really got full control of my ability for..a number of reasons." She mumbles and clears her throat, not put off by the other's tone or her next words, she was used to this sort of bluntness. "I can't blame you for not doing so." Evangeline admits as she wraps her arms around herself and widens her eyes in surprise. "Oh, n-no! That's not what I meant in asking that, I just know that some people weren't born aware that they had magic at a young age, some learn later on, in my case, I didn't know until I was a little older so I was just...curious, sorry." She mumbles the last part and looks back down. "I'm sorry for taking up some of your time, I'll leave you to the rest and all."

[katesthio]

🔪 @horrormusesblog​ asked   ❛  You know you really picked an odd time to have this conversation.  ❜

               was it? he hadn’t even noticed, weren’t they here to talk and specifically about her father and mother? “ i’m your therapist, Vera. what would you consider a better time to talk about the things that haunt you while you’re awake? ”

[galaxydrcaming]

@lcnelylcves

Vera took her time in looking up, studying the young woman with blatant curiosity. “Unless your magic has a rule about not studying anything else, my magic can be taught to anyone with the focus and fortitude for it.” Even those without magic could learn, which Vera appreciated. Ambition shouldn’t be stopped by simple rules like being born to the wrong family. “There are consequences for everything in life. In my class, I teach how to manage the consequences of magic so neither you nor anyone else pay for it.” Of course, she did know blood magic had its uses, but that wasn’t something she offered in her classes. 

A small laugh escapes as Evangeline nervously taps on her side. "Uh, no, as far as I know, I don't think there's ever been a rule against it, but I didn't get to learn much about it before I arrived here." She explains, not wanting to talk about more when it came to her own magic, in fear of being questioned. "That's..that's something that I am incredibly grateful for, more than you may know." Evangeline states, an expression of relief crossing her face whem she looks back down. "Have you been doing this long?"

[nicholas-everett]

While the war had been won, the damage and destruction that lay in it’s wake left a devastating toll on the city. Smoke rose from the ashes of the remained, children cried for parents that were no longer there, and souls found themselves escaping their bodies. The world smelt of death, but the worst was over. The well had been sealed, and the monsters were crawling back under the bed. 

Nicholas’ mangled body lay on the concrete, his eyes flickering. His breath was shallow, and his arm was crushed. The pain had subsided into numbness and shock, and the adrenaline that still coursed through his veins was likely keeping him semi conscious. The moments that followed came in snapshots.

Hands grasping him. Blinding pain from the movement. Being strapped to a gurney. Having needles stuck into his good arm. Flashing lights. More children crying. Yelling out in pain. 

The moments passed slowly, as the rescue team loaded him in the back of an ambulance. The woman was saying something to him, but he couldn’t make it out. He felt himself struggle to breath. A lung had collapsed. They stuck a syringe into his chest to help it reflate. The moments moved quicker now. The sound of the sirens filled his ears, and pounded against his skull. They must have given him something for the pain, because now he felt comfortably numb. 

Nicholas opened his mouth in an attempt to speak, but nothing came out. The attendants were too busy working on him to notice. His eyes close again, and when the open, he sees the smoke filled sky as they paramedics wheel him into the hospital. Most noises fill his ears as they enter the chaotic hospital, the stimulus overwhelming him.  His head turns as his eyes catch the familiar flash of blonde hair. He opens his lips again, this time his voice breaks through, quiet and low. 

“Vera.” 

@veraelwyn