#chat: andy

[lennyromeijnders]

for: @tigresshifter​ location: andy & zara’s apartment

It’s Andrea that she finds first, her address boasting residence somewhere expensive. Outside the building, she contemplated what sort of place in life her sister had found herself in: twelve years was long enough to become someone else, it was certainly long enough for a girl who had been exactly that- a girl, to grow up. She smoothed down her hair and straightened her jacket, wondering if it was nervousness that had her hesitating. Her hands find the door and she knocks, realizing as the sound presses to the wooden surface that it isn’t nervousness that pricks at her like pins, but instead a sort of worry- some skeletons were best left unsurfaced, there was a version of Andy’s future that lay in her heart like a pressed flower, perfect and undisturbed. The door swings open, stealing away her thoughts and she pauses when a familiar face stands on the other side of it. “Hey.”

[milos-othonos]

for: @tigresshifter​ location: styx

“You said that you wanted to party like the kobaloi,” Monty chided, catching the expression that touched at Andy’s features when a fresh round of shots was brought to their table. “That is not the spirit. We always clink the glasses, whisper a thanks to out patron god, then tip them back with a smile on our faces.” He was teetering on the edge of drunk, a delightful place where his fingers were beginning to feel numb and a laugh sprung from him too easily. The shifter he had brought along, a baby cousin, was now privy to the way that the species drank, and it was not an easy feat, despite how valiant she was being. “Unless of course,” he said, brow lifting, “You’ve had too much and need to be taken home. I’d of thought you wouldn’t need a bedtime, but Leonidas was always the most likely to fall asleep in his chair before ten o’clock as well. Maybe it’s hereditary.”

[sarikavari]

@andyghaziri​

She had gotten plenty of stares that day. Whether it was because she was who she was or because of the dress she had dared to wear for the occasion Sarika couldn’t say though because no one had yet to make a comment either way. It seemed the alcohol was working its magic in other ways than the superficial. Still, Sarika had been making hints that she wanted someone to compliment what she was wearing, to let her know that she still looked good despite the lack of elegance that went into her wardrobe choices, and she had been highly disappointed through the whole brunch.

Head swimming at the moment, the Hungarian turned to the person next to her and sighed loudly. Andy was someone she knew from before this whole mess that was being disguised as protecting them and it was nice to now see the girl mingling between the Royals on a daily basis now. It seemed for some reason they had kept missing each other since the other girl’s arrival but the fates had them sitting together during this lovely brunch and Sarika wasn’t about to squander the opportunity to catch up. If only she could get the room to stop spinning then today would have been perfect. “Do you like my dress?” Why was that the first thing to pop out of her mouth? Usually she didn’t give a damn what people thought about her or her appearance and now she was fishing for compliments. “I feel like you would know if it was a good choice or not. You always seem so well dressed.”

[peacock-sylv-blog]

@andyalbatross

It always annoyed Sylv when she required assistance from someone. Now, she found herself pacing outside of Andy’s room in the manorr, armed with a sheet of paper in her hand and a scowl on her face. Finally, the brunette paused, opening the door after two quick knocks. “Andy, are you in?” She caught a glance of the other girl’s head whipping around and before she could protest Sylv’s sudden and unannounced arrival, she continued. “I need your help, Gary McKinnon.” She shoved the paper in Andy’s direction, “Boot up your computers, I need this shoe exactly-- preferably before the public release.”

[lailarenaud]

for: @tigresshifter​ location: hel’s deep

Laila was becoming a fixture in Hel’s Deep. She ignored the bar upstairs, making her way down to the concrete floors below, where she roamed with a mean look in her eye and a scowl fixed upon her lips. Most were there for the same reason, the energy in the room was matched with her own— within them they all housed something feral, something that longed to lunge forward and out of their skins. She wanted to taste blood on her tongue, for her mouth to well with copper and for her to spit it out and stain the ground with ichor. They were gods down here, and she surged forward when a being sent another shifter sprawling against the ground, leaving the space empty for someone else to claim. They took a look at her before shaking their head, murmuring something about shifters only, and in their place— a tigress materialized. Laila’s grin broadened, she was used to fighting men and this was a welcome change. She circled, hungrily. “I don’t lose, you know.”

[theladynadinerahl]

mobandroyalty

Despues de saber que la parte de la familia de mi padre eran mafiosos, no pude dejar de pensar en ello. Enrico me caia bien y me gustaba, pero por el momento lo que mas queria era conocer a esa parte de la familia. Asi que con viejas cartas que tenia de mi padre,consegui una direccion,y no tarde en llegar alli.La casa de los Gray.

Que podia decir al presentarme alli?Algo asi como "hola soy la sobrina que no conocias... se que sois mafiosos, no quiero unirme al negocio pero ...." Nah no podia decir nada asi,me quede ante las puertas de la casa sin atreverme a llamar.

[cross-connor]

"Hello. Who are you?"

Connor.

[sweet-dalia-blog]

addison-williams replied to your post: jammin’ to beyoncé

Who run da world?….gurls.

Preach.