#convo:pandora

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drunk

drunk: my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

Vamos a ver, venga... Muévete. Llevar en brazos a alguien con quien solo se había cruzado un par de veces por el portal de aquel edificio no era exactamente cómo Pandora pensaba celebrar haber sido aceptada en el doctorado. Para una vez que salgo... Musitó para sí misma, mientras intentaba subir el último escalón con aquel peso casi muerto. También era coincidencia que tuviesen que reparar el ascensor aquella semana... Vives en el 7, ¿verdad? Solo consiguió recibir un leve movimiento de cabeza como respuesta, así que supuso que era un sí. Con dificultades llegaron a la puerta de la casa ajena; ahora solo faltaba entrar para que la doctorando pudiese vovler al pub y seguir con su fiesta. De acuerdo... ¿Dónde guardas las llaves? 

[reluctantheartcd]

@ofimpulse​ / dora

walking out of her last class of the day, bridget reached in her bag to grab her wallet. she was nodding off in her classes the entire day, so she headed toward the cafe to grab an iced coffee. placing her order and waiting at a table near the door, she watched pandora walk in. bridget patted the empty seat next to her and waited for the other to sit down, “everyone here looks so boring, they’re all plain clean average americas going to and from shitty jobs and staying awake at night thinking about how they want to die.” it was a cynical interpretation, but it wasn’t entirely inaccurate as blue and white collar workers in chicago wandered in and out of the store, tightly gripping lattes and bagels.

[brewingglory-stopperingdeat-blog]

Funerals and Families AU | Severus & Pandora (1981)

Severus had been to too many funerals. They were all the same: lots of people crying, hugging, telling stories, sharing food. God, there was so much food.

All funerals were sad, but there was something especially poignant about Xenophilius Lovegood’s. Perhaps it was the fact that he was one of those few, genuinely good people. Perhaps it was because his new family –small as it was– had been truly happy upon the birth if their daughter. Perhaps it was because he had been married to one of Severus’ only friends.

Speaking of which… Severus had been watching Pandora closely these past few days, chasing away the buzzards when it became too much for her, but at some point he’d lost her in the melee.

He glanced around room, finding her quickly. He wandered over, glaring at anyone who looked like they were heading her way.

When he reached her, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders in a brief hug. It wasn’t something that came naturally to him, but it looked as if she’d needed it.

He pulled back, and looked into her face intently. “How are you?”

@tales-of-pandoras-box