#daniel: 01

[rowanxaubri]

new beginnings | daniel & rowan

@danielkrieg​:

This school was nothing like he had imagined, not that anyone would have been able to anticipate what it was going to be like. The supernatural were no surprise–he had known about them for years, at least some of them. But now he was a slave? There could be no getting used to that. It had distracted him from his goals, as the only reason he had enrolled was to speak with Jody, but he couldn’t imagine speaking to him now with this collar around his neck. Hiding in the library during his only hour of freedom, Daniel felt the hair on the back of his neck raise, feeling like he was being watched. “You should take a person, it will last longer,” he snaps, more grumpy than he would normally be.

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“Not a photography major, sorry my dude,” came the fairly blase comment, Rowan resting her elbows on the table so that her hands could cradle her chin.  In truth, she hadn’t meant to stare - either she was zoned out from the tests she was grading, or she had been trying to place his unfamiliar face.  Considering how many currents her brain ran on, the odds of it being both were high.  The whole ‘being a slave’ thing was new to her, too, even if the island wasn’t.  “Though uh, word to the wise?  Most of the Masters and Mistresses here are pretty chill, but there are a few who aren’t.  Might want to figure out who is which before they have you, I don’t know, strung up in the quad or dressed up like a unicorn just because you snapped at them.”

[heyxmissxjude]

bumbling | jude & daniel

@danielkrieg​:

Out of all the bizarre and strange things that seemed to be on the island, the one that Daniel never expected to see was a polar bear. Vampires, werewolves, and witches were all things you could find here regularly, and yet this place still managed to stun him. Was the bear also some sort of person as well, were shapeshifters a thing? Or maybe it was a familiar, like he had read in so many different stories. They were all fiction, but if witches were real, who was to say that familiars weren’t a thing as well.

Daniel tried not to stare, but it was hard to be subtle as he watched the polar bear walk through the campus. He was staring at the animal so intensely, that he didn’t even notice the girl until she spoke. He tried not to jump at being acknowledged, a small flush creeping up his neck. It was such an odd question, and he couldn’t help but gape at her for a moment, eyes flicking from her to the bear.

“Three thousand pounds, give or take?” he guessed, the confusion clear in his voice.

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“Not a terrible guess, by any means,” she mused, quite curious as to just how the man would react when Bumbles did the inevitable and started snuffling at the unfamiliar.  Which at the moment, meant the slave.  The polar bear tended to be protective when it came to members of their family, even if their number on the island had decreased.  And while Jude had become more than capable of handling herself between her existing abilities and Magnus’ training, that didn’t mean Bumbles acknowledged such a thing.

“He is larger than the average polar bear, by all means, but not quite so heavy as three thousand, he’s closer to a ton.  That being said, my darling -”  The djinn chuckled as Bumbles started his approach to the slave at that point, sniffing audible, her blonde head tilting to survey his reaction.  Would he just take off running, or simply still like it was an overgrown puppy.  “He does still weigh enough to break the ice.  Jude Rigby,” she offered with a grin.  “Miss Jude if you prefer titles or are one of my students, but simply Jude also works.”

[tana-blackwood]

Location: Derry’s Pub Who: @dxn-bolton​

It had been a while since Santana had swung by the Bolton’s bar. When she was younger she had spent a good deal of time there, even worked there short term, but over the years she frequented it less. After all, as a general rule if she wanted to see the Boltons she could always see them at coven meetings. But then Daniel had been turned and so had Gray and so she began to see less and less of them. Perhaps that was why the witch opted to swing by that night and check in. She might not have been able to actually drink but that didn’t mean she couldn’t order something non-alcoholic and catch up. Stepping in she quickly spotted the eldest Bolton, the one she had been in the same grade as back in school, and made her way over to the bar to greet him. “Hey, sweetheart.” Leaning on the wood she smiled at the blonde. “How are you doing, Danny? It’s been a while."