#elena001

[klara-volkov]

location: daily dose time: mid morning status: closed for @elenaxvolkov

Klara sat spinning her cup round, staring into the liquid that swirled inside. It had been a month since she last saw her sister, never finding time to see her and not wanting to force plans upon her. They had drifted apart for reasons she couldn’t explain, it was something that had naturally occurred. There had been no big fight, they simply had just stopped making time for each other. Isaak suggested that they both met up for a coffee shopping date, a favourite past-time of theirs. It was a relief when Elena enthusiastically stated a date and meeting place, the pressure removed to make the first move. Her daydreaming was broken, by the familiar sound of heels on the wooden floor. 

“Elena,” she smiled warmly, rising to give her sister a firm hug. 

[aurorjohndawlish]

Who: John Dawlish & Elena Paget-Devereux When: March 10th, 1978. Evening. Where: Their shared apartment in muggle London.

John Dawlish had been away from home for far too long. When he’d accepted the assignment at Hogwarts months ago, he’d been ready for a challenge, but he hadn’t expected the case to drag on as it had with absolutely no end in sight. After all of the challenges he’d faced, the lies, the betrayals, and now the familiar faces of his past suddenly drudging up old memories best left forgotten, he’d found himself in dire need of a break from it all. It wasn’t like Dawlish to ask for a day off, but after Elena’s most recent letter he’d gone straight to Dom’s office and asked for a long weekend to himself. And as he stepped inside the apartment he hadn’t seen since Halloween, John couldn’t bring himself to be the least bit sorry about taking a few days to get away.

One glance at the coatrack told him Elena wasn’t home yet, and another glance down at his watch told him it was only a matter of time before she would be. His timing was perfect. Shrugging off his trench coat, John relished in the familiarity of hanging it in the usual spot before straightening his boots by the door. He was eager to get out of the clothes that were still damp from the long Quidditch match that day and into the muggle clothes he had come to enjoy so much but had to leave behind. It hadn’t taken him long to change, but knowing he was short on time, John had turned to a little magic to straighten up the apartment and prepare a bouquet in the moments before he could hear Elena opening the door. Glancing down at the flowers in hand, John straightened a few stray petals, wanting everything to be perfect, before rounding the corner with a wide smile. “Hey stranger”  

@nursexelenapd

[xcynric]

WHERE: Spilled Ink WITH: @elenasinclair​

Cynric hadn't planned on adding to his pitifully small ink collection until the very moment he found himself striding through the tattoo parlor doors, eyes peeled for any sign of Elena. True to his impulsive nature, he barely had an idea for a new tattoo in mind—- it was more like a mess of different thoughts he hoped the tattoo artist could help him pick a design out of. Shrugging out of his coat, he gave a small shudder as the warmth inside the parlor enveloped him, driving out the cold clinging to his skin. “Humor me because I’m slightly drunk,” Cynric announced once he spotted Elena, “but I think it’s time for some more ink.” He knew drunken tattoos were often discouraged by some, but he thought Elena knew him well enough to know just how impulsive he was even without a buzz— this behavior was nothing new from him. “And no, it isn’t your name on my asscheek— sorry,” he added, flashing her an amused smirk as he unceremoniously flopped into the nearest chair, “I’m just bored, Elena. Need ya to spice my life up a little.”

[burythelei]

@elenamstafford

Cassiopeia was marked to work on the set of Operation Unknown today, mostly with keeping all the staff stuck with tear-down and any other final edits happy and alive. The alive part, at least, she was good at. Sending a quick meme to her group text with Leda and Mark, Cass held out a coffee to the blonde. “ Sup, Morgan. Your favorite craftie is here to ruin your day. How's it feel to know you’re done with this place for the year ? ”

[nathanielxxgrey-blog]

New Boy in Town || Nathaniel & Elena

@lasirenaelena

Elena didn’t always watch where she was going, and most of the time people were generally polite about it. She had gone into the cafe to get her usual salted coffee, and then decided last second to change it up a little and add some caramel to it. They had some syrups and a shaker of cinnamon for communal use on a counter by the exit and she had just made her way toward it when she got distracted by someone’s phone going off. She looked toward the source of the noise as she walked and ended up walking right into someone.

She dropped her own drink to the floor, splattering hot coffee over her dress and legs. Skin stinging from the spill and taken aback by the rude reaction from the man she bumped into, Elena shot back. “Excuse you?” She was still learning about landfolk insults, but she knew that word. It was one of the first ones she had learned so she understood easily enough that he was insulting her, which was ridiculous because he didn’t even know her.

“You know what’ll take that stain right out? Saltwater.” She arched a brow as she stared hard at him, “Oh yes. Saltwater will work wonders on fixing up that stain and maybe do a bit for your attitude. How about we go for a swim?” She smiled at him, all teeth and daring eyes, “We can go down to the beach right now. I’m not wearing a swimsuit but since our clothes are all covered in coffee anyway, I don’t think it’ll matter that much. I swim in the nude all the time. You can keep yours on though. Clean out the stain,” and it would weigh him down.

In all honesty, Nathaniel supposed he could handle the situation a little better, filtering out his nasty comment even when he was feeling irritated. But he wasn’t feeling like being nice to anyone, having the opinion that no one in this town was worth being nice to. Admittedly that was rather pompous of him to think so, but he wasn’t a nice man to begin with anyway, so would he start now.

Nathaniel gave her a look as if to say, ‘really bitch?’ with his brow arched and his eyes narrowed slightly. Then he curled his lips into a slight smile as he looked her up and down, judging her from head to tow. And dear Jesus on a stick what in the world was this woman wearing? Did she really think that she could get away looking like that? “No thanks,” he said afterwards, “You’re dreaming if you think that I want to spend more time with you after what you did to me.” he gestured to his ruin clothes. "And you won’t get no problem with my attitude if you actually use your eyes to watch where you’re going instead of daydreaming or whatever.” It was a good thing that he wasn’t wearing his best clothes today or he’d have made a bigger scene than this.

[mikaelwhiteashes]

the price you pay | mikael + elena

“I said get out.” Mikael jerked back on the nobleman and pushed him out of the room. The man almost fought back until he took in Mikael’s full frame. The door shut in his face and Mikael picked up the discarded robe from the floor. “Are you alright?” He carried the robe over to the young girl on the bed. One of the serving boys had said a client was getting rough, showing signs of aggression towards one of the girls, and Mikael couldn’t allow that. So he’d stopped what he was doing, haphazardly dressed himself and marched across the brothel to find out what exactly was going on. Triston had policies, after all. He cared for the men and women who served King’s Landing in his name. And Mikael often enforced that. Draping the robe over her, he sat down on the edge of the bed. “What was your name again?” he asked quietly, trying to be as soothing and calming as he could be.

He wasn’t even sure how violent the man had been, or what he had walked in on. Was this girl okay with it? Was she scared? Mikael frowned. Whores were looked down upon in this city. He had the privilege of being highborn, but many whores were orphans and bastards, coming from all over the known world to earn a bit of coin. But to him, that did not mean they were to be treated as lower than an animal.

“I do apologize if that was going as you had planned it to, but Triston does not appreciate anyone getting rough with those in his care. And you, my dear, are one of those people.” Mikael offered her a gentle smile, adjusting the tunic he had thrown on. It wasn’t his and didn’t fit well, but the important bits were mostly covered. “My name is Mikael, by the way.”

[vampbarbieforbes]

Panic. Complete and unadulterated panic is the only thing that Caroline can feel at the moment. Elena's text alone was enough to send a chill through her entire body. She knows that Kol is still out there, still waiting to exact his revenge. Caroline thought maybe he would wait a bit longer to attack again, but it made since for him to strike now. They wouldn't expect him to. Their guards would be down.

She's running back to the dorm the second she knows where to find Elena. Her speed is probably faster than it should be in broad daylight, but she can't bring herself to care, not if her best friend's life is in trouble again. 

Finally, she's barging through the door, looking all flustered and on edge. "Elena? What's wrong?" Caroline takes a sweeping looking around before realizing that they're alone. "What gives? You said you had an emergency."

[themarkedgilbert]

catching up || jerlena

After Daniel left Jeremy went out to pick up some food from the Grill. Dinner wasn't exactly his main focus for the night, but he didn't want to unload everything on her at once either. His sister was strong and pretty good with handling whatever was thrown at her, but they definitely had some catching up to do. With everything else that was going on over the past couple of months, Jeremy felt like they hadn't really sat down and talked in a while, so that's what they were going to do tonight. If they were going to survive all of this, they needed to have each other, that much he was sure of. That couldn't really happen if they were keeping things from each other though, and he hoped it wouldn't be that way between them anymore. A lesson he already learned, withholding the truth doesn't always protect someone.

He returned to their house with food in hand and went straight for the kitchen, not seeing Elena along the way. He was sure she was home now though, or at least he hoped she was. "Elena!" Jeremy called her name out as he placed the bag down on the counter before taking everything out of it. "I just picked up something from the Grill, figured we could focus on the catching up part instead of our lack of ability to cook." He grinned, thinking she was nearby now. "Have you heard anything about Caroline yet?" Jeremy wasn't sure of who all was looking for her at this point, but he thought somebody would have to find her soon.