#for sylvie

[snoguts]

or was it the grieving sister, the lady ashara? she threw herself into the sea i’m told. why was that? for the brother you slew, or the child you stole?

based on a meeting on the turret stairs

[emilyjunk]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

steca club bathroom smut idek. i listened to “magnets” and the aesthetic was born in my head. this is just me trying to paint one still picture that existed in my brain for .2 seconds.

[raphael-likes-to-cackle-blog]

At Sylvie’s Work

Raphael lounged against the wall as he waited for the nurse to call Sylvie over the PA system. He swung a plastic bag in his hand, breakfast from the keep’s kitchen. He’d seen her take off without eating earlier that morning. That would just not do. He caught a passerby staring at him and he dropped them a wink and a smile.

[aiden-zavala]

I Missed My Angel | Sylvie & Aiden

The halls are empty, save for a few students that decided to skip their classes. They glance at him, all having some confused expression covering their features. Some were confused because they knew him and hadn’t seen him in many months, while the others had no idea who he was. New students, most likely, he’d have to read their files later, he’d have to do a lot of reading later. God, he’d have a lot of work later. Well, that’s what happens when your work makes you switch locations on such short notice. Maybe he should go do that now. Aiden quickly shakes his head, as scared and nervous as he is, he’s not going to just wave this off. They told him that he should get some rest, because he’d have to catch up on work first thing tomorrow. It’s his first day back, he needs to make things right with Sylvie now

Aiden snaps out of it when he hears the bell ring. School’s over now, for today at least, so that means he has five minutes until Sylvie gets back to her room, where he is now. The Inhuman considers letting himself in, but he can’t do that, not when he’s trying to apologize. As people start to file into the dorms, Aiden sits down and waits, waits for Sylvie to come so he can at least attempt to explain what happened, then she can yell and be angry with him. Maybe if he whistles the time will go by faster.