#ft. laurent

[sybillctrelawney]

where: walking in the crowd. who: laurent; @laurentborgiin.

Making her rounds and watching people dance, Sybill had a smile on her face. It was nice to see not only all the joy but the joining of schools. She had never met someone from the states and hoped she would have a conversation with someone from Ilvermorny during the night. She wanted to pick their brains out of her natural curiosity. So many of them seemed to meld with Hogwarts so easily. It was lovely.

Although there were new faces there were also many familiar ones. Sybill hadn’t seen such happiness since the welcome back party. The difference was that alcohol wasn’t involved she thought. And all of the students were there, not just the older ones.

While enjoying the view she saw Laurent. They hadn’t spoken in some time. She walked toward him, looking forward to hearing how he was doing. “Laurent,” she waved, walking to him. “It’s been too long. How are you? Enjoying the ball I hope. What do you think of these Ilvermorny students? I’m hoping to talk to at least one of them. I have so many questions!” She rambled.

[cassiusreyes]

@laurentvbrodaire // tumult. 

The initial panic of discovering he was no longer a fae still hadn’t worn from the Prince Consort. There were dirt red patches of stains on both of his pant legs from when he had fallen earlier and a stingy sensation that came every time he had over extended his leg when he was walking. Like he was ripping off the scraps on his knees again and again with each misstep he took. Cassius clutched onto his wrists, absentmindedly rubbing the tender joints that had also suffered from his fall in the morning. His breaths were still shallow, desperate to fill the air inside of his lungs as quickly as he could afraid that he was going to run out. He hadn’t known where to go or what to think. The only thing that he knew to do was to see Laurent. He didn’t want to burden Giselle with all of his grief and anxieties pouring out of him. And there were not a lot of people he felt like he could fully trust to see him in such a distressed state like this. He could only count the ones that he could on one hand, and even then it did not come close to filling his whole hand.

Cassius kept his eyes peeled as he walked through the streets. He wasn’t exactly the most desirable person in the kingdom considering Giselle’s move to pull him up to be the consort, and if species had been changed overnight, it meant that there could be some other fae who were now more powerful than him. And considering just how vulnerable he was as a human riddled with anxieties and worry, there was no better time to catch Cassius off guard than in this moment. He fiddled with his cufflinks, nervously buttoning and unbuttoning them as he made his way from the Wonter Court to the Spring Court hoping that Laurent was home. He timidly knocked on the door a few times, barely causing a raucous as to not draw attention to himself. Cassius kept looking back over his shoulders to make sure that no one had followed him here. He just really hoped that everyone else was more worried about their lost affinities to be concerned with taking the Consorts head from his shoulders.

[odilestpierre]

FOR: @lararutherford WHERE: St. Catherine's Hospital. WITHIN: Waiting room, vending machines.

Hospital food was complete and utter horse shit.

Odile cared little for the canteen food, which, disgustingly so, left a smell that lingered far longer than natural...every day. Thankfully, she'd only forced herself to consume small amounts of the vending machine tuck shop: everything else...she'd ordered in. The looks of hungry people in the waiting room hadn't stopped her from wolfing down what looked to be far too much food for a woman of her statue...she was comforting eating, and everyone else could fuck off.

It wasn't the hunger, or even the obscene over-eating that was getting at Odile, though. It was the inability to sleep, her eyes lingering on that door a little too long, some hours, unaware of the passing time as day turned to night. Or when the nurses had begged she go home, and she'd all but refused with a swift middle finger.

If it hadn't been for her friends, they would've kicked her out for her poor conduct. Which was usually stellar. But not when it came to Laurent: she was unmoving. A force to be reckoned with, and she would put anyone in the ground who kept her from him. Her knee bounced, phone scrolling turned into nothing as the screen blurred into one.

She'd been here that long, that she heard every squeak of a foot against cheap lino, and the cadence of a voice she could never fucking forget. Freezing in her spot, as she sat up, rod-backed.

"Oh, you've gotta be fuckin' joking--" she paused only to let the shock twist her features into one of disbelief, as she looked up to find none other than Lara-fucking-Rutherford. "Turn around, and walk in the direction you just came from, you nine-lived-freak."

Laurent lay sleeping, mere feet away...and she was walking around freely. Where the fuck was protection? Where was security. "I don't think so."

[sybillctrelawney]

★ (laurent)

I like you / I hate you / I dislike you/ I love you / You are family / I would take a bullet for you / I would hex you / I would lie to your face / I would say something cruel to you on purpose / I would say something cruel to you accidentally  / I would cheat on you / I would physically hurt you / You annoy me/ You amuse me / I’d laugh at you / I’d laugh with you / I’d manipulate you / You scare me / You confuse me / I wish I knew you better / I trust you / I don’t trust you / You inspire me / I consider you an equal / You are beneath me / You’re better than me / I would trust you with my life / I think you’re mean / I think you’re petty / I think you’re childish / I think you’re smart / I think you’re stupid / I think you’re a bad person / I think you’re a good person / I’m not sure what kind of person you are / I wish you would listen to me / I want to make you proud / I wish you would notice me / I want to impress you / I would hurt other people for you / I’m not sure how to make you happy / I’m a bad influence on you / You deserve better than me / We make a great team / I’d have a one night stand with you / I’d have a relationship with you / I would marry you / I fantasize about our life together / I would trust you with my most treasured belonging / I would tell you my darkest secrets / You disgust me / You intimidate me / I hope I intimidate you / I’d hug you / I’d let you hug me  / I’m scared of losing you / I don’t think you like me / I want to be better for you / I respect you / I don’t respect you / You’re my mentor / You’re my friend / You’re my best friend / I have a crush on you / I could easily watch you die / I’d get drunk with you / I’d party with you / I’d comfort you / I’d prank you / I’d act behind your back / I’d abandon you / I’d hurt you to get what I want / I would choose my happiness over yours / I would choose your happiness over mine / I despise how much I care for you / I need you / I’m dependent on you / I don’t know what I’d do without you / I’m scared of you leaving me / I’d give my life for you / You frustrate me / I’d call for you in a time of need / I would protect you / I’d visit you in hospital / I’d carry you if you were hurt / I’d feel guilty if I hurt you / I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable / I’d ignore a phone call from you / I’d call you at 3am / I’d break you out of jail / I’d get angry at you / I would shout at you / You’re too loud / You’re too quiet / You’re too sensitive / You can’t take a joke / You embarrass me / I feel nothing for you / You’re reckless / You’re bossy / You bore me / I would ask your advice / I would blame you for something I did / I would cry in your arms / You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else /

[vfguxrds]

RECOVER :  for one muse to return the other’s lost belonging.

The guard hated leaving his post more than almost anything in the world. He knew he was lucky to be there at all, with no name to back him, no wealth of his own to stand on. Somehow, through the grace of god, perhaps, he had managed to work his way up the ranks and the only job he had now was protecting the royal family, with his life if necessary. So he hated leaving his post, but sometimes it was a necessity, like now as he caught a glimpse of the man to who he knew the wallet in his possession belonged. "Viscount Sidmouth!" He called, trailing after the man, "I believe this is yours, my lord. I believe you may have dropped it at the last ball but I knew not where to find you."