#ft. nevaeh

[bclthczcros]

@nevaehporter

whenever he has to do any coursework in the greenhouse, there was a good chance he’d run into nevaeh; it was like she lived there. perhaps it seemed more natural to balthazar than to other people; where he had his fauna, nevaeh had her flora. even then, though, they never spoke at length when they were at the greenhouse, which suited balthazar just fine. 

then again, this was the first time he’d seen her since the party, and watching her down two jello shots in a row. pretty unlike herself, if he was being completely honest, but not unlike herself in a way he minded. he always thought she needed to learn how to loosen up a little bit, but, of course, that wasn’t his call to make. 

when he saw her at her usual perch, he shot her a smile. “what’s up?” and then, teasingly, “how was your hangover after homecoming?” 

[ofstcllas]

getting coffee from beans and leaves felt weird, especially when regulars there recognized her on her days off. so, sometimes, when she wanted coffee and didn’t want to deal with talking to people who required her to smile, she would just head to the campus coffeeshop.

that’s where she was, waiting for her cold brew, when she saw nevaeh. she smiled and nodded her head at the girl. “hey, long time no see,” she said sarcastically. “how was the rest of your evening the other night? didn’t see much of you after our little field trip.” // starter for @nevaehporter

[bclthczcros]

fitzgerald’s had been seeing a bizarre boon in business recently. zar’s personal theory was that it had to do with the recently-imposed curfew; without anything to do at night, might as well grab a few books to read. though it could also have to do with the murders, since their sales of true crime books had ramped up threefold. zar would like to say he didn’t see the appeal, since he always used fiction to escape his life, but then again, there he was during a slow period, nose stuck inside michelle mcnamara’s i’ll be gone in the dark. perhaps seeing the macabre reflected back in a book made it feel less real, he mused. like he could convince himself that people were only tormented and murdered in books. 

he looked up when he noticed someone approaching the register, face breaking into a smile when he realized it was nevaeh with a small pile of books. “hey, nev,” he said, sitting up properly and placing his book down on his page. “how’re you holding up?” it wasn’t until he caught her eye that he realized he hadn’t spoken to her since his exposing, that night when nevaeh, too, had seen tarantino amounts of blood. suddenly, the book he was reading seemed more implicating than anything else, and he slid it aside. she was one of those people zar was sure would fear him. zola doesn’t, a small, hopeful part of him thought, but zola... zola was different. there was a toughness about her not many people saw, but nev? as far as zar knew, she was a wilting wallflower (no pun intended). 

@nevaehporter 

[bclthczcros]

☏ ✺

☏ - my muse’s reaction to getting a phone call from the hospital about your muse 

the call with the local area code caught zar off-guard; he had to transfer all his leashes to one hand in order to pick up his phone. “hello?” good evening, mister ros, this is ashmont general hospital. he stops in his tracks, and winces as nugget fucking chokes himself on his collar from going too fast. “what’s- is something wrong?” 

miss nevaeh porter has just been checked in and her emergency contacts aren’t answering. zar’s jaw dropped for a moment, processing, before he was on his way back to the apartment. “holy shit, is she okay?” she’ll be fine, she just wants someone there. 

zar’s heart panged for her, and he knew he couldn’t leave her alone like that. he made a mental note to get her some flowers on the way there. “i’ll be there as soon as i can.”

✺ - my muse protecting yours from a sleaze at the club

it had been at zar’s suggestion that nevaeh was here, at this club in the first place, with the promise that he’d be by her side at all times. it was all another step in his mission to get the wallflower (no pun intended) out of her shell. of course, the second he left to go to the bathroom, some fucking creep was already on her, with poor nevaeh doing her best impression of a deer in the headlights. he noticed that his arm had slithered its way around her waist, and he instantly saw red. 

“hey,” he barked. the creep whirled around looking caught in the act, and zar had to shove his hands into his pockets to resist the urge to sock this guy right in the face. clearly he knew what he was doing was wrong “can’t you see she’s uncomfortable, dickhead? get your fucking hands off of her.” without a word, he retracted his arm, putting both palms in the air, before all but high-tailing it into the crowd. 

zar sent one last glare his way, before turning his attention to nevaeh. “shit, are you okay? he didn’t do anything, right? do you wanna go home?”