#heiroftheoakes

[writingxriven]

@heiroftheoakes​

The building on Richbury Road turns out to be something of a vast and modern structure. Its exterior an odd contrast to the typical older constructions of London, and its towering height ensuring for an intimidating sight. Frankly, she’d never really noticed it. Taking in a small breath, Riven moves forward, entering through the large glass doors at the front of this magnificent complex and finding herself within an even more impressive interior. The atrium is an open spaced and wide area, aptly decorated and furnished to fit the ambiance of the company. In the middle is a large counter with several people working fervently behind it. She makes her way up to it only to have to clear her throat twice. “Excuse me?” Mutters Riven, eventually. Exasperated. “I’m looking for Charles Oakes?” The response that she gets is nothing short of friendly. The woman behind the desk regards her slowly, dragging her eyes up and down Riven’s attire in a discontented manner. “He’s in a meeting.” “I know. I-” She falters then, thinking. “It’s important.” No reaction. “And I’m sure he’ll want to know what I have to say.” Crossing her arms, the brunette looks deviantly at the older woman, trying her best to keep up an appearance of importance. She figures they won’t let her through otherwise. When nothing but a heavy sigh is uttered, she presses on. “Of course, I could always go back and tell my boss, the CEO of HSBC, who’s very interested in investing, that Mr. Oakes didn’t have the ‘time’ for us.” At last, there appears to be a spark of emotion crossing over the others face. She frowns, wrinkling her eyebrows at Riven. She can’t take the risk. Not in the case that the girl before her is speaking the truth and Riven’s counting on it. Eventually, with a begrudging tone, the woman mutters what floor she’s suppose to be and Riven smiles, gratified, before moving up to fetch her lunch date. Only stopping to knock on the correct door of his conference meeting.

[writingxriven]

( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again… / Charles

Riven: Eleanor Roosevelt..Riven: Very wise words from a very wise woman.

[aubreexxrockefeller]

@heiroftheoakes​​

She’d been plopped down onto the grass with her friends, the soft strands of her ponytail swishing within the wind and her laugh ringing out sweetly. Upon their arrival they’d gathered several pieces of parchment, writing down their wishes and joking playfully amongst themselves. All seriousness of the meaning forgotten as their merriment seemed to buzz and linger within the evening sky. It’s at the slight sight of blonde, his taller frame sticking out, that Aubs peeks up, dropping her glittering pen. With their recent run in and the remote agreement they’d come to she’d been awaiting his arrival. Excusing herself with the group, she skitters across the field, her hair dancing along her back, and her tiny frame bouncing in her oversized sweater. She comes to a halt in front of him, laughing. “Hi.” Mutters Aubree.

[writingxriven]

@heiroftheoakes​

While she’d been rather looking forward to the peace and quiet and spending some time with her parents after the tension filled weeks of students panicking and dreading their exams, hysterically rushing about for some last minute studying, the festival had caught her attention. It seemed like a much needed affair for everyone and Riven, having rather been busy herself the past weeks, decided she could wait with packing for one more night. Grasping for one of the many cramped books on her shelf, she’d made her way down the park, enjoying the last bits of rays as the sun seemed to set. The clearing, upon reaching it, seemed to already be crowding; Anticipated students skitter across the field, writing down on pieces of parchment and chattering amongst themselves. She’d spotted a small open space by the edge of the water quickly, and with her nose still half stuck in the pages of her book, she’d moved towards it, engrossing herself within the story. She realizes too late that someone appears to be headed her way, and before she can falter her frame collides with the solid body of his own. She’s quick to step back, startled. “Sorry, I was reading and I didn’t see you.”

[aubreexxrockefeller]

@heiroftheoakes

While most of her stuff had been sorted, her apartment slowly becoming her own once more, there still appeared to be a slight mess lingering within her living space; Some old, frayed boxes were scattered throughout the rooms, its remains mostly knickknacks she hadn’t had a dire use for. She’d been going through them slowly, in no way in a rush to get everything back in order. Shuffling onto the marble floor, her socks slippery and her oversized hoodie draping across her knees, Aubree moves to place one of the books back onto the shelves, her tiny figure barely able to reach it. She’s tiptoeing, stretching across the surface when the sound of a knock reverberates through. With a flourish, she twirls around, her ponytail sweeping within the air. She moves swiftly, losing slight balance and halfway clinging to the doorknob as she opens. “Oh god, fuck sorry.” Mutters Aubree, breathing out a laugh before regarding her visitor. “Hi.”

[writingxriven]

@heiroftheoakes

To her bewilderment and the utter dismay of Ms. Murray, who seemed to be consistently hissing at the other students and chiding them for their loud behavior, the library was packed. Most of the wooden tables and seats scattered about the room were taken and several shelves were being perused. It was a rare sight and frankly she doubted the integrity of some of the students here. Nevertheless, the slight multitude of people didn’t  deter her from spending the night in one of her favourite places. Marching on, her book bag clashing against her hips with every step, Riven moves further to the back. It’s only once she arrives at her favored spot, that she hesitates for a moment. There, by the large window, is a tall silhouette of a blonde man she recognizes. She breathes, a shallow intake of musty air and determines that despite her place already being claimed, there really is no better option. She draws closer then, pulling out a chair across from him and glancing gingerly. “Do you mind? Most of the tables are already taken.”

[writingxriven]

@heiroftheoakes​

It’s sunny and bright for a change. The streets seem to be crowded with people wanting to enjoy their afternoon going shopping or grabbing a drink on a terrace. She’s moving among them, her gaze shifting between the rows of shops. Her mother had asked if she could run some errands. She’d gone to visit them for the summer. After the death of her brother she’d lost some of the bond she’d once had with them. While they love and support her, there’s a void that she knows can never be filled. She tries to visit them as much as she can now, restore some of their relationship, help them out around the house and with their business. Her interest is slightly peeked when she passes the new bookshop. And she hesitates, nibbling upon her lesser lip. She could go in, just for a bit. It’s not like she’s needed back home so soon and surely it couldn’t hurt. She’d heard they had the oldest editions of some series and rarest books you wouldn’t be able to find anywhere else. She’s about to make a turn and head in - just to look around, for only a moment - when she collides with a tall frame. Disgruntled, she glances up, only to be met with a familiar pair of blue eyes. “Charles..”