#hippolyta 02.

[leightonhaywood]

“I have a dilemma.” It was said casually, comically so, for how distressed he actually felt. Sitting at the small kitchen table, Leighton looked up from his book to glance at Hippolyta as she entered the room. It was something about magic, one of the few books he had on it. He’d been pouring over it all morning, trying to get a grasp on it. It was hard to understand something you didn’t have the chance to put into practice in any way, and again, it wasn’t like he knew that many witches. Hippolyta had connections though, but he didn’t really know if it was appropriate to use them. “That includes a woman and not a crossword puzzle, so you don’t have to pretend to be interested.” @hippolytamigonitis​

[winterdupont]

“H?” Mug of peach tea in one hand, Winter’s other hand was occupied with knocking at the door to the other woman’s apartment. Nothing, maybe the sound of the television, but that’s all. She hadn’t texted back that night either, when a majority of the ‘girl squad’ had met up. They’d sat at that bar without their beloved ‘mom friend’, they’d been on their own wondering where the hell she was. So Winter didn’t feel bad in the slightest when she mumbled the soft couple of words to unlock the door and let herself inside. “Hippolyta?” She tried again, closing the door behind her with her magic as she strode into the apartment. There was a strange stillness to the place, a tension that she didn’t like one bit. Brow furrowed, she continued, the sound of the television getting louder as she went. 

And there she was, curled up into the smallest she could be on the couch. Concern overtook her and she was quick to set the mug of tea on the coffee table and crouch beside the couch. “You okay?” @hippolytamigonitis

[waeteeth-blog]

“Can I ask ye something?” It was sheer curiosity that caused him to finally come out with it. She’d just set up the line work, the outline of the simple but decent sized cross on the back of his right calf. Sat halfway up, on his stomach but propped up on his elbows, he looked back at her where she was snapping gloves on. “Wae hope ye dinnae get the desire tae freehand a dick on the back of my leg?” He was partially joking, it was indeed a bit of a fear he had. Theo would never do such a thing, but Hippolyta? Even his brief interaction with her had him knowing that she was the type to at least graffiti a face or two if you were to be passed out in her vicinity. @hippolytamigonitis​