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Finished art trade with https://twitter.com/jack_a_yote , check him out if you’re able, his tiger was super fun to work with! Also a small experimental headshot of my character.

[eridawrites]

Sooo... irensmussings and circes1x1s...I wrote a thing...?

POP.

"Go talk to her."

There was a clattering sound as Edward stood up suddenly and knocked over all the brushes and his water color palette before the water jar finally spilled over, too. He stared at Mia, who had taken the liberty of rolling her eyes twice rather than just once at the clumsiness she so disliked about the boy. Grace and poise had always been expected of her, and to see him constantly not be able to grasp onto either concepts was aggravating to no end. Still, the grace and poise she exhibited in her stance did not always correlate to her speech, especially when she needed people to act quickly.

"Circe is leaving," she informed Edward, and his jaw visibly dropped nearly to the floor. Before he could ask some ridiculous question, Mia held her hand up to quiet him. "She is going back to London. Now, I know you and Vincent and Kinsley and even Peter are not from that society, but I am. No one leaves a growing career on command just for the hell of it."

"Then why is she-"

"That is also none of your business."

"So what do I need to do? Try to, uh, stop her?" Ugh, that stutter that sometimes slipped into his words still after all these years grated on her nerves so badly most days.

"Of course not, imbecile, if someone wants to stop her, they will stop her."

It was Peter, of course, that she was talking about. She knew - practically had since he first started looking at her like that. After all, she was raised to observe, mostly so she could adjust. Never with Peter, though. She watched him to make sure he was good. Not necessarily happy, but at least good. Whenever he looked too distant, she always tried to go out of her way to speak with him privately. Still, he was about the only person she could ever speak to with some intent of being comforting and helpful without expecting much in return, aside from perhaps Vincent. Even with Kinsley, whom she thought to be so much fun sometimes and a good person to have around a genuine girlfriend, she could not bring herself to be more than superficially sentimental before she needed to hand the girl off to someone else. Thankfully, Kinsley rarely required such actions, but in the event of a member of their group - their family - leaving, Mia hated the idea of the New York girl being alone.

"So what am I supposed to do?" Edward finally asked timidly.

"Go talk to Kinsley. She needs your stammering idiocy right now."

"I'm n-not, I'm not actually an idi-"

"Go."

The man quickly nodded and apparated on the spot, something Mia was grateful for before he could say anything else. Settling down onto the couch in his studio apartment, she looked around at the place. Vincent sometimes paid for a maid to come in and clean the area up, since Edward was so poor at continuous housekeeping, but it had been some time since the maids had come through. She still had no idea why the man insisted on living alone, and so far from where the others lived closer together. Then again, he was farther outside the warzone he did not even know existed.

The blonde picked up a wine glass off the cluttered coffee table before her, eyeing the rim and recognizing Kinsley's lipstick along the rim. The base of the wine glass next to it was chipped, likely from Edward dropping it. Through the rounded glass, she could see the clock on the other side of the wall that was informing her it was time for one of her classes, but yet she found herself remaining where she was. Rarely did she ever miss a class. It was almost unheard of, and especially never happened during her time at Durmstrang or Hogwarts. She did dearly hope that Peter was able to stop Circe, but she also knew the repercussions that may come to the quiet girl should she choose now to be brave. All actions had consequences, something she knew far too well. After all, they were from the same world. Here they were simply on a vacation.

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It took five Apparitions to five different locations all over the city before Edward finally found Kinsley sitting on a stool at one of her favorite bars. She had clearly already had a few drinks, and was in the middle of telling the bartender what appeared to be a lengthy but incredibly hysterical joke. At least, she was cracking up, even if the bartender was looking at her rather skeptically. Edward took one step and tripped over his shoelace, reaching out to grab onto a table for support but putting too much force into it and knocking the whole table over. After blinking away some water that had spilled on his face, he looked up to see Kinsley staring down at him with a silly grin on her face and a glaze in her eyes it always worried him to see at this hour.

"I heard about Circe," Edward stated, still lying down on the floor while some of the waiters started fixing the table. He was in there enough with Kinsley and the others; they knew he was a walking safety hazard. "I'm sorry."

"Silly cutie, what's there for you to be sorry for?" Kinsley asked with a giggle. "It's not like you decided to get up and leave us all just because your parents called you back home."

"Kins..." Edward quickly pushed himself up and faced the girl. Or rather, looked down at the girl who was almost half a foot shorter than him even with the heels she was currently wearing. "You know she can't say no to her parents. I mean, if my parents needed me home, I'd go."

Kinsley stamped her foot a bit. "But that's different."

"How so?"

She slouched her shoulders, the pout that killed Edward every time clearly visible on her face. "Because you visit your family all the time. Even Mia visits her parents frequently. When was the last time Circe visited her family, right?"

"I guess, but maybe it's because -"

"Because she doesn't want to go?" She clapped her hands together with wide eyes. "Exactly! So! We're going to create an escape plan." She latched onto Edward's wrist and dragged him over to the counter to push him into a seat. "We'll need a dragon."

"You're drunk, Kins."

"I'm plotting, Ed," she said as seriously as she could before grabbing a pen and a napkin. She began scribbling with a grin growing on her face. "It's kind of fun, isn't it? This whole escape plan thing? I'll be like Circe's knight in shining armor with my Amazon woman and Grumpy to back me up."

Edward reached out slowly to put a hand over Kinsley's to reluctantly cease her scribbling. "This is Circe's decision. I don't like it either. But we have to let her do this."

Kinsley threw the pen down with a quiet groan, folding her arms close to her chest. "But England's so boring compared to here. She's going to hate it."

Edward sighed, his eyes glued to his hand on top of Kinsley's. He may not have been too close to Circe, but he always liked trying to get her involved in things when she was around. She was quiet; big crowds did to her what they did to him. Unless he was at a concert where he could feel almost like he was alone, being in big social situations could drain him, and it did not take long to realize Circe was the same way. They were kindred spirits in that sense, and he had always had a bit of a soft-spot for the small, dark-haired girl that spoke so rarely. The idea of her going someplace where there would be no one to ask her how she was when she timidly entered a crowded room did not sit well with Edward at all.

He pulled his hand away from Kinsley's suddenly, looking to her with a raised eyebrow. "So we really need a dragon for this?"

[eridawrites]

They became known as Bonnie and Clyde, though she was more the Clyde, and he was the Bonnie, just along for the ride. It was the typical story, you know? Boy meets girl, girl grew up around organized crime, girl had a penchant for trouble, boy falls in love with girl, boy is too easy-going and head over heels, girl and boy end up on the run for most of their adult lives.