#lenxivy

[noospherica-blog]

WHERE: Phi Phi Omega Chapter House WHEN: 5:00 pm WHO: @lenxivy​

Sometimes when she starts to cook dinner one of the girls will keep her company.  They circle through on the regular, lingering for seconds to the second dinner is finished and they can grab a plate, head for the table to get a head start on filling their stomach before the rest of their sisters.  Anything and everything is welcome in Noah’s eyes.  The company -- that’s half of why she worked with Astoria to let her take the role.  No payment from the sorority’s board beyond for food and house repairs, for her moving from that tiny townhouse into her space here.  It’s like a volunteer job.  Being a professor pays enough anyway, and now there’s no conflict of interest.

Her grading of the sisters in her class is still double checked sometimes by another member of her department.  That Noah can’t begrudge them for.  Who would trust her at her word other than a fool in a world like this?  

Well, the girls seem to.  A level of trust that Noah tries to meet every day, meets now as she keeps herself from hovering, trying to help Selena with her homework before she’s asked.  That was made clear enough to her from her first few months with them -- don’t ask after homework, let us ask for help from you instead.  Too much pressure, and fair enough.  So she busies herself with cutting vegetables, carrots falling apart underneath her knife to join peppers, the water chestnuts and other such things.  Just a pile of colors now more than anything, Noah thinks.  It’s hard to tell with the weariness in her from a long day of helping students.

     “I can’t decide with my brain how it is,” Noah says to Selena after a moment.  “For stir fry, you think you and your sisters would prefer chicken, beef, tofu or shrimp?  We have all three prepared for meals but it’s.  Interchangeable.  And I’m working off of three brain cells right now.”  She adds the last part with a laugh, setting her knife down to pick up her water glass and drink down half of it in a few gulps.  

     “Personally I have no preference, thus... having to pull you away from being a silent presence.  Sorry, hon.”

[august-wolfe-blog]

WHERE: Astoria Campus WHEN: 5/30/19 — 1:34pm WHO: Selena Ivy / @lenxivy​

August had never spent much time in Rapid City before as there was no point in it for him. But ever since the murders he found himself drawn to Astoria for some reason, as well as the other two locations the bodies had been found, but those locations felt so much more discreet than this. This spot one, in particular, seemed to pull him in and hold his attention for some unknown reason, perhaps it was due to how very public the scene had been. He wanted to understand better what was happening, why all hell had suddenly seemed to break loose and most importantly who was behind it all. He didn’t want to admit it aloud, but the old wolf had settled into Hill City nicely and he wasn’t going to pack his bags and turn tail so quickly. 

To say he felt out of place among the student bustling about to make it to their next class—or whatever it was college students did these days would be an understatement. Yet there he was, lurking about where the Dean’s body had been found as if he’d really be able to sniff out a clue someone else had missed. He might have been good, but even he wasn’t that good. August knew it wasn’t possible, but he found himself with so much free time lately and he wasn’t willing to sit there idly either. 

He hadn’t told Celeste what he was up to, but that was only because he didn’t want her to stop him and if she didn’t know what he was up to, she couldn’t very well command him to cease. A heavy sigh escaped him as he turned his back on the spot he’d been staring at for nearly an hour only to find himself colliding with another. 

“That’s on me,” he replied gruffly as his critical gaze settled on whoever it was he just as easily could have knocked down, but thankful he didn’t. “Sorry,” August finally said almost forgetting it was what one was supposed to say. Apologies were something he was still far from understanding let alone mastering them.

[goldendichotomy]

❝ fuck ! where the fuck is my car ! ❞

it’s not an uncommon thing to shout, but it is an awful thing to hear.  alec has been there, youth with a toddler clinging to his hand and a car missing because some drug addled youth felt the need to take it for a joy ride.  there’s a pang in alec’s chest at the thought.  an empathy that has him lowering his phone, no hesitation as he tucks it into his pocket and heads towards the young woman with both his hands visible.  this hour -- not late, but with a curfew late enough -- and these times would make him a threat no matter how truly disarming he knows his softness is.  

who can trust a stranger at all these days?  he’s lucky enough to have the careful golden thing inside of him, the twisting worm of light and pressure that tells him on some horrible instinct that he would be safe.

     “hey, miss.”  alec says in a soft voice, pausing with a few feet between them.  “what sort of car do you have, so i can help look for it?  if anything i know the sheriff in deadwood, and he keeps good contact with the rest of the police in these nearby cities so he might be able to push something through quicker than usual if we can’t find your car.”  

it’s a cheap offering, but it’s the best he can do.  maybe it will be some sort of help at least -- and not creepy like offering a ride instead of help hunting.  no serial killer implications here so long as he can help it.

AMERICAN GODS

[billie-reed]

❝ I think if you’re going to kill someone, kill them. Don’t stand there talking about it. ❞

Billie shakes her head, lips pursed in thought. “You gotta kill ‘em in the right way.” She explains, “a way that sends the right message, y’know? When you’re texting the girl you like you don’t just fire off the first thing that comes to your head, do you? It’s gotta be right. Same with this.”