#librarychosen

[mcgichands]

@librarychosen​

“Don’t open that box,” Teresa called out, trying to raise a level of warning in her voice so that Flynn would actually listen to her, only looking up from her record book to check whether he had taken a step closer or further way. She had yet to finish checking all the items and the last thing she needed was for an unknown magic to be released.

[wcstenra]

@librarychosen bc we love to suffer

                         ( when he wakes he will find the sheet beside him unusually, FRIGHTENINGLY empty. the scent of her remains - rosewater, perfumed soap, FAINTEST traces of sweet honeysuckle. sheets are cold &. the house is silent, lucy’s ILLUMINATING presence long absent. fragrant summer rain drizzles on the roof, pattering GENTLY on dewy grass &. the angel’s beloved garden. she would not be found there, amongst FRAGILE blooms, nor in their kitchen lit only by sinking MOONLIGHT. he would not find note spritzed with chanel she sometimes left in the kitchen, her last text to him detailing CHARMING excitement as he rode home earlier that evening. in effect, lucy westenra had disappeared, tousled sheets her last exertion before simply VANISHING. ) 

                         ( the night terrors began a few months after the death of the MONSTER, first evidenced by quiet whimpers deep in the night to, more recently, SCREAMING fits as she clawed at scarred throat, hot tears running down frantic, TERRIFIED features. flynn was the only one who could ever successfully calm her down enough to sleep, the depth of his patience continuing to astound &. HUMBLE her, guilt always poisoning her thoughts as her nightmares only got worse. yet she had not sleepwalked since the attacks, not before tonight - VIVID imagery &. freshly remembered PAIN reinforced when she awakens to the sound of thunder, rain beginning to coming down in heavier sheets, lying in damp grass of a local park. she STUMBLES home now, shivering, half-sobbing with silk nightgown clinging to curves. still half-asleep &. terrified from her nightmares she is weak, PARANOID as their front door comes into view. by the time she is SAFE under shelter delicate disposition makes her too FATIGUED to knock, pound, the door having locked behind her when she left. the softest THUD, petite form leaning against the door, curling up against wood as if her LIFE depended on it. )

[ozwolff]

@librarychosen || sc 

OZ  RAISED  AN  EYEBROW  .  was  ....  now  cassie  had  said  that  flynn  wasn’t  what  he  EXPECTED  .  oz  wasn’t  exactly  expecting  a  bit  of  a  disaster  .  it  was  like  watching  xander  with  buffy’s  strength  &&  giles’  intellect  .  tilting  his  head  slightly  ,  oz  quietly  observed  before  letting  out  a  small  “  hm  .  ”  then  nodded  .  “  i  don’t  have  that  sword  .  a  demon  lost  it  YEARS  ago   . ”  

[hittcr-a]

@librarychosen

              “no, man. that guy’s gonna be fine. i know what i’m doin’ when it comes t’ knockin’ people the hell out.” eliot shook his fist out and scowled. “you didn’t answer my question, man. how do you know jake?” this guy was... well. a weird guy. and eliot sort of hoped he didn’t know jake, not really. but the fact that he’d been called jake told him that that hope was futile in the first place. color eliot worried. 

[mtchstck-a]

Liv, not looking up: oh yeah u gotta look for and find Bofa.

flynn, earnestly, bc he’s one of the smartest guys on the planet and has no idea what she’s talking about let alone what is to come: bofa?? what’s bofa??

liv: :)

[lovepersists2]

“you’ve got a little something  ---   ”   eve stops in her tracks,  looking him up and down,  eyebrows rising,  nose wrinkling.   

“just about everywhere.  what,  did you just dive headfirst into a huge patch of mud?”   the question is offered sarcastically,  but honestly?  she wouldn’t count it out as a possibility.   “either way,  i’m sure there’s some fascinating story to go along with all the dirt  ---  isn’t there?”  

@librarychosen​   |   main muses sc.

[mcnecter]

@librarychosen | x.

                         ( her laughter lacks emotion, never reaching the ebony depths of her eyes. it is the gaze of a SHARK, a predator whose instincts were ingrained into her very being, centuries of hunting taking precedent over emotion, empathy, memory of a life before immortality. time has made her the perfect KILLER &. now glinting onyx hues are narrowed on the librarian. her master had told her, WARNED her of his existence; she takes him in now, stilettos clicking on the floor as she steps closer. the smirk curling crimson lips is almost DARING - i am your better. come to me, admire me - i am what you FEAR in the shadows. a tilt of her head, CALCULATING, every movement unrestrained in its preternatural FLUIDITY. ) 

                         ‘ you’re funny. how ... endearing. ‘ 

                         ( cadence is caged behind the accent of an ANCIENT dialect still weighing heavily on her tongue. she is only an inch shorter than he is, silhouette SLENDER, athletic, the hands at her sides alone seeming to be quietly CAPABLE of utter destruction. her being is carried with the same ELEGANCE s a loping wolf, a panther whose gaze has finally picked out her prey - HIM - &. while she is patient she has never been denied a meal. ) 

                         ‘ do you know who i am? ‘

[orneryknight]

🔥 + librarychosen

Roasted // @librarychosen you’ve been called out

“Mr. Carsen may be a fantastic Librarian--one of the best, but he is not good at being a person. He is not punctual, or orderly, does not listen, does not work well with others, and cannot seem to iron a blazer to save his life. Life, yes- that’s another thing. He seems not to be particularly attached to his, which isn’t an entirely detrimental trait for a Librarian until he goes off to do something self destructive without informing the rest of the class. Please, I beg of you, find some self esteem so you can look past your own flaws long enough to get something done. You are figuratively the only person standing in your own way, and if it were possible to do that literally, I know you would find a way to do that too. Colonel Baird has enough Librarians to care for without you acting as your own antagonist.”