#myhrv.

[odeitte]

for   @myhrv   ♡

gaze   bounces   around   the   classroom,   searching   through   the   sea   of   faces   for   icy   locks.   gothel   was   always   thirty   minutes   late   to   selfishness   101,   odette   had   thought   it   intentional,   a   way   of   furthering   the   lesson   of   the   course.   supposedly   it   wasn’t.   regardless,   it   left   the   perfect   amount   of   time   for   her   to   recruit   a   little.   .   .   𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.   making   her   way   through   the   classroom,   she   plops   down   on   delilah’s   desk,   taking   care   to   tuck   her   skirt   as   she   does   so.   “   i’m   glad   you’re   here   !   you   are   JUST   who   i   was   hoping   to   see   today.   ”   head   tilts,   shifting   as   she   lifts   one   leg   over   the   other,   there   was   no   one   else   in   this   class   who   odette   thought   capable   of   pulling   off   a   plan   that   required   a   certain   amount   of   precision.   they   all   had   quite   the   obsession   with   boasting   when   they   all   had   so   LITTLE   to   boast   about.

“   i’m   sure   you   know   about   the   athenaeum   of   evil,   forbidden   library   filled   with   treasures   and   knowledge   now   cast   out   by   the   𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄   of   auradon.   ”   she   smiles,   “   located   right   here,   ”   she   leans   closer,   lowering   her   voice   to   a   whisper,   “   beneath   our   feet.   ”   pulling   back   with   a   laugh   she   hops   up,   pushing   off   of   the   desk,   twirling   to   face   her   and   resting   a   hand   on   her   hip. “   it   benefits   me   to   get   inside   and   i   have   a   hunch   there   might   be   something   you   can   gain   from   joining   me.   what   do   you   say   ?   up   for   a   little   adventure   ?   ”

[rourked]

random   thing   for   @myhrv​ 

“   did   you   know   your   mom   stopped   by   ?   ”   shoe   kicks   a   pebble   around   as   hand   slips   into   his   jacket,   resting   on   a   𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙶𝙶𝙴𝙳   pack   of   cigarettes.   “   some   bullshit   about   expanding   territory.   ”   rolling   his   eyes,   fingers   deftly   pull   the   pack   from   his   pocket,   “   tuned   𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓   𝐎𝐅   𝐈𝐓  out.   guess   shit’s   messy.   ”   cigarette   placed   gently   between   his   lips,   he   rummages   around   for   a   lighter   in   his   jeans   when   eyes   catch   hers   and   he   pushes   out   a   SIGH.   there’s   a   hesitation,   a   breath   of   a   moment   where   he   studies   her   before   stuffing   the   unlit   cigarette   back   into   the   pack.

lie   lingers   on   his   lips                   a   promise   that   he   was   quitting.   he   doesn’t   let   it   out,   𝐬𝐡𝐞   𝐰𝐚𝐬   𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫   than   to   believe   it.   “   all   this   talk   about   breaking   ground.   whoop   de   fucking   doo.   .   .   i   couldn’t   stand   to   be   around   it.   ”   fingers   drum   on   the   edge   of   the   workbench,   “   WHAT   are   you   making   ?   looks   complicated.   ”