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@ofisolaticn: jo & henrik

The sound of the winds was deafening. The force caused actual pain to both her ears and all other exposed skin, and Jo found herself desperately wishing she had a jacket appropriate for...whatever the hell this was. Born and raised a Midwestern girl, Jo was certainly not unfamiliar with snow and blizzards; come winter at the Roadhouse, there were several good dumpings before spring came. But this was different from what Jo was used to, much worse, and after the blizzards she’d seen throughout her life she hadn’t really known that was possible. Especially in California. Especially in May. 

Something was wrong about this. She had known that from the moment the cold front rolled in, but now that feeling was absolutely compounded. Something was very very wrong.

She had been fully planning on riding this out until it stopped, much the Midwestern way, but her power went out early on and the wind ended up breaking two windows. Maybe going to one of the shelters wasn’t the worst idea; she’d end up in the hospital regardless for hypothermia or frost bite if she stayed at home.

Jo pulled the two thin jackets she had more tightly around herself, cursing under her breath. The thin sweatshirt and denim jacket combo really wasn’t cuttin’ it, and she was half-tempted to try any of the businesses on the walk there to see if the doors were unlocked; she could hunker down for a minute, catch her breath, try to thaw her fingers. As that thought pulled her eyes, squinting through the snow in wind, to look up at the strip in front of her, a strong gust of wind nearly caused her to topple over. She stumbled sideways, catching her balance, but unfortunately found herself tumbling into someone she hadn’t even seen there through the snow.

“Jesus fuckin’--” Jo let out an aggravated sigh, shaking her head. “I’m sorry. Can’t see anything, didn’t even know you were there.”

[boniebennett]

🥇 + Henrik

𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙰𝙲𝚃  𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴    →    [    MIKAELSON  ,  HENRIK     ]

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 6:00 ]  every family has its issues. yours  is just …. a little more complex [ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 6:00 ]  i’m not excusing them for anything. i’m not forgiving them.[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 6:34 ]  but you’re kind and compassionate - nothing like them. you might change my mind someday.

[afreakwithaknifecollection-a]

@ofisolaticn​ Her shift had been a bit longer than usual, considering she came in early to help restock shelves. Having the bar be a shelter for the snowpocalypse actually was pretty good for business, or Jo could surmise from the amount of liquor they’d burned through. But man, now she was tired and the rare sight of a coffee pot had found its way onto the bar. Her shift was nearly done, and she was desperate to stop yawning and getting strange looks from customers. Jo idly reached up to tie back her hair, the messy bun accidentally freeing a few curls as she yawned and reached for the coffee as soon as it was ready to pour it. She caught someone approaching the bar out of the corner of her eye, and she quickly began to stir in the milk and sugar. “Be right with ya, darlin’,” she said as she quickly took a sip. “What can I get started for you?”

[silhouettcs]

@ofisolaticn​   ❜ 𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚔

  searching  for  a  proper  sparring  partner  seemed  nothing  less  than  a  futile  attempt  ,  but  it  did  not  deter  the  former  noblewoman  from  finding  leisure .  archery  was  the  only  activity  which  would  be  adequate  enough  to  suffice  for  a  few  miserable  weeks . inhaling  sharply ,  she  began  to  pull  the  bow  string  backwards  before  the  unmistakable  sound  of  footsteps  in  the  near  distance.  “  lucky  you ,  not having  the misfortune  of  becoming  an  accidental  target . ”  lowering  the  weapon  as  her  lips  curved  into  a  wicked  smile ,  “  tell  me ,  dear ,  do  you  make  a  habit  of  wandering  alone  in  these  woods  often ?  ”

[marksx]

𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥: — [ @ofisolaticn​ ]

It had been a rather 𝙐𝙉𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙁𝙐𝙇 day for Adrian Marks. The highlights of his day one might ask? Well no supernatural activity to pull him away from his tasks, for one. And two? Actually getting to complete three projects for his courses a week before the deadline as opposed to it being mere minutes before it is meant to because he was working or having to deal with some supernatural calamity. Okay so really it was just one highlight but still he felt accomplished. And for that alone he deserves to have a little fun. He grabbed his phone from the charger at his desk and quickly scrolled through with the intent of finding someone that could possibly hang out somewhere with him. The witchlighter happened upon the 𝐌 in his contacts and there was a feeling in his bones that told him to check up on his former counselor. Sure they were technically 𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 apart in age, but his spirit took him and could tell he was a great soul despite his siblings rather extensive history of being anything but that. Long, slender digits went straight to work tapping away at the keyboard on the screen to message him in the hopes he would be free.

[ 𝐒𝐌𝐒 ⇀ 𝙃.𝙈𝙄𝙆𝘼𝙀𝙇𝙎𝙊𝙉 ] : hey bitch! just kidding, don’t kill me for calling you that henrikky. [ 𝐒𝐌𝐒 ⇀ 𝙃.𝙈𝙄𝙆𝘼𝙀𝙇𝙎𝙊𝙉 ] : it’s basically almost five, so you 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 be off the clock soon. how about we go to a bar and get some drinks in? it’ll be my treat.

Adrian stared at the two text messages he sent the man and for the life of him did not know why he would even send something as cringy as that to him. “He’s never going to respond to that with 𝘼𝙉𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 other than being too busy with all that extraness I had to have. Might as well get myself ready to film a show instead—” A small sigh escaped from his lips.