#p:strangers

[esmemyselfandi-blog]

strangers if we see this through | hollingsong

Esme: was deafened by each chime from her phone, each alerting her to what she already knew: Miles was waiting. If it were her will alone, he'd be waiting forever, but he had made it spotlessly clear that he didn't intend to let up on her, and at this point things were looking futile. It was easier to give in, at least on meeting up. Any information she harbored was still hers to keep a secret as far as she was concerned. It was only going to frustrate Miles further, making Esme meet with him, as she'd given no indication that she was willing to provide much of anything to go on, but that was his own problem, she decided. A new smattering of notifications came through, earning a soft growl from the girl as she tugged on a shoe and stood to her feet, begrudgingly prepared to make her way to their designated spot.

[arcturusascending]

Is this how your heart treats all strangers? || Regulus & Stubby

Regulus sat upright in his bed, the cold, blue light of the laptop screen illuminating his face. He had grown more and more accustomed to what 3 am looked like: the way the moon hung high in the air, small and distant, the world outside his window as dark as it would ever hope to be. That was when the house was safest. His parents, and the portraits in the halls, all long since asleep. Even the night shift elves dared not creep up to the highest floors, instead preparing the kitchen and the sitting rooms for the next day.

Something was gnawing away at him, at his insides. Regulus could not pinpoint exactly what they were, or where they were coming from. News of the bombings still popped up on the sidebars of the forums he so often frequented, but they were less frequent, less concrete, focusing more on abstract conspiracy theories than the death toll. Perhaps all it was was the loneliness that accompanied the still of the night.

[3:16:47 am - 30 May, 2015] arcAscending said:

anyone around? plz tell me im not the only insomniac on this thing. -- Arc

[elxtaekwoon]

Strangers → yuko&leo

[ elxyuko ]

Another night. More drunks. It was such a common sight for Leo to see, considering his job here. But it was because of certain drunks that he wondered why he even got this job in the first place. 

"I want to go home...." If it was possible to stay home every single day, Leo would be the one to do so. Unfortunately, life wasn't that convenient. Things such as bills just wouldn't pay themselves. If it weren't for that, he could hide from the world. Away from the humans, away from the mutants. 

Leo shouldn't be scared of mutants, since they were the ones who saved him after all, but somehow he had developed a fear of people and preferred to avoid everyone as much as possible regardless of what they were. Although it might not be the case, Leo would image that people were judging him, cursing him because he was not normal. He wasn't human. If his mother didn't die because of him, Leo would have liked having his powers. 

What could have been better for a nerd who loved myths and their beasts than to actually become a mythic creature at will himself? 

A voice snapped the bartender out of his thoughts, drawing him back to the reality that he was stuck pouring drinks for drunks to get even more smashed. He dropped what he was doing and scooted to the side and stood in front of the customer at the bar. 

"...What can I help you with?" His voice was so quiet that one could barely hear it if they weren't paying attention. 

[cxostrow-blog]

;`✦ strangers • • sayaka&cora❜

the whole point of joining in this function is supposed to be an excuse for cordelia to come out of her shell a little,(or rather--an excuse to get drunk and dance.) though,either way, it's working and as the night grows shorter, the girl too, grows to be a little more carefree. the way she's suddenly chosen to invite herself into the company of  various strange and interesting people. it's obvious her weaving in and out of certain social circles will have her winding up in trouble,nonetheless.

in this moment however, little things like such don't concern  her. the music itself and last minutes till the end of the year being the only thing which really matter to her. taking a small break, slim figure leaning against wall behind her, she admires the crowd of teens who are scattered throughout the vicinity. noticing a girl who stands alone, cordelia puts it in her best interest to approach the other.

soon tapping on the older's shoulder, she waits for her to turn around. a brow quirked as the girl tilts her head to the side. "do you not care for dancing?" it's a rather blunt question, and to be honest, something more along the lines of, did you come here alone?--seemed more appropriate.

positioning herself beside the stranger, cordelia gives the female before her a small shrug. "do you mind me waiting this one out with you?" a small laugh is emitted past painted lips while pointing in the direction of the dance floor; shaking her head at those shameless enough to bare their own, peculiar moves.

" I mean there's no sense in being by yourself on the last day of the entire year, am I right?" 

[nathanxlee]

Strangers || Nathan & Asce

Eleven thirty in the evening. It was eleven thirty in the evening and Nathan couldn't get any peace and quiet, not by his standards at least. The 20 something man he shared a room with made too much noise for him to concentrate, his breathing was way too loud for the vampire's liking. The best situation would have been his room mate not breathing at all, but killing the man for such a petty thing would not be accepted. Humans needed to breathe in order to not die after all. So instead of trying to make the man he lived with breathe quieter, Nathan decided to get out of the small living space both males shared. Picking up one of his hoodies from a chair near his bed, a simple black one with a white star printed on the back, he put it on as well as a pair of his shoes before going out through the door. Leaving his sleeping room mate behind. 

Another reason for needed to get out of the room, was simply because he had run out of books to read. The course literature had been finished weeks ago, so novels were his only way to pass time. He sometimes wondered exactly why he was attending this school, or any school for that matter. Sure, one could never have enough education but it was easier to obtain on your own, without having to endure long hours of a professor's endless talks and the whispers across the hall where the students were seated. Secrets and gossip were not exactly hard to hear, and during every minute of the class he would wish that they all could just shut their mouths. Nathan could not at all see the point in paying thousands of dollars to go to a school where are you did was talking. The only voice he never had heard whispering during class, was the one belonging to a tall, dark haired Asian student. The one who never smiled. It was something peculiar about that one man, the tone in his voice and his choice or words when he did speak seemed so out of place. It was obvious that the man was older than what he said. 

He walked through spacious hallways, the sounds of the soles of his shoes hitting the floor echoed, and he did not meet but a person or two on his way to the library. It was dark outside and Nathan could only catch the gleaming of a small amount of stars before entering through the wide gates of the university's library. He only waved in the librarian's general direction, she knew him well by now and did not mind the slightest that he sometimes spent whole nights in the library, his nose buried in an old classic piece of literature. Tonight, he felt a need to reread Oscar Wilde's works, and therefore he headed straight to that part of the vast building. Finally finding the right shelf after minutes of searching, his hand stretched out to grab the book, but something prevented him to do as he wished. There was another hand there as well as his own.