#p:all

[bridgeportclarington]

Sighing, Hunter moved slowly over the threshold of his suite, placing his bag on the hook he had hung by the door. Raising a hand the Dominant ran his fingers through his hair as he made his way into the living area. Lowering himself onto the sofa, he raised his arms to stretch his back. Tipping his head back, Hunter allowed his head to fall onto the back of the cushion. It had been a long day, and as much as he hated to admit or even think about it, he felt every bit of it. “Bas?” Hunter called, closing his eyes slowly. “Are you here?”

@subastian​

[itsoliverbray]

The moment Quinn had accepted his offer, Oliver grabbed his keys and all but jogged to his car. While most would have been pulled quickly had they even considered going the speed he did, but that wasn’t a concern. After all, he was Oliver Bray. His car, expensive in both reality and appearance, zipped and sped through town, bringing him to the front gate of Nevermore Academy. Sliding the car into park, Oliver left the engine running, pressing the button to pre-warm Quinn’s seat before stepping out of the vehicle and making his way up the drive to collect her bags. “Well hello, gorgeous. Fancy meeting you here.” He teased just as an ear-splitting howl broke through the otherwise still air surrounding them. Shaking his head, Oliver chuckled a bit. “I see what you mean.” Gathering her bag in one hand, he wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her gently towards the car before opening the passenger side door, extending his free hand to help her in.  @fearleaderfabray

[dommedelaney]

After what felt like hours, teamwork, logic, and effort had lead a group of Luxe Academy students directly to where the Scholarship students were being held. Once the doors were opened and light began to stream in, those who had come to offer help and rescue disbursed among the trapped students, concerned voices floating through the air from every angle. “Darren!” Delaney called, spotting the other near-immediately as she made her way over to him. “Darren, I-” Her words caught in her throat as she looked at him, though she did her best to maintain her composure, the tears in her eyes were evident. “Are you alright?” She asked, glancing down as she attempted to settle herself, focusing on the well being of the man in front of her.  @sdcarter

[dommeisabelevans]

Isabel rolled her eyes, sighing as she tapped her foot impatiently. Glancing towards the clock on the wall, she shook her head impatiently, eyes turning towards the crowd of people dancing and having fun while she waited on her conversational partner. In the moment, she cursed herself for being so involved. Seeing the woman approach, she offered a small and noncommital wave. “Hey. Let’s do this, I guess. I’m Isabel Evans, and you are?”

@subnicolekim​

[submissivelyblair]

It was Friday afternoon, the official start of the door decorating contest at Luxe. Blair hadn’t ever been the artsy type, though something about the promise of possible prizes piqued her interested. She was rummaging through the Art room, searching for anything that might have helped her vision come to life, when approaching footsteps drew her attention. “We’re all students so feel free to browse, but just know that anything in that pile right there, I’ve got dibs on.” She laughed, pointing to the small amount of supplies she’d begun to amass.  @dommaxw​

[domcarterm]

Carter made his way towards Walker Hall, taking the last hit of his cigarette before tossing it onto the sidewalk, snuffing the butt with the toe of his shoe. Seeing Teddy, he tipped his chin, giving the other man a once-over. “Hey. You showed. Good boy. Tell me what you want to do- check out the Dining Hall, or do you want me to order you something? I don’t care either way. But, be honest.” He said, getting to the point.  @subteddyatluxe

[wizardingreg]

Reg shoved his hands into his pockets as he trotted down the stairs, making his way to the entrance of the University. Shaking his head, he tried his best to push the thought of the spell he’d been working for days to master from his mind. Despite his blase and tough-guy exterior, the big secret was that Reginald actually took his studies very seriously. He was harder on himself than anyone else could have ever been, and it bugged him more than anything when he couldn’t master something easily. “Yo.” He called to the figure standing outside, pushing the door open and stepping into the night air. “You ready?” Plucking a cigarette from behind his ear, he stuck the butt-end between his lips before snapping his fingers, mind focused on a simple flame spell, which produced a small dancing flame from his fingertips. Lighting the cigarette, he inhaled deeply as he began to walk. “You go to the Drum often?” @dorseyintheskyx

[daltondomhunter]