#p:astrid

[darkwinterwinds]

@ravenousdiaster

Astrid had just put her little boy to bed and stepped over the back of the couch to sit beside Kane, leaning into him with a wide smile. “Hey there,” she said with a wide smile, elbowing him gently. They never seemed to have the right time to pick up where they left off that first night when Astrid remembered she had a son and a babysitter at home. In fact, she was highly surprised Kane even bothered to keep seeing her. “So, what do you want to do? We could watch a movie or something, if you want.” She smiled and leaned in, scrunching nose. “Or we could do something else. Whatever you want.”

[amara-greengrass-blog]

Wine, blood and wild thoughts - Astrid & Amara

Bored. There was no better way to describe how Amara was feeling other than bored. Having spent over four hours in the library Amara felt as if her soul and energy was sucked out of her and as if her brain had turned into a pile of mush. Merlin, she had even smiled at a second year Hufflepuff so clearly her brain was not functioning properly. Although usually being good with her studies, Amara was struggling with herbology this semester. Unlike potions or charms, herbology was not her subject and despite spending hours in the library she still couldn’t seem to grasp what was going on. This not only frustrated Amara, but it also made her angry, she hated not being able to do something or for asking for help.  Letting out a sigh, Amara changed into something comfortable before escaping her dorm and headed towards the Slytherin common room. Sometimes Amara felt as if she spent more time on the Slytherin side of the castle than her own bed, not that that was a problem. Making her way straight to the girls dorm, Amara swung opened the door and a smile formed on her lips when her eyes found Astrid. “Thank Merlin you’re here. I did not want to go all over the castle searching for you.” The blonde made herself at home and collapsed onto the other girls bed. “I’m so bored Astrid.” she groaned before sitting up on the bed, leaning her back against the pillows. Slowly she lifted up her bag which she had dropped on the floor, taking from it a bottle of wine and holding it up. “I have a lovely bottle of wine and  there’s no one else I’d rather share it with.” Her lips curved into a sly smirk, one eyebrow quirking slightly. 

@astridpeverell

[onexye-blog]

Sweet Poison | Astrid & Q

  The city didn’t smell like burnt plastic today, so perhaps that was a relief, Q was strolling with Morte tugging him along. Occasionally breaking his steady pace as the giant white furball tugged him in the direction of something more exciting, it was easy to be amused by her. Lips quirked up it something between a smirk and a smile, not quite either. She stopped abruptly and turned to him, sniffing for treats no doubt, he stooped down to nuzzle the soft fur behind her ears and was met with a warm wet tongue. She was still hunting for treats. “C’mon,” he tried to sound stern as he pulled at the leash trying to prompt her to move, he didn’t. Never could be with her.

  Didn’t feel like trudging across the city just yet, transport might be back up and running now but he always got looks for hauling Morte onto the train, he hated and refused to take the bus. If his car wasn’t locked up on the other side of the city he might’ve driven that, imaging Morte would enjoy hanging her head out of the window. It would certainly be a sight to see. Instead of trudging home he parked himself at a street noodle bar, Morte sat beneath the stool waiting patiently for him to pass her food. “I’ll have some of that, two helpings,” he pointed a thin finger at a large steaming pot of beef noodle soup. He wouldn’t eat it all, wouldn’t even eat half of it.

  It was for her.

  There was someone sat beside him, he’d scarcely noticed so entranced by the smells of cooking food and the warmth of it. “Hey don’t I know you…”

[alfie-mckenna-blog]

-closed-

Alphonse McKenna had been dead for two hours.

Alfie was sat outside the now empty hospital room, staring at his phone. Why could he not make the call? Why could he not just.. Call Astrid and tell her the news? Because he was afraid, that was why. He was afraid and he felt guilty. Astrid had told him to do whatever it had taken to keep their father alive and yet he had refused all supernatural help. And that was when the hallway door opened and he saw his sister's dark hair. "Astrid.."

[anais-beauchene]

Page One // Anais & Astrid

As it got darker Anais had been using the glow from her hands almost like headlights on a car, but as she came to this new area she let that light fade as the population of undead seemed to be increasing. The bike she was riding made little to no noise on the sidewalk and she didn’t mind the dull pain of the bike’s pedals on her bare feet.  Seeing some stores in the distance gives her hope of possibly finding food and some supplies, but it also made her frown as she remembered the last shopping center she stopped at. A group that had moved into a dollar store she remembered. They’d recently lost many of their own but they were too distressed to understand they needed to move far from those bodies. Moving was necessary and it worried her that she was the only one who could see that because those people already had very little. They were the reason she had given away most of her supplies including her shoes, and they were the reason she was traveling at night. Something in the back of her mind told her those bodies wouldn’t be dead for much longer.

Those thoughts were pushed away as she shook her head, knowing she could think about the way she handled things once she found a safe place to stop. Without the sun out now it was a bit chillier and the slim sweatpants and t-shirt she was wearing did little to keep her warm. There’s a bag on her back, but there aren’t many things in it; small weapons, and notebooks mostly to keep track of time and events. As she rode up to one building she slowed and set her foot down, stopping not because there were a collection of cars - as there were many cars scattered about the rode - , but because the building looked as though it had been modified in case of an attack. Bringing a hand up to her mouth as she thought, she looked further down the road at the movement of the walking dead and back again at the building.

[alfie-mckenna-blog]

{closed}

Alfie was laying on the couch, barely breathing. His blood was staining the leather and his skin was covered with a cold sweat. He was trapped in a dream with a faceless girl. Her identity, who she was, it was dancing on the tip of his subconscious but he couldn't.. He couldn't grab hold. He couldn't force himself to recognize her. She was a mystery. He reached out, desperate to grab her, shouting her name as nothing but white noise... And the next he thing he knew he was sat up, screaming in someone's arms.