#p:eva

[nicostraccia-blog]

spanish || nico and eva

There had only been two days of classes, but Nico knew with enough experience from his old school that he was going to fail Spanish. It was five times easier back home, and he’d been barely passing with a 52. Nico actually wanted to try and do well at Bridgewood, at least until he got too tired to keep putting in the effort. So he decided to look for a Spanish tutor. It ended up working out that Eva was his tutor, and they’d already met, so he was pretty happy about that. e was worried he’d get stuck with an absolute nerd, and he’d have to endure that for the rest of the semester, but Eva was cool. Nico made his way to the library where they said they were going to meet, and looked all around for Eva. “Eva!” he called out when he finally spotted her, laughing at the looks that the other students in the library gave him. “Hey,” he smiled when he sat down next to her. “Are you ready to hear my horrible Spanish accent?” he teased. 

[astrid-vitello]

the coming storm.

News of the prophetic vision spread throughout the capitol like wildfire in dry brush. Astrid found herself glaring at each and every passerby as she sat at one of the dining tables not yet touching her food. She had lost all appetite upon hearing some of the things that the people were saying. Nearly all of them were whispering about how  k i l l i n g  one of the twins was the proper, most obvious way to go about the situation. She was horrified and in lack of better words -- furious. 

The children were just that -- children -- and she found it barbaric that an entire group of adults were deciding that the right thing to do was murder one of the poor babes. Astrid stood abruptly, slamming her goblet down on the table and called for one of the maids whispering in the corner loudly enough for the entire room to hear. “Tell me... If you do not want to lose your post here at the Keep, who is it that had these prophetic visions?” It took the girl no longer than a few seconds to blurt out a name and the sound of it made her blood curdle.

Eva Argo.

Astrid composed herself, barely painting over her anger with a thinly veiled expression of concern, as she made her way to the quarters of the woman in question. Her knuckles rapped against the wooden door once, twice, three times before she straightened and waited to greet the girl. When the door opened, she frowned. “Lady Eva. I believe we have some things to discuss in regards to my niece and nephew? May I come in?”

[elven-vet-paul]

A Peace For You... ∩ Paul & Eva

Paul couldn't decide if he was excited or nervous. Probably nervous, but then again, there was that level of excitement. He hadn't been on an outing (he was loathe to call it a date) with Eva in probably close to a century, and now he was going to have her all day. His thoughts wandered back to that damn Wolf's words and he found himself grinding his teeth together as he stood in line to get their drinks. It was just before 5, and already the coffee shop was slammed. Politicians and office workers, all due to be at work by 7 were already milling around, trying to wake up. Construction workers, teachers, all sorts of people milled around him, yet he felt as if the world was standing still. Lu's words dripped through him like a poison, and he hated himself for not seeing her withdrawal from happiness sooner. He was supposed to be her best friend and confidant, and yet here he was, the last one to know she was in pain. She'd gone to that damned Wolf before she'd come to him. His anger caused him to squeeze too much honey into her tea, and he sighed in frustration. Leaving the coffee shop, the drive was no more pleasant. 

Her house wasn't far, but it was off by itself. So her road had no other cars on it. He stopped on the side of the road and found a few flowers, bending down to gather up a few of the small white and purple blooms before getting back in the car. He realized just shy of her house, how stupid it was to bring a gardener wild flowers, but couldn't bring himself to throw them out the window. He'd ripped them from their stalks, and he'd take them to her. Getting out of the car, he balanced their drinks, in the holder, on one hand, and put the wildflowers in the other. Reaching up, with the hand that was clutching the few flowers, he knocked on the door and waited, trying to stop himself from chewing the inside of his cheek.

[taylorbeiste]

Have You Seen Eva? || Taylor & Eva

Taylor woke with a small little start and moved gently so as to not disturb the monster of a hangover waiting to break forth out of her skull. The night previous drinks seemed to be coming from left, right and center. The two girls she'd found herself in the company of had their own little supply to settle their nerves. Taylor didn't really have the heart to tell them that if they drank their supply in full they'd end up unconscious; one can never truly bring too much alcohol to a party. She moved her head tentatively to the left and the right and in each direction lay a girl with tousled hair and worn out make up. It had been a wonderful night. And Taylor was sure of that even though she really only remembered leaving Eva in the evening. She knew with time the memories of her little rendezvous would come back to her and when they did Eva would hear all about them. 

Getting out of the bed was proving to be a mind field. There were stray limbs everywhere, all tangled up in one another. Taylor moved and attempted to play the game of moving something and seeing if either girl woke up. Luckily enough they both stayed sound asleep and she was able to dress herself before getting out of there. A flashback passed over eyes of one point during the night where she had the two girls crawling all over her and doing absolutely everything in their power to make her happy. There truly was nothing better than a curious little cheerleader. Taylor got out onto the landing and scanned over the bodies for one with red hair but she didn't spot her friend. She checked her phone and got missed texts from the girl and the time said that it was six in the morning. Her body clock always told her when she needed to get home and sleep. If she stayed in Blue's while everyone else left she'd get jumped by the blonde and she really did want to avoid that at all costs. 

"Eva..? Eva?" The brunette whispered around the place as she crept down the stairs. They never left a party without one another or at least checking in with one another. It wasn't a written rule, it'd just come to be in the last few years when the parties because that bit more extreme. She found Blue hugging the banister on the stairs and she woke the girl as gently as she could. "Have you seen Eva?" Taylor asked with a directness that even a smashed and hungover Blue could understand. "She went outside with the kid on decks. That's the last time I saw her.. It was like hours ago." The taller girl rolled her eyes and moved past the blonde. "You're just too fucking helpful, you know that?" She laughed a little before pressing on through the house. "Eva?"