#starter; closed

[rcwantaylor]

rowan walked down the street, her purse over her shoulder and her phone in hand, google maps up to make sure that she was heading her and her roommate in the right direction. “it’s right down this way,” she told him, pointing in the direction they were already heading. “thank you for doing this with me,” she said after a moment of walking. “i promise we can whatever you want once i take some pictures of this fountain.” it was getting dark anyway, so photos wouldn’t look good in an hour or so anyway. // @anthonyshq​

[danikavirani]

danika leaned against the doorframe of milo’s hotel room, her arms crossed over her chest with a smirk on her face. she watched him with an expectant expression, almost waiting for him to give her something or do something exciting. after a long beat, she spoke up. “okay, here’s the deal,” she started, pushing off the door frame and into the room. “we’re going to go sightseeing, and i’m going to help you with the predicament that you brought up to me the other day.” she waited for him to remember and instead continued. “i’m going to help you with your flirting.” // @milo-monroe​

[j-deverill]

MARY & JAI

jai’s day had left... quite a lot to be desired. he hadn’t gone to work with any of the training quidditch teams, instead deciding to stay at st. mungo’s and assist where help was needed, and it had been a hectic day. instead of apparating home, jai had decided that a walk would help settle the tension that had settled in his muscles, his shoulders tight and uncomfortable. 

it was a touch cold, so his hands were shoved into the pockets of the leather jacket he wore, and he rounded a corner, trying his best not to run into anyone walking along the sidewalk, but to no avail. he bumped into a passerby, and he stopped immediately, reaching out to catch them to make sure that they wouldn’t fall. “hell, i’m sorry,” he said, looking down and finding a familiar face in front of him. his worried expression shifted into that of a knowing smiling. “it’s you,” he added, his eyes dropping to look her over. “fancy seeing you here.” charming, as ever. // @mmacdonvlds​

[kieranpclat]

KIERAN & LEYLA

kieran’s face hurt. badly. at the bar, a fight had broken out, and given his job, he’d been the one that had to break it up. however, when he’d stepped in, the ones who had been fighting thought that he was just trying to get more involved, and his face ended up at the end of a very hard fist. multiple times. the bruising spread around his eyes and he had a cut on his lip, another along his forehead that cut into his eyebrow. he was a mess.

after the fight, his boss had told him it was probably best to just leave for the night. he didn’t want to go to the ER. he was sure that he was fine, but the one person that he knew could confirm he was actually okay but his fiance. he’d texted her to make sure that she was home, and awake, because it was late at night and he hadn’t wanted to bother her if she wasn’t. he knocked on the door of her apartment, standing there and waiting while his face throbbed with bruising. the door opened and he tried to smile at leyla, hoping he didn’t look too terrifying. “i think it looks worse than it feels,” he greeted her. “but i knew you could treat me better than anyone else.” // @lycanleyla​

[lestrangexrabastan]

The Forbidden Section of the Library Late night (( @cissablxk ))

Rabastan was determined to do some light reading, he had been meaning to research dark magic creatures, so of course he had head towards the restricted section. Did he have a permission slip? Of course not, but when had not having permission ever stopped him before? He was quietly humming walking through the aisles, running his finger along the books spines, when he heard a noise. A smirk appeared on his face, would it be a fellow rule breaker, or someone who could potentially snitch on him? Either way he was ecstatic to have company. “Who goes there?” he said in a singsong voice. 

[victoriaxyoung]

(( ~ @oakleydavenport ~ ))

The market was unusually busy today and that made Victoria nervous. It should be as she’s been coming here all of her life, finding every alley way and shortcut passage she could when she was younger to now knowing exactly who to trade with and where to get what she needed so she could go. Living alone at the edge of the forest near the sea made constant interaction hard, hence the nervousness as she walked into an area with even more people than before. All she needed was more oil for her lamps. She wasn’t in town to sell today, which was all the more reason to go. She kept her head down, her hood falling over her eyes as she took the familiar path, only to have someone knock into her. Her hood fell off and she got pushed aside in the traffic, her head quickly turning to see who was the jerk that mowed into her. The crowd was moving so fast that she couldn’t even see who it was and Victoria just huddled against the wall so she could put her hood back up. When she looked up, she looked across the way, through the throng of people, and was met with the bluest eyes she’s ever seen, so piercing that she could see them through the crowd. 

[aidenmacalistair]

(( ~ @talviste ~ ))

He had become a creature of habit, even if Aiden did not return to this particular spot at the same hour every day. There was just a nice spot in the woods, where there was a tree that got just enough sunlight with a branch that was perfectly grown for him to lounge in at any part of the day. He was secluded enough to not be distracted by cries of help or pulled into a town commotion, only because he could never deny the chance to be someone’s hero. Yet as he made his familiar walk into the forest, he came upon the sight of a young boy with a sword, looking like he was practicing. Falling against a tree trunk, Aiden watched, seeing the struggle but the determination—or at least that was what it looked like. Only able to quietly watch for a minute, Aiden made himself known, stepping into the clearing. “You’re only going to injure yourself if you keep practicing like that.”

[mercyvelazquez]

(( ~ @ladyrydell ~ ))

“Huh,” Mercy said, slowly turning her head as she saw the brunette walk into her foyer through the double doors from her sitting room. The physically older girl was draped over a chair, happily losing track of how long she'd lain there. Her mind was devoid of thoughts and she looked radiantly dead as her chest no longer rose and fell to keep her heart beating. “I am actually excited to see you, my dear Kassandra.” A wicked little smile started to form on her face, Mercy slowly waking up from her relaxed state. She waved her hand, dismissing her waitstaff off. “Oh, my apologies, did you want something? I can get little Harold to grab you a fresh glass of blood. You don’t visit me anymore. I’ve been spending too much time at the palace. I forgot what it was like to be a host and a good daughter.”