#thread: heidi

[soldefied]

closed for @honeyedblossom | heidi and arcadius

there had been a lot of things that heidi was proud of and her eldest child was one of them. of course there was the small bit of her having divorced cade's father, remarried and having twin babies that could have been his, but that was besides the point. nothing would ever replace him in her heart. besides, with his gallery, how could a mother not be proud? she had the morning off so she had sent cade a text to let him know she was going to stop buy with a couple coffees and pastries. just for a visit. when she walked into the gallery, she had a good look around before finally calling out for her son. "arcadius?"

[queenofhcpes]

[ @hcneysweets​ ]

It’s been a good day. A long one, but certainly a good one. Heidi has been working on this trial for the what felt like forever, and it finally began. She was going to spend most of her days in court for the next few weeks at least now though, if not more, depending on how good or bad the other side’s case was, but just after hearing their opening speech, Heidi was optimistic. It didn’t sound like they had a strong case at all, there were even certain parts where she felt like she was standing against somebody who never stepped into a court room before. She didn’t want to get ahead of herself or get overconfident only to fall real big, but it was looking really good. The plan was to kick ass in this trial and with the small media coverage it was getting, she could even draw attention to herself and land a few new clients if she was really lucky.

As she was heading out of the court room, Isadora joined her and Heidi’s heart leapt a bit as she saw the woman, but she forced herself not to pay attention to it. Isadora didn’t want anything from her, regretted the kiss and Heidi was trying not to think about how she probably fucked up what could have been a good thing. Ever since that day, she kept noticing small things about Isadora – how nice she was to all the clients who wandered in, even to the dickheads, how her sneeze sounded like a baby kitten’s and Heidi couldn’t help but smile before she said bless you, or that she was chewing on the end of her pen and humming, dancing in her chair when Isadora thought nobody was looking –, and she felt like the biggest idiot for screwing things up when she had the chance. But Isadora made it clear what she wanted and she didn’t want to be a dick.

“I will need you to arrange a meeting with Thomas Andrews, I want to talk through the questions he could get when he takes the stand one more time, I don’t want him to fuck things up for me. I also need you to reach out to the media and tell them that I am releasing a statement in a couple of hours, they should be ready. If they ask, I am not talking to anyone for now, and neither does my client.” She was going to have to spend most of the rest of the day in her office, probably the night too, but she didn’t mind. She was ready. “How were things in the office? When did you arrive?” she asked Isadora as they stepped into the elevator, hoping everything was mostly quiet and she got to relax a bit. These last couple of days must have been straining on Isadora too, and she deserved a bit of a quiet. It was just the two of them in the elevator as she pushed the right button and the doors closed.

[invictusxartem]

Closed: @phoebian & @vestalesque Location: Barcelona Time: post email

Parys’ shoulders hurt from the weight of his backpack, he’d been carrying it since early that morning, wandering around Barcelona without a hostel to shove it into and switch to his daypack. The situation wasn’t the best, he was supposed to be going from Barcelona through France, but a sudden email from someone he’d long pushed to the corner of his mind (for fear of wanting to reach out and contact her — Hera herself) made him change his plans.

He’d called Paolo as soon as he’d gotten the email. Told them to meet him in Barcelona, so they could all fly to D.C. together.

Adjusting the straps of his backpack, lifting the weight up for a second, helped with the soreness pressing into his shoulders, as he walked through the streets of Barcelona. Backpack jingling with all sorts of trinkets he’d picked up through the six weeks he’d been travelling.

He rounded a corner, finding the café that Paolo and him had agreed on. They’d decided to meet for lunch before their flight, for why not catch up? Even though Parys’ original plan had been disrupted — as he’d been planning to make it to Greece near the end of his trip, and of course visiting Paolo and Heidi during that — and had been disrupted in the worst way possible, with the murder of Zeus himself, Parys considered himself lucky.

The titans seemed to be closing in just that smallest bit, and that worried him.

Parys ordered a café con hielo, and sat himself on the outdoor seating once it was made, enjoying the sun and knowing that Paolo would as well. He carefully let down his backpack — careful not to break anything in it — and sipped at his coffee. He knew that the pair of them would be there soon enough.

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@drvcxrys (for a random starter)

Renata smiles when she sees Heidi. "Heidi! It's really good to see you here! Do you like DC, or do you prefer our home?"

[soldefied]

[ heidi’s t a g d r o p !! ]

[queenofhcpes]

[ @hcneysweets ]

Fucking hell, Heidi was fuming. She was furious, enraged, fucking fuming, and it still felt like none of those descriptions really covered what she felt like as she was storming into her office. She wanted to break down a wall, kick a tree out of its roots, fucking punch her own mother for daring to show up again. How did that woman have the audacity to think Heidi wanted her anywhere close, let alone that she would want to help that bitch, especially after she dared to call her an ungrateful witch who took everything from her. What world was she living in, for fuck’s sake? She really wanted to punch her.

Heidi was muttering profanities to herself as she threw the door open to the offices, the door crashing against the wall with a loud bang (she wouldn’t have been surprised if some of the walls came off, she was putting a lot of her strength into the movement out of anger) and ignoring Isadora completely. At this point, her raging shouldn’t have been any surprise at all, really, Isadora should be able to take it – not that she had any choice. This was probably the biggest test for anyone intending to work for her – if they can take her rage, they can take anything. Though, if she was being honest, Isadora was the first person who lasted this long and didn’t run away after the first time Heidi got pissed off. She looked petrified, but she stayed and now months later, none of this should really be a surprise.

She rushed into her office and shut the door closed behind her with the same force she opened the front door. If there would have been any glass in the door, she was 100% it would have shattered. She threw her bag somewhere into the corner and sat down into her chair, took a look at the messages and the files left on her desk and jumped back up again. She couldn’t sit tight, not in this state. She wasn’t sure why she even came in, she just wanted to go down to the gym and either get into the ring and beat a couple of people to the pulp or spend hours punching one boxing bag, imagining her own mother’s head in its place.