#unusuallygifted

[traumeriin]

@unusuallygifted 

     “Theodore, come over here!” After stumbling upon a potentially significant clue Rosemary calls out for her boyfriend. “I found it in the fireplace, do you think it could be something important?” She hadn’t gotten a chance to read it, but the fact that someone unsuccessfully attempted to burn the ledger makes her think it has some significant information. 

[traumeriinmoved]

@unusuallygifted

   Rosemary spent most of the day in her art studio. Once she starts a new project she is completely absorbed in her work, and as a result she often forgets to do basic things like eat. For this reason when her partner shows up with food she smiles. ❝Hello Theodore.❞ She takes his arm and then gives him a kiss on the cheek. ❝What time is it?❞ 

[uncannyprydee]

@unusuallygifted // liked for a starter

With a sigh, as she leaves the diner Etta wraps her coat tighter around her shoulders. She wants nothing more than to go back to Magnus’ apartment and warm herself up while she waits for him to return. So, she keeps walking head down, hands in her pockets which is why she doesn’t see the young boy heading her way and ends up walking straight into him. She stumbles for a moment before catching herself, “Oh I’m sorry,” she frowns looking around, unable to see a parent or guardian for the boy, “Are you lost?”

[daedaluscried]

@unusuallygifted

“ Oh yeah, I have your gift right here. Just close your eyes -- I want it to be a surprise. “ Suri smiled, holding something behind her back. Unfortunately, it was a snowball - ready to be thrown.

[mcststellar-blog]

@unusuallygifted

     “THERE’S....ONLY ONE broccoli on this pan. Only one.”

[hyacinthsgirl]

@unusuallygifted

     not even a month after her very first escape here she was, sneaking out of the living room window. The time her parents would hire a guardian to keep an eye on her had not come yet, so for the time being she was free to roam as much as she wanted, without anyone following her to bring her back home. Well, that was a little lie. One or two housemaids would eventually notice her disappearance and rush outside to find her, hoping she had not walked too far from the quarter. They did not have to worry: in the end Chris would always walk back near her house, pulled by the very reason behind her birth. She could not wait to see more of the world, but at the same time she knew what her place in it was. It was not on a beach, not on top of a mountain, not in a city miles away from this one: it was in the house where she had been born, among darkness and dust. It was sad that a young girl like her ( who had barely walked out childhood ) was already aware of her future and had already accepted it.

     There was so much else to think of today, though! Spring was near, she felt it in the air as she landed on the pavement and started running as fast as possible, her dress fluttering around her legs. She ran with a smile on her face, dodging people, tasting freedom again with every inch of her soul. So caught in that feeling, she did not pay attention to what might hide round the corner and, as soon as she went round it, bumped into someone else. Both Chris and the stranger fell on the ground, together with whatever objects the other was carrying. “I’m sorry!” she apologized almost immediately. “Are you hurt?”

     Yes, definitely a good way to start her new journey through the city.

[traumeriinarchive]

@unusuallygifted

    With her hand tightly clutching his the two of them walked through the unfamiliar area. He told her it had a spooky atmosphere but she didn’t expect to get this startled. ❝It’s awfully dark...Are you sure you can see alright?❞ 

[maliiciously-blog]

@unusuallygifted

     “MR. SALLIS. How good of you to come.”

     The night did no wonders for her -- in fact, she was restless for the whole day. At exactly eleven, she spoke in the deep, foreboding tone of the notorious D.R. (which would’ve angered Priestly if he was there to hear ‘him’ even cough) upon seeing Tobias Sallis arrive, and she stepped out from the corner of Hal’s to greet him personally with a teasing grin. If anything, D.R. was a joke now.

     “For the record,” she continued, this time in her usual voice, “I was excited.”