#wildechaya

[dutycovet]

@wildechaya​.     /     that teacher/TA au.

this is a bad idea, and he knows it. she was disruptive enough as his student, and asking her to join him in teaching can only create further friction. however, he has never found a student with a sharper grasp of his subject. her arguments, while disruptive, were always poignant and informed. though he wishes her grasp on civility were firmer, there would be no one better to show his students how to question everything, how to arrive at their own conclusions.

      “ thank you for coming, miss cohen. ” he doesn’t look up from the exam he’s grading as she walks in, keeping that superior tilt of his head as he looks down, knowing how it annoys her. “ have a seat. ” he gestures with his pen to the chair on the other side of his desk. 

for another moment, he ignores her, finishing the page he is on, leaving her to examine his office: meticulously neat but filled to the brim with everything he’s collected over the course of his academic career: ancient books filling every space on the many bookshelves, various prizes and certificates, knickknacks gifted from appreciative students, a photo of his family on one of the rare occasions they were happy.

marking his place, he sets aside the exam and finally looks up to gussie. “ what are your plans for this coming semester? ”

[infinitescul]

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new wolves are volatile creatures. for the past few years, jed has learned through trial and error that he can be neither too hard with them, nor too soft. each bends at a different pressure, but apply too much and they will break. it’s best to get them initiated and under control quickly, before they get other ideas in their heads. the only wolf he cannot control is HOPE MIKAELSON, and he doesn’t intend on making a second exception.

“ hey. ” that’s all the preamble she gets as jed throws himself down onto the bench next to her. she’s been difficult to get a read on, since they don’t have any classes together, but he’s put together a vague picture from the other wolves. “ welcome to the salvatore school. i’m your new ALPHA. ”

[brenheira]

                   ❛      if  you  leave  now   you  get  nothing.     ❜

@wildechaya  sent  in  a  “first  line”  prompt!

[cosmicpurposed]

❝ I’m such a dumb sucker I might even agree to do it. ❞ / wildechaya

the vampire diaries book prompts  |  @wildechaya

hope can’t help it: a smile twitches her lips upwards. it was risky, asking gussie to be her partner in crime, even without the fact that she was currently doing unmentionable things to hope’s uncle every night. it seems, however, that the reckless question might just prove fruitful. this is not a spell that can be performed alone by the witch, she needs assistance and she knows freya would be too sensible to agree. ( hence, why she next turned to gussie. ) 

       “ really? i mean, it’s not going to get you any bonus points with elijah, you know. ”

[ichorvcinsarchived]

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“ come on, it’s a classic muggle game, you can’t just not play on principle. ” the witches are spread across the floor of their room, deserted except for the two of them. the raven haired girl’s eyes are alight with mischief. alright, so she’s using this game to torture one of her best friends. sue her. gussie will get teased whether or not she deigns to answer. “ fuck, marry, kill. elijah mikaelson, percy weasley, and angelina johnson. go. ”

[heistdriven-moved]

  *      /      @wildechaya    !        (    cont    )

            ❝  ms .  cohen ,  ❞      she  corrects ,  tone  firm .   the  briefcase  and  accompanying  manila  folder  hit  the  metal  table  with  a  light  bang  as  she  sets  them  down .   the  jibe  about  her  age  is  expected ,  and  irritatingly  uncreative .   augusta  pulls  out  the  chair  opposite  him ,  and  takes a  seat ,  smoothing  her  dress  pants .   it  would  be  easy ,  and  undoubtedly  sensible ,  to  push  past  his  remark ,  but  it  would  also  be  grossly  out  of  character .  fingers  slipping  between  the  covers  of  his  file ,  opening  it  to  the  criminal  report ,  she  admits ,   ❝  i  haven’t  passed  the  bar .  i’m  a  2L .  ❞   a  hint  of  condescension  seeps  into  her  tone ,  as  she  explains ,   ❝  that’s  a  second  year  law  student .  ❞

           augusta  takes  a  moment  to  sort  through  the  pages ,   before  she  takes  an  exaggerated  pause .  head  raised  to  meet  his  eyes ,  she  says ,   ❝  but  if  you’d  prefer ,  i  can  fetch  my  supervising  attorney .  it’s  only  10am ,  which  means  he’s  not  quite  drunk  enough  to  pass  out  on  you ,  but  just  drunk  enough  that  he’ll  have  started  referring  to  black  americans  as  ‘ colored  people ’  and  asking  if  you  plan  to  re-elect  president  kennedy .   ❞     with  a  forced ,  and  transparently  disingenuous  pleasantness ,  she  asks ,    ❝  shall  i  fetch  him  for  you ,  mr.  moravec ?  ❞

      lips curl into a smile.    hands moving to rest on the table in front of him.    fingers interlacing together.    for a moment, eyes flick between her and the chair opposite of him, but he makes no move to vocalize the empty chair.       ❛    ah, well,    miss cohen    as sweet as dear old supervising attorney sounds, i’m sure he won’t share his booze, so really, what’s the point.    ❜      lips stay curled into the smile, but for a moment he thinks about asking her for a drink.    it really had been too long.    he really needed to inquire who could help him out with that problem. 

      body leans forward as his weight rests on his elbows.       ❛    tell me, miss cohen, what is a 2l student doing working a murder case.    seems pretty steep.    or is it you just    fancy me    ?    ❜

[anathaems]

dulcet  tone,  strawberry-sweet.  there  is  grief  and  harrowing  inside  this  body,  inside  these  lungs.  incarnadine  cheeks  glow  in  the  poor  light  of  a  glowing  match,  casting  her  shadow  across  the  room.  an  amber  light,  wavering,  warm.  she  is  the  jacqueminot in  bloom:   daughter  of  crimson  night.    ❝   wait,  does  color  matter?  ❞   fingers  trace  the  myriad  assortment  of  candles.  there  may  not  be  salem  nor  witchcraft  in  her  bones,  but  she  is a  different  sort  of  entity.  a  different  brand  of  redivivus.  

@wildechaya   !

[infinitescularchive]

@wildechaya liked for iris.

      “ well, well, well. ”

           a smirk both superior and amused for the little witch caught behind bars. what secrets will she learn from this singing bird? fingers drum absently on the bars that separate them, dark eyes studying captured prey. after the work petra has done for her, iris really shouldn’t be surprised that such power comes in such small packages. 

     “ does she speak? come on, little bird, time to sing. ”