“Look — I’ve had two babies in here crying all day. I don’t have the willpower, the desire nor the scotch to put up with a third.”
“You look like you could use a hand.” Aria tilted her head, offering her help if he were truly in need of it.

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@thatgirlfromfour
“Look — I’ve had two babies in here crying all day. I don’t have the willpower, the desire nor the scotch to put up with a third.”
“You look like you could use a hand.” Aria tilted her head, offering her help if he were truly in need of it.
“Good to meet you, too, Aria. So, liking the rebellion so far?”
“Oh yeah, I’m absolutely loving it.” Aria rolled her eyes and gave a quiet laugh.
virus: searching for a cure.
Arthur gave Aria a fondly exasperated look, involving a raised eyebrow and a pointed look which often worked on Gwaine. “When have you ever been a bother, Ari?” He asked, using her old nickname, before shaking his head. “I don’t mind the company.” He assured.
Watching her take a seat, Arthur offered a slight smirk. “Only when the subject interested me - I actually used to hate reading. My father required me to recite passages I’d studied with my tutor in the evenings; I lost most of my love of reading because of it. Hence the sketchbook you discovered on the beach that summer.” He explained, as he shrugged off a dark coloured zipper he had pulled on upon his own waking, and stood up to place the warmed piece of clothing over her shivering shoulders before sitting back down without comment. “It’s one of the texts from level two… Merlin began showing virus symptoms just after the last full moon.”
Aria smiled as Arthur reminded her of the age-old nickname. It felt as if forever and a day had passed since the last time anyone had called her that. “I just thought I would check. Not everyone wants the company these-days.”
“I always loved it, but I suppose that’s because I wasn’t forced to do it.” She gave a quiet laugh, apologetic eyes lifting to meet Arthur’s. “I knew your dad was strict when it came to studying, but I didn’t think he was that excessive.” She tilted her head, casting her mind back to the beaches of Four. “I loved that sketchbook.” Aria commented, she was sure that she had told him countless times, but it was the truth. “You always were a really talented artist...” The brunette smiled, tired but determined to stay awake and spend time with her old friend. She ducked her head when Arthur draped the item of clothing across her shoulders. “Thank you Arthur.” Aria smiled appreciatively. “Oh my, the poor thing. How is he doing?”
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Knowing Aria likely wouldn’t have cared about Ethan’s fuss, he shook his head, laughing. Finn shuffled Ethan on the floor between his feet as the toddler continued to push the same book into his father’s lap, raising his hands in defense at her comment. “Hey, if it were up to me, we’d be reading this caterpillar’s life story for the rest of my life story. Anything beats..” He glanced down at the book in his hands, tilting it up so Ethan couldn’t reach it. Whatever his dad had, Ethan wanted. “Most Macabre Monstrosities. Oddly.. charming title, isn’t it?”
She couldn’t help but grin at the sight of the toddler. He was so much like Finnick, yet reminded her of Annie just as much, and that smile, she hadn’t seen anything close to that since they had gone underground. “Oh, well at least you can appreciate the masterpiece that is The Very Hungry Caterpillar..” She teased, moving further into the room and sitting by them on the floor, thin fingers grazing over the covers of the vast amount of books. “Wow. That certainly sounds, um.. Interesting?”
virus: searching for a cure.
It had been some time since Arthur had last seen or spoken to Aria, but he couldn’t fail to note the paleness of her features (he was used to seeing the same thing in the mirror on nights sleep was chased away by memory) or the fact she was walking around the cold base in bare feet.
“It’s alright,” Arthur assured, as he gestured to the empty seats. “Come on in.”
“Are you sure I’m not bothering you?” Aria tilted her head, a frail smile crossing her lips as she slowly crossed the room and walked towards her old friend. “If you’re doing something important, I can come see you another time.” The floor was cold beneath her feet, or at least it would have been, were she not completely numb from lack of sleep.
“You always were the hard worker.” The weak smile grew a fraction, before the muscles in her face grew tired and relaxed.
research.
“No Ethan, I’m sorry buddy, we can’t read The Hungry Caterpillar again, Daddy’s gotta read all these —” That’s when Finnick noticed somebody else staring at them. So he put on his usual charming smile and apologised, waving a hand. “So sorry. We’ll keep it down.”
Aria watched on as Finnick sat with his son surrounded by books, though Ethan seemed fixated on the most important of them all. A fond smile tugged at her lips, quietly laughing when her ex-mentor finally noticed her presence. “I had no idea you had such terrible taste in books Finn. At least Ethan doesn’t share the same taste.”
“Definitely,” he laughed with a nod. “I’m Sam. Sam Winchester.”
Aria smiled at the man’s laughter, giggling quietly with him. “I’m Aria Montgomery, its great to meet you Sam.”
virus: searching for a cure.
Running a tired hand across his eyes, Arthur sat back as far as the hard chair he sat on would allow; offering a moments respite from the book in front of him, whose lines were beginning to blur. After waking from a nightmarish flashback that he would not be able to return to sleep after, the knight had come to level two where books of all kinds could now be found - all in the hopes of finding some kind of cure to the virus that was still taking down many of the Nut’s residents. How he’d managed to avoid it, Arthur wasn’t sure, but he was going to use that to help those treating the victims to find a cure. At his feet, hidden beneath the table, Pilgrim slept on - the young dog having followed his human companion upon recognising the behaviour of a sleepless night and had fallen straight back to sleep upon getting to their destination.
Cracking his neck, Arthur rolled his shoulders after glancing at the young dog to return to the book in front of him; turning his head moments later however, when he heard someone enter the room. “You as well?”
It was rare for Aria to get any substantial amount of sleep these days, and even the moments in which she did manage to doze off were soon corrupted with night terrors. The brunette wasn’t prepared to terrify herself for what must have been the tenth night in a row, so instead she made her way through the hallways of level two. Her bare feet barely made a sound on the cold floor despite walking with no intent on keeping quiet. Underneath one of the doors Aria spotted a light, moving towards it and popping her head inside. A small smile crossed her lips as green eyes fell on the blond, sat at a table with his head in a book.
“Sorry.” Aria whispered, not completely stepping into the room. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
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“— Don’t… take me back.”
“Scott? Scott are you okay?”
renascxntia:
“Seriously, the Nut? It’s like a thirteen-year-old boy named this place.”
“I’m sure there’s a reason behind the name, but you’re right, it does scream ‘teenage immaturity.’”
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Pietro narrowed his eyes when she snapped back, but he guessed he had no other choice but to believe her. Wanda reacted like that sometimes. “Pietro Maximoff,” he told her his name, wondering now if she’d also get it wrong and end up calling him ‘Pete’.
“Pietro?” Aria repeated, no doubt messing up the pronunciation due to their difference in accents. “It’s nice to meet you, Pietro.” She repeated his name again so as to familiarise herself with it. “I’m Aria. Aria Montgomery.”
mxamoff:
“Zhen who did you mean, hm? Who? Who was it, zhis person who is not on zhis side, hm? I see no one else around, and you are talking to me, da? You are.”
“Hey! Honestly, I wasn’t talking about anyone specific. I am not talking about you, just to you.”
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Finn shrugged almost carelessly, replying before she’d really put it together. “Thought so.” Then she started to freak out, and Finnick sighed quietly. His attempts at lightening things up clearly hadn’t worked, considering her response. Feeling guilty now, he waved a hand at her, not particularly minding that she’d forgotten. He’d have forgotten himself had it not been for Kol. “It’s no big deal sweetheart, forget I ever said anything. So, what’s going on?”
“I’m so sorry Finn.” Hands placed either side of her face, Aria dug her nails into her hairline as her features crumpled in annoyance. In all of the years she had known Finnick, she had never forgotten his birthday, and now she simply felt idiotic. She opened her eyes just as he began to speak, catching sight of his waving hand as she slowly calmed herself down, though still feeling ridiculous that she had forgotten. “It’s nothing Finnick, really. I just- I’ve lost my mom’s necklace, that’s all..”