Wandering Isn't Lost

Vanja Novak || 24 || Pureblood || Durmstrang Alumni ||

[nicholas-chastain]

Nic had lost Nate. Lost him. How predictable. Not that it was actually a giant crisis, because Nate was an adult it was just a fair. It was more that in the back of his mind, Nic wondered if Nate’s “not-boyfriend” would show up, and Nic wanted to be around if he did. He still hadn’t managed to find out who Nate was seeing and it rankled at him. No matter what Nate said, if all of this somehow turned ugly, Nic needed to know who to take revenge against. 

If it weren’t for the heat he’d probably be wearing his customary leather jacket, but as it was he looked semi-respectable in the slate-grey button-down, the sleeves rolled up to reveal the fox and shadow tattoo on his forearm. His other forearm was spelled, otherwise he’d be showing off his Dark Mark, too. He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more than it already was, and was just about to head around a tent when he smacked soundly into someone. 

“What the-” he started in French, the language only a breath away purely because he’d been using it to speak to Nate exclusively since they’d arrived. He stumbled back slightly, blinking at the force of the collision since, apparently, he’d just been walking with that much purpose and obliviousness. 

@vanja-novak

[vanja-novak]

If it hadn’t been for Zara, Vanja might not have found themselves at this carnival. Normally they weren’t one for things like this unless the mood was right, but Vanja figured why not give it a shot. Besides, if Valerija was going they wanted to be there for safety precautions. Vanja was no stranger to being bumped into by strangers be it on purpose or by accident, though it appeared as they turned around that this stranger had no intention of stopping when they collided. Raising a brow, they recognized that the look of confusion on the other’s face and that they had not been speaking English. 

“Are you alright?” Vanja asked, figuring if the other did know the language, they would respond. Their French wasn’t the best, and it sort of sounded like the other was speaking French, but given the little context, they couldn’t be sure. It was worth noting that the blank stare could have very well been because of what Vanja was wearing— a skirt with a cropped t-shirt and shawl over their shoulders. It was warm, but the shawl was more of a fashion statement. Quickly looking themselves over to make sure they looked alright, Vanja concluded it might not be that after all. “Lost?”

[vanja-novak]

You don't want people to know you're capable of real feelings

"I am perfectly capable of having real feelings, for your information. I feel angry, sad, happy, scared, just like anyone else. The trick is never letting anyone know which one.”

[vanja-novak]

not as good at math as a bank worker should be

“I know enough math to calculate the amount of fucks I give, and that’s sufficient on it’s own.”

[oldmemesandhelpandthings-gone]

Send Me Your Assumptions About My Muse

and I’ll respond with “Correct”, “Nope”, or “Kinda”.

[valentinanottt]

@zephyrbcll @trisxrojas @casruncorn @patrickfinnegans

[vanja-novak]

@edith-clearwater / @hey-juliette

[alannasroleplaymemes-moved]

Send a 🙌 and I’ll introduce you to an NPC related to my Muse.

This means any minor ‘background character’ in my Muse’s life, such as a relative, coworker, friend, rival, etc. that they interact with in their personal canon. 

[vanja-novak]

@edith-clearwater / @hey-juliette

[vanja-novak]

trisxrojas​:

Shrugging, Tristan found that he didn’t have an answer to that question simply because of how he was used to Vanja simply waltzing in. After all these months, it seemed somehow ridiculous to have Vanja announce his presence when it seemed like he spent more time in the flat than Xiomra did. While there had once been a point where that annoyed Tristan ferociously, time had softened that into something that was merely an accepted fact. Xio was going to do what she wanted to do, and Vanja… well, he asked Tristan, which was more than Tristan expected. Let him do as he pleased.

“Neighbor. She visit frequently for sugar and such, she must like to bake.” Or at least, that seemed as likely of a reason as any to Tristan. Maybe she had a lot of kids and enjoyed making them treats or something like that. He supposed that she could ask about it, but truthfully, he was still a bit wary about making friends with the neighbors and maybe Vanja was, too, since something seemed strange about Vanja’s question. “She doesn’t ring the bell, she knocks, too.” Tristan added as Vanja brushed against him, eyes tracking Vanja’s movements.

He didn’t feel as bad about staring as he used to, back when he thought Xiomara was interested in Vanja, and so Tristan didn’t try to hide the way that his eyes dropped to the exposed skin of Vanja’s tummy. It wasn’t the first time he’d acknowledged that Vanja was attractive, he was hardly blind and could admit that sometimes he stared at people in appreciate, like how he admired his flashy friend’s hands and rings, or Odette’s cleavage (and her smile, he wasn’t completely a pig). “Give me a break… from the cat?” Tristan was sure he smelled bullshit there, and he crossed his arms in response to Vanja’s next statement, cocking his head to the side. “Why?”

The likelihood that Vanja had stopped the person from coming over increased when Tristan admitted to knowing the woman. He made a face away from Tristan’s gaze, brushing it off. “No, I just meant I was wondering if you knew who she was,” he clarified. “It wasn’t to do with the doorbell.” Sometimes he forgot that phrases like that could be misinterpreted, especially since Tristan wasn’t as used to the language as Vanja was. “Also, I don’t think it’s baking she’s looking to partake in,” he said rather flatly, not bothering to go into further detail. Maybe Tristan didn’t see it, but it was clear that the woman was making excuses to come over and talk to him, likely for flirtatious reasons. 

Sure, it was a shitty excuse. Sage wasn’t that high maintenance —hell, Vanja was more high maintenance than their cat at times— so it wouldn’t have been that big of a deal for Tristan to keep him a bit longer. However, it was the best excuse he had at the moment. He had no clue whether or not Xiomara had ever talked to Tristan, and he had thought that coming over might make it more obvious as to whether she did or not. However, Tristan was as elusive as ever. “Yes, a break from having extra responsibilities around.” Now he was just stretching it. 

Where did he go from here? Vanja obviously had to give a non bullshit answer to this question, or he was just wasting his time. If Tristan had talked to Xiomara and still didn’t feel any different toward Vanja, than he would risk embarrassing himself for a second time. Then again, if he flat out asked if he had spoken to Xio, would Tristan take that as him only wanting to talk about her, still? “I guess I was hoping she might have talked to you,” Vanja shrugged. Sage meowed at his feet, wanting attention. “I’m sorry... about ruining your birthday. I know it was months ago, I just wanted to say it again. I don’t regret kissing you, though,” he stated, rather bluntly,  pushing himself up from leaning against the counter. Vanja passed by him a second time, figuring he could probably give Sage a treat to quiet him down, this time pressing his hand a bit firmer to the other’s shoulder, slipping by. 

[vanja-novak]

miriamclearwater​:

She was an idiot.  She had only taken enough polyjuice for an hour, and part of the plan was supposed to involve her walking down Diagon Alley to see what she could come across.  But perhaps snooping and talking to her sister’s girlfriend’s brother would be more effective.  And he seemed odd enough that Edith wouldn’t question it if he said something about this strange encounter.  “I think maybe just an apple for me,” she mused, grabbing one from the fruit bowl and tossing it from hand to hand.  “Oh a sandwich does sound nice though.  Okay, perhaps an apple and a sandwich.”  Edith ate a lot, right?  This was her being realistic, not being a pig.

When he was done she reached around and grabbed two slices of bread, working to construct her own sandwich.  “Where do you think they might be?  Did Valerija give you any kind of idea where she’d have put them?”

Vanja focused on making his sandwich, figuring the quicker they ate, the quicker they could find the books and he could be out of her hair. His brows furrowed slight at her question, humming under his breath. “Well, if I know my sister, I know she always keeps things well organized, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I would know exactly where to look. Somewhere slightly hidden, if I had to guess, since they’re rather important.” Which meant that it probably wouldn’t just be laying around with normal leisure books, but rather somewhere else. 

Still, it couldn’t hurt to look. “If they’re not with the rest of the books, I would suspect they would be in the other bedroom.” Once he was finished constructing his sandwich, he took a few bites, waving his wand to clean up the mess he made.

[vanja-novak]

nottsofiya​:

“Serious and literal, huh?” Sofiya was too polite to say that sounded boring, but it did. A little. “Have you tried being very straightforward? You do mess with people a lot. In a charming Vanja-esque way. That literal and serious people do not always appreciate.”

Vanja gave her a look, sighing. “Yes, I have, actually, but I’m afraid it still wasn’t very convincing. Look, I acknowledge I screwed up, but I need to fix it. Also...” Vanja stretched out the word, pausing between. “I might need to tone the Vanja-esque-ness a bit.”

[vanja-novak]

valerijanovak​:

Her brother had a flair for the dramatic.  It was quite endearing in her opinion, but she knew that not everyone shared her opinion.  It was their loss though.  “I have no idea, I’m not quite the chaotic mastermind you are, Vanja.  But I imagine you’d find a way.”  He hadn’t ever really dragged her along for the chaos, and she assumed it was because he saw her as being younger than she actually was.  “It’s what you’re best at, right?” She was teasing him, but she also believed it to an extent.

“Hmm, that’s a fair point.  Perhaps we’ll get started and we’ll see that I’ve found my new calling in Muggle shelf construction.”  Only Vanja could bring out the sarcastic side of her.  She took the last bite of her grilled cheese and wiped her mouth with the cloth napkin.  “Shall we make an attempt?”

Vanja couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head. “Muggle shelf construction? I think they’re just called construction workers.” Still, he wondered himself whether or not there were special names for those who specifically worked on certain things. Vanja finished his sandwich and stood up, ready to help her tackle these shelves. “I think so, yes. But you’ll have to fill me in on where they’re going and what not.”

Maybe he didn’t look it, but Vanja was rather strong, considering he did not have much muscle mass. Plus, he was taller than Valerija was, which would also come in handy. “What do we do first?”

[vanja-novak]

valerijanovak​:

“Probably,” she shrugged, smiling.  He seemed pretty apt at getting himself into trouble.  He didn’t often come to her when he was in trouble, the eternal curse of being the younger sibling, but she had known him long enough to know his semi-chaotic ways.  “You have never had a hard time finding trouble, and I imagine it’d be even easier with a concussion.”

This might be a disaster, but she was confident Edith could turn around anything the messed up too badly.  She quickly finished up her own grilled cheese and joined him at the table, sitting a bag of chips in between them.  “I – I have never put together something like this without magic?  It depends on how handy you are, honestly?  There are four shelves though.”

Vanja feigned a gasp of surprise, giving her a look that almost said how dare, shaking his head. “What kind of trouble do you take me for getting in that it would be easier with a concussion? The best kind of trouble takes masterminding,” he smirked, winking at her. There was certainly a reputation that Vanja had to uphold, after all.

“Well that’s not surprising, you wouldn’t have had to before now.” He hadn’t said it to make her feel badly, or incapable, but rather to reassure her that even trying was saying something. If Valerija was willing to try that was rather admirable in his eyes. “Mmm... Not sure... probably fairly competent, at the least.” Vanja typically wasn’t building and putting up shelving himself either, but he was sure between the two of them they could figure it out. “Are there instructions? We could follow those.”

[vanja-novak]

softboi-malfoy​:

Lucius was picking up new robes from the tailor’s, and also planning on commissioning a few more in preparation for the celebration of his son’s birth. It was supposed to be a quick trip, but he’d had to wait for service, and now he was being asked for help. He was about to snap that there should be shop hands for that, when he turned actually found himself facing a half-dressed figure who was glancing over their shoulder at him with large eyes and a coaxing voice.

“I’m not- do I-” he was stammering in public, faster than usual, this was a nightmare, but he glanced around and realized that the shop help was actually probably busy digging up his orders. Too busy to help this stranger. “You look like you can manage.”

Vanja rose a brow at how flustered the man was getting, thinking to himself that this could be quite fun. He hadn’t intended to act flirtatiously to this stranger, though it was a natural part of Vanja’s personality and the man was almost asking for it. It was too good to pass up. Batting his eyelashes a bit, Vanja sighed perhaps a bit over dramatically.

“Well, if I wanted to dislocate a shoulder, sure, but then I would very obviously need someone to help accompany me to St Mungo’s. Surely you don’t want that weighing on your pretty conscious, do you?”

[immortalled]

wake up, sunshine.

[vanja-novak]

♛ Tristan

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[princessvanguard-deactivated201]

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[valentinanottt]

@trisxrojas @casruncorn @zephyrbcll @patrickfinnegans

[vanja-novak]

@mxdnight-marauder / @edith-clearwater / @benjy-andthejets / @hey-juliette

[never-smileatacrocodile-blog]

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[valentinanottt]

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[vanja-novak]

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[vanja-novak]

zaraivancva​:

As soon as Vanja confirmed her suspicions, a small switch flipped in Zara’s mind. Their plan of getting drunk at the bar seemed distant now as her curiosity took over.

One of the things that made Zara’s relationship with Vanja special was trust. Even though they both had penchants for trouble, they always had each others’ backs. So when Vanja pulled Zara from the sidewalk and into the shadows, she didn’t resist.

Her eyes darted to where Vanja indicated. The lighting wasn’t in their favour, but that could be expected from a graveyard at night. Zara blocked out the rest of the world and focused on the scene. Two larger figures were crouched around an open plot. Their wands were out, and although the one barely moved, the other was in the middle of casting.

As Zara and Vanja hid, watched, and waited, something began to rise out of the open grave. Zara’s body tensed at the possibility of Vanja being right about where their night headed. However, another moment passed and what was rising from the grave was revealed - sort of. Out of the grave rose a small, black box. They were too far away for Zara to make out any distinguishing features but, if these two people were bothering to sneak around in a graveyard at night to retrieve it, Zara guessed it was highly valuable. Though many aspects of the situation captured her attention, the potential monetary gain topped the list.

“So,” she breathed to her cousin. “Are you up for a change of plans?”

Vanja wasn’t an expert in grave robbing, but that was exactly what it appeared to be as they stood in the shadows observing two bodies hovering over one grave in particular. If someone where to be hosting a seance or fucking around in a graveyard for fun, they wouldn’t all be focused on one spot in particular. And no, this didn’t appear to be some tearful moment of mourning. Most people did that privately, and not in the midst of the night where it was pitch black. It was obvious that whoever these people were, they did not want to be seen.  

Of course, the other alternative to grave robbing was far worse and far more dangerous. Inferi weren’t supposed to be easy to make, but the war had already proven that false, a few months ago. It wouldn’t surprise Vanja in the slightest if someone was attempting to create more, though it didn’t appear to be the case thankfully as only a small object was being levitated from underground rather than a corpse. As Vanja glanced over at Zara, her interest seemed to be piqued. He wasn’t a fool, he knew what his cousin did for a living. Sparks were going off, and it became clear that she had intentions of investigating this further. 

“So long as it doesn’t kill us? Why not,” he shrugged. Vanja would always have her back, and this was not something that they should take chances on alone. If she intended to gain possession of whatever that object was, she would need back up. Not that Vanja didn’t think she could handle a few wizards, but there was a very high chance that the object in question was dangerous. “What’s your plan?”

[vanja-novak]

trisxrojas​:

Since moving into the flat, one of Tristan’s neighbors had become increasingly fond of coming over to borrow little things from the kitchen, in need of a cup of sugar, a few eggs, did he happen to have a stick of butter? And it happened with such a frequency that sometimes Tristan wondered if they were terribly forgetful in their shopping trips, or if perhaps they didn’t have the funds to cover everything and their attempts at making the basics stretch didn’t always work.

When he heard the knock, Tristan expected it to be that same neighbor, maybe some friend of Xiomara’s looking for her since truthfully, Tristan didn’t have many friends of his own, and he was surprised when he saw that it was Vanja letting himself in. “When did you begin knocking?” Tristan asked, his face crunching up in confusion as he came out of the kitchen. For so long, it had annoyed him endlessly the way that Vanja just let himself into the flat, moving about as if he lived there and Tristan had come to accept that the flat was not Vanja proof, so the fact Vanja was knocking now was unexpected and threw him off.

Not that he couldn’t guess why Vanja might have changed that habit. Things had been difference since his birthday and ever since Xiomara talked to him, Tristan considered them difference once again. It was a strange shift between them and Tristan crossed his arms as he tilted his head, considering Vanja in a new light. It didn’t escape his notice that Vanja was wearing his jacket and he’d always been aware that Vanja was attractive, but Xio had dibs. Or at least, Tristan thought he had. “Here for the cat?” He asked, wondering if Xiomara had talked to Vanja lately, wondering if it even mattered.

Vanja merely shrugged at the question, not even having realized that Tristan was there. “Thought I might try something new,” he answered simply, entering further into the flat. Looking at the perplexed expression on Tristan’s face, he rose a brow. “Would you rather I continue to come in unanounced?” While he still technically let himself in, at least there was a bit of a warning this time.

“There was someone outside in the hall, it almost looked like she wanted to head this way before I got to the door,” Vanja confessed, eyes gazing back to the front door with slight suspicion. If Tristan had been expecting someone, Vanja wouldn’t stay long, though he got the impression that perhaps hers was not planned either. “Ring any bells?” His tone remained neutral, though Vanja was rather curious about it. As he walked by Tristan, Vanja placed a hand on the man’s shoulder, brushing against him slightly to get by. “But yes, to answer your question.”

As if on cue, Sage came sauntering out of his hiding place, rubbing up against Vanja’s legs. Letting out a small chuckle, Vanja unzipped the jacket and set it aside, crouching down to pet the cat behind the ears. With the leather jacket removed it was much easier to notice the top he has been wearing was basically a crop top, exposing the middle of his abdomen. “I figured I would come over early, give you a break.” And give myself a reason to see you, he thought to himself. But of course, it wasnt that easy. He couldn’t just say that, that would be absurd. Vanja stood up after a moment, leaning against the counter as their cat started to paw at the laces of Vanja’s boots. “I figured Xio wouldn’t be home, but I was hoping you would.”