Agnarr Frey

Juniper followed, watching as he moved slowly, watching as he walked, tilting her head to the side. “Your legs?” she asked as she stepped forward, walking alongside him. “What is wrong with them?” she looked up at the taller human, curious and full of trepidation, but wanting to keep the conversation going. 

At his question she shook her head. “No,” she answered softly. “I was born in that hallway, I was nothing but a vampire, I until you gave me a name.” she explained. “Is this sort of thing something that happens often?” 

A soft sigh escaped the young man and he shook his head. “Gods..” he muttered almost silently. Fucking witches. He thought before looking back to her. “Born like this.. I hope this memory-loss thing is a temporary..” Agnarr said softly continuing along the way towards Juniper’s home.

Agnarr listened to her before shaking his head. “No that’s not.. not entirely true. You are someone and I didn’t give you your name - but I hope you remember this when this shit eventually wears off.” As they kept on the path, Agnarr let out a quiet noise of unease. 

“The island is... filled with different kind of supers; and it seems to have it’s own arsenal of witches. During holidays and sometimes random events even, they cast spells to fuck with the people that live here. So.. yes and no.”

Angelonia smiled gently when he said it would be a good idea to move her plants up there. “Thank you Agnarr,” she said gently. “I think they will do much better with more light.” she explained as she gazed up at him. When he said it felt strange she nodded. “I am sure it does,” she agreed. “I cannot imagine, if I were a Mistress it would be very interesting.” 

When he explained it was his father’s doing she frowned lightly. “I thought you did not know your father,” she said softly, and then smiled when he asked if they were sure it wasn’t a dream. Bringing her hand up she gently pinched the back of his arm. “Did you feel that? Because if you did, then I suppose this is not a dream,” she explained with a grin. “And if it is not a dream then it is truly your suite and you are truly a master now who may do as he pleases. What do you think you will do with the extra money?” 

Agnarr smiled and nodded his head when she talked about her plants doing better with more light. “I’m sure they will, little pixie,” he hummed. “Oh - that reminds me; Qhuinn sent me a housewarming gift, a couple actually,” Agnarr said warmly then gestured to the plant that his friend had sent him. “Got room for one more in your routine? Gods know I’ll accidentally kill it,” he said with a sheepish grin.

He shook his head slightly. “I don’t.. didn’t,” he said softly then let out a soft laugh when she pinched the back of his arm. “I did feel that,” Agnarr said, leaning back and humming in thought. “I’m not sure.. maybe Juniper would know how to help me put some of it away or.. whatever it is people do with extra money I suppose. Never been in a position where I’ve had to think about it before..” he said before glancing to the couch then back to her with a smile. “Wanna sit?”

When Agnarr wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer Angelonia settled against his chest, looking up at him as she put her hands on his chest and sighed, loving the feeling of being close to him like that. She listened to his words, looking around the suite before leaning forward and resting her chin against his chest. 

“Agnarr, I cannot sleep here too often, the guards would not allow that.” she reminded him as she put her hands on his hips and smiled at him. “But I will come and visit you when I am able-” she closed her eyes as he kissed her forehead and then wrapped her arms around his middle slowly, looking up at him still as she did. “I would like to come see you in your space. Perhaps I can bring my plants here? There is so much more light, it would be better for them and then I can tell the guards I must come up so I can see you and I can care for my plants?” she suggested with a smile. “I appreciate you saying I may still come here, I know that you must be excited to have your own space after being with roommates for so long.” 

The young man listened to her before nodding his head a little. “I suppose you’re right.. they’d probably have a thing or two to say if you were here every night,” he murmured in agreement. 

Agnarr thought for a moment, almost getting lost in his racing thoughts before he was pulled from them when Angelonia made the suggestion to move her plants here. “Hmm, that’s a wonderful idea, søt jente,” he said with a smile then chuckled and glanced around the suite once more. “I suppose so.. it feels so strange,” he trailed off, eyes going to the letter that had been here when he arrived.

He let out a soft breath then met Angelonia’s gaze again. “My father - he’s the one that did this. And he- he left me all his extra funds that he had as well..” Agnarr said, shaking his head slowly and letting out another soft chuckle. “We’re sure this isn’t some weird fever dream?” He asked softly, though he kept his tone light.

Of course he would notice the slight flicker of hesitation on her face, of course he would notice the way her face fell even just for that brief moment. Angelonia smiled softly, moving her hands from his face, touching the hand that cupped her chin as she closed her eyes for a moment, loving the feeling of his hand on her face before she sighed. Opening her eyes again she looked up at him, meeting his eye as she tilted her face to the side slightly and smiling softly this time. 

“I was just thinking- you are a master now, and I am very happy for you,” she explained. “But I will miss our mornings. And I will miss knowing I can see you anytime, because I will still live in the cells and you will live here.” she continued softly. 

Agnarr frowned at her words before gently shaking his head. He leaned against the wall to support himself so he could drop his crotch, bringing his now free arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him.

“Sweet pixie - You can still see me anytime you want; and you can sleep here with me, if you want. This place.. this suite- my suite, I suppose; this is always open to you for as long as you’d like,” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Morning, noon and night; no matter the hour, you are always welcome here.”

Angelonia smiled when he opened the door and when he invited her in she stepped into the suite, looking around it curiously before looking back at him, waiting for him to say something, but he didn’t. Instead he held a paper out to her. “Agnarr,” she said as she took the paper. “What is going on?” she questioned as she looked around the suite, not quite looking at the note just yet. 

Glancing down at the paper she saw it was a notice from the headmaster and then after really looking at it- reading it she looked back up at him slowly. “You are a master now?” moving towards him she reached up, tilting his chin up to gasp when she saw he no longer had his collar on, as if that was the only way he would be able to prove his new status. “Agnarr! That is wonderful! You will be so much happier as a master!” she gushed, clapping her hands together excitedly. “I am so happy for you.” she beamed at him excitedly as she moved her hands from his chin to cup his face, her own face falling slightly for just a moment before she smiled again. “This is truly wonderful for you.” 

The young man watched her closely; his expression a mixture of relief, confusion and unknowing. When she stepped closer and lifted his chin, revealing his bare neck, a soft chuckle escaped him - though really it was more of a short breath. Feeling her hands cup his face, Agnarr returned her cheerful smile with one of his own. “Thank you, Angelonia. I’m excited, I think.. I just.. I can’t believe it -- “ he murmured though he caught the slight fall in Angelonia’s smile.

“What is it, søt jente?” He asked softly, his own hand coming up to gently cup her chin in his hand as his blue eyes met her gaze. “What’s going through your mind?” Agnarr wondered, his gaze and his hold gentle, warm even.

Juniper thought about that for a long moment, her grip tightening slightly but then felaxing as she made up her mind. This human claimed to be her friend, he wanted to help and she’d had his blood before, but still as a precaution she looked up into his eyes. “If you try to hurt me- I will kill you.” she told him sternly. 

Looking down at the crutch he glanced down at she slipped her foot under the crutch and kicked it into the air, catching it with one hand and then handing it to him. “No funny business human.” she said as she let go of him and stepped back. “I live on this island? Where do I live?” 

Agnarr sighed and had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at her words, reminding himself that while the girl in front of him was Juniper - she didn’t remember him. So he would need to tread a little lighter so nothing would happen that they both regretted.

“No funny business - and it’s Agnarr,” he mumbled before taking his crutch and leaning on it before nodding.

“This way,” Agnarr hummed and began making his way towards Juniper’s home, glancing towards his friend every so often. “So.. you don’t know-- what happened then, I’m assuming?” Agnarr asked quietly.

Juniper, this boy, he said her name was Juniper, and for whatever reason, his words had the ring of truth- maybe it was because she’d had his blood, maybe that’s why she seemed to be able to tell that he was telling the truth. “Juniper,” she repeated softly. “Juniper Preston.” she looked down at her hands, where she held his shirt and then noticed that he seemed to be holding onto her. 

When he said his name was Agnarr and that she was his friend she felt her lips twitch but she gripped his shirt a little tighter. “You will not fight me?” she asked softly. “You will help?” 

Agnarr watched her closely before slowly nodding his head. A little wince escaped him when he felt her grip his shirt a little tighter.

“Fight you? Gods Juniper.. No, I’m not going to fight you. But yes, yes I would like to help you - if you’ll just hand me that crutch there...” he grunted quietly, glancing from her down to the crutch on the floor then back up to meet her gaze.

She whirled around when the person she’d pushed seemed to call her by a name- was it her name? Did he know her? There was something- not familiar- but- “You know me,” she said as she looked at him with narrowed eyes. “I’ve had your blood.” 

Moving much faster than the human would be able to track she stopped in front of him, pushing him back to the wall. “Who are you? You are human, I know that. I’ve had your blood- why? Who am I?” she couldn’t stop the torrent of questions when she realized that this human, he was the only one who had shown any sign of recognizing her. 

Agnarr opened his mouth to respond before letting out another groan when she pushed him back against the wall, leaning away from her grip. From the sudden movement, he dropped his crutch with a loud metallic clatter on the ground beside them. His blue eyes locked with her gaze and he held his hands up slowly before gently gripping the fabric of her shirt - more so to steady himself.

“Okay.. first of all; Ow. Second of all.. to try and answer your .. many questions. Yes, you do know me. I know you - Your name is Juniper. You’ve had my blood because you are my friend and a while back you were hungry so.. yea - beside the point. Yes, I’m human. Your name is Juniper Preston and you’re on an island called The Institute,” Agnarr got out, keeping a grip on her shirt in some effort to keep himself from falling to the ground should she release her grip on him.

“My name is Agnarr and I am your friend - We’ve known each other for a while and you’re one of my only friends in this damned place. So please.. ease up and we’ll figure this out together?”

Francis was walking towards town, hoping to stop and pick up a bottle of wine for that evening’s dinner when he heard the boy speak and after a moment’s pause he turned around, exasperation on his face. “You just don’t know when to quit do you?” he questioned as he looked at Agnarr with a slight frown. “Go away young man, go back to your little girlfriend,” he waved his hand absentmindedly in the direction that the blonde had gone off in before he started to walk- admittedly in that same direction. 

His mind was on his tasks at hand, set up an appropriate time to meet with the real estate agent, and get that bottle of wine while figuring out what to do for dinner that night. He had some frozen food at home, chicken, beef, lamb, but he was much more interested in seeing if there was a decent butcher on the island and seeing if they had anything that was fresh, nowhere in his mind did he want to have a fight with this idiot child who couldn’t keep his mouth shut.  

Agnarr’s brows furrowed and a light snarl curled his upper lip, taking a step forward towards Francis. “Don’t you talk about her,” he snapped before leaning on his crutch once more and looking, well.. down at the Professor. Agnarr stood at 6′0 tall and Francis appeared to be 5′6 - maybe 5′7; so Agnarr had the height on him. The young man’s blue eyes kept locked on the Professor; his gaze flicking down to Francis’ hands. No lighter.. just his phone. As long as he isn’t holding the lighter - no fire, right? Agnarr reasoned internally.

“You burned my hair off, you fucking psycho,” Agnarr growled - making a wide gesture to his buzzed head. “All for.. what? A stupid suit that a pompous ass like you could buy ten times over? I don’t know when to quit? Yea, sure. I'll be damned before I act like one of those students that cowers from imperious fuckers like you.”

You Again? Francis & Agnarr

Francis was making his way out of the main building of the school, his bag over his shoulder, and his phone in his hand as he texted the real estate agent he was using to get the perfect building to use for his newest business idea. As he waited for her to type back he paused at the bottom of the steps, looking around the courtyard of the school, taking in the warm, humid air of the day, not feeling so much like fall, but knowing that Halloween was only days away put him in a good mood. Soon it would be winter, and Francis loved winter. It gave him an excuse to light fires in his fireplace and cozy up under thick sweaters and comfortable blankets. 

As he looked around he couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face as his eyes landed on the boy from the lounge a few nights before. He was walking with a much shorter blonde girl who smiled at him, kissed his cheek and then practically skipped off towards town. Francis looked back down at his phone as he began to text back, looking to get a showing settled for the business in question, not looking to start another fight with the boy who he’d given a pretty good warning too, but not able to keep the smirk off his face as he continued to walk. 

@agnarr-frey​

Agnarr had taken some time to enjoy the day with Angelonia. He’d started getting used to the short- or rather, shaved head look that he now had. As Angelonia kissed his cheek, the young man smiled and said his goodbyes to the sweet pixie before turning just slightly. Though the moment his eyes landed on Francis, he stopped dead in his tracks - the normal softness he had with Angelonia immediately gone as soon as he saw the man that had burned his hair off only a few nights prior.

A small voice in the back of Agnarr’s mind told him to just keep his mouth shut - to shut the fuck up and walk away. But that had never really been Agnarr’s style... so why start now?

Leaning on his crutch, the young man kept his piercing blue eyes locked on the Professor before snipping out a comment as Francis walked past him, just within earshot. “How’s the suit? I do hope it didn’t stain,” Agnarr said, the cold look on his face replaced with an almost smug smirk. Why he chose to pick a fight he internally knew he wouldn’t be able to win - he wasn’t entirely sure. But sure enough, a fight was just what he wanted.

Angelonia smiled when he held the flower crown out to her, taking it from him she put it on her head and smiled at him. “It looks good?” she questioned as she looked through her eyelashes at him, almost shyly. 

Sometimes it was just easier to change the subject than deal with the issues at hand. “I look pretty Agnarr?” 

Agnarr watched her for a moment, smiling softly as she took the flower crown and placed it atop her head. The young man’s flower-crown making skills could certainly use work but seeing Angelonia’s sweet grin - her almost shy look; Agnarr couldn’t shake the smile that drifted across his features. 

“You look.. beautiful, min kjærlighet,” Agnarr breathed out - not realizing in that moment that he had used the nickname he’d had for her from when they were together. His bright blue eyes watched her so gently; a softness in them that only seemed to come out when he was near the little pixie.

Wat relented on his opinion of Agnarr’s mobility for just a moment, but it was obvious he still didn’t agree. Whatever hang ups Agnarr had, whatever he was put through before, Wat didn’t see the need to take it out on a contraption so wonderful as the wheelchair.

“When I was mortal, they’d have chopped off your legs, and if you were strong enough to survive blood loss and gangue green– neither of which were at all thought to be treatable back then, by the way– you’d become a beggar in the street and hope people took pity on you. People in the middle ages would’ve murdered for a wheelchair.”

Wat stopped himself before he sounded any more like the old man he was, telling children to be grateful for the inventions they had. ‘Back in my day’ had more or less come out of his mouth. Speaking of marvelous inventions, however…

“However you manage, follow me. I’m treating you to a day out. Maybe loosen you up a bit. All that tension you constantly carry can’t be good for your over worked back.”

Agnarr cocked an eyebrow in response to Wat’s ‘back in my day speech’. Barely containing the eye roll and scoff that nearly escaped him as he leaned against the brick wall beside him and kept an untrusting gaze locked on the vampire in front of him. 

“Good for them. Unfortunately for you, we’re not back in your day, are we? Tell me; would you be so willing to throw yourself into a wheelchair if you’d been strapped to one for the better part of eleven years? Didn’t think so, igle,” he grumbled before eyeing the other warily once again.

“A day... out? Why would you do that? You hardly know me and we barely get along. What do you get out of it?” Agnarr questioned, brows narrowed as his eyes roamed over Wat slowly as if searching for some sort of weapon or punchline the vampire would pull on him the moment Agnarr let his careful guard down.

Samaea found it amusing to watch the boy. There was a form of deeper connection she felt, some proximity to him. Part of her could see him grow up under the same circumstances she did. This was a bold claim to make about someone she hardly met, assumptions solely based on looks. But the truth was, he did not look like other boys. Perhaps she could find out why. The other naturally would remain oblivious to these facts.

“Agnarr” She let the name roll off her tongue. It felt natural to her. Again, almost like he was one of her own. These were dangerous grounds. “I’m Samaea-Do”, she returned with complete honesty in return, revealing more than she had done ever before to people on this island. Funny, how looks could be deceiving. “Tell me what happened”

Agnarr watched her closely before nodding his head ever so slightly, offering that small gesture as greeting to the woman. “Samaea-Do..” He mumbled quietly, making a mental note of her face and rather unique name.

“What happened? Nothing happened - I was born like this. Some days are worse than others,” he grunted, giving the bare-minimum explanation. He had lived with his disorder his entire life and yet he still loathed talking about it. Agnarr hated the looks of pity, the judgement he received or felt he received when he explained it to people. And though it was more often than not the opposite, the young man did not open up easily.