little bo peep.

Frost, upon being touched, recoiled at her hand, before adjusting his coat.

“It is a work in progress, something I must work toward one day at a time.” He sniffed before continuing, “How much longer are you to take classes? Are you not nearly finished?”

Originally posted by nothingsgonnachangemyworld

“Oh, you know me. I hardly do much of anything.” Quentin smiled broadly— probably the most he’s smiled in recent memory. He’s been solitary for so long, it’s likely to be a new record. “What about you? How are things?”

Originally posted by thesexiestguysever

Frost rattled off the facts so obliquely, as if he was reading them off of the newspaper or providing the information in a telecast.

“My brother died several years ago and it has taken me quite some time to get past it.”

Originally posted by sherlockbbcgifs

In one frightening moment, Quentin shrunk into himself as he was suddenly spooked, soft slender hands poking into his sides without warning. Once he recognized the voice of who they belonged to, he gasped and turned around, wrapping his arms around her. “Bonnie!”

Originally posted by rotemlovett

Frost wasn’t entirely sure what to say to the girl, whether to tell her the truth or to send her just a snippet of it to scare her off. Truth to tell, it was a rather hellish experience.

“Psychotherapy isn’t entirely my cup of tea.”

Alright, give her a dollop of truth. All the more frightening.

Originally posted by silent-micka

Hearing the clandestine sound of a young woman clearly pleased to see him, it gave him slight pause. Seeing who it was, however, allowed him to revert into his usual surly self without much change.

“Good morning, Miss Pearce. You look well.”

Originally posted by cumbersnitchflabberbatch

Quentin walked into the main cafeteria and cocked his head. No familiar faces.. he was afraid of this, and a low fluttering sank in his heart. Now he has to start over..

Originally posted by amatubumitai

Professor Frost carefully carried his books from his car to the bustling campus. Frankly, one would say that his hiatus from teaching has been too short. He groaned internally upon hearing the clamor and laughter of students across the grounds.

Ah, joy.

Originally posted by whenisayrunrun

Is it possible to die of heat? Because I might be.

Please don’t die, Mar!