#dryadologist

⊹pov: she's an emily wilde girl⊹

𝑰𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑼𝑺𝑼𝑨𝑳𝑳𝒀 𝑨 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑬, full of metal that stung her nose and made her eyes water. Tracking the book down to this world took far too much time for her liking, where magic danced in the air alongside the ferrous reek of humanity. Fairies lived here, their abodes laced between the warp and weft of the world, which meant her imperfect glamour was a liability.

Overlong fingers grasped the head of her ornate cane, while her uncanny, mirror-like eyes scanned the building before her. Human libraries, with their static halls, their nonexhaustive organization systems, were, at least, far from the worst place to find herself.

II Minor Details About The Muse– Ask Meme

OF THE FIVE SENSES. his strongest is by far his hearing. he’s usually the first person to respond to a sound and can even hear in a wider range than the average person. it’s the sense he uses the most during his heists. he thanks his hearing for the fact he has yet to be properly arrested.

while not one of the five senses, flynn also has ridiculously fast reflexes. typically not the strongest guy in a fight, he usually is the fastest. he uses it mostly to not get stuck in brawls in the first place. his first plan is always to run. while he is a decent fighter thanks to his reflexes, it’s always his last option. he has extremely good special awareness of the things around him no matter how new he is to the area. if anything he’s honed the skill by constantly putting himself into new areas with high risk. if he is lazy and doesn’t notice something or let it slide, it can mean life or death for him.  

side note: both his ears are pierced.

Left ear: simple gold hoop, ‘diamond’ stud

not only did he refuse to stop talking, oblivious or uncaring about her lack of enthusiasm, he also was chewing on something obnoxiously sweet, its thick, warm syrupy scent rousing her stomach, which now joined in the chorus, grumbling at her with equal persistence.

his ability to chatter on incessantly, she admitted begrudgingly to herself, nearly impressive. it was a talent completely foreign to her. by now, anyone else would’ve run out of steam, floundering for a topic, yet he shifted from topic to topic as if speaking to an unseen audience. if he didn’t make a point of dropping her name every few sentences, emily might have suspected there was another fairy lurking in the room. but as it was, it was just the two of them, and he was determined

well, so was she. with nary a glance to him, she closed the manuscript in front of her, and set to work her review for the west essex dryadologist journal.

nat has plot if you have coin!

hunting down a creature (for research purposes) teddy has a deep and sincere interest in magical creatures, and this interest has led him into some very odd places and many dangerous situations. while he's hunting down something he believes is responsible for a missing friend of his, he finds wendell, potentially looking for the same creature, or something close to it. the two team up, and discover what they're looking for is — a selkie. (perhaps not quite wendell's wheelhouse tho his experience in dealing with the supernatural is mmmore than welcome lol)

ah! a fucking dearg due!!! don't ask why teddy's in ireland he just is. he's there to dance probably. anyway — anaemia is on the rise in the irish town of waterford! cause, who fucking knows! people are dropping into dead faints everywhere, hospitals are reporting mass entries of bloodless looking individuals. teddy and wendell find themselves faced with a very beautiful woman who seems to be following them everywhere (ma'am please, they're busy making fun of england). one night, one of them wakes up in some kind of trance, leaving the other to stop them from running into constant danger (busy roads, deep water, etc) only to discover the woman, the dearg due, the red bloodsucker herself, to be the cause. dun dun dun.

__________♕  A    DARK    BROW    RISES    AT    THE    NEW    KNIGHT.    magic,    ancient    &&    storied,    buzzes    in    the    air.    like   calls   to   like    &&    he   is   certainly   an   oddity.    ❛  well   you   are   quite   far   from   home,    aren't   you    ??    ❜    merlin   may   serve   at   the   king's   command,    but   this   is   no   friendly   place   to   those   such   as   herself.    those    like    the    one    before    her.    ❛  what   business   do   the   fae   have   in   camelot    ??    ❜

emily doesn't respond right away. the only indication given that she's heard him is the split-second stilling of her writing hand as it endeavors to fill in the page of her journal with all the thoughts crowding her head. and then, after a beat, she lifts her head to regard her husband. "i suppose that's only wise and fair." all things considered. it's not that she goes out of her way to give wendell ( and everyone who cares about her ) any cause to fret and worry, but if she explains what she's about to do before she does them, she's entirely certain they'd insist on either stopping her or going with her, which would only impede her progress or worse, cease it entirely. unfortunately, there are situations that demand a certain amount of gatekeeping.

over the course of their knowing each other, emily's brain had produced a good number of peculiar and risky ideas. overwhelming evidence suggests that it all worked out in the end; all roads led to notable academic discoveries, the publication of two books and the near-completion of another ( with more to come, as soon as she's organized her notes ), and of course, wendell's reclamation of his kingdom, arduous and trying as a road as that might be.