#edenslostwallflower

“Sit.” Ravus had ordered as soon as Leanna had been allowed entrance to the pristine room in which he liked to receive visits.

It was white and impersonal, sporting the colors of Niflheim in an absolute reminder of who Ravus now was, and who he now served. Who he planned to usurp, someday, if that was what it took to protect Lunafreya.

It was a cold room, but the chairs were comfy and Ravus himself was sitting on the one behind a long wooden table, back completely straight and posture only apparently serene.

The day felt busier than usual, Rita realized, running back and forth between meetings since she’d arrived in the morning. At some point she realized that she needed the intrarail files and those...well, those were on her desk, so she made quick work to race there only to find Leanna. But Leanna seemed fixated on a small, well worn note...one whose contents Rita had memorized by heart, now.

Robert Spencer

6’0”, blond hair, gray eyes, clean shaven beard, unkempt

Last known address: 314 N. Reactor Pl., Sector 4

Last known address: Sector 6 underplate

Last known address: Sector 7 underplate

Current: unknown. 

Potential Contacts:

Sam - Says he thinks he knows who I’m talking about, wants to talk more over drinks NOT HELPFUL

Johnny - Provides regular reports on supposed sightings, but nothing useful thus far

Merle - will keep in touch, but not optimistic; recommended I speak with bartender of “Seventh Heaven”

The text continued onto the back of the page, but before Leanna could turn it over, Rita gently stalled her. “I would prefer you not read all of that,” she keeps her tone light to convey that no real damage has been done, but Rita can’t deny her pulse beats quickly. There are some contacts Leanna--and Reeve--should not know about. With a tender tug she pulls the note from Leanna’s grasp. 

“I have no problem telling you about it, however.” Rita pocketed the note. “It’s a quick-reference of a larger dossier I’ve compiled--on my father. After my mother died, he...was in a bad spot. So my grandfather adopted me. We tried to get my dad help, but…” Rita sighed. Ultimately, her father never learned to help himself. “I lost track of him a while ago. I know he’s homeless, probably living undercity, and probably drunk. But... I still need to know. So I’ve been looking.”

There was one particular spot near the windows that had an optimal view of looking over the city. Due to the construction of the building, there were often large pipes or other such  obstructions, but from here she could see some of the life going on outside. Cars, people, all going about their daily lives while those within the building worked hard to make sure everything out there was always running smoothly.

  Being what she was, she hardly needed to be seated at her computer in order to get work done. Nor did she need to be glued to the telephone. Paging her was as simple as a button press and she received the alert, no matter where she was in the building. Promptly leaving her viewing spot, she crossed the length of the department floor, passing by occupied desks and other workers, headed straight to the Director’s office.

  Upon arriving, she quietly opened the door and stepped inside, standing with attentiveness a short distance from his desk. “Yes, sir?”

As soon as she entered the office his eyes left the report they’d been glued to, this one dealing with the restoration of an old temple, and he gestured towards the one free chair.

“Please take a seat, Leanna.” He asked her, neatly setting the report over a stack of papers that had once been neatly ordered, but were now somewhat disheveled due to much searching and fact checking. That pile and its newest member, however, could wait, and so the Director’s attention was on the girl, his eyes polite and rather affable, yet nevertheless distant.

“Unlike many of your co-workers,” he began, sitting back on his chair “you must be aware by now that your training has been remarkably short.” And they both knew the reasons why. “Do you think you are doing well in current position?”

@edenslostwallflower​ said:

🍪🍪🍪ﾉ(° -°ﾉ) I couldn’t find any microchips, so please accept these cookies instead.

Connor cocked his head to the side. Furrowing his brows, he took the cookies with a strong assessment for being unable to consume. “While I appreciate the gesture, I will have to hand deliver these to my partner. Despite the fact Lt. Anderson should not be indulging in sweets and needs to go on a proper diet... he will appreciate these.” 

brushing loose hair behind your lover's ear

the gentle tenderness and care... deep yearning from the barest brush of skin... wanting to ask for more but being unsure... you spend a lot of time worrying about whether or not you will find love, and sometimes aren’t even sure if romance is something worth pursuing. 

you have spent so long being on your own, you simply struggle to picture yourself beside another person. perhaps you even secretly worry that you are too much for another person. 

it it important to not think of yourself as someone unlovable, as you are just as deserving of romance as any. however, it is also important to not place your value on relationships; you are a complete person on your own.

Tagged by: @edenslostwallflower​ - why hello! Thank you :) Feel free to poke me btw, I’m happily pokable for Reeve related OCs! 

Anxious Munday Meme!

First question answered, but I’m gonna add that they shouldn’t be scared of me because I’m a whiny baby who sits on the computer all day.

I don’t know if I get the question correctly, but there is no real way to do it? I mean if I’m not comfortable with our conversation, I’m gonna give you short answers and might just not answer at some point because I’m uncomfortable. But if you pick up that this might be the case of our conversation, change the subject.

It was a bit unsettling at first to see her standing so impossibly still. But her pose, her awe becomes much more understandable with her explanation.