#fluoresnow

Joey tended to do a lot of stupid things with no logical reasoning behind them. Trying to egg him on and on to pay attention to him while he was working-- or that one time that he asked to make a machine jump to see if it could for a long day in bed. Joseph Flores was audacious in every sense of the word. Calling him ludicrous would also not be that far off. Especially when it came to how he was trying to distract her from driving the Bostonius. They were many, many feet in the air and had been for hours. Des knew that Joey was susceptible to boredom, but his words and his behavior were completely asinine. Did he want to die just because he had nothing better to do than to flirt with her? She let out a very annoyed scoff as her eyes remained fixed on the airspace ahead from underneath her mask.

Salem does his best to regain some composure, clearing his throat and straightening out his vest. “Oh! Of course- right! Yes, welcome to the Cozy Nook Library. I'm the owner, Salem Drake.”

There were scarce things to do within the Bostonius while it was parked on the outer edge of Phong Gi. There was no need for takeoff soon, given they were still attempting to find ways to win back the Azran egg from the village leader. They'd spent the day exploring the settlement and the nearby regions as well, which had undoubtedly drained the investigating party of most of their energy. Not enough so to retire them all to their beds, but to take it easy for the rest of the night. Layton, Luke, Emmy, and Aurora wanted to explore the town further, given the opportunity to, to find out what else there was that the town provided. That saved Sycamore and Joey to attend to their own devices. She'd generously gotten around some alcohol now that the children were gone, save the brand new bottle of red wine for herself. With their drinks situated, they first began talking about the current situation with the egg, which ended up spiraling into the professor's long rant about the Azran Civilization in its entirety. Both of them sat on the plush, red couch that was littered in purple cat hair (try as Raymond might, Keats would continue to shed all over the place), but neither of them paid it any mind. Their faces, especially their eyes, somehow seemed locked into each other's gazes. Sycamore had started wrapping up a point she was making about Misthallery's Garden of Healing, speaking of how ridiculous it felt to her that something of such significant importance was discovered... in the middle of a random town. They took a breath after blowing off that batch of steam, and then sighed the rest of it out. Their red eyes closed as they did so, and when they opened, they noticed that Joey had put his arm up top the back of the couch. It ran past their head, and they noticed that he'd inched closer, too. And then Joey spoke. And then their entire face went red. They almost dropped the wine glass in their hand as they gawked back at him.

For one thing, Des would've assumed that Joey would appreciate them coming all this way out to see him. Sure, he didn't ask for them to visit, nor was he informed by it, yet they dolled themself up as Professor Desmond Sycamore for him anyways. Despite the chapter involving the Azran Civilization having come to a close a small while prior, that didn't exactly remove the long list of crimes one Jean Descole committed. It should've been common sense that whatever idea of domesticity Joey had for the two of them, their public appearances would have to involve the archaeology professor. This included a typical Friday afternoon, washing up Joey's car to get it ready for the weekend. The wash job wasn't shabby, and for the most part, the two of them had been cleaning together quite well. It made his mind wander to pondering whatever plans Joey had for him that weekend. Where would they go...?

the aforementioned other one .. hjsdjs

My muse: Des

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Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

i'd say we've done enough plotting for it to be pre-established yeah djfdjfdkj

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

agh, aghh , /pos oh maybe u are right maybe they also make Me ill. they can and maybe should do all of these. maybe. she care for her snowstorm <3

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

i think they deserve to have 80 million angst threads but then one wholesome one. im just kidding they can have it all they DESERVE IT

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My muses: Professor Hershel Layton

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keep giving me all the snowy lore forever and ever

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whichever is fine! i think either or relatively works for both of them so the specifics aren't a problem to me

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

i will not lie they are kind of so oomfs to me and also because The Other One starts growling. you know who

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

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“Are you a sorcerer, or a party entertainer?”

‘Party entertainer’ was the last thing Salem expected to be labeled as when performing his magic. It almost felt insulting to a mage of such talent…almost.

The library had been closed for the day, allowing Salem to begin reorganizing shelves. Levitation was the easiest way to accomplish this- biographies over there, geography on that shelf, thriller novels on this side. Books hover and circulate around him in a cyclone of paper and ink as he conducts their movements like a maestro. Of course, being so enraptured in his little spellwork, it was easy to neglect the simplest of errors. 

Like actually making sure the doors were locked. They weren't.

“WHAT THE-?” The sudden question of a stranger brings Salem back into reality. Novels and stories plummet and thud on the carpeted floor around his feet. Startled, emerald eyes meet icy cerulean.

Oh, how screwed he was.

Now this, whatever this was, entertained Descole immensely. All the reactions from his companions following his reveal were their own, different kinds of amusing, but the thespian found pride in how broken up Joey had gotten over it. As if his heart had been shred into microscopic pieces, all his thoughts and feelings crushed into ash. Couldn't he have kept that previously-proposed suspicion? It would've done him many wonders. And wouldn't have made him such an easy target to torment. They'd been making their rounds per usual -- it was common procedure to keep an eye on those in which they'd interacted for a long duration of time -- but seeing Joey pent up in his home, trying to rid himself of the ghosts that haunted him, allured the thespian. They couldn't keep themself away; they had to see what he would say, what he would do upon another grade entrance from Jean Descole. This wasn't the sort of usual tactic, but Descole was rather unusual. So was Joey, as his words sounded as though they were spilling from his heart. How funny.