#gemmateague

    Thirteen years gate travel, stepping through a       wormhole that takes you from one planet to     another, spending hours in hyperspace going  at a speed invisible to the naked eye... and you'd  think she'd be a bit more graceful whilst walking.

               "Damn.                         Sorry -- sorry, my fault.                                                    Are you okay?"

There weren’t an overabundance of Moroi and dhampirs in Novosibirsk; the overwhelming number of Strigoi in the area tended to keep them away. That was what they had counted on—it was the main reason Abe had decided the outskirts of the city would be the safest place to hide away.

Normally Vika avoided going into the city altogether. She preferred to stay hidden away behind the warded walls of the enormous estate, but today she’d been forced  to venture out, needing to gather some things for Adrian so he could finish his latest painting. She had almost finished her shopping when  she spotted the girl, her senses instantly going on the alert. There was no mistaking what she was—the question was… why was she here.

But what to do? Did she pretend not to notice her and risk being followed home? Or confront the situation head on and try to determine if the girl was searching for the Queen?

Approaching her warily, Vika tried to force her lips up in an easy going smile. “Excuse me… it is none of my business… but must warn you—it’s really not safe for a young girl to wander the streets of this city alone.”

When she snaps-and she will; college is pressure- she'll end up killing someone. That someone will be her goddamn roommate who has, apparently, come to college solely for the "experimental" part of it. Which, Claire's not judging; to each her own, and if it's consensual and fun then why the hell not? Whatever. Roomie's got the God-given right to get her freak on, no argument there; what is not a God-given right is to do it in their room all the time. Which is why Claire spends a lot of time in the common room or the library. 

It is also why it's 2 am and Claire's doing laundry in the all night laundromat. She kind of expected it to be shadier than it is; the lights are bright and the washing machine is an almost comforting sound, and there's nobody here. If it was a Friday or Saturday night, she could probably expect drunken, pukey students. But in the middle of the week, there's only one other girl in here. It's starting to feel weird, not talking to her, like she's being rude or something, so she waits to catch the other's eye and then offers a smile.

♔ Out of all the ships that you have/have had with your muse, which one was the most unexpected?

munday- favorite word

Jealousy: My character gets jealous over yours. 

It seemed like from the moment she had been born her family had been ready to give her life to Gemma. Avery didn’t know what she had done that was so wrong, so terrible to be replaced but she wished she could take it all back. Maybe she had been born wrong and they had seen it. So they had Gemma to replace her. Of course they couldn’t get rid of their eldest child so they had told her she was to watch over her youngest sister, her only sister. 

It had worked for a while. Avery was eager to be a good big sister but as they got older and Gemma started to garner more attention Avery had started to become envious. First it was time, than it was toys, than it just started to be like everything. Those were easy things to get over and while things were at times strained she was close to Gemma. It was when she started to lose people that everything fell apart.

Their dad, the baby, and a part of her soul she couldn’t figure out how. Yet her sister got to keep her life, sure they had shared their father but Gemma seemed to be dealing so much better. Accepting life for what it was and Avery hated her for it. Why couldn’t she move past this, move past it all. So she did, she ran away leaving behind all those things that caused her pain. Until she was forced home.

Losing her Grams had been hard. But there was so much anger at the woman for the way she looked down on her. The two had drawn battle lines and it hadn’t ended until her death or after. For all the anger at her grams there was so much more at her sister. It wasn’t fair, not again. Their grams power, denied by their mother and stolen from her. Her sister had taken another thing that was supposed to be hers. Perfect Gemma Teague, with her heroics and good magic. Now she had her birth right. Gemma had her family, her life and she didn’t even want it.