#heldwoven

HER BROWS WERE TIGHT, HER SHOULDERS tensed. Where her hand met the metal of the doorknob, ice spread — something that had been happening less and less. She hadn't even knocked before entering her sister's quarters, too caught up in the anxiety and panic swirling in her stomach to even think. ( were she in a better frame of mind, Elsa may have marvelled that her feet had carried her to Anna, and not to her own rooms to escape ).

As she charged in, her mind seemed to catch up to her body and she took an involuntary step backwards before steeling herself. They had promised. No more secrets.

While Shuichi knew about the Host Club, he hadn’t really visited it before.. Partially because of how intimidating it’d feel to be a room full of guys who are far richer and more elite than he probably ever could be, and, while he knows male guests are allowed, still felt that they probably would prefer to entertain female guests more often...

But today, he was going to see his friend, the only member he really knew from there: Haruhi. He heard the other members were busy right now, so it was only going to be him and them in the room, which made him feel a lot less nervous. He sometimes heard how delicious the tea and snacks are from there, which made him look forward to it. Once he approached the door to Music Room 3, he gives a few soft knocks. “Um, Haruhi? I-It’s me, Shuichi...”

He announces, before slowly opening the door and meekly stepping inside. As he walks towards them, he gasps in awe at the extravagant look of the room. “Ohhh...” Definitely fitting look for a club room full of elite people, save for Haruhi. He could already feel some nervousness building back up, anyway. Once he’s close enough, he gives a small bow of his head in greeting. “Hi... ah, th-thank you for inviting me. It really does look so fancy in here... I feel so unworthy! H-Hahaha... ah, I promise to be on my best behavior...! I know the other members are not in here right now, b-but I’d hate to make you look bad...”

@heldwoven​ asked: ❝  “ i’d like to hear your version. ” chloe @ eddie. / friendship maybe ?? yes or yes?  ❞ ( meme )

//YOUR MIND—

“My version?” Eddie had been waiting for the excuse. He reached into his pocket to grab his small, tattered notebook. He flipped through the book with an uncanny familiarity, grinning when he found the page he was looking for. He slammed the notebook down on the table facing Chloe, the pages of it curled.

“And that’s just what I’ve come up with over lunch.” He was looking rather proud of himself as he pointed to the scribbled, tiny notes around a sketch of a colossal, dragon-like creature. “Trust me, Hellfire has better campaigns than any of those other half-assed groups around here. This isn’t even the real boss—only campaign members are worthy of fighting the demon lord.”

it’s   the   tone   in   @heldwoven​​’s   voice   that   has   magnus   hesitating.   he   had   opened   the   door   with   a   flourish,   already   knowing   through   his   wards   that   it   was   clary   who   was   coming   and   that   she   was   alone.   the   chairman   had   protested   to   having   to   move   off   of   his   place   on   the   warlock’s   lap,   but   he   had   promised   sufficient   treats   later   for   the   error   of   his   ways.   he   could   have   used   magic   to   open   the   door   to   the   apartment,   but   something   hadn’t   felt   right.   usually   clary   would   have   a   whole   host   of   shadowhunters   with   her,   those   that   he   had   come   to   care   about   even   if   he   couldn’t   say   the   words.   the   blond,   isabelle,   her   friend   with   the   glasses,   alexander   even.   it   was   more   worrisome   than   not,   to   know   that   she   was   alone.   something   must   have   happened.   and   then   her   voice,   the   way   it   waivers   as   he   looks   at   her,   cat   eyes   meeting   her   own,   his   eyebrows   lift   up   in   concern.   “   come   in   biscuit,   you   don’t   need   an   invitation.   “   he   said   with   a   dramatic   roll   of   his   eyes,   shutting   the   door   with   a   flick   of   his   wrist.   

because   even   if   magnus   wanted   to   deny   it,   he   had   always   had   a   soft   spot   for   the   redheaded   girl   who   came   with   her   mother   to   have   her   memories   of   their   world   taken.   “   i   am   glad   to   see   you   without   the   rest   of   your   shadowhunter....   “   he   waved   his   hand   as   he   thought   for   the   correct   word.   instantly   two   martinis   appeared   on   the   coffee   table,   awaiting   them,   “   hoard.   i   hate   when   they   track   the   muck   into   my   humble   abode.   “   even   if   one   of   those   said   shadowhunters   was   magnus’   favorite   person,   and   boyfriend,   he   would   never   lose   an   opportunity   to   diss   the   nephilim   or   to   hopefully   make   clary   smile. 

In  the  midst  of  everything  occurring  in  her  season,  it  was  only  natural  for  Edwina  to  wish  for  friends  or  at  the  very  least  other  women  to  rely  on  when  suitors  were  not  at  the  forefront  of  her  mind.  It  felt  significant,  and  she  was  beginning  to  comprehend  its  importance  to  surviving  everything  that  had  so  far  been  thrown  her  way.  The  smile  that  has  made  its  way  onto  her  picturesque  features  is  one  that  is  buoyant  and  brimming  with  vitality,  and  for  a  fleeting  instant,  as  her  eyes  dart  between  the  other’s  finished  product  and  herself,  she  is  unable  to  contain  the  laugh  that  escapes  past  defences.  There  is  no  malice  on  her  part;  rather,  she  takes  a  step  back  to  observe  the  situation  in  greater  detail,  and  her  smile  quickly  transforms  into  a  playful  grin  as  her  attention  returns  to  the  other  woman.  ❛  It  looks  great!  Without  a  doubt,  what  matters  most  is  the  effort  that  was  put  in.  I  know  numerous  individuals  who  could  not  even  attempt  to  accomplish  that.  ❜

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