#hope this is ok...))

BAM

The sound of the large, wooden door of the dining hall as Eve slammed it shut was satisfying, but it wasn’t enough to cool her temper. She leaned against the door and took a deep breath.

She had finally had enough of trying to reason with her teammates and stormed out. It wasn’t worth sticking around and being told to ‘chill out and have some fun’ for the hundredth time. She didn’t work so hard to come to Beacon just to goof off. They needed to start taking their time here seriously – they needed to start taking her seriously. Eve tried to remind herself that it was only the very beginning, but she didn’t know how to lead people who always brushed her off.

‘How am I supposed to deal with these… BOYS!?’ she thought, gritting her teeth. Then another thought hit her, ‘Maybe they brush me off because they’re better fighters...’  Which was true – while Eve was no pushover, they were doing much better in combat classes. If that were the case, was this a matter of respect? She knew Xavi respected her, but maybe that’s why the other two never seemed to listen.

Eve scrubbed her face with her palms to dispel her thoughts. She’d only just re-convinced herself that she belonged here and didn’t want to go down that road again.

“Cowboy...Do you really think they will just welcome me in? Do you not realize my past?” She was worried, her emotions still overwhelmed her at times. The past still haunting and seeping into the now. She still could see the ghosts of the past time to time. 

The door was ajar and the candle that burned in his master's office was barely a light in the distance that served as a reference not to trip while the Easterling walked through one of the many corridors of Barad Himring. Trying not to make noise, Margöz looked through the slit and saw that his master was still awake, looking through the window, where a black cloud of ash covered the northern sky. The Baradhrim cleared his throat trying to get his master to listen to him, so as not to take him off guard, but the tall, red-haired Noldo did not seem to have heard him, perhaps because he was so absorbed in his thoughts.

         ❝ --- it’s as simple as a brush of fingers, a flick of the wrist. ❞ it takes a careful, clever hand to get away with everything he finds himself swiping. this time? a lovely, eye-catching rolex, dropped into his breast pocket, patted affectionately. proudly. what a contented little smile on his lips. ❝ now, if only he’d stuck around longer. ❞ then he could have gotten the man’s wallet, as well.

She of all people didn’t expect to be invited to an overwatch event. Of course they wanted a few celebrities there. She mingled around the room. She knew a few others in the room.