#justskipper

Agreeing to the first sanctioned dream-meeting with Elegy was... awkward. Embarrassing. Aletta had recovered from the initial conversation enough to be smiley about it, but internally, she could not shake the uncomfortable sensation of being seen. Skipper was insightful. He could not possibly be ignorant to how much Elegy had come to mean to Aletta, what all of her effort was amounting to... She wasn't ready to lose that privacy.

It wasn't shame. There were just so many variables, so many paths to heartbreak. She didn't want people to pity her.

She wanted to know if Elegy felt the same; but she also just wanted to spend time together. So many weeks had gone by trapped underneath storm clouds. This felt like a new chapter and she was tired of sad beginnings.

Since when did he care about social media notifications of all things? He didn’t. But his heart still sped up when he saw this one.

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Shit. What could it mean? Did it even have to mean anything? It’s just a ‘like’. He throws those around to plenty of people all the time. Still, his thumb hovered over Fumblr’s terrible instant messenger for a moment before...falling away. Bad idea. 

Elliott sat back and ran a hand through his hair, undoing a bun as tightly wound as himself. He expected to be bothered after his chat with Skipper in the snow but this was getting silly. He knew why. Aside from the realization of his feelings, it planted a seed of hope in him. 

And hope was a dangerous thing. 

Noemi was trying to take Pepper's advice. Taking a few days off, not burying herself in work. Giving herself time to process. Everything. The immediate result had been that disturbing dream last night. Not the best start, but she supposed she'd have to deal with those feelings sooner or later.

Right now, she was just giving her brain some time off, browsing the historical fiction shelf at Book & Cranny, and enjoying the smells coming from the in-store coffee shop.

She would probably make a stop there before she left. Maybe sit and read a while. She'd had to abandon all her usual cafe haunts, afraid to run into any of her former friends. The masquerade had been awkward enough.

Susette wanted to do this right. She had set up the appointment through official channels, confirming a time that would work best for Mr. Davis--so long as there was a time chosen. And, in the lead up, she had done her research. She knew who was likely to be there with him thanks to Mr. Davis’s obvious fawning. It didn’t take too much effort to find the file on that one, either.

A sticky situation. One she could hopefully improve--or at least not make worse. Considering what they’d been through, it was an impossibly tall order.

i see now. this was the plan >all along<. you cannot be trusted. top conspirator.

don’t worry i’ve trained for this ever since you told me about spirited englishwomen fleeing into the wilds of scotland. though you might feel spirited one day. can’t be too careful.

thanks. it’s been rough since five minutes ago when i saw my partners livestreaming getting lost on social media

@justskipper @nightshft

You’re right, I should never doubt you two. I will be waiting for my chauffeur to desserts pls and thank you

@epicgarmrmoment

🌾 - GOD THIS IS SO HARD. 

What’s drawn people to Bishop in his past is his overwhelming gentleness. He really has a soothing presence. 

🌼 -  Embarrassing, but Brook is Bishop’s best friend and his family. She hasn’t been around for as long as he has, but she’s been a constant presence in his life for a very very very long time. Unlike most souls, she’s content to stick around with Bishop instead of moving on. 

He doesn’t have a lot of requirements when it comes to friends or partners, it’s pretty easy for him to find beauty or companionship in almost anyone. What’s most important to him in a romantic partner, though, would be knowing that they’re serious in their affections and plan on sticking around for a while. 

🌺 - Despite being Sibyl, Bishop doesn’t dream often. He feels like it’s too risky. He rarely feels the need to sleep, being dead and all that, but occasionally he needs to recharge (in a way). During those times he will actively use whatever he can to keep himself from dreaming, usually some form of magic sleep tea or something. He’s afraid that projecting or dreaming would dislodge his soul from his body to a degree that he wouldn’t be able to fix. 

In the rare occasions that he does have a nightmare, they shake him up pretty bad. He’s seen plenty of terrible things to inspire them, and he’s watched family and friends fall asleep only to never wake up. One of his greatest fears is being caught in a nightmare forever, unable to come back to his body. That, or joining the endless sea of souls that he could feel blink out of existence when Vampiru fell.