#lady-archivist

Anyway hi I just wanted 2 let u know I was thinking of u

// Oh my god I must go into hiding for years now, change my name, move to... somewhere... I’ll figure it out at the airport it’s fine

Imitations II Accepting a few more!

Jim considers for a moment, before he smirks and runs over to recruit Toby and Claire’s help. With them crouched behind him in a line, holding their hands out like spider legs, Jim stifles a laugh and places one of his hands in front of his face, to imitate the archivist’s signature veil. “Hi, I’m Ruby. I can be a little bit scary sometimes, but it’s just a cover for how actually really cool and smart I am. I’m also really nice secretly, and help tons of people, even if I’d never admit it because I’m too proud. I deserve all kinds of good things and love, even I don’t always tell myself that. 

// Hi you're a treasure

So Chomp and Stomp are twins, and do not understand at all why someone would get her twin mixed up with Gus or William; first of all, those are boys, and they are very clearly dignified ladies, but second of all, heywaitwhereareyougoing

They do not currently wear bowties, but they would definitely rock them, if given them! (Be warned though; if you give them something you won't get it back. They belong on their own episode of fantasy!Hoarders)

Next is Gus! Gus has the energy of an ancient and chaotic eldritch entity, all crammed into a tiny little goblin body; they man the canons at every chance they get, and are in love with the sound of the boom they make

Skrael stares in barely concealed wonderment at the food, hands arranged as Jane had so diligently instructed. "And the mechanism by which it glows... you are certain it's safe for consumption?"

He doesn't want to admit that he's impressed by some mundane trick of the light, but that humans could do something with food ingredients that he knew only how to do with magic... there was something nigh alarming about it at first. But, since he was also very dutifully trying to give humans another chance...

Soft Angst II Accepting

He isn't sure what it is that does it, or, he pretends that he isn't. Facing the raw emotion that she inspires in his chest is something that makes him want to look away, makes him want to hide.

Because, perhaps it's the way that her eyes are so honest, so unabashedly open and trusting. Perhaps it's the way that this girl is so young, but wiser than she ever should have had to be. He tries not to think on... curses, on... the weight of living as a child for centuries. He is not wholly successful.

Deep down, though, he knows that it's her conviction, that she truly believes the statement that she's just made; for, he wants it to be true. He wants to know that there is someone out there, anyone at all, whom he has not hurt, not once, nor will ever.

Blinking back the snow that gathers on his eyelashes, he reaches both of his arms out for a hug, one which will, should it be accepted, envelop the girl in his arms, and hold her near and gentle to his heart. "Dearest Jane, I cannot tell you how much of a joy it is to hear that."

Jane has fallen asleep on Skrael’s cape. He is, unfortunately, trap’t

Skrael was in the middle of reading to the girl, when he noticed the way her breath had evened out, the way she'd stopped giggling when he did silly voices, and with a glance down to where she was lying, he confirmed that she was, in fact, asleep.

Content, he shut the book with a knowing smile, and started to try and stand-- only to feel resistance, a tug on his cloak.

Thinking Jane may have awoken, Skrael froze, and turned back to her, to see if she needed anything, but...

Oh.

He saw what had happened, now.

Pondering for a moment this newfound predicament, he wondered briefly if he'd be able to extract himself from it, but, in favor of not wanting to risk waking the girl, he decided to cut his losses, and stay.

His work would go neglected for a few hours, it seemed, but, well. Was not part of watching over the world's balance also keeping watch over magical beings? Jane was under the protection of the Arcane Order; she was just as important to the balance as any other thread which held it aloft.

Jim's nose briefly scrunched up in surprise. As he blinked his eyes back open, he tried to see what Jane had stuck there, going a bit cross-eyed in the process. Getting dizzy after a moment too long, he shook his head with a laugh and went to go look at it in the mirror, instead.