#legendariia

       jo WINCED as james finished stitching her arm up. surveying the head of the sanctuary’s work. ❝ thank you, doctor watson. ❞ she offered him a kind smile and a squeeze to his hand. ❝ it happened so fast... i didn’t even notice i was bleeding until i got back. we have the abnormal contained now ? ❞ 

It had been a few years since the Incident, and things had fallen into a routine. Like how she opened Christmas by freezing the city fountains. Rather than afraid, the people of Arendelle had accepted their Ice Queen in stride; adoring of the frozen decorations and the very presence of the sisters after so long of them being closed behind gates.

Hands raising, the tingling in her fingers swept out into a flurry; freezing the two fountains in the square into the shape of intricate Christmas trees made of frozen snowflakes, earning claps and coos before the crowds broke again to talk amongst themselves. An eerie level of comfort with a monarch to someone outside of their own, she could have walked wherever she wished and be met with nothing but casual conversation and delighted children asking for small creations. Unlike anywhere else, even other worlds people may have accidentally slipped in from.

       catherine doesn’t pick favorites, but if she did, jane would be a big contender. she feels a sense of kinship with the other woman. she’s PROTECTIVE, like catherine, and way less scary than aragon. she notes the woman’s demeanor and plops down next to her with a gentle smile. ❝ penny for your thoughts, jane ? you look...contemplative. ❞

       you asked her to let you come with her, tricia reminded herself, but even so, it was strange to be back here. here, in this place, where she and those she was closest to built dreams together. dreams, it seemed, that had come true without it. a sort of MELANCHOLY PRIDE hit her. they’d done it, they’d actually done it: turned this place into a sanctuary. but she couldn’t help but be reminded of all that she’d missed and of the ghosts that lined these halls. 

       she startled slightly when she heard someone enter, letting out a breath when she took in his appearance. helen had told her what JAMES WATSON looked like, so she would know who to look for once she got there. this man seemed to fit the bill. ❝ doctor watson ! i’m...i came with helen. she’s just taking care of some business in town and sent me on ahead. i hope that’s alright. ❞

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[ @legendariia ]

A N X I E T Y .

Tap-Tap-Tapping fingers. Click-click-click-click-clicking pen.  Both legs  b o u n c i n g . Heaving a sigh. Suddenly standing. Pacing across the floor, one wall to the other and back again. Checking the time. Sitting down. Checking her email. Pacing some more. A continuous cycle until her anxiety is resolved.

F R U S T R A T I O N .

A spectacular scowl and furrowed brow. Slammed folders. Angry SIGHS. Crumpled papers. Agitated scribbling. Harsh and fast typing that sounds throughout the whole office for its ferocity. Pitched office supplies when no one is there to see, found across the room or under some furniture later.

M I S C H I E F .

@legendariia​ said: ‘ will you do me the honour of dancing with me? ’ james to jo tbhsm x

       she always felt SOMEWHAT OUT OF PLACE at staff parties. she worked hard to make sure she was fit for the field: exercised when she could, read up on all the science she could stand and then some, but so many of their coworkers had been a part of the sanctuary since they were young. hell, many of them were still young, as evidenced by how freely they cut loose on the dance floor. still, she was smiling as she watched them. rewarding as their work could be, it could also be stressful. she was glad to see everyone CUT LOOSE.