#magicstarved

@magicstarved​ asked: ❝ need a hand? i’ve got two. ❞ (from blue!)

“don’t mention it,” elijah grinned, also pouring himself a cup to boost him up for the rest of the night. “knighthood?” a pause hauled him back to memory lane, he supposed he’d been a little bit like that. servitude - laid his life for someone important. the whiff of kapeng barako brought him back to reality, “i’ve done my service.” his smile was abrupt. “i can tell, you’re about to bathe yourself with coffee. and is it your kid? little sister?”

             HE LOOKED GU-EN UP AND DOWN then back again, lips pursed. atop his shoulder, yon gave a shrill, indignant chirp. ❛ hakuryuu, one of your punches could kill me, regardless of the hand, so no. ❜ abi also took a STEP BACK, for good measure. he wasn’t scared of the white dragon hitting him despite the warning, but rather of his habit to enthusiastically wave his hands around. ❛ you and shuten GO AHEAD, i’ll step in if anyone still needs convincing after you two beasts put on a show. ❜ which, hopefully, wouldn’t be necessary at all. 

           ‘ MIKA CALEB, i swear on santa claus -- if you’re not in here and dressed in two minutes, we’re not going ! ’

     such a loud voice coming from such a tiny body. but it was evident from ava’s expression that she meant business. the carnival was in town and the little boy had pleaded for weeks for the three of them to go. there were a lot of reasons why the brunette had been hesitant -- it was a big expense to splurge on, it was rare that both she and dark had time off at the same time, the list went on and on. but who could look at that beautiful little blonde with his big old eyes and tell him no ?

     certainly not her.

     detecting the giggle from the little four-year old as he shuffled around their small room, ava glanced up from packing their lunch, tiredly gripping the edge of the worn counter as she turned to look at her best friend. brother, really. it had been over two decades since they both had found themselves in the foster system and the woman knew she was better for it. with a pleading expression, she set the pb&j sandwich back on the table.

           ‘ could you please wrangle him so i can finish these ? ’

              “ Cresswell, if you’d possessed any small fraction of patience in that body of yours, you would have realized I was well on my way to deliver your PRESENT before you so rudely barged in here. ” Of course, this is his home. But still, she could have been in her underthings, exposed for all to see! Audrey Rose would not have been surprised to find that his plan all along. 

She shoved the present behind her back, eyes narrowed at Thomas’ handsome features, and the humor that sparkled in his eyes like amber stars. She pretended not to notice the affection there, the admiration that often accompanied it, and FAILED MISERABLY, her heart warming like a hearth had stolen its place within her chest. 

“ Stop right there; we promised we would exchange presents amongst everyone else. ” She stood, planting both hands on her hips and ignoring how he tracked her movements and sent her blood pounding along the length of her body. It disturbed her how accustomed she was becoming to being unchaperoned in a room with him. Soon, they’d have to MARRY if Audrey Rose wanted to preserve any measure of her reputation. She quite liked being along with Thomas Cresswell, you see. It was quite the predicament. 

“ Unless... whatever is in that package better not be LECHEROUS to any degree, or God lend me mercy, Cresswell–– ” 

if this was ronan, there isn’t a more appropriate response than a rude gesture.

      but this is gansey, therefore this is a serious question. so maybe this was whether he’d seen any other ghosts apart from himself.

      “yeah.” he nodded tersely, arms closed in around himself like he was cold - which was probably laughable for someone dead. “not to spook your socks off, but there’s always a party some place somewhere. school’s not any better. it can be creepy in some corridors.”

Gansey mirrored Noah’s gesture and then nodded. “Wow, ya, that is creepy.” He hadn’t seen any ghosts, besides Noah and that felt more like an anomaly then a regular occurrence. Not that Noah was an anomaly, but the fact that he seemed so alive. 

       “Astrid, please.” He chided, but affectionately. “I’ve told you, cutting here,” in demonstration, he took his time palpating the pulse on the neck of this boy he was holding, drifted half an inch away from it and pierced the vein next to it. It was a clean incision, precise that it only stained the tips of his fingers. Blood blossomed from the wound, but didn’t spurt in heaps, which proved his point. “Bleeding will be slower, then you get to keep your toy for longer. But did you listen to your brother? No.”

       He wiped his hands clean on the boy’s clothes and gave him a gentle nudge towards Astrid’s throne, “Would you like this one then? He was fun,” a bored sigh tore out his lips, “But I’m done with him.”

      “That’s not the problem,” she huffed, the slightest irritation creeping into her voice as she watched her brother’s demonstration. “Cutting is your thing.” The smell of blood lures her closer and she swipes a finger across the boy’s skin, collecting a drop of blood on her finger before sticking it in her mouth. She can taste the power, perhaps the one that Athos has already carved onto his skin, or perhaps the boy’s own raw talent. “You know I prefer the whip and I didn’t mean to break him. I must have scratched him too hard.”