#marvoile

he was going to go back to boston today, he even told dion that last night. gave him a goodbye hug and everything. he was NOT going to stay in new haven, he had an overpriced apartment in back bay that got mice every winter because you can’t just fill water with mud, call it land and have people live there and not expect that to happen, boston. but that was what he said. he left the house to go to that le roque, deux place for coffee since apparently there were no dunkins in new haven (which was bound to happen the way that chain was a cancer in the northeast). however. however, what really happened was that both his car keys and car were gone and somehow dion was absent.

the prick.

so, he opened the Prick’s apartment door and called in, “dion, you’re an insane person and also wicked annoying--where the fuck are my keys? and my car?” he did hate how well he assimilated into bostonian life that he has the Accent, but that was an immortal life for you. he walked more into the giant ass condo and when he saw a figure on the couch, he paused and froze. he tensed up upon seeing the person, the one person he had been avoiding pretty well because. well. he fucked her entire life up.

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if he could, he would roll his eyes so much people would mistake him for a seer in the middle of a prophecy. he would have to double check with that one girl in slytherin if that was true or just dramatization. in this place---you could never tell. instead, what rufus did to his dear older sister was frown.

“most people would make fun of you for saying that,” rufus said finally but he knew that his sister sometimes put more exceptions on herself. “luckily, i’m hufflepuff so i guess that means something.”

Nathan looked at the other dragon in confusion. They clearly would use that particular metaphor in different ways. Was she one of those who saw some sort of poetic beauty in flowers? Oh, he’d have fun living with a romantic and Mr. family for hundreds of years on end for certain. 

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had he been doing that? perhaps. but after their disastrous reunion, he didn’t expect to run into her again so soon. maybe he spilled some coffee in his escape but he also did not hear her speak to him in this little french-esque coffee place. the poor girl behind the counter looked concerned for him.

but he did not hear any indication from elena that she was speaking to him until of course, she reprimanded him and dammit. wasn’t he past this? two thousand years ago that tone of voice would had frozen him. just as it did now. 

(he was not the type to think so much of the past, only sometimes when the mood struck him. he left that to dion and april for the most part.)

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he rolled his eyes as far as he could. that was better than just hexing his sister and running away before she could do anything about it, right? he sighed. she would run after him or worse---tell their mother. still. he was a petulant eleven year old and she was his (at the moment) annoying older sister.