#seeksredempticn

Nadia shivered in the massive Hall even with an extra shift and two thick cloaks pulled tight about her shoulders. A fire roared in the hearth but the young woman hardly trusted her quivering knees to continue standing, let alone move across the room. Still, the Hall was a great improvement from the cramped, poorly enclosed wagon in which she’d made the journey from her father’s keep in the temperate, verdant South. 

“Do you feel comfortable...staying here?” There was just so much going on now, she felt the need to ask. Staying in America was a risk, but the same could be said for anywhere in the world at that moment. With the rise of nationalism, it would come back to bite both of them. “With me?” 

Also fuck it. @nosestealer I love this oc with all my heart like. Lou Ellen is such a fleshed out and well thought out OC?? like what do u mean she’s not in the pjao books? Ri.ck Ri.ordan wants what Tessa has 

Was it too early in the morning to plead the fifth on something? It was only eight o’clock, oh wait, it’s evening. Shit where’d the day go? Rogers gave him a side eyed look for a moment. Yeah, he didn’t want to answer that and reveal the truth. It would be the laser fiasco all over again, and he really didn’t want his acreage to turn into another demented rave. For the sake of his sanity, it would be better to skirt the question under the rug entirely. Nobody would find it there.“Have you seen where those things land in the first place? I believe the proper way to obtain it...as the children say, is to catch these hands.”

Luther and Diego just getting in fights ALL the time and that awkward tension that is Grace always taking Diego's side and Reginald taking Luther's... A House Divided

He was going to give himself whiplash here in a minute. He swore he saw another version of himself wandering through here earlier; of course there would be another Steve here. Course tracking the dude was going to be really fucking hard with all these people here and even using his sense of smell wasn’t going to be as helpful with the density of cologne he was smelling on some of the guests. Really, if his nose wasn’t in front of his wine glass he was liable to sneeze.  Rogers was trying to work his way through the ballroom and back to where her thought the other version of himself went. He just wanted to see the guy for himself; which the more he thought about it...the more creepy it sounded. Maybe he should just stick to some other part of the sanctum. This place was fucking huge anyway. He backtracked, huffed, and took another drink, busied himself with fixing his tie again for the sake of giving his hand something to do.  This time around he wasn’t in a hurry to get anywhere, which allowed him to spot...Wait, were they dressed as Chaplin? He made his way over to the other guest and took another drink before he spoke up. “So has anybody offered to get you two forks and some baked potatoes yet? Or has that joke already been done?”