#solarardency

KLAUS glanced over at her, hearing Hope’s question. A frown creased his expression momentarily, but he nodded. “Advice on what, Hope?” he asked, hoping she’d clarify the matter. It could be anything, but he knew he’d offer her what wisdom he possessed. 

       Kissing Lizzie had not been an action she had thought much on: in fact it was quite the opposite. Hope hadn’t even been thinking when she’d lip locked Lizzie in the middle of whatever it had been that Lizzie was saying to her. Hope couldn’t even remember what they were talking about, completely sidetracked by the feel of Lizzie’s lips on her. Something clicked, however, that she’d just kissed Lizzie Saltzman, and she pulled back. “Sorry...”

It just...hurts. Everyone has a loyal familiar except Lilith. This needs rectifying. 

If there was one thing that Jeremy understood better than anyone else, it was emotional outbursts - he’d had his struggle with his fair share of them for just about his entire life, had kept a lid wedged tight on it for as long as he could remember, keeping his composure around other people when he wanted nothing more than to lash out and cause pain. But because of that, he could only guess that he wasn’t quite the most sympathetic person available for Hope - he’d kept it all locked in, had only actually cracked a handful of times, even when he was a kid, so it didn’t seem quite as hard as it should have for him. His job, however, meant that he was supposed to help. In any way he could. “I know that,” he said finally, shoulder leaning against the wall as he watched the girl carefully, a faint crease forming between his eyebrows. “But, unfortunately, the nature of being powerful...” He gestured towards her, and the fact that they both knew she was the most powerful at the school. “Is that sometimes, our outbursts have harder consequences than the average teenager. We have to do our best to keep a handle on them, because where... A normal teenage girl might punch a hole through a wall in her outburst, you... Might level a building. And I don’t hold that against you, and you’re not in trouble. It just means, it tells me- that we need to work harder at helping you get a handle on it, so it hopefully won’t happen again.”

“Look kid, I have no idea who you are why you would think it was a good move to pretend to be part of my family and weave my brothers into your crazy story, but seeing as you’re a kid I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and let you leave of your own accord, pretty sure if I had a niece I wouldn’t be so quick to forget her”

@solarardency​ // liked for valentine’s day things

"I'm sorry, dear." Agatha said with a low, level voice. "I didn't mean to frightening you, but I had no other means of contact and figured I'd just-- pop up!"

     They’d been spending the afternoon in the Salvatore Boarding School’s yard, and despite not having magic to her exposal ( still prefering to be without it, so she can’t be tempted to the worst parts of herself ) she had placed a blanket on the grass, before laying down on it comfortably. She wasn’t sure if this could be considered a DATE, perhaps.. perhaps if either of them saw it as such it could be seen as one. It felt like one, too, the way they eased in conversation and felt comfortable around each other. While speaking, or in this case listening, to the tribrid she woved the flowers together into a crown. It’s only once she finished, that she leant closer to the tribrid and placed it ontop of her head. A gentle smile, it looked ridiculous maybe.. but somehow Hope made it look beautiful. Like she does with everything.