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                    when michael died, star-studded, sga-president, football-captain micahel, alex ngata’s reputation changed overnight. some thought it was her fault -- if she’d been there at the lake with him, why hadn’t she jumped in and save him ?  couldn’t she SWIM ?  others just felt bad for her, but alex hardly preferred the pity to the resentment. the attention, along with  ( need it even be said ?? )  the GRIEF of losing a brother, was enough to crack anyone’s resolve, to destroy anyone’s motivation, to soil anyone’s morale.

                    at least, that’s what alex would say if anyone asked her why her grades had TANKED so badly in the weeks since the funeral. prior to michael’s death, she had effortlessly received As and high Bs, but in less than a month nearly all of her grades had dropped to Cs or lower. and she sincerely believed it wasn’t her fault -- her brain just REFUSED to work right in micahel’s absence. still, if she couldn’t get her grades up FAST, she would have to take ap world history again, and no, no way, that was NOT happening. aside from studying  ( which, again, no )  there was only one possible solution. 

           she pays no mind to the boy who enters the cab, eyes currently focused on the newspaper spread out in the passenger seat ( a newspaper with far sturdier reliability than the garbage known as the daily punctilio ), cap pulled low over her eyes. this is a means to an end, this endless ferrying about, with but one goal in mind: her children. one day someone with valid information will wander in her grasp, and then she will press and press until violet, klaus, and sunny are in her arms once again. ❛      where to?       ❜

Send me a ship, and I’ll reply with:

Who would throw the other in the pool: i can s ee a scenario,, i n which lem is trying to write a note,, & beatrice just,,, sh oves him in 

Who is the better carer when the other is sick: l emony o h m y wor d lis ten h e would,, dote on her & make su re her soup is hte perfect temperature  & recipe & every thin g

Who would force the other to do extreme sports with them: p oo r lemony just wants to re ad & write & get things Done &  beatri ce has to get him a ctive someho w

Who would cook the better romantic dinner: they p robably,, do restaurants more o ften than not,, 

Who would build the blanket fort in the living room: l emony p robably.   he finds,, comfort in it

Who would have the best holiday ideas: h onestly i feel like they don’t do holidays so m uch until,,, a fter the schism,, & there is so me down time,, to think  abt this

Who would need to clean out the other’s stuff to make room for their own: l emony,,, n ever clears her htings out,,,, not even the 200,,, as we see,,, he t akes everything with him,,, s o b eatrice,,, clears everything out,,, if u know,,, wh a t,,, i m ean,,, 

           ❛      magnus bane returns to london? oh be still my beating heart.       ❜ there’s a flirtatiousness that never fails to rear its head no matter the time. whether he is a young boy on the steps of the institute or a young man at the edge of a precipice in hamburg, there is always a proper time and place for wit and charm when faced with green gold cat eyes.