#toerr

           As soon as he hears Viktor’s voice in the hallway, a cold dread settles upon him. Frowning, he casts a glance at a peacefully sleeping Otabek before quietly scrambling up and heading towards the door, leaving Adiya to tend to her brother. 

           “The fuck are you doing here?” He demands, closing the door behind himself. Really, he doesn’t have to ask. He knows Yakov’s behind this little unexpected visit. It makes his blood boil, or as much as it can boil at the moment. At eighteen, he feels as if he doesn’t need a babysitter. “He doesn’t want visitors. You’re wasting your time. Go.”

Any Quinn past s1 canon is just cruel anyway so I mean

he’s puzzling,  to say the least.  the  HUMAN  boy who never aged,  who flew on  pixie dust  and  collected orphaned boys.  but whenever he visits the  lagoon  he always comes with  STORIES,  tales of  grandeur  and  embellishments.   but she   always  listens.  she can’t help it.  he knows how much she loves to hear them.       ❛     back again are we,  pan ?    ❜

it’s been  YEARS  since she’s seen a sailboat this close up  —-  or any boat,  really.  not after her father locked theirs up in the old boat house and threw away the key.  equal parts bitter and guilt-ridden,  she supposes.   but she’s always loved the water,  longed to chase the line where the sky kissed the waves.   if he has his way,  she never will. but  …  her father isn’t here.  and when she catches sight of the boat from the hill there’s nothing to stop her feet from carrying her down to it.   when charlie stumbles upon her,  she feels like a criminal.      ❛     is — this is your boat, isn’t it ? sorry, i just … i saw it when i was walking by and  —  i just haven’t been this close to one in years.    ❜

❛     i   ---   i don’t know,  jim,  i  ...    ❜       he offers to take her  FLYING.   some pipe dream of hers she’s been a touch too hesitant to ever ask for. she wants to go, would  LOVE   to,   in all honesty.   she possesses an  INEXPLICABLE   and very nearly  deafening  cry for something more than the  ORDINARY  she finds herself in,  some unfed wanderlust that dares her to sprout wings sooner than return to the ocean floor.  she’s seem him do it a thousand times on that board of his  (  in truth, she still isn’t completely sure how it works  ).   she smirks, bolder than she’d been before.      ❛     you won’t drop me, will you ?    ❜

( text message to : brody ) good morning <3( test message to : brody ) wait —- you woke up at 6am just to send me a good morning text ? ( test message to : brody ) talk about actual boyfriend goals.