#vrake

Happy birthday to @vrake, my twin in name, mood and soul. I am always so very grateful for your presence in my life, the steadfast loyalty you give to me, and the ability to just exist with you without pressure or stress. I wanted to grab this commission of our babies because you deserve to smile every day, but especially on your birthday. I hope you have a spectacular day and are able to enjoy yourself.

@vrake​ said: ❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜ (Harry to Hermione) SOFT AND SWEET SENTENCE STARTERS | ACCEPTING

No one was okay these days. Looking for the horcruxes, trying to find a way to destroy them... it was EXHAUSTING. And they didn’t have much time to do so, because Voldemort and his Death Eaters kept killing people. It would only become worse and worse if they didn’t quickly deal with him.

@vrake​ ; ᴄʜᴇʀʏʟ ʙʟᴏꜱꜱᴏᴍ & ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴇ ᴀɴᴅʀᴇᴡꜱ.

there was immediate laughter,           light in cadence and bright in tone. river’s head ducked briefly with his chuckles, and he kept his gaze lowered to get a better look at the slippers in question. “you know what, i think you’re right,” he concluded in jest, though his tone was characteristically still warm even in his teasing. river looked back up to her, a little twinkle still in his eyes and his lips still lifted in a bright little smile, though there was undeniable sincerity in his tone as he spoke again; while it could have easily come off as less-than-kind teasing from someone else, river had a way of making things that may have seemed like that on paper sound like a complete compliment: “i can’t think of anyone who could pull them off better.” a testament to josie’s unfailing compassion and characteristic sweet and gentle nature, perhaps.

            Awkward. She rocked back on her heels, but didn’t even try to pretend that she hadn’t been staring. Since the whole.. change, she’d been able to pick up on things here and there. One of those was magic. But it wasn’t obvious on her-- Just like it wasn’t exactly obvious on her dorm mate, either. And she got the sense that going around and asking people what kind of creature they were was kind of .. uncouth. Doubly so when she was trying to hide herself. Still, she remembered the few moments when she went into town with her mother to pick up supplies and how the both of them could tell that there was another werewolf around ( usually it was only the one elderly man carving wooden figurines on the porch of the general store, but-- still, they just seemed to know with no confirmation. )

Codie sucked in a breath and decided ( in that split second of hesitation ) that she was just going to roll with it. Fuck it, she stared. At the very least, she could play it off as being shocked by Jordan’s sense of style. Which, really, was kind of unusual for her to see anyways. The few people she’d been around dressed for practicality, not.. whatever that was. “My bad!” The words rolled off her tongue with ease, and made no attempt to tame her own wild accent. 

The whispers are quiet today, which would be more suspicious if she hadn’t been waiting for this day for several months now. Hope remembers the first night her name appeared in her mind, like a warm breeze over the bayou, barely scratching the surface of her consciousness. Alice. A nice name, a bit old-fashioned if anything, yet something tells her that the girl she is waiting for is anything but. The Ancestors warn her that it will take time, and it tries her patience. She has never trusted them, even after they cowered before her power. The relationship is tenuous at best, but still useful, at least for now.

The two years since the Hollow melded with her soul were filled with tentative stops and starts. While Hope insisted that she didn’t much care for the squabbles between factions, she doesn’t blame them for not trusting her word. After all, she is a Mikaelson. She doesn’t blink when she feels the vampire cross her wards.

The dining table is piled high with various baked goods, as well as several goblets of blood for her guest. Her boots are kicked up on the edge of the table as she sits and waits for the door to arrive. Her guards know that she is not to be disturbed, even by her family. Today is too important for them all.