Ilya's drunk. Maybe a little too drunk. Maybe too hung up on Shane dating fucking Rose Landry. God dammit--why does he do this to himself?

[TXT Sasha]: i miss you sometimes.

[TXT Sasha]: especially right now

Elizabeth has become fond of the night time. She spends her days patiently waiting, observing Victor working himself into a frenzy before collapsing into slumber, exhausted. It is only then that she steals down the stairs, quietly slipping to the basement. She knows that Victor would not approve, she cannot stand the thought of his lecturing. He is wrong, shameful in his approach. It is impossible to get through to him.

❛ it’s the silence that scares me. ❜ (Aragorn for Halbarad) -✧- @withinycu

Halbarad stared out at the quiet lands before them, from where they kept watch in the darkness. It was a particularly silent night: no animals moving about or calling to one another, no orcs screeching, nor wolves howling. However, while this could be seen as peaceful, it probably meant some evil was brewing.

"You seem upset."

She left her hand hang at her side so that he might take it. She wanted him to. She wanted to squeeze his hand to assure him of things.

She never liked the Septs. The faith of the seven was something she could never understand. How did their gods see them? It was so stifling, so, she simply did not go. She wanted to go back to their home. Her gods could not see there either, but she loved the garden and the flowers that grew there.

Kings Landing was such a foreign place. A summons simply wasn't refused, especially when his father was hand to the king. She had only wanted to see the gardens, they said the weirwoods had been here once before they cut them down, blinding the gods.

At least a garden was natural in a place like this. She hadn't expected to come across Prince Rhaegar. The last she had seen of him was at the tourney at Harrenhal. He had named her the Queen of Love and Beauty.

She had thought that the end of it.

with a knowing smile on his lips, he looked at the woman beside him. she was young and pretty and - so far - appeared to possess the sort of temperament that did not strain his already limited patience for such soirées. " england is not too dreary for your taste, i hope, " he said. " i am sure new york has far more exciting diversions to offer... "

Pascal didn't make it a habit of being late. Especially not for something as important as his first impression on a new planet. But he was still figuring out the transportation systems on this planet. Namely: The Bus.

The Bus was confusing. You had to wait a long time for it, and, sometimes, you ended up on the wrong one! That was the case for Pascal. He'd sat on the same bus for about an hour before the driver had called back and asked him what his stop was. And then, Pascal had had to sit there while the driver laughed and told him that he was going the wrong direction.

So where Pascal should have been early for this meeting, he was, in fact, late.

❝ You are one of the Third Order’s hunters, I take it? ❞ 

Her eyes had been affixed on the weather-beaten statue that loomed in their midst, so eroded that she could not tell its exact origin or what exactly it was depicting, outside of something human in shape.  Nico turned to scrutinize the dhampir, though the apprehensiveness that briefly flickered on her features betrayed her. Over the centuries, the Third Order of Mihai and the Order of St. George had weathered quite a complicated relationship. The Eastern Catholic Church had always been in communion with Rome, but like their liturgies, their methods of dealing with the beasts of the night differed sharply. 

Sharpest of all was the partially-vampiric origins hunters of the Third Order of Mihai, something that often agitated of the exclusively-human hunters Order of St. George, even if plenty of other creatures orbited within their ancient church. As a result, outside of minor communication, those in Rome often left them alone, except when directly instructed. Nico had been lucky enough to experience one of those times. Folding her hands behind her back, she stood straight, tilting her chin up ever so slightly.