scribbles of a mad woman.

That was it. That was the moment he could have kissed her. Any romantic or sexual tension he was feeling between them could have slipped away if he just kissed her while she was in his arms. Instead though? He chuckled awkwardly and nodded, “Guess so,” He said quietly, not really sure what else to say. He didn’t mind being in the friend zone or so he tried to convince himself. At least he still had her, “Poison me huh? Should I be concerned?” He asked in a teasing tone before shaking his head, “We’re not kids anymore,” He pointed out, “But okay, yeah, I think of sex sometimes but not all the time and I don’t know about aching,” He added. Maybe he just didn’t want Vic to think of him that way. Only because if when he ever did kiss, he wanted her to know it was real, “Dora,” He repeated with a soft smile, “Yeah, it’s beautiful. I imagine another Edward would need to come in somewhere. Maybe go by Ed instead so there is less confusion,” He joked. He looked back at her, noticing the way she chewed on the inside of her cheek and he reached out to touch that cheek as if that would stop her. He carressed her face and let his thumb wrong along her cheekbone, “You’re gonna be a great mum too,” He replied.

“possibly about your future but at this exact moment i think you’ll be okay.” she replied, nudging him with her elbow. “relax up - i’m just shit stirring i’m not going to kill you in cold blood.” she rolled her eyes though a wide grin took up her face. “exactly - kids are boring and so one sided.” vic replied, a brow arching. “does this conversation make you feel awkward?” she questioned, turning in the bed to look at him. “you can shut me down - i just thought no topic was out of bounds.” she admitted, pulling her lips into a quick frown. “i’m sorry teddy.” a laugh escaped her lips. “your family and their edwards - it’s a never ending saga - you don’t even need the last names, i’m pretty sure everyone knows an edward name is related to you lot.” she teased, pushing him with her hand gently. “maybe - i don’t know i feel like it’s a lot of pressure in this family, i mean look at how big the weasley family is - it seems like a big legacy to live up to.” she shrugged, leaning into his touch as her eyelids fluttered close. “i’m just scared of not being enough - grandma was a great mum, and my mum’s great - what if i end up being the dud.”

Cato thought about hugging her, pulling her into his arms and holding her in comfort. But he didn’t. They weren’t like that. They were just two people from the same district who’d managed to escape together after being brought back to life. It should have been a miracle but now he spent every moment of his sleep, feeling and hearing those mutts rip at his own flesh until he begged for death. He didn’t imagine it was any easier for the woman. He hated when she smiled like that, through tears that she had tried to hide. She preferred when her smile was genuine, in the rare moments that they were happy. He nodded, “Yeah, let’s go,” He didn’t let go of her hand, grabbing his supplies with the free one and exiting the abandoned building with her, “Keep heading south?” He asked. South. Away from the Capitol, away from civilization. Maybe they should find District Thirteen. Could there still be people there? Cato had no idea. He couldn’t think that far ahead. He could only think about finding shelter and how long they had before needing more supplies, “I climbed a tree, saw some more buildings a few miles that way. It might take a few hours to get there but that should mean shelter.”

she smiled softly, a sigh escaping her lips. “couldn’t of said it better myself.” she joked lightly - pushing a strand of hair back off her face. “south sounds good - if we don’t make it to the buildings before nightfall we can always scale a tree, at least we’ll be safe from dangers on the ground.” clove admitted, looking over at him for a moment. “let’s not wast time though talking about the possibilities - if we leave now we might make it but if not at least we have options - besides maybe the stars will be somewhat pretty.” she admitted with a half shrug as she pulled him towards the exit. “how long do you think we have before someone catches us?” 

“Bone? Who said anything about that? Thought you were planning to kick my ghost ass,” Marcus replied, a small smile appearing across his face. He made a face, “You’re joking, right? I’d go completely bezerk, out of my mind with worry. If you were in my position, I would not be fine,” It was basically admitting that he cared for the other a lot more than someone who he was just fucking but this whole conversation had been that so it wasn’t a big deal. He raised an eyebrow, “But I’m not family. What are you going to tell your coach?” He asked. He was certain if his teammates didn’t know about them, at least some of them would now. They could have seen Oliver come in or a nurse might accidentally tell them later. Marcus leaned into Oliver’s touch and nodded, “I wouldn’t mind if you were here when I woke up too,” He admitted. 

“sweetheart i know you well enough to know that your mind wanders to one place more often than not.” the brunette admitted with a wide grin. “i’m down for kicking your ass than owning it.” he teased, nudging the other gently. “i suppose i’m a tad let down then - maybe i’m not fighting enough.” oliver murmured, a soft sigh escaping his lips.  “that my family needs me - family doesn’t have to just be about blood.” he admitted, leaning his head against the others shoulder. “and if he says no - then i’ll come out and he’ll have bigger things to fight, other than denying me one request.” the brunette replied. “i’m never going to leave you - it’s okay if you want to rest your eyes, i won’t leave unless there planning on dragging me out of here kicking and screaming.” 

“Are our issues so bad? I thought we made the perfect couple,” He said, only half teasing, “If you insist though, I’m sure the chairs are comfy,” He continued in the same tone. Teddy nearly choked at the analogy she used about other girls, “Merlin, Vic, seriously?” He replied incredulously, “Not only are there not other girls but is that really what you think of me? That I only think of sex?” He paused, “Nor should you. I’m sure you’ll find someone but both of us have got plenty of time for settling down,” He laughed at her next comment, “I suppose he did. He always did have a heart after all,” He pointed out and looked back at her. Those eyes were wonderful and he would get lost in them. He almost did and it caused a delayed response to her question, “For my future kids? Um… I’m not sure. I guess I’d want to honor mum and dad somehow.”

“perfect couples usually kiss and shit - just saying.” the blonde admitted, shrugging at the thought. “if anything we make the perfect example of what the friend zone looks like.” vic arched a brow at the other, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “maybe in this marriage i got sick of just holding hands, so i attempted to poison you.” she teased, a grin spreading across her lips. “you’re over eighteen - it’s normal to think of sex, i read a study that kids our age think about it more often than not, you’re body usually is aching for a release.” she shrugged, turning her attention towards the screen. “it just took some warming up for that heart to be functioning again - i don’t blame him after all the mean things that we’re said about him, just because he was different.” when he paused, she turned back to him with a curious glance. “i’m not surprised - i’v always though dora was a cute name, still holds the memory but isn’t as long y’know.” she paused, biting down on the inside of her cheek. “you’ll be a great dad someday, you know that right?”

Sansa couldn’t believe how easy it was. To just kiss him and have his arms wrapped around her. They just.. fit. It was easy to be with him and feel no fear that he would hurt her. Theon wasn’t like the men in her past, he was a good man. She leaned into his touch against her cheek, enjoying the softness and she smiled wider, “The Hobbit,” She said, “Not on the curriculum, I just wanted to read it again. I only just started it, we could read it together,” She suggested, as their hands laced togetherand she pulled him back to where she’d been sitting.

“sounds perfect - thats the one with the short men that eat fifty meals a day right?” theon questioned, scratching the side of his head in thought. “you’re always reading i don’t know how you find time for anything else - it’s like you’re in a million places at once or something.” the brunette admitted, a smile creeping onto his lips. “what are your plans tonight? i was thinking we could get pizza and watch a movie?” he paused searching her face for a moment. “that’s not suspicious right? a movie and pizza?”

“I would come back as a ghost for that sole purpose,” Marcus replied in a teasing manner. Even just the small gesture of a kiss on the forehead and the rubbing of his thumb against his palm was calming to Marcus. He wanted nothing more than to just have him here and not be disturbed. Well… maybe he’d want a little more than that but it all involved having Oli there. He sighed softly, “I don’t know what I’d do if it was you,” He admitted though it wasn’t true. Before he came to see Oliver, he’d probably go and try and kick the ass of whoever put him in hospital. But it wasn’t Oli in the bed, it was Marcus, “What about practice?” He asked, “You can’t miss practice because of me,” Not that he minded the idea of having the other man looking after him but Quidditch meant too much to both of them for that. He laughed softly and shuffled over in a way that would cause him the least pain, “So needy,” He teased but immediately moved up against Oliver when he was in the bed.

“i have to admit i’m not sure i’m down to boning a ghost - i’m not sure how logistically it would work.” oliver teased, a grin on his lips. “you’d be fine - you’re the stronger of us both, i’m not saying you wouldn’t worry - well at least i’d hope you’d worry but you’d be okay.” he suggested, shrugging at the thought - ollie wouldn’t blame him though if the roles had been reversed and marcus had left. “it’s a family emergency - they’ll understand, it’s more dangerous to be on a broom when my mind is somewhere else.” oliver admitted, smiling softly at the other as he traced the others cheekbone with his thumb. “i’m not the best at providing comfort - but this is the only way i know how, and if you’ll let me i’d like to hold you until you pass out, and maybe for a little longer after that.”

Kol shrugged in response, “Ladie’s choice,” He replied and then reached to unlock a drawer in his desk, “I do have this if it makes your decision easier,” He said, lifting an expensive bottle of red from the drawer. It wasn’t the only bottle he had in there and he probably wasn’t meant to have them, “We will have to drink them out of coffee mugs though. I don’t have any glasses and even if I do, we should probably be subtle about it,” He explained. He told himself what he always did. Davina was a student but she wasn’t his student. She was his T.A. and they were meant to develop a good relationship. Granted it was meant to mean working relationship but she wouldn’t be his T.A. forever, “I’m not sure. I’ll have to do some planning and I’m having drinks with my sister on Thursday but aside from that my schedule is wide open for the moment.”

“well now that i’ve seen that i’ve got to go with italian - a pasta right about now sounds to die for.” davina admitted, a wide grin settling on her features. “super subtle, they’ll never suspect a thing when i start to turn a dark rouge from the alcohol.” a laugh escaped her lips as she glanced at the brunette. “i’m only agreeing to this if you promise to drink out of the disney princess mug, i don’t know who owns it but i think it might just make my night.” she teased, leaning against the edge of the joint desks. “sounds like you’ll need to fill it up pretty quickly unless you’re planning on lounging around reading scholarly articles.” a small yawn escaped her lips. “but if you ask me that sounds like a buzz kill - you should do something new, something unexpected - a shock to your system.” 

“Who told you that, Hale?” Isaac asked, “Because it’s not true. Or whoever did say it, didn’t have a canvas that liked to wriggle all the time, “The blobs smear so I’d rather not have any, hence the request to stop fidgeting,” He started painting as he said this, setting a flesh coloured paint down to even out the colouring that he could paint on. He laughed, “I’m perfectly aware, Cora,” A few years ago, he would have made a comment about painting where she could see - on her front - but he didn’t feel bold enough for that now. Not when he didn’t know where they stood anymore Isaac nodded, though she couldn’t see, “Thirty minutes. I’ll take it,” He could be finished by then but if he wasn’t, wriggling could cause all sorts of things that could make this awkward or interesting.

“heard it from my other favourite artist - i hate to break it to you lahey but i’m cheating on you with an up and coming artist.” she teased, a smirk plastered on her lips. “i thought you liked it when i wriggle, especially the rocking forwards and backwards - getting flustered just thinking about it.” she blinked innocently - though she knew he wouldn’t be able to see her reaction to such statements. “i can pull my pants down if you need more room - though i’m sure the curves might give more dimension to your painting - not sure if thats what you’re going for, not unless you’re aiming for some mountains.” she shrugged, before realising she moved. “shit sorry - didn’t mean to move.” cora grinned widely. “i’ll set the timer, after that though i can’t promise anything will be safe.”

Cato had been raised not to fear. He wasn’t afraid to die but being caught? He knew what the Capitol was capable of, “We’re not getting caught. They won’t send us back. They’ll do worse. We both know that,” He paused, “If we can make it out of this, if the rumours are true about the rebellion and bringing down the Capitol, we have something to live for. We can get some type of life back but not if they get us,. Hey,” He said suddenly, grabbing her arm and pulling it away from being wrapped around herself, “I care,” It was all he said but he hoped it was enough. Neither of them expressed emotions easily but after everything they’d been through, she had to know that fact, especially if it meant she stayed alive. She was all he had, “Just… come back on time, okay? Please.”

a soft sigh escaped the woman’s lips as she looked up at the other, she knew her eyes were swimming with an amount of emotion. “i’m just tired - i’m so tired.” clove admitted, wiping at her eyes before lacing her fingers with the other. “i’ll try okay - if it means that much i’ll try.” rubbing at her face with her spare hand she plastered a smile on her lips. “we should go - i’ve already risked your safety enough for one day.” she suggested, tugging at his hand to pull him along. “we need to get moving so we can set up camp - it’s getting late and i don’t want to be stuck in the forrest without shelter when night falls.” 

Closed Starter: Kol & Davina ( @wckeup​ )

Kol ran a hand through his hair and glanced at the clock on the wall of his office. It was getting late and they weren’t even halfway through marking midterm papers. He sighed, “Okay so we have two options here,” He said, putting down his pen and looking over at Davina, “We can give everyone else a B and call it a night - potentially pissing off many of my students - or I can order us some food to keep our energy up and we can get this all finished tonight. That one means we can take the rest of the week off by the way. Which wold you prefer?”

the brunette tapped her pen against her lip as she thought about the two options, option one didn’t seem like the smartest option - did she really want to come across lazy and unmotivated to do the work, if the roles were reversed she knew she’d be livid to receive a b on something she’d worked hard on. “well honestly we’d be stupid not to go with option b.” davina admitted, nodding her head at the thought. “what are we getting though - chinese? thai? italian.” she arched a brow at the other. “if it’s italian i’m going to need a glass of red as well fair warning.” she smiled innocently over at the other. “what are you plans for the rest of the week then? if we finish tonight?” 

Closed Starter: Isaac & Cora ( @wckeup​ )

Isaac straddled Cora’s waist while she lay on her stomach. He had an idea to paint waves and he’d been practicing on paper, now he wanted his favourite canvas. He tried hard not to think about just turning her over and doing something completely different. He put as much focus as he could into painting rather than that. If he thought about the former too much, it could be an awkward situation given the proximity of his crotch to her ass, “Cora, stop fidgeting,” He said with a light chuckle, “You’re gonna make these waves turn out like blue blobs.”

a small laugh escaped the brunettes lips as she wriggled a little more. “you can’t tell me what to do - doesn’t the artist need to adapt to their canvas.” she teased, a soft hum escaping her lips. “good thing you put the paint sheet down then - you can always just wipe the blobs off my back.” she admitted, a soft smile spreading across her lips. “truth though i cant wait to see the photos - y’know because i don’t have eyes in the back of my head.” a shallow laugh escaped cora’s lips. “okay i’m going to give you thirty minutes before i start wriggling again - and i can’t be held accountable for what happens, deal?”

Cato let out an exasperated sigh as he bent down to pick up the knife, “Are you fucking kidding me, Clove?” He asked, “Exploring is the last thing either of us should be doing right now. I don’t think I need to tell you what would happen if peacekeepers got their hands on us. You’ve seen the way Snow has been parading those victors he’s got prisoner in his announcements. You want that to be you?” It probably sounded slightly threatening but it was his way of being worried for her safety. He just never showed it in a kinder way, “Great, we’ve got food. We probably could have found food on our next journey too. We’re in the middle of freaking forests, there’s loads of game to kill. If you want extra time to look for things, why don’t you just say a later time instead of making me think you’d been taken or killed or something, huh?”

“does it look like i’m kidding sweetheart?” the raven haired woman blinked innocently at the other. “i’m not scared of being caught anymore - our lives are already ruined we cant go back to how it used to be so.” a soft hum escaped her lips as she retrieved the knife and put it back in it’s strap. “i’ve got nothing left to live for, you’ll forgive me if i don’t run around like bubblewrap is around me.” she glanced over at the other for a moment. “i didn’t realise you cared, okay? no ones cared before - it’s always been train to kill this, train to kill that.” wrapping her arms around her torso she let her gaze drop to her feet. “let’s just go - it doesn’t matter anymore.”

Closed Starter: Sansa & Theon ( @wckeup​ )

Sanssa spotted Theon from her spot below the tree in her front garden where she was reading. It was a willow tree so the leaves and branches drooped down making it a secluded spot. Possibly why sh went unnoticed. She smiled brightly and stood so she could pull him under the tree and closer to the trunk. Just to be safe, she did pull him further around the trunk so they were hidden. She only did that so she could lean against the tree and kiss him without the risk of Robb seeing and she did just that. After several long moments, she pulled away slightly and continued to smile, “Hi.”

a small laugh escaped theon’s lips as he was tugged around the tree, before being quickly silenced by the red head. leaning into the kiss he wrapped his arms around her waist. “if you’re going to greet me like that everyday i wouldn’t complain.” the young man admitted, smiling down at the other as he rubbed his thumb against her cheek. “hi there.” he smiled softly before looking down at the abandoned book. “what were you reading today?” he questioned, moving to lace his fingers through hers. “i can’t wait to hear all about it.” 

“I’m not dead. That’s the plain of existence it’s okay on,” Marcus replied, squeezing the other’s hand gently. He knew he got lucky with his injuries. It could have easily been a lot worse and he wouldn’t have been able to play again. That he wouldn’t be okay with. When Oli’s forehead was against his, he mustered the strength to push himself forward to kiss him quickly before the other moved to get him water. The movement hurt because he still just ached all over but he wanted to take the opportunity while no one is watching, “I’m sorry,” He said quietly, for once not retorting with a teasing or flirty comment. He didn’t like the way he had made the other worry. It was too different from the way they normally were. He took the water gratefully and sipped at it, without sitting up as the other requested, “I’ll be going home tomorrow,” He said, “They just want to keep me for observation. Someone on my team is taking me but if you want to come over, I can tell them I’ve got someone keeping an eye out at home,” He suggested, wanting Oliver near as much as he wanted to stay near.

“if you were dead i’d beat your ghost ass, y’know that right.” a choked laugh escaped the brunettes lips. “i didn’t sign no contract about not kicking your ghost ass.” placing a small kiss on the others forehead a sigh escaped his lips. “don’t apologise - it’s a risk and besides we both play.” he paused, rubbing his thumb against the others palm. “the roles could have been easily reversed.” oliver added, a frown on his lips. “of course i want to come over, i dare you to try and stop me - because you won’t be able to.” a small pout appeared on the gryffindors lips. “no one’s going to be watching you besides me - thats my job for now until you tell me to fuck off in more or less words.” oliver nodded his head. “move over so i can cuddle you flint.” he nodded towards the bed, and the small space free. “i’ll squish my ass in there if need be, i dare you to stop me.”