NOW AT WARSRAGING

this blog is now an ARCHIVE. i’ve moved eleanor over to my multi-muse, so if you want to keep our thread going, you should follow me there!! ( i’ve also posted everything on my queue, so please @tag my multi when you reblog your reply! )

               she either sounds giddy, or it’s you making up stuff you want to hear. “ no problem, really. you take care of yourself, ‘lright ? there, i sounded like your dad for a moment. ” the sudden loss of confidence whenever he talked to someone on the phone was honestly baffling. day liked to think it was mostly because he’d been taught to be wary of an attack whenever he used a communication device of any sort, but it probably had more to do with his own need to see people face-to-face than with anything like his status as a demigod. 

               for a fraction of a second, he was afraid she’d refuse. he had spoken on a whim ( like most things he did, in truth ) and spent a few instants hanging on to the other end of the phone, waiting for her to speak again. when she did, relief flooded his chest, and day immediately blamed himself for fussing that much. “ friday it is, then. i’ll let my mom know i’ll be out. she can handle the shop without me for a while. ” after all, she’d made do ever since he was a little kid. as useful as he could be, ashera pernington had run a business before he’d even been born. “ i could come pick you up, if you’d like ? it’s just a short ride, but— you know. ” gods, can i get any more awkward ? he hated it. and loved it too, but far be it from him to admit him with at least two of his friends giggling behind their hands.

“Hmmmmm…I’ll definitely remember that,” his eyes fell to his desk, chewing on his bottom lip as he leaned slightly back in his chair. Tea could be nice and       soothing, actually. And well, it definitely IS better than alcohol. He leaned his head back up an tilted it slightly, “I suppose it’d be HELPFUL if I actually knew what campus you went to, though,” a slight tease escaped out between his teeth, “Since we don’t go to the same colleges, you know?” His lips cracked a slight smile, “Do you go there at night at all? Because that’s probably the time I’d be going to that place.” 

“I’ve suffered worse. It’s not a big deal.” Magnus said, keeping a neutral expression as he spoke. And for him, it wasn’t. Violence was such a huge part of his life; part of this job, hardly anything fazed him anymore. And even he knew coming back from another encounter with Matthias could have been worse than this.

This was also something new for him. For someone to worry about him. Though, a part of him wondered if it was genuine or maybe she was only trying to get in his good graces because she was new to his organization. “Like I said, you’re still new here. So there’s thing you do not know. But in the future, please refrain from coming in here without my permission. But, I do appreciate your concern.” Contrary to popular belief, he wasn’t always cold. But he usually liked to remain indifferent towards those who worked under him.

Magnus was usually good at reading other’s expressions. But as his dark gaze locked with hers, he couldn’t. Then she spoke, her tone softened which took him by surprise; which his features did not indicate. “Could you gives these files to Christopher on your way out.” Was all he said before handing her the papers he’d just finished before she came in.

“Don’t be stupid,” Ruff herself had told Astrid. “You’re gonna be fine. I mean, no roommate is better than me, but I promise there will be at least one person looking for a room who is not a complete nutjob.”

Truth be told, Ruffnut was actually a terrible roommate. She was messy and loud, and when her twin brother would show up unannounced the two of them would inevitably drive Astrid up a wall. Logically, Astrid knew all of this. In her HEART, though, she was just sad that her childhood friend was dropping out and going back home (which wasn’t completely unpredictable, but still). On top of that, she was terrified of finding a new roommate. 

“It’s not like anyone can be that much worse than Ruff was,” Hiccup told her on the phone. Astrid reluctantly agreed. 

And so here she was, Astrid’s new roommate. She told her something about just coming back from a few months abroad and Astrid being a life safer. The blonde just pointed the girl - Eleanor, was it? - towards Ruff’s old room without saying much. She looked sane enough, which should be a good sign. Astrid would probably start appreciating it soon. For now? She just missed her best friend.

“Oh— I took down the curtains, I wasn’t expecting someone to be interested in the room so soon.” And those curtains smelled like at least four illegal substances, Astrid was sure. “Laundry day is tomorrow, you should have them back soon.”

ok my dudes, here’s the deal      i’m gonna be MOVING eleanor over to my multi. with my work schedule and me being tired all the time and only focusing on my multi-muse, i feel like i end up neglecting this blog altogether. i definitely don’t want to drop eleanor as a muse, so this is the next best thing. i have a day off on tuesday, so that’s when i’ll be working on moving her and adding her new bio, etc. i’ll post everything on my queue until then, and i won’t be dropping any threads, so if you want to continue them, please @tag my multi ( which you can find HERE ).

“I dunno, do you think we’d have the time to take care of a pet when little Sophie could come out any day now?” Magnus questioned. Not that he was completely against the idea. But it just didn’t seem like a good idea with Eleanor being pregnant. It would be like having a child when they had one along the way. “But–if you really want one. I wouldn’t say no.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders.

“It is nice to have something that reminds you of them, doesn’t it?” He can’t help the small grin that’s now curled upon his lips. While he rarely thinks of her much these days; she was such a vital part of his life when he was younger. She was what shaped the man that he was. And it’s nice to find something that brings back fond memories of her. He wants to question if she’s lost her mother like he has, but despite his lack of social grace, he knows that’s not something you ask someone you barely just met.

He’s grateful for the shift in topic. As it is quite a heavy topic between mere acquaintances. He considers her question. If he should have another cup, or finally settle on food. He’s been out all day trying to avoid getting caught and being sent back to the castle. “Could I trouble you for some food?” The mention of it now has his stomach protesting the lack of food it’s been given today.

Niall barely swayed, even as she leaned most of her weight against him. Had he known what she was thinking, he would’ve felt a bit guilty. Although he was helping her mostly out of kindness (he couldn’t very well leave an injured young woman alone in the woods so late at night in good conscious), he had ulterior motives for helping Eleanor. If he could convince her to accompany him to Wall, he could introduce her to Samuel, and they could have their own happily ever after.

“Of course I’m right,” he said with that breezy, exaggerated confidence he’d perfected over the years. “We’ll be fine as long as we keep moving.” He wasn’t surprised by the questions, though he took a moment to consider how to answer. He disliked flat out lying, was painfully transparent when he tried, but he had no idea if she’d help him if she knew the truth. So, as he often did, Niall found himself settling for half truths that were just close enough to reality to avoid suspicion.

“I don’t know how I got here,” he admitted sheepishly. Having an idea wasn’t the same thing as knowing. “Even before I met you, it’s been a really strange day. I was looking at a gift my parents gave me, and I somehow ended up here, near you.”

It was such a surreal experience to face Eleanor now. It felt like the last time Astrid had seen her had been forever ago, yet at the same time she felt like no time had passed at all. Eleanor’s smile and her beautiful eyes were still the same and it brought Astrid back to their high school days, before all she saw of Eleanor was a blurry and pixelated webcam version of her. It made her chest feel tight and heavy, and for a brief moment Astrid forgot the rest of the people around them. She blinked and forced herself back to the present.

“I’ve been well,” Astrid forced out after clearing her throat, her polite smile a little strained. The last time she’d been so worried about how on earth to talk to Eleanor had been— Well, on their first date. “I’ve been doing some research work and it’s driving me up the wall, but it’s good to be back home.”

Astrid was sure she was being very obvious about the  a w k w a r d n e s s  she felt. At least she vividly remembered not quite being able to hide much from Eleanor’s eyes. She couldn’t guess whether or not the brunette’s skills when it came to reading Astrid were still the same, but she still felt a little under the spotlight. And oh, she was sure even their friend could see it, if the way kept out of the conversation was of any indication.

“—And you?”