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witchyveritty​:

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When Kailor touched a strand of her hair, using it as an excuse to move it away, Veritty finally smiled - a cheeky, one-sided smile that meant to show she knew exactly the reason why he did that. “You’re exceptionally romantic today,” the redhead noted with a smirk, when in fact she was perfectly content to hearing him repeat that he loved her every day for the rest of their infinite lives. “I think that cat is slowly making you softer.” Nodding towards the creature on his chest, a second hadn’t even passed before hearing a disgruntled sniff coming from Silas’ direction. She pretended not to hear it but both the white cat and her knew the truth. It was impossible to keep anything away from one another. “But since we are in the mood… I do love you too, Kailor Gray. With your weird obsessions and all.”

Each time Veritty smiled, Kailor felt a tug at his heart. It was different than the one he felt when she was sad, which felt more like a rapture; this one was softer, like a tickle, travelling down his spine and turning into warmth underneath his skin. The necromancer chuckled softly at her words. “Perhaps it is.” He chose to play along, though they both new it wasn’t only the creature. He was weak the moment he had laid his eyes on her that first day. But not physically weak, perhaps ‘weak’ wasn’t even the right word; not weak but tender. The witch had awaken a tenderness inside of him Kailor didn’t even know existed. And he was gladly willing to let her in on that secret by letting her deeper into his mind and soul. “My weird obsessions?” He almost choked, pretending to be serious while barely holding back his amusement. It caused the kitten to lift up his head and yawn before streching onto his chest and falling back to sleep. “Will you enlighten me on these weird obsessions of mine, miss Cailloux?”

andrews-gina​:

She clenches her fingers around the edge of the book while trying her hardest to not breathe too hard, as though it might push her in the wrong direction if anything was to change right now. Gina felt herself relax the smallest amount when he agreed not to call someone and it allowed her the energy to lift her gaze to his face briefly. “I-I don’t know w-what anyone can do, I can’t take it b-back…” She trails off with her voice wavering. 

The air around them was growing heavier with each second that passed. Stickier. With guilt, with regret, with self-loathe, with mixture of all three. It made him wish there was a way to pass some of his feelings of steady calm onto her the same way hers were spilling all over the space between them; but it wasn’t how empathy worked. It wasn’t the same as compulsion after all. “You can’t take what back?” As much as he hated it, Kailor needed to know what exactly was bothering the girl in order to help her. “How about you start at the begining? You can share as much with me as you feel comfortable, okay? But I need to know what’s wrong, so that I can maybe try and help you, right?”

charlietaylcr​:

“It’s nice to meet you Kailor.” she smiled again. He seemed to be a nice guy guessing by the few minutes she spent with him. She have been told she had to be careful with people there but she was pretty good at reading people. “I grew up near the ocean. I used to spend most of my time at the beach with my friends or by myself. I just feel comfortable by the water.” she admitted. “Do you have a place like this? That you feel the most comfortable going to? For either feel better and need a place to think or to celebrate?”

“I actually live nearby.” Kailor admitted. His eyes instinctively drifted towards the direction where his home was, even though it was kind of hard to see the big house from the distance. “And I like spending time at the beach.” He said, returning his attention back at the girl. “Usually early in the morning or in the evening. When it’s less crowded.” Yet living on an island it was mostly crowded either way. “I also like the woods or anything close to it. Generally I love a quiet place in nature. Maybe I’m not much of a fan of people.” The professor joked. “How did you find your way here? On the island, I mean.”

charlietaylcr​:

“It really is. There’s nothing I love more than the ocean.“ she admitted. The ocean always been a place she would go to often when she was back home. It was a place where she was going to celebrate, a place she went when she needed to be alone to think or when she was sad… The place she would go for every occasions. “It’s such a beautiful and peaceful place.” she spoke. “Yes I am. I’m Charlotte but you can call me Charlie.” 

A discreet smile still on his lips, Kailor scanned the view before returning his attention back at the girl. “It is.” He agreed, unable to hold back the thought whether whoever designed the Institute had the intention of ever making it look so... appealing at first sight. He could imagine the photos used to lure people into its trap. Clear blue waters, sandy beaches, neverending sunshine. It sounded too good to be true yet people like Charlotte kept coming. “It’s nice to meet you, Charlie.” The man replied, hesitating for a slight second before going for her nickname. “I’m Kailor.” He went on introducing himself, purposely omitting his status in the hierarchy. “Now, tell me, is there a reason you feel so drawn towards the water? Other than it being a source of serenity, of course.”

andrews-gina​:

Gina heard her name called and glances up, quickly dropping her head when she saw someone approach as she reached up to rub her face. It was a poor attempt to wash away evidence of where her head was at, but it was naive thinking so she keeps her face lowered and looking at the book in her lap. She turns from him when he comes closer and when he takes the book, the blonde clenches and unclenches her fingers then slowly wraps her arms around herself. “I-I’m fine, it’s o-okay.” She gently shakes her head, his next question making her answer a little too quickly. “No, d-don’t c-call anyone, please.” 

The panic building up inside her body found it’s way out through her voice, intensifying the already numbing pain behind his eyes and heavy feeling at the pit of his stomach; boht caused by the strong emotions Gina was trying to deal with currently. “Okay,” his own answer came shortly after her last words in a desperate attempt to calm the girl’s nerves at least a little bit after all he’s done so far was more damage than good. “Okay, I won’t call anyone.” Kailor spoke softly, his voice low but steady. “But you’re not fine.” He’d kept quiet about it earlier, afraid that any sort of protest from him will only make her deny it further. “I’m not going to make you tell me what’s wrong, if you don’t want to. But at least tell me what I can do to make it better, okay?”

andrews-gina​:

Gina couldn’t get any of it out of her head, the weight of the instrument in her hand and the screams when she hurt them. But she couldn’t remember who she hurt. It was different when she was on the other side of it and her whole life had taught her how to cope with that kind of pain, but now she was on the other side of it. She’d always told herself she wasn’t like her mother, she hadn’t ever hurt anyone and now the guilt of it all was crashing down hard on her. She had been hiding from everyone, sure they were all talking about her and the things she did and of course that wasn’t rational, but the spiralling wasn’t stopping any time soon. Gina hides in the back of the library near the dusty books, sitting on the floor and reading the same sentence over and over again but nothing sticks.

@the-institute-starters​

It felt as if something called out for him from the very far back of the library. Not something, but someone. It took a moment for Kailor to recognize the familiar face among the shadows the strands of hair falling on each side of it were casting. “Gina?” The necromance spoke her name softly, not wanting to startle her. His voice barely above a whisper yet he already knew it’d have the very unwanted effect he was trying to avoid. The air around the girl was thick, but not thick with dust or the smell of rotting paper; thick and heavy with the sticky smell of despair. It always had a weird smell, at least to him it did. Leaving the book he was carrying in his hands on one of the shelf, the professor kneeled before her and pulled the book from her shaky fingers, leaving it on the floor beside her. “Hey, is everything okay? Do you... Do you want me to call someone?”

charlietaylcr​:

It was Charlotte’s third day at the institute. Everything has been doing good so far despite the warnings and rules that she have been aware as she stepped in the building. It was still hard to wrap her head around the whole concept of the school.

It took an hour for her to finally find the path that lead to the beach. The island was huge and she was not familiar with the area yet. Being in a new place, alone, made her nervous but Charlotte loved to meet new people and usually had no problem making new friends. She knew this feeling wouldn’t last long. 

Charlotte took off her shoes as soon as she arrived to the beach. The smell of the ocean and the sound of the water reminded her of home and it was so comforting. The girl walked towards the water, stood at the shore and looked out at the view. 

@the-institute-starters​

“Breathtaking, isn’t it?” Kailor commented while slowly approaching the girl until they were at the same level. Taking a moment to get a better look at her face, he was pretty sure she was new (or at least she seemed unfamiliar). His eyes drifting away to the endless ocean, his body quickly followed. If there was one thing he’d miss when leaving the island, it’d be this - the endless horizon, the clear blue waters with calm waves crashing against golden sands; not the heat, not even his job. He was never the fan of such places - bright, warm, the type of scenery most usually dreamed of; he’d always been drawn to rainy locations, where thin mist spread across the trees and thick green moss covered their roots, where the air was damp and the sky was gray instead of blue. Now he couldn’t imagine a life where he wouldn’t wake up to a golden sunrise. Realizing he’d been too lost inside his own head, the professor turned his head back at the girl. “Excuse me, are you new?”

witchyveritty​:

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Her eyes returned to the book in front, trying to find the last sentence she had read before putting it down. Even if Veritty could feel Kailor’s attention still hovering, eyes no doubt following her movements, for a moment the redhead pretended that this didn’t make her want to grin back at him. Maintaining an almost too blank face, only after his last question did she finally look up. At least now her finger pointed to the last sentence, making sure she wouldn’t lose the train of thought like had just happened. “Do you really need me to answer that?,” the redhead smirked. “Or the second question? Come on. You already know the answers.” And they were no and no. Of course she had never imagined herself being comfortable enough to share her space with another person and not only that but to do it permanently. Head shaking, Veritty made a low tsk sound. “Life has a tendency of laughing at our faces every once in a while. And if you live longer than normal, it happens even often. But for whatever’s worth, I’m not mad that all of my choices had brought me here.”

Kailor cocked his eyebrows further up at her question. He knew, of course, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like hearing it sometimes. It always made him reflect back at the start; there was undeniable attraction between them long before, of course, but it was that night, which changed everything. The night Kailor had no doubt Veritty would have thrown him out of her suite had she had the strenght. The night he wasn’t going to give up without a fight though and he didn’t. He still remembered how fragile and cold her body was next to his own and a sudden shiver travelled down his spine, bringing his mind to the present where his redheaded witch had rosy cheeks and devious sparks behind her eyes. And where the kitten had slowly started to purr on his chest. His expression softened as his mind traveled back to the night he refused to let go of her until the morning despite her protests. Triggered by her last words, perhaps. He didn’t regret accepting the Institute’s job offer neither. He’d come looking for a job he loved, a job without the restrictions the outside world was trying to force upon him and his teaching methods. Yet he found something better. A meaning. He reached out, tugging a strand of hair behind her ear - not so much because it needed out of her face rather his own need to touch her, to feel her. “I love you, Veritty Cailloux.” Kailor sighed. 

The Darkling (Shadow & Bone s2)

witchyveritty​:

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Veritty practically melted when Kailor kissed her hand - a gesture so simple, yet it felt electrifying, sending shivers up and down her spine. She knew that the man was able to feel what his actions were doing to her, no doubt it made him even more smug and V did not mind one bit. He had every reason to be smug about it - conquering her heart was a feat no one had been able to do for so many years. And here he was, not even immortal when she had met him. Well, Veritty had managed to change that and even if outwardly Kailor hadn’t changed that much, the redhead could note that immortality suited him so well. Almost too well, she realized with dark amusement as her eyes followed him picking up the kitten. “Now, now, it seems like it’s my turn to be jealous…”, V shook her head with a grin on her features. Of course she didn’t mind the little creature getting all the attention in the world, but it seemed suitable to tease him about it too. “I’m pretty sure you never pictured yourself engaged too, yet here we are…” Veritty nudged him softly before sprawling once again, almost like a cat herself. Taking and opening the book once more, the redhead smiled looking at him over the top of it.

Familiar, ticklish sensation travelled through their bond and down his spine, leaving a pleasant aftertaste in his mouth as a somewhat cocky smirk formed on Kailor’s lips. “Oh yeah?” The man teased her in return, going a step further by brushing the tip of his nose against one of the kitten’s ears. Not once losing sight of the witch’s face as he did so. Even it’s smell the different, he silently noted - the scent of musk imprinted onto its thick gray fur, the single sign of something ancient living underneath the tiny facade of the creature. He let the kitten curl back up on his chest before his eyes wandered away to meet Veritty’s. “No,” the necromance admitted. Yet here we are. Veritty’s words echoed in his head in his own voice. “And you?” Kailor cocked his head to one side, getting an even better look at her face, so he wouldn’t miss even the slightest change in her expression; if there was any at all. “Did you ever picture yourself engaged?” There was barely a moment before the professt took a sharp breath in, exhaling it almost immediately after, unable to hold back his smile for much longer. “Or... Even just as madly in love as we are with each other?”

tiharlanrussell​:

Harlan looked at the other as if he had two heads and he frowned slightly, “I didn’t think it was a hard question but we can try again. I said, take me to your favourite place and, if you play your cards right, we can consider it a date”. He noticed that the man didn’t have a collar so he tried to keep his tone less sarcastic but he wasn’t one to mince his words. At the answer he huffed a frustrated sigh, “Everyone has a favourite place and considering we can’t leave here, you must have somewhere you like to go?”

Light smirk curved Kailor’s lips, unsure whether it was provoked by the slight frustration flowing over the other man’s body or because of the clear answer already forming inside his head; one which he was sure the man wouldn’t really like either. Sliding his fingers over the middle the pages, the professor allowed the book to close with a low thud-alike sound and set it aside, now turning his full attention to the stranger. “I’m afraid I’m not the type to go out much, so I doubt the places I consider as my favourites other than my home would really appeal to you.” He replied. “But if you insist, we can still try.” Kailor added, hoping this way his words won’t come off as harsh as they maybe did.

Do you like the way that you grew up?

"Yes and no. I learnt some valuable lessons growing up but I was also raised in a rather toxic environment that led me to suppress my magic for a long time which now I'm starting to regret."

tiharlanrussell​:

I Think I’m Gunna Like It Here

Harlan had been exploring the island in his own good time. Taking in the views and the scenery and everything this magical place had to offer. He had met some people but no one he thought would make a fantastic acquaintance.

As he strolled into the main complex, clicking his fingers to entertain himself with his fire he looked to a person who seemed to be sat alone. He approached them cautiously, making sure to put the fire out before he did and smiled, “How about, you take me to your favourite place, I’ll pay for whatever you want and then we see where the day goes? Hell, if we have fun, this could even be a first date” he winked. He had always been quite forward and this seemed like a good way to judge someone by their reaction.

Kailor was on his way to devouring yet another one of the books he’s found recently at the library and which he thought would be useful for preparing his last few lectures until the end of the school year when an unfamiliar voice pulled him out of his deep thoughts, causing him to lift up his head. The sun blinded him for a moment, turning the stranger’s face into a pitch black spot, then a blurred image before it finally took the shape of a young man’s face with a wicked smile hiding at the corners of his lips. “I beg your pardon?” The professor asked, his mind still grasping to rearrange all the words in the right order in order to prepare his response. Sliding his finders down the page, Kailor slowly closed the book and set it aside, turning his full attention to the man now. “I’m sorry, but I really don’t have a favourite place around here.” Technically, it was a lie - he did have a favourite place, his home, but he was pretty sure it didn’t count.

alfiexnorris​:

Alfie nodded when Kailor told him to calm down and let out a sigh. “Yeah, I’m calm,” he said before crossing his arms, only to realize crossing his arms was difficult now what with the whole having breasts thing. “Bloody fucking things,” he mumbled as he dropped his arms in frustration. “Me? Nah, I’m still bound, I can’t try out spells. I know Lily, my girlfriend was doing some, but none of them seemed to be working- like everyone else that does magic on this island,” he explained. “But like I said, yesterday I’d traded places with my other boss, who by the way is a reaper with wings and is seven bloody feet tall, it was just weird and wrong,” 

Half smirk tugged at the corner of Kailor’s lips yet he didn’t protest against the other man’s words. Instead, the professor listened to the explanation Alfie was giving about his current situation, which the more Kailor thought about, the more he was able to see a rather comedic side to. “But you still have one day when you can practice magic, right?” He mused out loud, not necessarily blaming the other for his situation. “Do you happen to know what exactly she’s been working on? I mean... what sorts of spells she’s been trying out?” Kailor simply couldn’t let go of the sense that something was missing; something vital which could explain this whole situation. “Do you remember when it all started? Could it be around the times of her experiments with magic?”

[Text: From Alfie]: Hey, dunno if you heard, but I'm a master now. If you're free I can practice actual magic whenever you're around.

[text] Hey! I've been busy lately so I may have missed that, sorry.

[text] Congrats, I guess. And I'll try to find some time this weekend, if you're free too. How's that?

witchyveritty​:

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“Who, me?!”, Veritty gasped, hand touching her collarbone before rolling her eyes. “That seems very uncharacteristic of me. I do no such things…” Keeping the timid façade for a few seconds more, as it slowly melted away from her features, the redhead giggled slightly. Darting a quick look at the place where she last saw the small kitten strutting towards, her dark eyes then slowly moved back to Silas, then to the book she still had in hand. “You want to know what I truly think?”, V asked, eyes scanning the content of the next page. “I think you’re starting to overthink this in trying to do the right thing. When in such circumstances there is no certainty about anything. If the creature chose to be here and with you, nothing can change that. Look at Silas”, the woman nodded towards the snow white cat. “I feel like he hates us half the time yet here he is, not leaving. It won’t up and leave you if you happen to pick a name that doesn’t suit it. Relax.” Veritty finally moved her gaze over at Kailor, hand reaching to massage his arm, trying to convince that man of hers to let go of his fears.

A pair of devious flames burned inside his otherwise pitch black eyes while listening to her, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “No?” Kailor asked, arching his eyebrow at her but still playing along with her in this innocent game of teasing each other with words. The question itself was rhetorical, of course; they both knew that. The second time Kai lifted his eyebrow at her words, it was to express his genuine interest in what the witch was about to say. Dry yet slightly humorous scoff escaped his lips when for a split second they both looked at the white cat, his eyes lingering over its imperial posture and slight shimmer of its fur underneath the sunlight before the creature met his gaze, causing him to turn away and look back at Veritty. She was right, he was indeed overthinking it. Perhaps spending so much time figuring out how the human mind worked was finally taking a toll on him. “You’re right,” Kailor sighed, resting his hand on hers. His thumb gently drawing a few circles over her skin before their fingers crossed and he pulled her hand to place a kiss on its back. “I guess I just never pictured myself in this situation.” His voice faded at the light, tingling sensation in his leg. “Guess I don’t need a name after all,” he chuckled, scooping up the kitten and setting it between them.