Starter Call! If You Want A Specific Muse, Lmk, And If Not, I'll Pop On The Randomizer Of Who's Awake

Starter call! If you want a specific muse, lmk, and if not, I'll pop on the randomizer of who's awake and it'll be a fun roulette.

          The CEO merely quirks his lips, amused by the Doctor’s remarks. Truly a mystery, and yet, Silverash finds this interesting. Like a cat discovering the ball of yarn for the first time, his ears twitch as he listens to her voice. He leans down toward the Doctor, leaning on his cane and his grey eyes glinting in question, mischief.

          ❝No, perhaps not,❞ he says, unable to hide the amusement that colors his voice. And then he leans away, his gloved hands covering over the top of his cane. His voice is low, a rumbly kind like a predator that purrs, waiting for its prey. ❝Perchance you will give me some time so that I would have the opportunity to get to know you, Doctor.❞

          He offers his arm. ❝Shall I escort you?❞

@yiqiannian​   /   starter call.

It’s true what they say then, the Doctor truly is an enigma. Cold gaze glides over the figure, slow, lazy almost —— just another illustration of how much she doesn’t care.   “   It’s  you.  I’d say it’s a pleasure to meet you, but you’re probably aware that that’s not true.   “   The good news was, Astrowa greeted most everyone in the same manner, so it was nothing personal. Her tail had swung from side to side as she crossed her arms.   “  I’ve read your file. The parts that are not  classified  at least,  “  there it was — a lie! Of course she’d dug around to get something more. What kind of an assassin———— well, old habits die hard.

❝Toshi,❞ Kondou Isami says, lowering the bit of sake in his hand down a few inches. It's late and a majority of the other captains are singing amid the noise. Still, his gaze fixes itself as he watches them dance and ribbing one another. He hasn't really touched too much of his alcohol, and yet... ❝Let's drink to a fantastic future, eh?❞ And then, he laughs, cheerful and the moment of seriousness passes.

a night of repose and no where better to relish it than at shimabara.  shamisen strummed mixed in with the vibrant laughter and song and banter of the shinsengumi captains , the most outspoken being their trio of lovable idiots.  air light and full of life , a drink or two wouldn’t hurt the vice commander albeit he was wary of having too much.  he was not sure if he ought to be envious of the other captains who can down gourds and gourds of sake , then again he is mindful of his behavior and appearance in public.  mindful as well as to make sure the group didn’t end up being too rambunctious.  the tightness in his shoulders rare to ever leave him , he tries his best to silence whatever humdrum emits from the back of his mind that renders him a workoholic so to speak despite his efforts to unwind and relax. 

however , that nonsense comes to hush itself at the voice of the commander makes him go off course from his trailing thoughts.  hijikata , with sake cup still full in his hands , yields his gaze to kondou with perked brows quizzical.  he blinks once , twice , and maybe thrice before a smile slowly tugs at his lips , curling warmly.  

“      kondou ...     ”      he does not laugh , but his eyes now bloom humbly with a smile.  sake cup raised , head tilted and the words fall regally into place ,     “    let’s.  to a fantastic future for the shinsengumi!      ”      a fantastic future , for their sake , for their happiness.  their dreams fully realized.  they are like cherry blossoms blooming brilliantly and fleeting but will be engraved in the memory of japan’s soil and heart.  hijikata promises silently to make kondou a daimyō.  carry the burden of everything for kondou ; just leave it all in his hands and watch.         

               @yiqiannian    (    kondou isami     )

Lord Sirius Black returns amid news of pardon, it reads in bold print across the top of the page. A hero of the war done wrong, victim of a flawed system, reclaiming the Boy Who Lived as rightful guardian.

          It should be expected, but to see it in her hands after all this time leaves Athena feeling more emotions than she’s felt in a long time. The anger, the blatant frustration, and the grief that comes with losing someone so important that she’s struggling to breathe. After the hilarious show of the last Wizengamot session, honestly, this news article is no different from that fiasco of a meeting. Dumbledore is forced to listen to the proceedings, unwilling to let go of Harry and watched as his plans fell to ruin by the very man she had long since thought to be still in Azkaban.

          It’s been so long since she’d seen him. A tall, lean man dressed in black dragon leather with his slicked back hair and neatly trimmed beard. He looked back at her as he stood on the floor, taking his place as Head of Black and becoming the Regent of House Potter. And he never looked better.

          He looks healthy.

          Athena didn’t even have a chance to breathe when she watched him in the proceedings, speaking up when she should and remembering the words Remus told her of Sirius’ plans. But, to have been a witness to such a spectacle where the political scene in Wizengamot is overturned brought her more joy than the last few years since she’s been there. Truly, it is Sirius’ masterpiece and his best prank of all time.

          In some ways, it’s very much like him and she doesn’t have the heart to be angry.

          It’s only a miracle that Remus and her managed to find one another after the session. She had to watch as Sirius is ushered off by Cornelius and Dumbledore that she didn’t even get to snag a simple hello. The only point of contact they had at all is the acknowledgement that brought him to the floor in recognition of his place as Head of House Black. But even then, Athena knows how he worked, or at least, used to, and could only assume that he’d be so focused, she isn’t even sure if he saw her there. Remus gave her permission to go and see Sirius, a silent apology in his eyes that she knew.

          It’s been over ten years since they’ve seen each other last.

          She takes the floo, the best way of getting there and finds herself entering a quaint room, comfortable, and warm. Dusting herself off, she finds that it’s different from what she expected, considering his descriptions of his home in on Grimmauld street is lined with much darker and heavier colors that are more in line with the dark aesthetic of House Black. But here, she can sense the warmth, the love, and light that touches every corner of the room and she thinks of Harry, the boy that Sirius has adopted.

          Footsteps draw her attention and she turns to find Sirius opening the door and it’s as if the world comes to a halt. Athena always thought that such things are myths, romantic inclinations that are left in romantic novels. The world simply does not disappear from around a person just because they’ve seen someone. But here she is, reliving the first time she’s met him, annoying and too mischievous of a boy that leaves her frustrated and the world melts into the distance. He’s here, in front of her, and alive. Cleared of his crime that’s falsely accused, happy now that he is no longer in that dreary place, and healthy that there is a light in his eyes that she hasn’t seen in over a decade.

          It’s only when he finally calls her name does she return and Athena could only help a weak smile. Her eyes burn and her nose tickles that it’s all she could do to hold back her emotions that beat hard and fast against her chest.

          ❝Did you think I wouldn’t be able to?❞ she asks, her voice wavering that she struggles past the lump in her throat. Athena matches Sirius and takes a step toward him. ❝How have you been? Have you been well?❞ Questions that avoid addressing the meeting, and yet, Athena knows that they’re too intimate with one another to resort to such small talk. She takes another step, her eyes shimmering all sorts of colors that’s unable to be hidden, her metamorphagus nature revealing her emotions. Even then, her eyes gleam bright, threatening with tears when she takes yet another step forward until he’s close enough to touch.

          And before she even realizes what’s happening, her arms wrap themselves around his torso into a tight embrace. Any words Athena might’ve said are gone, swallowed up by the overwhelming emotions that leave her clinging to the man she never thought she would see again.

↳  plotted started   ( sirius ) :     @yiqiannian​ ( athena )

            𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.  Sirius hums to himself as he thumbs through the morning Prophet, grey eyes skimming the headline accompanied by a photo of himself arriving to the Wizengamot clad in the traditional Black robes.  Lord Sirius Black returns amid news of pardon, it reads in bold print across the top of the page.  While Skeeter is a vile woman and he’s more than aware that she’s turn on him the first chance she sees, he can’t help but be grateful for her sensationalist writing style spread across the front page.  A hero of the war done wrong, victim of a flawed system, reclaiming the Boy Who Lived as rightful guardian.  He couldn’t have engineered a better response from the public if he’d tried, honestly.

           He’s one more step closer to fulfilling his promise to his dearly departed friends, carving a world that can better protect Harry from those who wish him harm.  Sirius wants to protect Harry more than he’s wanted anything else in his life, the wish to do right by James and Lily combined with his love for the boy he sees as his son an overwhelming force.  How fitting, that James Potter had saved his life once and now his son had done the same, giving Sirius a reason to live.  Back at Hogwarts, in the darkest time of his life, there had ever only been one person who had come close to fulfilling Sirius in such a way.

          Athena.

          She was the brightest light in his life and his heart’s biggest regret.   He wonders where she’d gone after his arrest, wonders if she’d believed the charges.  Perhaps she thought he deserved Azkaban?  Her faith in him had been absolute, but she’d been disappointed by him more than once before.  As much as the thought tore his very heart asunder, Sirius couldn’t find himself to blame her—even Remus, his dearest friend and the only other surviving Marauder had believed it as well.  Just another lost chance, another unfinished chapter etched in his heart, another regret to be added to the pile.

          Swallowing around the sudden lump in his throat, Sirius stands from his desk and brushes trembling fingers against his trousers.  No use dwelling on old heartbreaks, after all.  He glances toward the missed message Penelope had scrawled for him, a communication from Moony himself penned in her excellent handwriting.  PADFOOT, URGENT.  Just what in Merlin’s name does that mean?  His first thought is danger—something to do with the Horcruxes or even possibly a threat to Harry’s safety.  Just the thought sends anxiety skittering down his spine, and Sirius is well on his way to breaking into a dead sprint for the floo when he hears the tell-tale whoosh of someone’s arrival through it.

          Sirius can’t help but bark a laugh at Remus’ perfect timing, a bittersweet smile quirking his lips as he opens the door to the parlour with a jovial greeting dying on his lips.

           A familiar stranger steps out from the floo, hair like midnight spilling across her shoulders and dark eyes sending his heart into his throat.  He suddenly can’t breathe, can’t speak, his chest squeezed tight as a rush of memories threatens to overtake him.  That first prank he’d pulled on her.  Defending her from Lucius Malfoy’s machinations and being protected by her in return.  Their first kiss, hidden in the shadows of the courtyard in the dead of night.  Sneaking glances across Potions class, fingers intertwining behind everyone’s backs, late nights spent talking hidden away from the prying eyes of others.  Asking her to marry him, her smile as she’d accepted, their final night together before Peter’s betrayal.  So many promises whispered between them, so many oaths left unfulfilled.

           ❛  Athena                     ?  ❜     His voice catches in his throat, her name whispered with the sort of reverence saved for speaking of one’s god, his fingers trembling as he takes a single, uncertain step toward her.     ❛  I…  how did you find me?  ❜

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