She was one of the only campers left waiting at the pick-up spot, having wandered away from Max to explore a mysterious rustling from the bushes. (This, it turned out, was a squirrel; Quartermaster seemed more than capable of sorting it out and had pulled her away from the animal by her overalls.) But … Well, David had to admit that he’d been so worried about Max being lonely or upset about the summer ending that he’d almost forgotten about the adventurous young camper. So it was with no small amount of guilt that he met her eyes, watching anxiously as she scuffed her toes along the ground and glanced over her shoulder at Sleepy Peak Peak.
“Well, uh … I think my parents aren’t coming?”
David sprang to his feet, leaving Max to continue drawing in the dirt and ignoring him. “Don’t be silly! It’s only noon, after all! And Max is still here,” he added, gesturing at him.
Max looked from David to Nikki, something almost like concern in his expression. “David, are you being fucking stupid again?” He stood, pouring as much resentment into the motion as possible. “What’s up, Nik?”
She shrugged, stuffing her hands in her pockets. “It’s just that Mom said Dad was picking me up yesterday because of his Sunday Golf Tournaments, and he didn’t. So …”
“What?!” David tried to keep his voice calm, but he couldn’t help wincing as it leapt up to what Gwen called “dog-whistle levels.” “Wh … why didn’t you tell us that, Nikki?” As a matter of fact, why hadn’t her parents told them that? They were in charge, after all!
“I was gonna, but then Max and Neil decided to try and blow up the Supply Shed and that sounded like more fun!”
Oh, dear. David whipped out his phone and sent a quick text to Quartermaster and Gwen: ‘stay away from the supply shed might be dangerous’ Then he narrowed his eyes at the two of them, putting his hands on his hips. “Now, kids, that was very irresponsible of you –”
“Yeah yeah,” Max interrupted, rolling his eyes. “How about you just do your goddamn job and figure out where Nikki’s parents are?”
Oh. Of course, that made sense. “R-right. Thanks, Max!”
He had all the campers’ parents saved in his contacts for easy access, just in case. So he didn’t have to leave their side as he looked up Mariana Zuckerman’s number and listened to the line ring.
Finally there was a tiny click. “You’ve reached 555-0175. Dr. Zuckerman isn’t available right now, so please leave a message at the –”
He snapped the phone shut, shaking his head. “No worries,” he chirped to the kids; Nikki was watching a line of ants travel through the grass, but Max’s eyes were trained on him, tiny pinpricks of searing turquoise. “We’ll just try Mr. Sherwood then …”
Nikki’s dad didn’t pick up, either.
That was … well, of course it wasn’t troubling, David wouldn’t jump to conclusions so quickly! But he would have to give her parents a friendly reminder that it was important to have their phones on them at all times.
Then again, maybe they were driving. That made sense.
“Why didn’t they pick up?” Max demanded, startling David out of his thoughts and nearly making him drop the phone.
“Oh, I’m sure they’re on their way!”
He just stared for a few long moments. Then turned with a heavy sigh, shaking his head. “I’m gonna go find Gwen.”
“Max, don’t –” But it was too late; faster than he’d ever seen the boy move, Max was trotting across the small grassy clearing that served as Camp Campbell’s pick-up spot, over to where Gwen had her nose buried in a magazine about … something or other, he didn’t really understand most of what she read.
Maybe Max had the right idea, though. Gwen would know what to do, even if she was a bit of a worrywart. He straightened, feeling better already as he tried dialing Nikki’s mother again. There was no point in panicking, which meant he’d just ignore the niggling worming sickness in his stomach until it went away.
even probably gets the grossest most sugary creamy coffee and isak makes fun of him because “where’s your hipster cred” but even just says, “it’s as sweet as you baby.” and isak can’t even respond?? even always manages to catch him off guard with the most innocent of comments. he doesn’t even realize that he shakes isak’s world a little when he says things like this. isak’s never felt this kind of unguarded affection, and even throws it out so willingly, casually the way isak’s never been able to. as much as they’ll make fun of each other, as often as their conversations devolve into banter, isak really does turn into this sweet, soft thing around even. and maybe that’s what isak’s been hiding all long. he just needed to find the kind of person who could break down all his shields.
how about some squad observing magnus and alec being in love? alternatively: magnus and alec in the institute, being competent but also cute af, if you'd like ♥
the institute is a steady buzz of activity when alec finally escapes from his meeting, hours of back and forth with stubborn clave ambassadors refusing to admit that there was still immediate danger, even with Valentine in chains. Someone had taken the soul sword, and Valentine was way too calm for a monomaniac in custody. in the end alec had decided to ignore their advice, which was quite plainly that they should fix up the wards and resume business and usual, and would instead lead an investigation into the missing mortal instrument himself.
when he finally reaches the ground floor, exhausted and irritable, he finds a certain warlock leaning casually against one of the desks, deep in conversation with clary. it makes alec smile, the tension in his shoulders falling away the closer he gets and it makes something soften inside that magnus falters mid-sentence to fix alec with a comforting smile. “rough day at the office?” he asks, producing a cup of to-go coffee and a paper bag, “i brought you breakfast”
“if that’s a croissant from the Parisian bakery i will marry you right now” alec tells him, stealing a soft kiss and gladly accepting the proffered food. beside magnus, clary offers alec a warm smile. that’s a thing they’re doing now, smiling at one another; tentatively easing into the kind-of-almost friendship they’d thought about before everything happened with clary’s mom.
When he and Alicia first came to the decision that it was best if Bob didn’t renew his contract and they moved back to Montreal, he’d been certain that the restlessness would be unbearable and he’d be going completely screwy and debating putting himself up for free agency the next season. Back then, he’d thought he was going to be what Jagr is now - a legend made all the moreso by his adamant refusal to just stop already. Bob had been certain that he would never love life more than he did playing in the NHL. Until he retired from it.
I’d spent two years trying to get a job at the library on campus. I’d talked to the admission offices, the Gentry, the Education Board, the librarians, only to come up with nothing. I was, apparently, unqualified, which I thought was untrue. I’d worked for years as a librarian assistant over multiple summers. I was getting my major in Library Science. I even befriended some Fair Folk and their friends with my knowledge on books. Still, nothing. That is, until the main staff of human librarians disappeared. That was when the packet of paperwork was sent my way.
“Hello?” I called out when I entered the library before my first class. “I’m here for the librarian job?”
“Good morning, Ms. Ellis.”
I turned to see the most beautiful woman in the world. Black hair, creamy coffee colored skin, and golden eyes that seemed to stare into my very soul. I was floored. I sputtered out some sort of response, to which she smiled. I melted.
“I see you have your papers,” she said. “I’m truly sorry for the delay in you joining us. If I was in charge, you would have been a member of staff on your first day. There was definitely enough evidence for it.”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you not remember? You’re one of the only students I’ve seen find her book within two minutes of being here, and finding your way out again. This library chose you, as it did us many years ago.”
I looked around to suddenly notice four more women walking around the library. One of them smiled and waved. I returned a smile, then turned back to the librarian.
“We’re always here. You’ve spoken to a few of us over your time here.”
“Yes, I remember. I just have a question, though. The main office said only non-humans worked here after the human ones disappeared.”
“Oh, those old crows doesn’t keep up with anything nowadays. The librarians either chose to stop working here, or switched to our side.”
I remained confused.
“Walk with me, Ellis. My name is Ina, by they way. You see, we librarians are all of different backgrounds. I, for example, am a Siren. I found the sea was not my calling, and found this place. Some of the librarians felt being a human was not their calling, so they became various creatures. Most choose to become a member of the Fae, or something of that nature. You’re not required to do the same, but you may choose this path when the time is right.”
“I thought humans weren’t able to do that. I asked the Gentry about it.”
“The librarians are a special case. Here, this way.”
She led me to an elevator. We got in, and pressed the button for the 18th floor. I continued to be surprised by how many stories could fit in a small buildings. I asked Ina about it.
“You mean…you’ve always known?”
“Well, yeah. Isn’t that common knowledge?”
“Only those with The Sight, non-human decent, or a relative of one of the original builders of the library can see the other floors. Do you have The Sight?”
“I don’t know. I mean, I can see Faes pretty well, but a lot of people can. Before you ask, I don’t know about my ancestry. I’m adopted, never knew my birth family.”
The elevator doors opened. Ina talked me over to the main desk. Behind the wood was a large man reading a small book. He looked up when we walked over.
“Matthias,” Ina said. “I need a scan on our potential employee.”
The man, Matthias, took off his wire-framed glasses and stared at me with almost completely white eyes. He leaned back in his chair a minute later, as if considering something.
“What?” I asked. “What is it?”
“Ellis, right? It seems you have quite a bit of Fae heritage. I’m surprised you’re not showing signs of the Fae.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you’re officially part of the team,” Ina said, looping an arm around my shoulders. “Welcome, Ellis of the Fae, to your new job.”
(I don’t know if I’ll continue this or not, but man was it fun to write! If whoever reads this wants me to continue, let me know with replies, I guess? I’ve never submitted anything to this universe before, so let me know if I got something wrong)
Audrey Hepburn was born with her Taurus sun in the 2nd house. She was a figure of beauty who expressed the creative magnificence of Taurus through acting, modelling, and dancing. In true Taurus tradition, she was a mirror of allure to be bloomed in the hearts of everyone, she facilitated the appreciation of beauty through her image and artistry. She was an Aphrodite.
Taurus energies help us understand what is of lasting value. Venus and Moon in Taurus is especially significant because Venus is the ruler of Taurus and the Moon exalts in Taurus. It provides a sense of calm amongst the chaos, the ability to acknowledge and be grateful for the pleasures of life, especially by indulging in them, warm sleep ins, sunsets, creamy coffees, luscious cuisines, beauty regimes, relationships, and art