@trickstercaptain + @shadowcovcn(laszlo) Sent A Meme For Nadja :

🪐 — @trickstercaptain  +  @shadowcovcn​  ( laszlo ) sent   a meme   for  nadja   :

69  —  hounds of love  by  kate bush   ▶︎

    ❝ WHEN I WAS A CHILD  i’d run in the night, afraid of what might be  — hiding in the dark, hiding in the streets from what was following me.  &  now the hounds of love are hunting me. ❞

🪐 — MR. TEAGUE   for  sarah !

     TEAGUE’S HAND HOVERED over the incorrectly placed valve for a moment longer than was necessary before dropping back to his side. Perhaps he should have been more concerned that he had been caught. But if the kid really wanted to ruin his day she would have just marched over to the principal. He suspected he was already on thin ice. Finding out that their newly hired band teacher had no idea what he was doing would have surely been grounds for firing. By the looks of it, the student had no intention of snitching on him. Yet here she was, offering to help. While Teague wasn’t the kind of person to put his faith in the trustworthiness of others, especially a random teenager, he really didn’t have a choice. With a look of resignation Teague handed her the instrument, “ it’s Sandra, right? You play the saxophone, second chair. ” He watched with thinly masked interest as she began working on the trumpet. “ What’re you even doing wandering the halls?I thought lunch was supposed to be everyone’s favourite period.  ”

    ❝ IT’S SARAH, ❞  she corrects him, but her her tone is more curious than annoyed.  little awareness about the layout of a fairly basic instrument  &  he’s also bad at remembering the names of the relatively small number of students in the marching band ?  yeah, this guy definitely wasn’t a teacher.  or at the very least, he was brand new to the profession.  &  that observation combined with his accent  &  his habit of pushing the hawkins high dress code to its limits officially made the new band teacher the most interesting person on campus.  so maybe spending her lunch hiding out in the music room wouldn’t be so bad after all  —  even if it did include helping him assemble instruments.  ❝ yeah, well, it’s still better than algebra, ❞  she says, dropping her bag  &  sitting down cross-legged beside it on the tile floor.  ❝ but honestly, it’s just been a bit of a zoo out there lately.  &  i’m not interested in fighting for territory or finding a mate, so.  i thought i’d come in here to get some peace  &  quiet instead.  ❞  &  sarah sets the trumpet in her lap to slide the valve into place.  it’s a little sticky,  &  could use some oil, but at least it’s put together properly now.

🪐 — LASZLO CRAVENSWORTH  for  nadja !

     VAMPIRES WERE MEANT TO BE MERE LEGENDS. Yet here he stood in front of a mirror devoid of his reflection. His tongue glided over his canines newly sharpened to a predatory point. Laszlo had found that hunger was not all too different for the undead, he still craved a good meal every night (even if daily feeding was no longer necessary). Up to now, his lovely Nadja had been providing his meals- allowing him to grow accustomed to his new powers. 

     Laszlo couldn’t have agreed more. With a dramatic flourish, he flung his cape over his shoulders. He turned to Nadja, with a glimmer of excitement flickering in his eyes like candlelight he graciously offered her his arm. They exited the newly abandoned (courtesy of his vampiric mistress) home and arm-in-arm walked down the darkened streets of London. 

     It didn’t take long for them to reach a well-populated area. His eyes darted from person to person. So many choices. Laszlo’s mouth watered at the thought of gorging himself on the thick, warm, buttery blood of an unsuspecting victim. As the thought crossed his mind a young, delicious-looking man cut in front of their path. He smelt like the most delectable cut of Kobe beef. Like a dog on a leash, Laszlo jerked forward, only stopped by Nadja’s arm still tightly intertwined with his own. “ Him. ”

    THE HONEST TRUTH IS  that nadja had grown bored of the job of keeping her fledgling fed rather quickly.  to hunt enough prey for both herself  &  a newborn was actually quite a lot of work,  &  nadja never had much in the way of caring instincts.  at least, not until now.  but thankfully,  laszlo was growing stronger by the day, his appetite hearty  &  his instincts sharp.  he was ready to hunt for himself.  &  london is a city with considerable nightlife, she had found, a wide array of potential entrees milling about under the streetlamps.                                laszlo proved to be decisive, choosing a man  &  moving towards him as though out of instinct. still, nadja restrained him with her hand, all too aware of the practical need to be just a little more discreet than to drain a man here in the middle of a crowd.  &  yet there was a low hum in her throat, almost a purr,  that betrayed how his bloodlust pleased her.  he would make a fine vampire, she could see as much already.  ❝ patience, my dark baby. ❞ nadja murmured, her voice soft by her standards, but still nowhere near a whisper.  after all, there is no need to hush herself when she could easily hypnotize anyone who happened to overhear.  ❝ we must wait until he is alone, that way you can  take the time to really savor  the first meal you’ve caught for yourself without being interrupted by any pathetic mortal screaming  &  crying,  you see ? ❞                  luckily for them, the man in question makes for a side street with no companion by his side,  &  nadja takes a step after him, keeping laszlo close at her side.  ❝ come, darling, we will follow him. ❞  she sets a torturously slow pace, but only so that they might seem as mortals to any who see them slip through the square  —  a pair of young lovers out for a late night stroll, just like any other.  &  though nadja is far from young, something about the excitement of laszlo’s first kill has her feeling something akin to reborn herself.  ❝ you should go for the throat, just beneath the jaw.  that’s where the skin is nice  &  thin but the blood is still hot.  bite down hard,  &  keep your teeth in until you’re done, or else he’ll flail around  &  might get away, you understand ? ❞  she can only hope he does, for soon they are upon him in the close dark shadows between two tall buildings,  &  nadja lets her hand release  &  fall from his arm at last.  ❝ now, my love, go ! ❞

🪐 —  ROBIN BUCKLEY​  for  sarah !

        Sarah wasn’t somebody that Robin had ever really talked to much — and she was already questioning why that was. For all that plenty of them in marching band thought that they were above it all when it came to high school politics, most of the time they still separated into their own cliques, normally based on the instruments they played. As soon as someone from one section became romantically involved with someone from another ( as was the case with Leah and Tony ), it became all that anyone here wanted to talk about. They were all just as much victims to the system as the jocks and cheerleaders they purported to hate. “ Gross. I doubt any of them taste remotely like cake. ” Robin wrinkled her nose at Sarah with a faint laugh. She’d never even been curious to know what a proper kiss with a boy was like, but, thinking about it now, they probably all tasted of sweat and cigarette smoke and unwashed body odour. No thanks. Her smile widened as Sarah gestured towards the mac n’ cheese in front of her on the table. “ Yeah. Cafeteria food is way more like it. ” She glanced down at her own ham sandwiches, brought in from home. Mac n’ cheese day was always the worst. Her dad made far better whenever he was home. “ And yet people here seem to lap it up no matter how bland it is. ” She glanced back at Sarah and her uneaten meal, then, wondering whether she had anything else for her lunch. “ You can borrow one of my sandwiches if it’s really that bad. I mean, not borrow, obviously. You can have it. I always avoid cafeteria food on Thursdays. ”

    ROBIN LAUGHS JUST A LITTLE,  &  sarah can’t help but notice the way a few small creases appear across the bridge of her nose with the expression.  all at once, the sour look on her own face brought on by the unappetizing display at the other end of the table has all but melted away, the other girl’s smile contagious.  ❝ can’t blame them when it’s the only option, i guess.  but i personally think we deserve just a little bit better. ❞  given her lunch bag, it seems that robin had wisely thought ahead to spare herself the indignity of today’s cafeteria fare, choosing instead to bring something from home.  &  sarah is just making a mental note to herself to make a sandwich for herself before leaving the house next thursday, when robin offers one of her own.             ❝ oh.  um, i’m ok.  i had a big breakfast, ❞  sarah protests, but her stomach chooses that moment to loudly disagree.  &  when she glances back down at her tray, she knows that the sticky orange glob of already congealing pasta just isn’t going to cut it.   ❝ i mean, unless you really don’t want it. ❞  &  as she accepts the generous offering, pushing her tray aside in favor of unwrapping a ham sandwich, sarah finds herself wondering why she hasn’t really hung out with robin before now.  ❝ thanks — this is like, really nice of you. ❞   to not only remember to bring your own lunch on mac-n-cheese day, but also to be willing to offer half of it to someone who hadn’t, robin must be both smart  &  kind  —  a combination which was a real rarity amongst the students of hawkins high.  thoughtfully, sarah takes a bite of the sandwich,  &  as she chews, her eyes go wide.   ❝ oh my god, this is amazing, ❞  she says even before her mouth is empty, one hand raising as if to cover her bad manners.  ❝ did you make this ? ❞ 

🪐 — @shadowcovcn​​  ( laszlo )  sent   a meme   for  nadja   :

87  —  private dancer  by  tina turner   ▶︎

      ❝ YOU DON’T LOOK AT THEIR FACES  &  you don’t ask their names.  you don’t think of them as human;  you don’t think of them at all. ❞

🪐 — AIMEE GIBBS​  for  rae !

            “ Yeah, yeah, ‘course. ” Her voice was distracted, eyes glued to her phone screen, but she did take a moment to glance over at her new partner in this English lit project and offer her a sweet smile. What was her name — Rae? Rachel? She didn’t hang out with the Untouchables, but then very few people were ever allowed to be in their orbit, and instead were just the topic of their ridicule. She seemed nice —- and smart. Aimee lowered her phone and turned fully to face her. “ It’s just… don’t you think that lesson was really hard? And this joint project… shit, I don’t feel like I took any of that stuff in. Kyle just texted me to say he’s smoking weed ‘round the back of the bike sheds and I really wanna join him for some first to help chill out a bit, you know? You can come with and then we can just head to the library after that…? ”

    IT’S JUST HER LUCK  to be paired with an airhead popular girl instead of a teacher’s pet who would do all the work, or at least another normal kid.  but as aimee distractedly checks her phone, rae feels her eyes rolling in exasperation.  if the first impression is anything to go by, she’ll definitely end up doing most of the work on their supposedly partnered project.  ❝ i didn’t think it was that complicated.  it’s just shakespeare. ❞  she says, her tone betraying her irritation.  admittedly,  she hadn’t read  as you like it  yet herself, but how hard could it really be ?  aimee seems far more interested in taking a smoke break than finding out.                       &  rae is just considering marching straight back to ms. sands  &  demanding a new partner when the unthinkable happens  —  aimee gibbs, one of the untouchables, invites her, rae earl, to hang out with her.  ❝ oh.  really ? ❞  the shock at being included leaves her staring for a moment, blinking in disbelief.  but then she catches herself, snapping her lips closed  &  nodding enthusiastically, like she hadn’t just been annoyed at the whole idea.  ❝ i mean, yeah, alright.  that’s smart, actually.  we’ll probably study better when we’re good  &  relaxed, anyway. ❞  &  hearing it come out of her own mouth, it almost sounds convincing.