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âSo how long do you think itâll last?â Hans canât help but ask, an easy laugh falling from his lips as he takes a sip of wine. He shouldnât be reveling in Claudetteâs complicated love life like this, not when heâs partially responsible by doing absolutely nothing to stop her from marrying Adam, but he canât help himself. Clinging tightly to anything to keep him from focusing on the shambles of his own love life, and his best friendâs disastrous drunken marriage is as good as it gets. âI think I give it three months before it implodes,â he muses, deeply curious to see if Genevieve has any opinions of he own. After all, whatâs the harm in speculating? // @quccnofhcxrtsâ
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claudettebijouâ:
Watching him look away, likely over towards Mel sheâs sure, Claudette knew she was getting close. That despite all the worries Hans vocalized, he was going to end up doing it. âThen donât push her,â she counters, as if it were really that simple even though she knows itâs not. âJust⌠talk to her. Donât even bring everything up right off the bat. See how it goes just speaking to each other again.â Because after a near month of radio silence even just a brief hello would be an improvement in their current relationship as far as Claudette was concerned. And though she knows Mel to be as equally overdramatic as Hans and quick to react poorly to the smallest of things - she doubts he would truly lose the Muse girl tonight, not unless he did something ridiculously dumb. âYouâre more likely to lose her if you donât do this. Letting her leave again means another two months of nothing and you know it.â And when he agrees, a small smirk grows on the blondeâs face as she too reaches back for her glass and takes another sip. âDeal. Another round after this and then we both start acting like actual adults.â In actuality it would probably more than just one more drink between now and whenever either of them work up the courage to approach the others.
âWow, who knew you were such an expert on my relationship,â Hans mutters under his breath as she continues to dole out advice, taking another sip of his drink, Of course itâs impossible for her to be anything but an expert when sheâs been forced to hear about the ups and downs of their relationship for the past ten years, Hans making her listen though she certainly didnât ask. âYou donât have to look so proud of yourself, you know,â Hans rolls his eyes, not missing the satisfied smirk that touches her lips as soon as he concedes. Knowing Claudette to be right more often than not over the past twenty-five years, itâs a look heâs extremely familiar with, though not one heâs all that fond of. âIâm just doing it to shut you up.â Itâs a complete lie of course; thereâs no hiding how much he yearns to talk to Mel, to find a way to make things somewhat normal between them again. Even if he doesnât truly believe this is the best way to handle it, heâs desperate enough to try almost anything. âIf it goes poorly, Iâm blaming you though,â he adds, prepared to blame Claudette for the foreseeable future if things go even remotely bad between them.
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mizzproudsâ:
penny likes to think of herself as a good friend â the greatest friend anyone can have actually. loyal and understanding, patient and determined, and always in your corner when you need her; sheâs the definition of ride or die. thatâs why when she was presented with the opportunity to confront benny she took it with no hesitation, ready to defend hans and his relationship (apparently more than his actual girlfriend was willing to do â but sheâs got much to say about miss melpomene and how shitty she was being). but with everything at the masquerade spiraling out of control on all fronts, penny didnât really have time to see hans. itâs how she finds herself at his apartment, bright smile on her face and takeout in hand as she prepares herself to cheer him up. âgerman bestie!â she yells, excitement dripping off her voice as if she was being reunited with someone she hasnât seen in years. but thatâs just penny â loud and happy. âhappy late ass new year!â @hansoftheisles
An eyebrow raised curiously as he hears a knock at the front door, it should come as no surprise to him whoâs waiting on the other side. There are very few people in his life that would stop by completely unannounced, but Penny ha always been one of them. While he spent quite a few years trying to deny that there was any sort of friendship between them, never quite sure why Penny was so determined to spend time with him, he finds himself almost smiling now as he opens the door to reveal Penny. âWhatâs up Penny,â he chuckles as he steps back to let her into the apartment, never in a million years able to match her energy. âHappy late New Year.â Following her into the apartment as she starts to easily make herself at home, he frowns as he realizes why sheâs actually here. âIf this is about Mel, you really donât have to do this,â he assures her, still avoiding talking about the breakup as much as possible if he can. âIâm fine, really.â Itâs a blatant lie, one that doesnât even sound convincing to his own ears, but heâs been trying to say it as much as possible lately, as though if he actually says it enough he might one day actually be fine.
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skatingannaâ:
As practice finished and all the figure skaters began to part ways, Anna was originally going to stay on for a little while longer to work through a few solo routines before a familiar figure catches her eye. âHans!â she calls out happily, still on the ice but making her way over towards the exit he was standing by. âHey! Youâre here! Did you catch any of the routine?â Taking the offered mocha from him, she takes a small sip as she carefully makes her way over towards her bag - not having stopped to put on the coverings for the blades on her skates. âOf course I do! I always have time to talk to you,â she answers, sitting down on the bench and starting to unlace her skate boots. âEverything okay?â
âOh yeah, it was amazing! I canât wait to see the whole thing,â he lies easily, finding that by now itâs all to simple to pretend that he cares about anything that Anna does. Spending any time in a cold rink, watching her skate around in a ridiculous outfit is one of the worst thing she could possibly imagine, but of course she doesnât need to now that. âYeah, yeah, everythingâs fine,â Hans assures her with a smile, waving off her concern as he follows her over to the bench. âI just wanted to talk about your sister. After you know... the blizzard.â Sitting down beside her he takes a sip of his coffee, giving Anna a knowing look. After the stunt the pulled after the blizzard thereâs no denying that something is up with the two of them, but heâs curious to see if sheâll keep the lie going.
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mel-ancholymuseâ:
tension is hardly something mel isnât used to by now. her earliest memory in life being a string of profanities shouted at her mother from a voice that boomed like thunder. so she knows, perhaps better than most would give her credit for, that relationships can fall apart in your hand like paper in water. what she isnât necessarily prepared for, however, is the way this moment feels. perhaps it was a little delusional on her part to think that they could coast calm waters for the rest of their lives. that she could keep everything she felt for another person so hidden that it wouldnât dare make a mess of one of the few stable things sheâs ever had. but she hadnât been able to keep those feelings a secret, and because of that sheâd failed them and sheâd just have to live with that even if she hated how awkward and weird this was. âit was a compliment.â she nods, not bothering to elaborate any further once she takes note of the confusion in his voice. âof course, who would you be if you didnât show everyone up?â they had, of course, met in band because he insisted on an oboe solo in a piece that certainly didnât call for it. hell, heâd chosen the oboe because it was difficult. hans had always been something of a glory hog, and mel had always been known to sing him his praises whether he really deserved them or not â to her, he always deserved it. mel snickers, rolling her eyes at his thank you. âitâs your birthday hans, of course i had to get you a present.â the thought of not giving him his gift was ridiculous, even given the state of their relationship. âbut iâm glad you liked it. did you have fun with your friends on your birthday?â sheâs caught somewhere between genuinely caring because itâs him, and not wanting to hear all the ways he had fun without her. but if he was willing to tread through calmer waters, she could force herself to as well.Â
Despite the tension that still hangs uncomfortably between them, a small part of Hans is finally starting to believe that Claudette might have had a point. No matter how painful it is, this is better than acting like Mel doesnât exist for the evening. âWell yeah, I have a reputation to maintain.â Of the most pretentious man in the room, of course. He laughs softly, feeling some of the tension leave his shoulders as he slowly starts to relax around her. âI guess I just wasnât expecting it after...everything,â he admits, shoulders shrugging. The silence between them that stretched out for weeks felt like it could last forever, and there was a small part of him that actually thought it might. He expected the day to pass without so much as a word, knowing that Mel could be stubborn when she wanted to be. âIt was surprisingly sentimental,â he adds, surprised Mel would put her heart out there like that, given the circumstances. The second the words leave his lips he feels an instant pang of regret, sure even in his current state that he said that wrong thing. After so many years of struggling to open up and be the least bit emotionally vulnerable, the last thing he should do is question it, seeming ungrateful in the way she was trying to show that she still cared. Panic rushing through him, he debates backpedaling and apologizing profusely, but instead settles on quickly trying to change the subject, as though she might forget what he just said. Itâs unlikely, but worth a shot. âBut yeah, it was great,â he chuckles nervously, clinging to her last question about spending his birthday with his friends. âBut I actually spent most of it with Poppy and Lily Rose. And Angelo, if you can believe it.â In any other instance, Hans and Angelo being able to put aside their lifelong rivalry to spend a holiday together would be monumental, but under the circumstances it might not matter all that much.
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Ever since the blizzard Hans has been biding his time, quietly watching and waiting for Elsa to slip up again, to confirm his sneaking suspicion of her powers. After the way both Anna and Elsa were acting he canât fathom any other explanation, Annaâs panic and Elsaâs half-hearted claims of being a weather expert left very little room for other explanations. Sick of waiting, though, he approaches Anna on her own, sure that getting more information out of her canât be too difficult. Two coffees in hand he watches Anna out on the ice as she finishes skating practice, approaching her with a smile as she finally leaves the ice. âHey!â he attempts a wave despite holding two drinks, laughing as he extends her usual drink to her. âI thought you could use a mocha.â Itâs with pride that he says it without rolling his eyes, consistently pleased that he can hide his distaste for nearly everything about the younger girl. âDo you have a minute to talk?â // @skatingannaâ
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claudettebijouâ:
âSheâs already done that, I doubt this fight would be the exact same thing.â Rolling her eyes, Claudette sets her drink down on the table and turns to give him her complete attention. Though already fairly drunk, sheâs not quite yet at a point that sheâs going to just send her best friend out without actually trying to help him first. Whether Hans wants or even takes the advice sheâs about to offer him is unknown - but never has that stopped her before, it certainly wonât right now. âAnd if she doesnât?â she counters, continuing on before he can actually answer. âOr if she does start talking to you again but tries to pretend like nothing happened? Like things are fine and she has no intentions of talking about any of this?â Itâs a move sheâs known Mel to make in the past and wouldnât put it past her to do again. âIf she leaves without the two of you talking, thatâs it. Thereâs nothing you can do. Calls can be ignored and texts can go unread. You need to confront her now when she canât just turn off the ringer and pretend like you donât even exist.â None of this is likely what Hans wants to hear - nor is it advice she should be giving him right now - but she believes it to be true. In her currently clouded mind she thinks thereâs no other option, really. Besides, if he was going to push her to go see her own ex, Claudette felt she had every right to convince him to go talk to the woman he currently was still technically dating. âFine. I will. When you go talk to Mel, Iâll go find Adam.â And likely a few more drinks along the way, but she doesnât vocalize that part of the deal.
Groaning softly under his breath, thereâs no denying that Claudette is right. It doesnât come as a surprise to him, even if it isnât something he wants to hear, because in the twenty-five years theyâve known each other, there have been very few instances of Claudette actually being wrong. Noticing the way she sets her drink down, giving him what he thinks is supposed to be a serious look he sighs, following suit. âListen, I know I should talk to her. I want to talk to her.â His eyes linger back across the room to where Mel is sitting with Layla, trying to weigh his options. Thereâs no denying that he wants to talk to her, that he would give anything to be over there with her like everything is normal again. âBut what if she hasnât figured it out? What if sheâs not ready?â Turning back to Claudette, he does his best to put his fears into words rather than pouting like a petulant child like heâs been doing all evening. If thereâs anyone he can open up to itâs Claudette, who he knows has his best interests at heart even if she might make fun of him for being an absolute idiot along the way. âSheâs stubborn and if she thinks Iâm pushing her... I donât know.â Shrugging his shoulders he runs a hand through his hair, deeply regretting his decision to come tonight. âIâm not ready to lose her.â Not that he has her now, not really, but thereâs still a part of him that feels like he does and itâs a feeling he isnât ready to let go of, not quite yet. âFine, but I need another drink first,â Hans finally agrees, reaching for his glass to take another sip. He should do it now, while heâs still sober enough to choose his words wisely, but a little bit of liquid courage never hurt anyone.
#( âď¸ can i say something crazy? // interactions )#( claudette. )#( âď¸ nye masquerade // event )
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mel-ancholymuseâ:
itâd been a surprisingly good night for mel, all things considered. any qualms she had about running into boyfriends (current and exe) had quickly gone out the window as she spent the bulk of her night close to laylaâs side. but of course, all that changes the moment she sees hans coming her way. it would be unfair to say that she didnât want to see him; despite the delicate state of their relationship she was happy he was here and (hopefully) having fun with his friends. all sheâd ever wanted was the best for him, even if most of the time what was best for him wasnât her, so knowing that he was out and not sulking was good. it just didnât mean she wanted to talk to him, especially not here. âhey,â thereâs a moment of relief that the conversation starts out neutrally, even if she wants to cringe at how tense it feels between them. but she canât fault him for how uncomfortable their current situation is or how poorly he navigates their conversations because of it â she would do worse if in his shoes, sheâs sure. âthanks. yeah she did, she spent like the whole week making our dresses. Iâll be sure to tell her you like it.â she nods, small smile touching her face as she looks at him. âyou look nice. your suit is fitting,â he would of course opt out of going with a classic black suit, so sheâs hardly even surprised. heâd always been an over dramatic attention grabber, but heâd always made it work where others failed tremendously. âpretty sure i saw candice in blue, so i guess she made this for you?â
Despite his strong conviction that none of the tension between them now is his fault, thereâs no doubt in his mind that he could be handling this better. Talking to Mel almost every single day for the past fifteen years, it should be easier than this. One month of awkward silence shouldnât be enough to throw him off like this, as though he doesnât know how to act around her anymore. If this were any other day he knows what he would be doing, lifting her in the air as he spins her around and showers her with compliments, reminding her that sheâs undoubtedly the most beautiful woman here. Pulling her out on the dancefloor as the two make the most of an otherwise dull evening. But he can tell that sheâs still mad at him, that thereâs a distance between them that never existed before, and it feels as though heâs lost his right to do any of that. âUh, thanks?â Hans frowns, not sure whether he should actually take that as a compliment or not. Choosing to take the high road rather than assume she meant anything buy it, looking down at the outfit he chose with a laugh. âYou know I always have to make some sort of statement.â Showing up in something boring has never been his style, always trying to outdo the other men in the room. âOh, and I just wanted to say thank you,â he adds, smile finally relaxing and turning genuine as he settles on what he believes to be a good ice breaker. âFor the birthday present. You really didnât have to.â
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themikewazowskiâ:
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It had been a great show, all things considered; his iffy bits resonated, new jokes got a solid response, and there hadnât even been any hecklers. Well, aside from Claudette (predictable), and the guy glued to her side the entire night. Mike would have brushed it off, but when he saw the man alone at the bar, he couldnât help but to walk over. The question earned the reaction heâd predicted, though the guy made him wait a long moment for it, and he smiled contentedly while nodding to his friend behind the bar for his own drink. âYou donât have to, because I will.â Mike glanced back at him, taking in his cold exterior. If he looked close enough, he swore he could see some cracks. âThe deer fly because people believe in them!â He explained, palms pressing into the edge of the bar as he grinned at the brunette. âThat belief enables them to bring Christmas to all the good boys and girls of the world, rich and poor.â Mike smiled widely in thanks as his drink was placed in front of him before his grin redirected back to his companion. âBut reindeer, like me, have fragile egos, and you being mean hurt mine.â A questionable transition, but heâd just performed a whole set; sue him. His lips turned down into a fake pout with the words, eyes falling as he picked up his fruity drink. âAnd by doing so, you could have taken Christmas away from all of the nice boys and girls in this bar. Say, you donât want to be the grinch, do you?â His gaze flickered back up to the manâs face while he pinched the straw lightly, pulling it to his lips for a long sip. @hansoftheislesâ
âWhy would you ask a question if you were just going to answer it yourself?â Voice dry and clearly unimpressed, Hans is quickly regretting his decision to come here in the first place. It felt like a good idea earlier in the night as his friends threw out ideas to cheer him up and get his mind off his failing relationship, but it isnât a mistake heâll be making again. Taking a sip of his drink, he lets Mike continue to ramble, letting him lecture him on the magic of Christmas before he laughing. âAnd so you came over asking for an apology?â Hans asks dubiously, not prepared to offer one. Perhaps they two shouldnât have sat at the back of the audience, their criticism of his standup getting louder and louder with each drink until it was loud enough for everyone, including the comedian, to hear them. âIf anyone is old enough to be at this bar I sincerely hope they donât still believe in the magic of Christmas.â Hans doesnât even stop himself from rolling his eyes, unconcerned with being rude. He usually tries much harder than this to put on an outwardly kind demeanor, caring more about how heâs perceived by the general public than most of his friends. âAs long as Iâm not ruining Christmas for my daughter, I canât say I particularly care.â And if anyone at this bar believes in the magic of Christmas, they clearly have bigger problems on their hands.
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claudettebijouâ:
Rolling her eyes, Claudette doesnât even give actual consideration to the thought that her advice would likely piss their other friend off. Itâs not that Hans was wrong about that, but in the moment she didnât really care if she annoyed Candice by encouraging him to get his shit together right then and there. As far as she was concerned in her drunken state, she was a fucking genius and the both of them should listen to her more often. âHereâs a wild idea, donât piss her off.â Itâs a lot easier said than done, and not even her true feelings on the matter, honestly. For once, Hans wasnât in the wrong here - but she knew that wasnât how this was going to work. He canât go in guns blazing about how shitty Mel has been these past few weeks, not if he actually wanted to save their relationship. Which after knowing him for so long and having had a front seat for the shit show that the two had been through over the past handful of years, she knew without any question that he wasnât going to want to let go of this. âBut even a fight is better than letting her leave for who knows how fucking long with nothing figured out.â A soft scoff escapes her at his return question, her glass coming to her lips as she takes another sip of her drink before answering. âIf I see him, I will. Because unlike you - Iâm an adult and not afraid to talk to the complicated people in my life.â It wasnât necessarily a fair comparison - her current situation with Adam far more civil than anything going on between Hans and Mel - but that doesnât stop Claudette from making it anyway.
When it comes to his relationship with Mel, Hans has spent the past decade completing ignoring his friends advice has he proceeded to do what he wanted, much to their annoyance. If there was anyone he might listen to it would be Claudette, their lifetime of friendship making him at least willing to ease on his stubbornness long enough to listen. But as she proceeds to place the blame on him, making it see as though every issue between them is of his own doing Hans rolls his eyes, reaching for his drink. âSo she can tell me sheâs in love with someone else but itâs my fault for somehow pissing her off?â he scoffs, taking a long sip. Knowing very well how his girlfriend reacts to both confrontation and feelings, it doesnât come as much surprise that as soon as he got angry and confrontational she completely shut down, what should have been a mature discussion quickly turning into a fight. But after several drinks he isnât ready to entertain that, not prepared to accept blame when all heâs ever tried to do is love her and make their relationship work. Despite his current bitterness, itâs still all he really wants. âHave you ever met Mel?â he laughs bitterly, knowing itâs a pointless question. Claudette may know her better than the rest of his friends, but none of them ever tried all that hard to get to know her. âA fight is not better. Sheâll talk to me when sheâs ready.â Once convinced of that fact heâs now not so sure, nearly a month of almost complete silence laying plenty of doubt in his mind. But what the hell else is he supposed to do? âHeâs probably out here somewhere.â An eyebrow arched, he gives her a challenging look. âGo find him.â
#( âď¸ can i say something crazy? // interactions )#( claudette. )#( âď¸ nye masquerade // event )
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From the moment Mel entered the room she caught his attention, Hans doing his best to keep his distance because that seems to be what she wants. He had the best of intentions to stay away from her all night, but with each drink he finds himself more tempted to approach her, his friends insistence that he behave the only thing keeping him in place. As soon as Candice leaves the table and heads to the bar Hans is standing up, downing his glass of champagne before he crosses the room towards Mel. With Claudetteâs words still ringing in his head, encouraging him to at least try and make things better before she goes back on tour, he canât let the opportunity pass without trying. âHey,â he smiles softly as he reaches her, hating just how tense and awkward the word sounds. In all the years theyâve known each other itâs never been like this, not even in the strange months after they broke up as they tried to learn how to be around each other again. For the past fifteen years theyâve been each otherâs home, and suddenly he finds himself unsure how to talk to her, having little to say as though they were passing strangers. âYou look beautiful.â He feels pathetic, unable to come up with anything more interesting to say, but itâs nonetheless true. âDid Thalia make your dress?â // @mel-ancholymuseâ
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Spending the evening being passed around from friend to friend as they babysit him in an attempt to keep him from making his relationship with Mel worse than it already is, it looks like itâs Genâs turn as she takes a seat next to him. Most of his night has been a combination of drinking and people watching, Hans finding himself more and more judgmental of the outfits surrounding him with each passing drink. With Mel by his side he likely would have been on his best behaviour, but with Genevieve by his side he doesnât have to worry about biting his tongue. âItâs so sad watching everyone try to get dressed up,â Hans comments as he watches someone walk by in an ill-fitting dress in a shiny fabric that definitely makes it look like it came out of a bargain bin. âDo you think they actually thought that looked good?â Taking a sip of his champagne he chuckles, shaking his head sadly. âItâs tragic.â // @quccnofhcxrtsâ
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While it was unlike him to miss an event, Hans either accompanying an excited Mel or attending with his friends so they could judge everyone else in the room, he had seriously debated missing this one. Even the thought of being one of the best dressed in the room and lording it over everyone else didnât have the same appeal this year, not when his personal life is such a disaster. And just as heâs expected, itâs hard to watch Mel across the room enjoying herself with her friends as he sulks at the table with Candice and Claudette to keep him company. Having Gaston by his side, though, is admittedly a little surprising. âI know why Iâm in a bad mood, what the fuck is wrong with you?â Hans asks, glancing over at Gaston as he takes another ship from his champagne. They rarely spend time together just the two of them, and he canât imagine heâs here for the enjoyment of his company. // @thatgastonâ
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claudettebijouâ:
Grabbing their drinks from the bar and moving onward to give space for the next people in line, Claudetteâs hand naturally rests on Hansâs arm as she guides him off away from the dancefloor and commotion of the ball. âSo are you going to talk to her?â she asks - no need to say who the woman in question is that sheâs referring to. Itâs not a suggestion she should be making, having come here originally with the intentions of keeping Hans distracted and far away from Mel or anything related to her - but with more than just a few drinks in her already, Claudetteâs level of reasoning and logic is beginning to falter. Leaving her to see no issue with letting her best friend approach his girlfriend (or at least she thinks they were still technically together). âOr are you going to be a pussy and just let her leave again with nothing resolved?â @hansoftheislesâ
Taking his drink from Claudette he takes a much needed sip, an eyebrow raised at her question. âHmmm?â Hans hums at her question, acting for a moment as though he had know idea who she was talking about, as if his eyes hadnât been drawn to her all night. âDonât tell Candice youâre encouraging that or youâll never hear the end of it.â Hans chuckles as they cross the room, taking a seat at the table theyâve been occupying all night. He doesnât think twice of the implication that heâs a pussy, his best friendâs feelings about him and his approach to relationships perfectly clear over the years. âThe last two times havenât gone so well, I thought Iâd spare us the fight,â he shrugs, taking another sip of his drink. Thereâs a small part of him that knows Claudette is right, that he should suck it up and at least try to make things right before she goes back on tour. âAre you planning on talking to Adam tonight?â he asks, turning the tables back on her in an attempt to take the attention off of himself.
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mel-ancholymuseâ:
in a perfect world this act wouldnât have to be blanketed in such secrecy. delivering a birthday present shouldnât have to be timed meticulously, there shouldnât be concern surrounding the idea of running into the present receiver in question. especially not when it was a gift for your boyfriend, or even beyond that, your best friend. but thereâd been radio silence between hans and mel the past few weeks, and a lot of (if not all of it) that fell on melâs shoulders. in a perfect world his surprise visit to new orleans wouldnât have ended in a bitter fight and their last words to each other would not have been wrapped so carelessly in barbed wire in an effort to protect hurt feelings. but, in a perfect world she wouldnât be in love with someone else. âhi angel,â mel smiles, crouching down to pet the little bengal cat that runs to the door when she comes in. âiâve missed you.â she coos, smiling to herself as ophelia rubs her head around melâs hand. standing upright again mel advances through the apartment, following the cat into the living room so she can set her present on the table and leave. but the fates wouldnât let her off that easy, and sheâs hardly surprised by that. âhey.â the tension around her words is unbearable, sounding foreign in this setting with this man in particular. but what else could she do? she hadnât wanted to see him â and, honestly, she doubts he wants to see her either. âi uhâŚthought youâd be out with your friends.â  @hansoftheislesâ
Trying to make the best of the worst birthday heâs had in a while, Hans pours over a book, his cat curled up in his lap and a glass of red wine in one hand. So engrossed in the pages of the book, he doesnât notice the way the elevator dings outside his apartment, doesnât notice the quiet click of the front door opening. He doesnât even think much of the way Ophelia meows softly, jumping from his lap and running from the room, sure that whatever caught her attention isnât anything he needs to worry about. It isnât until he hears a familiar voice in the hall that Hans freezes, completely caught off guard by Melâs presence in his apartment. Itâs something that he was so used to, never before thinking twice about Mel showing up unexpectedly or letting herself in. Even before she moved in she was here often enough that it sometimes felt like she shared the space too; he quite frankly preferred it that way. Snapping his book shut and setting it aside, Hans only has time to stand up and take a few steps towards the hallway before Mel is standing in the doorway, the shock heâs feeling clearly reflected on her face. âUh, hi...â He does his best to smile but it feels too tense and unfamiliar. âWeâre not doing anything until later tonight. Sorry?â Heâs not even sure why heâs offering her the apology and he wants to take it back as soon as the words leave his lips. He has every right to be here. âWhat are you doing here?â The present held in one hand should be an obvious enough answer, but even knowing that sheâs back in town for the holidays he doesnât expect her to stop by with gifts, figuring their break would be good enough reason for her to avoid him for the foreseeable future.
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Elsa was practically cringing as Anna continued to talk about her being a weather expert. Though Elsa was typically good at keeping a poker face, it was hard to do so with how obviously fake this conversation was. She could feel Hansâ gaze between the two, and as Anna continued on, Elsa could feel her heart sinking into her stomach. Somehow, someway, she just had a feeling that Hans knew her secret by now. All the signs were there, with their odd conversation being the cherry on top; unless Hans was an idiot, which he didnât seem to be, he just had to know by now. âWellâŚ. I donât, so maybe you should ⌠ask a different weather expert,â Elsa answered rather coldly, her gaze toward Anna very serious. It was strange to hear Hans chime in, her attention turning to him as she tried to read his expression. A part of her swore he was holding a smug look on his face as he practically mocked their conversation, only giving her more reason to believe he wasnât naive and understood what was going on here. âWell, itâs easy to become familiar with weather patterns when itâs much similar to business. Checking trends, going through data from previous years, understanding the current environment⌠But instead of, well, businesses, itâs all about ⌠the weather.â She surprisingly kept her tone calm and casual, as if anything she had just said wasnât completely made up in the spur of the moment. Though, his next question grew her suspicions even further, and she gave him a cold stare that she hoped Anna wouldnât notice. âWell, as I just told my sister.. Iâm clearly not the expert in this kind of situation, but Iâm sure that another .. weather expert, may have more answers than I do.â Was this conversation ever going to end? She didnât think so at first, but luckily the mention of hot cocoa and blankets finally steered them into a different direction. She found herself observing Hans more than she ever had before, uneasy by the way his tone and demeanor changed ever-so-slightly as they finally changed the subject. Was she looking into it too deeply? Anna would probably think so, but she always listened to her gut instincts. âMotherâs hot chocolate sounds perfect.. I can go grab some blankets if you two want to get the hot chocolate started in the kitchen?â She offered, just wanting to step away from them for a moment to compose herself and her thoughts. âIâll meet you in there after I get enough blankets for everyone.â @skatingannaâ
Barely giving Hans any thought, it wasnât until Elsaâs cold words were directed at her that Anna fully stopped. Blinking a few times, the corner of her lips twisted downwards into a frown as she watched her sister turn her attention away and towards Hans instead. Maybe she shouldnât have been discussing this type of thing in front of him and maybe she could have asked in a nicer way - but this was too big of a situation for her to just ignore and not talk about. Though with the way Elsa was reacting, Anna couldnât stop the moment of self-doubt and paranoid thought that perhaps this was going to push her back into seclusion. With that in her head now, the blonde suddenly became determined to change the topic and try to fix whatever mess she may have just unintentionally made. âOkay,â she agreed with an enthusiasm that was quite obviously forced. Watching her sister for a moment longer, Anna followed along after her lead, turning to the man and offering a smile at him before leaning down to tickle at his daughterâs stomach. âCome on, Hans. Today youâre going to learn the most precious Arendelle family secret - Motherâs hot chocolate. We should probably also try to find something for little Lily Rose too, huh?â @hansoftheislesâ
Nodding along as Elsa speaks, he tries to seem as interested as possible, doing his best to act as though heâs buying whatever nonsense sheâs spewing. âWell that really does sound interesting Elsa, weâll have to talk more about it later.â He lets the subject drop for now, the tension that radiates between the two sisters making it perfectly clear that they donât intend to talk about it for a second longer. âWow, you trust me enough to let me in on such an important secret?â Hans teases, laughing lightly. Heâs sure that the hot chocolate is hardly a serious secret (though he does know that Anna takes chocolate far too seriously), but itâs no question that sheâs grown to trust him even though she certainly shouldnât. âIâve got something for her in here.â He pats the diaper bag slung over his shoulder, knowing very well that itâs packed to the brim with anything he could possibly need. Thereâs no way Poppy would pass Lily Rose off to him for the night without making sure he had everything he could possibly need. âIs everything okay with you two?â Hans asks as he follows Anna to the kitchen, keeping his voice low in case Elsa is still in range to hear them. âYou both seem a little tense. Whatâs wrong?â While itâs unlikely that it will be this easy to get to the bottom of whatever secret theyâre hiding, this is as good a place as any to start. @elsarendelleâ
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âand your excuse for this time?â she asks, eyebrows raised as she quickly and easily brushes past the topic of his mother. candice had never once faulted him for struggling with his motherâs death, fully aware that it was one of the few relationships in his life he cherished. candice just personally could not relate. she was sorry it happened to him though. âi came here to yell at you.â with a small shrug of her shoulders she walks past him, plopping down on the couch and making herself at home. âIâll excuse your one word answers this time â and only this time.â
âIs my girlfriend also being in love with someone else not a good enough reason for you?â He tries his best to keep his tone light and conversational, as though the revelation hasnât been killing him this past week, though he suspects that sheâs able to see right through it. Sheâs always had a knack for calling him out on his shit. âWell then you can consider it a mission accomplished,â he chuckles, settling back down on the opposite side of the couch. As Ophelia jumps back up beside him, curling back up on the couch now that the source of the commotion seems to have calmed down, he scratches absentmindedly behind her ears. âIâll be sure to never give you one word answers again.â Itâs not a promise heâs likely to actually keep, though knowing how Candice gets when sheâs angry, itâs one that he certainly should.
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