So... I wrote something...
long story short, Meelu's oc posts inspired me to make one of my own! I felt awkward posting something from the very middle of the story so I wrote a tidbit from the very beginning!
I hope you enjoy what my brain scribbled down at 10 pm last night- lmao
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First Encounter
Adelaide swung her legs over her windowsill with a slight huff, frowning at how her backpack strap slid down her shoulder. She shoved it back up with another frown. Then she scooted off the windowsill and landed on the fire escape as quietly as she could. Which wasn’t too quiet. It was actually very loud. Though after a few seconds of standing still as a plank and listening for any noise from beyond her bedroom door, Adelaide determined that no one had heard it. Or had a second thought about the clambering.
She wasn’t about to fumble the opportunity either way, so she scrambled to climb the metal ladder and make her way to the roof.
The full moon was out tonight, shining down on the girl from far above. Adelaide gave it a glance and a smile. She wasn’t exactly sure if that was a good omen or not. Regardless, she appreciated it and continued on her way across her building’s roof.
Once she reached the edge, she made a quick hop from the concrete and onto the gravel of the next building over. The structures weren’t too far apart, so it didn’t take a master to do. Just someone with good joints. Lucky for Adelaide, she was still young enough to constitute for those.
On she went, stepping between roofs without a care in the world, listening to New York City’s nightlife all the while.
A dog’s bark, some car horns in this corner and that, a most likely drunken man’s cheerful shout, and, of course, a far off police siren. Never a dull night. It made Adelaide sigh contentedly.
Which was odd, but she didn’t think about it too much.
Finally, she reached a building only a few away from her own and decided to take root. Adelaide set down her backpack and pulled out her phone (She never trusted her pockets in fear of dropping it when out at night. Again..).
For a few minutes, she just sat up there, fiddling around on her own and taking a minute to relax herself. The day previous had been less than stellar for her and her siblings so it was a deserved rest.
No projects to work on at the moment, no need or want to listen to music, and no ideas for blueprint sketches, she relished in the moon light instead.
Adelaide took a seat beside a large roof turbine. That lengthy braid of hers was laid in her lap being fiddled with as she closed her eyes and took in the sounds around her. It was so peaceful. She probably could’ve fallen asleep right here.
Ironically it was just then that a large thud to her right startled Adelaide out of that thought.
With her fight or flight coming into play almost immediately, she ducked down with wide eyes and scrambled around the turbine, yanking her backpack with her. Her hiding spot wasn’t exactly ideal- hell it was shabby at best but that wasn’t Adelaide’s first thought in the moment. Another lighter thud was heard behind her. She set her bag in her lap and held her braid tight to her chest.
“Can we just think about this plan for a second??” What sounded like a teenage boy said, almost frantic.
Two more thumps sounded out on the roof, footsteps indicating they were getting closer to where Adelaide was. She was sweating bullets.
“What is there to think about? We’ve got the bugs and we’ve got the perfect way to dispose of them! I propose we think more about Leo’s apparent arachnophobia.” Another boy said, quickly followed by a few chuckles in different voices.
The boy from earlier seemed to groan. “For the last time- I don’t have aracno-whatever! I just don’t trust a woman that we met yesterday!” He exclaimed. Adelaide could imagine him throwing his hands in the air for some reason.
This gave her the insane idea to turn around and get a tiny peak of whoever had snuck up on her. Who else would be up on the roof at this time of night?? She didn’t usually see anyone else up here. With how hard they landed she could assume they jumped down from somewhere. Who would do that and not break an ankle!?
A deeper voice broke her out of her rabbit hole. “Listen- It’ll be fine! Like Donnie said, this is probably the best way to get rid of so many bugs at once! It’s a win-win.” He spoke as he walked around a bit.
Adelaide could feel his footsteps through the concrete.
This was making her even more curious. Maybe she would take that quick peak-
She stifled a yelp at the pain that spiked up through her scalp. After taking a few seconds to pause and make sure they hadn’t heard her (They were still bickering), she followed her hair down and right into one of the openings on the turbine. Damn it. A few tugs told her it was definitely stuck. She couldn’t even turn her head all the way!
The seemingly irritated boy scoffed. Then, a much younger sounding voice joined in. “Raph’s right, Leo! We’ll just drop off the bugs and be out of the Nexus before you can say arachnophobia!” He said semi-reassuringly.
“Even Mikey can say it!” That second voice said offendedly, the bigger one starting to cackle at them very loudly.
Adelaide had been listening and simultaneously trying to pull her hair out of the turbine in silent panic. But then she heard the word ‘Nexus’. Wasn’t that the name of that weird hotel a few blocks away? She had taken note of it on a few of her night walks.
“I still don’t trust her..” One of them grumbled, Adelaide imagining him crossing his arms.
The gruff voice groaned at him, taking a few steps to what she assumed was the edge of the building. “Whatever, Leo. Let’s just get home and make sure pops isn’t worrying about us. We’ll meet up with Big Mama tomorrow night.” With that, there was a big whoosh and then a thud further down, seemingly on a building lower down.
A few more shuffles followed. The same process of a jump and a landing happened two more times. Then there was the sound of a jet starting. The curious thrum faded down and away after a few quick seconds.
Adelaide looked either side of her without any movement. The four figures had left just as soon as they arrived, leaving Adelaide in a confused and oddly intrigued state. Oh, and her hair was still stuck.
Rather irritated about it, she decided to undo the large braid holding her hair up and slipped the strands out easily after that. Adelaide then stood up with tired knees. Those peculiar people were nowhere in sight.
Adelaide turned around to look up at the building with the neon ‘NEXUS HOTEL’ on the front. It was pretty easy to spot, actually. And not too far away.
She should be free tomorrow night.
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king baldwin iv x reader {“flowers of my love.”}
thinking about king baldwin iv again, and i have a personal (and also probably extremely ooc (pLEASE DONT COME FOR ME)) headcannon that he’s the type to gift you flowers;
dahlias and roses and stocks and orchids, camellias and amaryllis-es and hydeangeas and tulips, carnations and sunflowers and daisies.
his growing illness confines him to his chambers far too often, and, left alone in an aching solitude that baldwin thinks he should be used to now, he’ll read. and it’s through this - books upon books, pages upon pages, words upon words of so, so many stories he’ll never get to live through - that he discovers the language of flowers.
flowers for sadness, for fear, for anger, for hurt, for love- flowers for a whole language of feelings he doesn’t dare to confess to you.
so instead he leaves them in your chambers, the delicate things, (little confessions on their own) in silk cloth bouquets and pretty-necked vases, in twine-bound bunches and satin soft ribbons, never daring to give them to you in person.
(but, unbeknownst to him, you lovingly press them all.)
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