on the run | ana & kabes

[THURSTON alcott]

Alcott wandered aimlessly once, twice and even thrice, standing still at the wall before the bricks and stones moulded into a door and it slowly carved the entrance he was aiming for. The English man had been attempting strive by strive of entering, but his thoughts drove him in the wrong direction, leading to an empty room in the midst of nowhere instead of the exact habitation where he was supposed to be at. The bloke let his stuff rested within his hands for more than due, although his arms seemed to tremble a little shuddering lightly for supporting such heavy burden in them. Let’s face it, Alcott wasn’t the athlete that his seemingly bloated appearance projected, as he was more of a clumsy drawer that needn’t muscles to do what he needed to, thusly, carrying a box with heavy stuff wasn’t a cinch, as he couldn’t even consider it anything like it. A stack of boxes in his hands, the bloke was struggling not to fall or let them fall on the floor for his arms to finally succumb to the gravity – which would guarantee him a scolding from his soon-to-be-wife and his bubbly yet perilous friend Kabriel, whose wrath could be compared to a God’s.

Alcott gulped, just minding the thought as he re-adjusted his grip upon the boxes, making it harder to slip from it.

“Bloody room… if you may” he said, impatiently, just as the final detail of the door hewed itself before him, causing an entrance to shape. Alcott stood still for a moment before noticing he still had occupied hands that wouldn’t permit him twist the knob to shove the wooden object and let himself in. Decisions, decisions. The painter held his breath for a moment as he began feeling mardy, as slightly grouchy. He counted to 3, inwardly, just tipping the weight on one arm, momentarily, just as he used the free limb to push the door open, letting himself in and finding what he was longing for ever since he was carrying those heavy containers all the way from who-knows-where. “Informing I won’t be carrying any more objects in at least the next 3 hours… ” he mentioned with certain relief, gasping lightly through every breath as he intended something close to a speech. Once the order was set, he just neared the closest table and stow the stuff on it.

The Rouerie panted, finding his way to the settee where his beloved, along with his friend expected him. Alcott shunned the furniture just to encircle it, collapsing into the cushioned space beside Anastasia as he just inhaled profoundly, and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close to him as he stow a soft gentle kiss on her cheek. “Get married… they say… it’ll be fun… they say… you won’t turn into a slave” he was muttering to himself before turning his gaze towards her, blinking once or twice before chuckling lightly. “If only I didn’t love you this much” he craned his neck forward and sought for her lips to kiss her. From what he could glance at, they were scoping through a list of stuff, and Kabriel was just checking the stuff that was harboured safely in the vault.

“Why do we do this, again?” the bloke wasn’t exactly sure of the inventory and the necessity of such, but it was perhaps because he was a bloke after all, and such matters didn’t seem to be important to him, as to them, they were imperative.

[anastasia thurston]

tagged; alcott & kabriel -- outfit; here -- word count; 773

Wedding preparation had taken over the brunette’s life, it was official. While many of the Beauxbatons students were enjoying the fresh wave of summer weather that had covered the grounds, Anastasia had chosen to spend the day closed up in the Room of Requirement sorting out the mounting piles of stuff that had developed over the past week. Bringing Kabriel onto the planning squad – well, it was more of a trio – really helped to give Ana and Alcott and extra pair of hands in terms of organising. The warmer weather had reminded the brunette how close it was getting to the wedding itself and, like usual, Anastasia felt completely unprepared in every way possible. She had also resorted to her ‘what if?’ game where she thought up every terrible situation possible and planned for it. Holding her planning list close to her chest, she felt herself begin to pace around the room. It had felt like hours ago that she’d sent Alcott off to grab a few more boxes and he had still not returned. Losing her soon-to-be husband to boxes – not exactly the way she expected him to go.

Anastasia glanced over the boxes - boxes that were scattered around the Room of Requirement in some form of organised chaos that Kabriel and herself had developed over the past few days – as the door began to form in the wall behind them. ‘Alcott…’ the brunette pondered to herself with a slight smug grin on her face, turning round on the spot where she was standing as she waited for him to walk in. “Being mardy as usual, I see,” Ana commented as she stuck her tongue out at him from across the room, “Didn’t think it would take you that long to get those boxes. Did you not think about levitating them? Y’know, Wingardium Leviosa and all that…” Refraining from bursting out into giggles, the brunette beamed a smile across to Alcott before dropping down onto the sofa and curling up into the cushions. Her eyes were diverted down to the list that lay in her hands as Alcott dropped down onto the settee next to her, causing Ana to bounce slightly where she sat. As she felt his arm wrap around her, Ana couldn’t help but snuggle into his side like usual as she tried to get comfortable on settee. The muttering that emerged from Alcott’s lips caught her attention, causing Anastasia to turn her head to him with a smile. Even though it had been years that she had heard the words, her cheeks still flushed at any mention of the words ‘love you’. A bit surreal to say that she had spent the past fortnight planning out a wedding but that was just Ana. As he leaned towards her, she took a quick guess at the ultimate goal and decided to step in. She placed her hand on the side of his neck for a moment as she pulled herself up slightly, allowing her to place a quick peck on his lips. “I love you too,” she responded with a smile as her eyes glanced back down at the list.

After the past week, Ana had almost grown attached to the small jotted list in her handwriting that she had developed with the help of Kabriel one night. Anastasia had to be organised at a time like this, especially for a day like a wedding where it’s one shot, hit or miss. “For organisation, love,” the brunette remarked in response to Alcott’s enquiry, “I’d hate to miss or forget anything. I’d be kicking myself for the rest of my life if I did!” Maybe a bit dramatic, but it was true. A wedding was a day to be remembered and – especially with Anastasia’s mind – she’d remember each mistake in the planning and organisation. Might as well get it right first time than regret it for the next sixty plus years. Hopping out of Alcott’s cuddle and off the sofa, the brunette straightened out her green dress and black cardigan before rolling up her sleeves. Pulling out her wand, Ana casted the levitation incantation and brought one of the boxes Alcott had carried in to the table in front of her – allowing her to open up the flaps and check the contents before ticking off each item on the list. After a few ticks, she closed up the box and levitated it across to the corresponding pile in the room. “See? Ten times easier!” Ana remarked, glancing across at her fiancé before repeating the process with the next box. “You going to help, or has carrying boxes tired you out?”

[kabriel lilly]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 320px; height: 330px;] chasing relentlessly, YOU ARE THE PIECE OF ME I WISH I DIDN'T NEED

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Kabes had spent almost all of the previous night reading bridal magazines she bought from Paris by candlelight. She stayed up long after the sun had set and arose only once the sun was fully above her in the new day's sky. It was a beautiful, summer day and she knew what it held for her. She had woken up with her face plastered against one of the pages of a particularly trendy muggle magazine that had some tips for weddings, summer ones in particular. She tucked some hair behind her ear as she peeled her cheek off the page and quickly flipped through a few more. She had dog-eared all the pages that she found interesting to her and padded off to the bathroom to ready herself for the work that faced her in the coming hours. The Knowles-Thurston wedding was approaching and already she knew that she had to make wedding invitations to those who were invited, help Anastasia with other wedding DIY's and figure out where and how they will do the ceremony and reception. It was all so confusing. For Gene's wedding, Kabriel had thankfully joined in only at the last minute and managed to see that Gene and Silas had decided on having the wedding on the grounds. It was beautiful, but she wondered if Ana and Alcott would rather have theirs in the Rue de Paradis, or perhaps a more intimate ceremony by the ocean off of the Boutiques. It was all the little details that had her head swirling in confusion.

She managed to return to her room, fully intact and ready with her hair up in a messy ponytail-bun concoction. She grabbed her bag and stuffed it to the brim with the magazines, all the dog eared pages sticking out among other things. She tucked her wand into the mess on her head and made her way towards the room of requirement. On the way, she snapped her fingers and a house elf appeared, walking briskly beside her. In its squeaky tone, it asked her what she requested and Kabes asked for some fresh baguette and brie to be sent out to the room of requirement where she would be. The house elf bowed as it walked and with a loud Pop!, disappeared in a puff of smoke. Now she knew she didn't have much time as she head towards the room. She closed her eyes and walked around a few times, asking it to find Anastasia and Alcott for the wedding. She felt a slight breeze and opened her eyes to find the door. She twisted the handle and nearly poked her head in before she heard a loud pop and once again, the house elf appeared with a silver tray of freshly cut baguette, still steaming, and some brie that looked wonderful beside it. She licked her lips eagerly and thanked the elf graciously, planting a kiss atop its bald head. It blushed and popped away. She smiled and fully opened the door, poking her head in. "Hey love birds, I brought us some snacks!" she trilled as she sauntered on in, closing the door behind her. She nearly tripped on some boxes that were in her way before making her way over to Anastasia and Alcott, the lovers who were the most perfect pair in the world. She smiled at them and placed the tray on one of the unopened boxes beside them. She fell on the couch beside them, totally ruining their alone time.

"You two are so mushy, I feel like buzzkill." she joked, shaking her head. She picked up the clipboard from Anastasia's lap and went through the list of things that were checked off. So far, things were going smoothly and thankfully Anya hadn't gone all crazy yet. Not that she would, she was mostly a calm person, but it was likely that on wedding day, everyone's stress levels would most certainly be augmented. She blew some hair out of her eyes and then pulled out the wedding magazines. "I found a few ideas for center pieces if you were interested," she plopped them onto the lap of the bride-to-be and groaned, grabbing a piece of bread. "I couldn't choose, so everything that's dog eared is basically what I managed to find," she laughed, knowing full well that a vast majority of the magazines had many, many pages that could be looked at. "But, it shouldn't be hard to narrow things down. Rip out the pages of things that you like, and I can whip something up!" she chirped, at this point relaxing fully into the couch. "Wedding planning is making me super tired." she added, giggling.

TAGGED: anastasia knowles & alcott thurston
NOTES: so exited for their wedding!

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[THURSTON alcott]

“Being mardy isn’t usual in me” he shook his head in confusion, as if she didn’t know he was more of a easy-going nonchalant bloke with no concernings to pother him. “There should be more practical ways to do it though” he retorted, with hint of sloth plastered to his words. As being practical, men knew that sometimes, some things were overdone, and weddings topped the list. Wasn’t it simpler to just marry below an oak with some chairs allotted through the field and some brief ceremony? No! They needed the magnificence of the event, replicated on every single table they occupied for everyone to see how special the day was. Loving and kind as he was, he couldn’t do anything but to comply to any demand Anastasia threw at him. “Mind me not for a second... perhaps minute... perhaps hour” he mumbled, letting his sore muscles spoke for him as he hadn’t exactly figured a better way to convey the objects to their destination without implicating physical efforts. Sometimes, the bloke neglected he was still a wizard, and that magic was there to aid him if needed.

“Horses are coming” Alcott said before placing a cushion on his face, craning his neck backwards as it fell on the settee’s rim, adjusting to the shape as he sensed Anastasia raising up to her feet and standing before the boxes as she made them hover. Alcott decided to omit her comment on using levitation spells instead of carrying all the way from the stash, but it was perhaps that she had forgone his mentality as he had been raised in the muggle’s customs instead. “I see how easy it is...” he jested, obviously not looking at her performing the spell, but knowing the outcome nonetheless. He just slant his head comfortably as he breathed profoundly, hearing the door crack open again to see the flash of a flustered girl with a plate replete of food once he removed the cushion from himself, tossing it off beside him as to make it seem like Anastasia was still seated there, when she wasn’t. Alcott just gazed at Kabriel? was that her name? The bloke couldn’t exactly recall, but the name rang some bells and Anastasia seemed to talk a lot of her, so she must be her. “Mild of you serving us the catering, Kabriel” the bloke’s features lit up with a huge grin as he snatched a portion of baguette and tore a morsel with his teeth. He bit once or twice as he munched on it before ending the portion, just as he disposed himself to grab another, he just watched the stacks of magazines drawing out of her bag, stowed on the cushions which simulated to be Ana’s lap, from where she grabbed the list - Maybe she was too distraught to notice she was standing around, busy with boxes. “Oh well... I’m just a bloke... I presume this is a girls’ cinch” he hoisted both hands to the air as he feigned dementia when Ana just stared at him for not paying the due attention to her.

Alcott leapt on his feet before darting towards the girl, embracing her from behind as he stuffed out his pocket, pulling his wand off as he just faced the endless clusters of boxes, getting closer to see their contents as he murmured at Ana’s ears. “I believe you should help Kabriel out with the decoration, I can cope with yelling random object names and wait for the check” the englishman wrapped both hands around her waist from behind, resting his chin lightly on her shoulder as he kissed her cheek softly, convincing her to let him do the dirty job. If it worked, Anastasia could just settled down beside her friend and sort things out for embellishing the atmosphere of the great celebration. “Feel free to go... I won’t ruin it” as she turned around to front him, he crossed his heart with his free hand, aiming his eyes into the boxes ahead, shunning the girl as he commenced exploring the depths. Rummaging inside, the bloke extracted some cutlery pieces and some plates, collocating them neatly on the flat surface as he made the comptabilisation of each item, along with description and scrawled upon a paper that lied on the table. “Two hundred silver forks... Wait... one is smaller than the other... I believe it’s one hundred each” he stated loudly, making sure she would listen to him and confide him the task - for the most convincing he could seem to be like.