still right before the crash // closed

[meera hausser']

With a muffled sigh, Meera slowly opened her eyes, stretching her arms as she woke to the uncanny sound of silence. Moussing her strawberry locks with one hand she used the other to push herself up into a seated position, taking a moment to gather her surroundings. Blinking curiously, she was surprised to find herself curled in the cushions of one of the common rooms chairs. Meera rubbed a hand across her eyes, wondering how it was she had fallen asleep here in the first place. Earlier, before she had fallen asleep the room had been buzzing with activity, students roaming in and out of the corridors and sharing bits of passing conversation. All the while, she’d settled herself in the corner with a mug of tea and a notepad, scribbling down phrases she’d hope would turn into a song. Now the only thing that remained was her, a note pad, and a half empty mug. The silence in the room was almost unbearable, as there was not even the crackle of a fire, which she found comfortably soothing in the depths of winter. It was surprising she had let herself fall asleep to the lull of conversation, as that was the thing she most often sought to be around.


Shaking her head, she slid her feet down to the ground, clad in only a pair of white socks. Moving to grab her notepad, she wondered how long she’d been sleeping, not only was it surprising that she had fallen asleep but that no one had made a move to wake her. The pad itself was empty, for the most part, with only a few phrases scattered across the page. It had been sometime since she had last written anything substantial. With a sigh, she closed the notepad, turning her eyes instead to the wide open window at the center of the room. The day had long since faded into darkness, the soft pale light of the moon being the only shield from the black night skies.


With a sigh, she rose from the chair smoothing her plaid pajama pants over her leg, taking the half empty mug in her hand and started out the door. Having slept for the last few hours, she now felt as though she couldn’t comfortably retreat to her dorm room for the night. If anything a walk would help to settle her mind and she could return the mug to the kitchens, even though she knew that the elves would have taken care of it anyways – if anything she’d just needed something to do. The corridors were quiet and her feet barely created a sound as she maneuvered her way through the palace walls, so instead she hummed softly to herself, her eyes ever wary for any sign of movement.


A smile was reflected on her features as soon as the painting came into view, the same vegetables she had remembered from before. Raising her index finger she lightly tickled the carrot and waited for it to turn into a handle. As soon as it revealed herself she quickly pulled open the passageway and let herself inside. Once inside she knew she wouldn’t be quick to leave, overwhelmed with the scent of fresh brownies. Immediately forgetting why she’d come down here in the first place, Meera took a place on a nearby stool, leaving the mug forgotten beside her, instead picking brownies from a plate of an excited elf.

closed// Niklas & Santeri

[santeri hekkinen]

It really just wasn't happening for him. After tossing and turning, and almost falling out of bed, he stopped and just settled with staring at the ceiling for what seemed like a lot of minutes. Shifting to his side, he sighed, observing his room for something even remotely worth doing. It was pretty late at night, so most people were probably in bed. Or... lurking around the building waiting for unsuspecting fellow students to drift on by - the vampires and other supernatural creatures of the school, he suspected. Come to think of it, he hadn't actually come across many who fit into that category, save for his best buddy, Niklas. It was kinda weird, heck it made him almost temped to get out of bed and investigate, but no. He decided the best place for him was bad, despite having a long term case of insomnia that allowed him no sleep from night to night. He still tried his best anyway. It was what was normal, after all.

Deciding to work his mind a little to try and get to sleep that way, he picked up the textbook by his bedside table. Arithmancy. Terrible choice of book to use as bedside material, especially when it was his least favourite subject. Really now, who would want to work with numbers anyway? Even if they did have magical uses compared to what muggles and humans used them for. So he opened the book, letting his eyes scanned the pages, and a sigh that was more exasperated than the last escaped him. It was no use. He lightly closed the book before replacing it on the table again, then moved into a sitting position on the bed. What to do now? There didn't seem to be much point going for a nightly walk outside, though last time he did so it was more eventful than he had imagined. Then he made the decision to at least get a snack or something, maybe then he'd feel tired enough to go to sleep. Maybe, just maybe. He didn't have many hopes riding on this idea though.

Santeri seized his sneakers from where he left them next to his bed and put them on before standing up. At the moment he was only wearing a black shirt, shorts and now some footwear; seemed like enough to get by as he made his way to the kitchens. So long as he didn't run into any teachers, that was. That would have been perfectly awkward to say the least, though he wouldn't know unless it actually happened. Quietly, he left the dorm and made his way to the common room. He didn't really have to be so quiet though, as there was no life forms in sight; didn't always pay to not be cautious at all times though. It wasn't really that far to the dining room and the kitchens from there, which was good, the less of a trip in the attire he was wearing the better. As he moved he let out a small yawn and moved his hand to quickly smooth down his hair a bit, which was sticking out at all angles. Really now, it looked as if he had just woken up compared to not being able to sleep at all.

Before he knew it he'd reached his destination, though to his slight surprise the wall with the painting - otherwise known as the door - leading to the kitchens was slightly ajar, and when he poked his head inside, it was occupied. A girl in pajamas was snacking on brownies, funny thing was that he knew this girl. "Meera!" he said enthusiastically, saying her name as loud as he dared, grinning at her as he walked into the room and stopped before he could reach her. What did he come here for again? He looked up to the ceiling thoughtfully as a small cluster of house elves surrounded him. "Ah, right! Warm chocolate milk, if you please!" he finally said, smiling faintly at the elves before turning back to Meera. "Didn't expect you out this late. Must say though, love your pajamas, they suit you very nicely." He walked towards her a bit more and turned to rest his arm on the surface she was sitting next to. His eyes clearly having spotted something that also looked nice. Santeri's eyes flicked towards the girl and then the brownies, as if asking a non-verbal plea of permission. Sometimes facial expressions and actions spoke louder than words, after all.

TAGGED . meera and niklas!
WORDS . 753
NOTES . ♥ you both! xD

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[niklas l'armour]

It was almost a year ago when he woke up all alone with a note left next to him that only had one word written on it; goodbye. Perhaps he should be proud of himself for surviving for this long after everything that happened that day and after that although it wasn’t really thanks to himself. He should thank Santeri for getting back on course after Lucia had left. Definitely thanks to his best friend. Otherwise he would still be on a killing spree and half-population of earth would be gone, and with such actions he wouldn’t have only endangered himself, but also every single vampire on earth, because for sure hunters would have started their own slaughtering quite fast. Lucky for him he didn’t need to be responsible for anything like that, because Santeri had saved him from breaking down that bad. Sure he had fallen quite deep and hit the bottom, it had been terrifying, but he had been able to climb back up and not cause too much trouble.

Quietly he rolled a silver ring between his index finger and thumb while staring in the distance deep in his thoughts. He was somewhere in the Enhanced Woods, sitting on a thick branch high up in a pine tree. He couldn’t help but to wonder what Lucy (that’s what he always called her unless they were having a serious conversation) was up to from time to time and the thought whether she ever thought about him bothered him a lot. It shouldn’t anymore, but it did. He knew it was completely normal that he often thought about her although he was sure that if she now appeared he would never be able to forgive her and he definitely wouldn’t get back with her, but he would just want answers to his questions that kept him awake at night.

Ok, it was enough of moping for the night. With ease he dropped himself down completely unharmed before he already started heading back towards the palace. Perhaps he should try and get some sleep, although he wasn’t feeling all that tired. He came to other thoughts though after he had arrived inside the palace and a familiar scent lingered around. Santeri had walked past here a moment ago for sure. Oh, and a second scent; Meera. His other eyebrow arched as he became curious about why these two were sneaking around this late at night and he decided that he definitely should crash their party. Fun idea!

Too bored to walk and feeling impatient he just appeared in a flash in front of the painting that would lead into the kitchen and could hear Santeri’s voice, but he had to disappointedly roll his eyes, because his best friend seemed to have next to zero flirting skills. Complimenting her pajamas, really? But if she was wearing pajamas they probably hadn’t planned the meeting and just happened to meet there unless… well, unless Santeri was stalking Meera. He shrugged at his own thoughts, not sure if it was likely for Santeri to stalk anyone before he pretty much jumped in the room, hoping to startle them a bit, but still not being lame and yelling “boo” or anything. “What in earth guys? Having a food party without me? I’m a bit disappointed in you both. You better tell me my invitation got lost in the mail.” Without hesitation he walked over to them, grabbed the brownie from Meera’s hand and took a bite of it before letting his elbow rest on Santeri’s shoulder. “So… what’s with the secret meeting you two? I’m not cockblocking or anything, am I?” He smirked widely, winked his eye before taking another bite of the brownie while feeling quite pleased that he got a chance to tease these two before going to sleep.

notes: i'm sorry, hope this is ok XD he's horrible... /dies

[meera hausser']

Meera!

A smile curled on her lips as she heard her name ring out across the kitchen, the voice distinctly familiar. As she turned to greet her company, she finished the last of her brownie, taking a moment to lick the melted chocolate from her fingers. Raising a brow she watched as he sauntered across the room, pausing only to ask the cluster of elves for a glass of warm milk. Well come on. She said, her brow raised suggestively as she beckoned him to come closer with a pull of her finger. Meera’s smile grew with each step until he finally stopped at the counter, leaning casually against the counter beside her, supporting his weight on his arm. I’ve told you before, you can only expect the unexpected when it comes to me.She teased, resting her palms on the counter as she leaned forward closing the space between them, brushing her lips against his cheek. She was pleased to be in Santeri’s company, considering she’d spent the evening in solitude. Solitude was not something she found herself in often. Meera was most often eager for company, drawn to it just as a moth was to flame. You like them? Raising her blue gaze to meet his own, she ran her fingers over the soft material. I was just thinking I should have opted for shorts.

Moving from her place on the stool, she flashed a smile in his direction. Don’t you think so? Or are they really as suiting as you say? She asked, spinning slightly as she reached across the counter, taking another brownie in hand before taking another step in his direction. She couldn’t help but laugh, as his gaze fell to the brownies only to return to her a silent plea in his eyes. By all means help yourself. I wouldn’t deprive you of something so delicious. Waving the brownie before his face, letting him inhale the sweet scent, she smiled before biting into the soft brownie. If you don’t mind sharing, that is. She teased, lifting the brownie to his lips as she took yet another step in his direction.

Meera felt herself jump slightly as another voice beckoned through the doorway, having appeared from seemingly nowhere. Rolling her eyes, she turned her gaze on Niklas, striding towards the pair of them from the doorway. Of the pair, Niklas always had a way of catching her off guard. In fact, she was fairly certain it was a game of his. She’d only caught him by surprise once and she was sure it had only been because he’d been clearly distracted. His presence in the room, made everything just a little bit sweeter. It was humorous that the three of them should find their way to same place at such an odd hour. Ashe shook her head, a crooked smile taking over her features, as Niklas plucked the brownie from her hands and away from Santeri’s waiting lips. I suppose you’ll have to share with Niklas as well. She said slyly, raising a brow as Niklas rested his arm on Santeri’s shoulder, biting into the sweet snack.

Not c*ck blocking, but you did just deprive Santeri of his dessert. She teased, her eyes glancing at each of them in turn. It was unfair really, how handsome the pair of them were. Meera wasn’t usually one to play at relationships, but she supposed this wasn’t much of one. She loved their company, but when it came down to it she knew that both their interests lay elsewhere. If anything that only served to heighten her playful nature with the two. They were so unalike, yet so distinctly similar. It must have been those pesky owls. I can never seem to get you both at once. She said with an innocent shrug of her shoulder. Or maybe I only sent one. I really have a dreadful memory. You really must forgive me. She said, knowing full and well that she’d not gone as far to send either of the two a message. And you know you’re always welcome Niklas. She added, flicking a finger against his chest.


closed// Niklas & Santeri
notes// awe, I just love you all ♥

[santeri hekkinen]

As he leaned oh so casually against the counter, Meera in the same way brushed lips against his cheek his breath caught in his throat, almost in surprise, though why should he have been surprised or even remotely caught off guard? As usual, this was how Meera was and why she was always such a joy to be around. As she fingered her pajama bottoms, his eyes were once again drawn downwards, and he could feel his cheeks flush slightly. It was a slightly embarrassing conversation to have, he had to admit to himself, and for them to be meeting like this in the dead of night... in their sleeping attire... well, almost anyone would have gotten the wrong idea from it. "Shorts would be a good improvement," he agreed, quickly glancing up to meet her gaze, and then smirked. "Although we can both agree that a night gown would be a tad more your style." He really could just see an imagery of Meera wearing such clothes in the dead of night, much less than what she was wearing now anyhow. He quickly stopped those thoughts though. What was he becoming, some kind of pervert? That was usually Niklas's thing, not his. He was allowed the occasional bout of fun every now and then though, so why not let it be tonight while no one else was around. "'course I don't mind whatever you wear, they're still cute,"

[/color] he added self consciously as he watched her climb off the stool in order to secure herself another brownie.

Her next words were quite literally the gift of permission! He turned excitably towards the plate, but his gaze and senses were soon drawn by the single brownie she was wafting in front of his face. Such a tease, he thought with an amused smirk, watching as she bit in to the chocolate treat before offering him a bite. It just wasn't meant to be though, the romance between him and that single brownie. Before it was snatched up and... for the most part consumed. Twitching to the side after hearing the voice and instantly recognizing it, he almost crashed into Niklas who had randomly appeared. Although, now that he recalled, it all hadn't happened so suddenly. The vampire had made his presence known as soon as he walked in through the door; Santeri's attention had been so focused on something else that he hadn't noticed the boy until he was right beside him. However, what he did notice besides the disappearance was the brownie, was the sudden weight of Niklas' arm on his shoulder.

With a small pout and a little glare shooting in the vampire's direction, Santeri lashed his hand out at the boy's hand which was nursing the brownie, making him let go of it. As it propelled into the air, Santeri swiped it up and disposed of it into his own mouth. "Ahaaaahh!!!" he said loudly, as if he just performed the greatest trick on earth. ... .... Which sadly wasn't. He felt more fulfilled though after eating what remained of the brownie, despite it being passed around twice before it got to him. After that little show though, Santeri contently nudged Niklas's arm aside - if not slightly roughly, this was a vampire after all - and leaned against his chest. Better. "Only you would think about bursting into someone's room intending to catch them in the act, Nikkii," he murmered, half rolling his eyes at the thought. God knows if the boy came in charging into the kitchens yelling about cockblocking, what would he be doing launching himself into other people's rooms. "Besides, we all know that you're never the invitee, just the gate crasher." he smirked, as he shoved himself away from the other boy and took a steps backwards so that the three of them were in a small triangular shape.

"But tell me," he started, as an afterthought. "What are you doing here, Niklas? Come to get midnight snacks like the rest of us? That doesn't seem very vampiric, unless we're next on your menu." With that he slowly moved so he was standing behind Meera, reaching out and separating a few curling tendrils of light hair from the rest. He casually observed both of their reactions as he did so, a grin slowly forming as he reached forwards again to gently push more of her long locks aside to caress her neck. "Well, if I was a vampire, I'd know what I'd want." He chuckled slightly, eyes flaring up with a renewed teasing spirit, as well as a little hint of a challenge. If all three of them were here, and there were no set goals in mind, what better way to pass the time than with some kind of game. As to what, he didn't have that in mind yet. It was always best to make up their own rules in the end though, after all.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

TAGGED . meera and niklas!
WORDS . 822
NOTES . hope it isn't too much ><; content wise, i mean lol.

CREDIT . this lovely template was made by Arro from Caution 2.0. and features lyrics belonging to the oh so amazing Jason Mraz. please leave all of this credit stuff in tact and leave a link for Miss Roro here if you are going to be using this anywhere.