( for eda, the concept of "office hours" was something she seemed to only very loosely grasp. she always took the time to list her office hours, but they didn't actually mean anything. they were just nice lettering. whether or not eda could be found in her office is based entirely on the positioning of the stars, the strength of the wind, and the tail feather of a turkey. her students have already pretty much learned to grab professor clawthorne (of mythology & folklore studies) whenever she was present.
rather than hope she might be in her office.
which, remarkably, is exactly where she is today. the thing that her students don't know is that she tends to end up in her office whenever she is trying to do something she wants to keep hidden from others. usually her kid. he's a good kid. she doesn't want to worry him too much.
then her door cracks open and she freezes, her single hand wedged between two books on her bookshelf. )
Hey.
( nonchalantly or attempting to. eda looks a little sweaty. )
What's up? I'm just cleaning a little.
ii. (AU) Sunset Falls – "Home"
( in reality, eda had only just moved into a nice little house in sunset falls through the help of a handful reliable humans who were kind enough to begin greasing the wheels for her. it had landed her a home in the human realm. she had a lot of complicated feelings about that that she isn't quite ready to address yet.
thankfully, it wasn't relevant anymore. she's not living in a haunted house in a version of the human realm that's missing its most important human—no, she's lived here for the last handful of years in her father's old hometown with her kid. well, her son. adoptive son. her godson. her kid.
it didn't matter what he was called. he's been family from the day his parents had named her the godparent. before the incident. before custody was given over to her.
what matters is figuring out whether or not he's the culprit for the mess on the driveway. she assumes it's meant to be art, but it looks like little more than a mess of chalky colours and lines.
was it supposed to? )
What do you think it is?
( she asks, looking over at the other person attempting to decipher the mystery artwork on the driveway. )
Two bears high-fiving?
( or maybe they were dancing. . . ? )
iii. (AU) Grocery Store – f i g h t
( the best part about valentine's day wasn't the holiday. no, forget that. who needed anything as mushy and romantic as valentine's day? it was just a capitalist conspiracy.
the best part was the d i s c o u n t c h o c o l a t e.
her first order of the day, that being the day after valentine's, is hit the grocery store. maybe a few. who knows! the wind will guide her, guide her into getting her hand on fistfuls of chocolate.
except there is an enemy.
a vile, despicable cretin who dares to be taking the last of the clearance chocolate. immediately eda is leaning over the bin, swiping her hand towards the individual and their armfuls of her chocolate. )
Hey, hey, hey! Get your grubby mitts of my chocolate! Can't you see I only have one arm?
( not a free pass, actually!
not going to stop her from trying it though. she could really use some backup. )
iii. Wildcard – Give Me Your Best Shot!
(( ooc: plotting comment here. you're welcome to hit me up there. or hit me with whatever, i'll roll with it. live deliciously. ))
edalyn clawthorne 🦉 the owl house 🦉 hoot hoot, ota
rather than hope she might be in her office.
which, remarkably, is exactly where she is today. the thing that her students don't know is that she tends to end up in her office whenever she is trying to do something she wants to keep hidden from others. usually her kid. he's a good kid. she doesn't want to worry him too much.
then her door cracks open and she freezes, her single hand wedged between two books on her bookshelf. )
Hey.
( nonchalantly or attempting to. eda looks a little sweaty. )
What's up? I'm just cleaning a little.
( in reality, eda had only just moved into a nice little house in sunset falls through the help of a handful reliable humans who were kind enough to begin greasing the wheels for her. it had landed her a home in the human realm. she had a lot of complicated feelings about that that she isn't quite ready to address yet.
thankfully, it wasn't relevant anymore. she's not living in a haunted house in a version of the human realm that's missing its most important human—no, she's lived here for the last handful of years in her father's old hometown with her kid. well, her son. adoptive son. her godson. her kid.
it didn't matter what he was called. he's been family from the day his parents had named her the godparent. before the incident. before custody was given over to her.
what matters is figuring out whether or not he's the culprit for the mess on the driveway. she assumes it's meant to be art, but it looks like little more than a mess of chalky colours and lines.
was it supposed to? )
What do you think it is?
( she asks, looking over at the other person attempting to decipher the mystery artwork on the driveway. )
Two bears high-fiving?
( or maybe they were dancing. . . ? )
( the best part about valentine's day wasn't the holiday. no, forget that. who needed anything as mushy and romantic as valentine's day? it was just a capitalist conspiracy.
the best part was the d i s c o u n t c h o c o l a t e.
her first order of the day, that being the day after valentine's, is hit the grocery store. maybe a few. who knows! the wind will guide her, guide her into getting her hand on fistfuls of chocolate.
except there is an enemy.
a vile, despicable cretin who dares to be taking the last of the clearance chocolate. immediately eda is leaning over the bin, swiping her hand towards the individual and their armfuls of her chocolate. )
Hey, hey, hey! Get your grubby mitts of my chocolate! Can't you see I only have one arm?
( not a free pass, actually!
not going to stop her from trying it though. she could really use some backup. )
(( ooc: plotting comment here. you're welcome to hit me up there. or hit me with whatever, i'll roll with it. live deliciously. ))