rose-coloured glasses // petelia!
Feb 23, 2021 1:46:13 GMT -5
Post by ✨ zozo. on Feb 23, 2021 1:46:13 GMT -5
Stumbling into the Mutt-Maker's floor is, well, exactly how Astrid imagined. Scary-looking people with jawlines that tell her she doesn't want to meet them alone in a dark alley on one side, nerds on the other slamming information into computers and running simulation after simulation.
She picks the nerds.
"Petelia?" one of them snorts, not looking up from their transparent screens. "Back there, you'll know her desk when you see it," nothing but a lazy poke of their thumb over their shoulder. Astrid doesn't blame them - she still looks like an intern.
"Right, uh, thanks?" a mumble, they're not paying attention anyway. The youngest Gamemaker in a decade, the echo of Flickerman in the back of her head making her shudder, saunters past desks until a bright pink wall with washi tape drawings pinned into the plaster comes into view.
"Miss Quartz?" Astrid squeaks, imposter syndrome hammering in her chest when wide-eyed admins gawp at the nerve of this girl simply waltzing up to one of the greatest mutt-makers of all time. Legacy across generations, written in her DNA to become a Gamemaker.
And then there is Astrid, accidentally in her seat because a man died and left the throne to her, standing with her feet angled inwards and gnawing on her bottom lip.
"Um, I'm Astrid, and uh-"
That gets a few more pairs of eyes, a familiar reaction her name has started to cause. She wishes people would kick the habit, almost as much as she wishes she couldn't hear the whispers that follow.
"I wanna hire you?" high-pitched and too fast, a question mark in the place of a full stop, she's shit at this. Everyone in this office knows it, all eyes on her and her now-yellow hair. Legacy, being awkward and terribly underqualified is Astrid Zane's.
Why the fuck did Jeremiah leave her this? What a sick, fucked up practical joke.
He could of just haunted her instead, the bastard.— ★ —