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florian !

florian is startled by another pound on his door, LOUDER, brash, demanding of his attention. and a long and exasperated sigh leaves his lips. the first thought flashing through his mind is “did no one teach this girl some manners?”. but he knows better than to yell it out loud so he restores to bring his joint back to his lips, taking a long drag as he waits for the storm to pass. yet it doesn’t. he can hear her on the other side of the door. jostling around, huffing, exasperated. he can sense it. as if they were connected. 

he hears her complain one more time and he smiles, genuinely smiles. it’s all too amusing and almost adorable that he is finally getting up from the small couch were he was too busy sulking, leaving the joint behind in the little coffee table. his father would surely kill him if he gave weed to his little girl. he moves quietly, he doesn’t want to alert her, he doesn’t want her to know that he is right there, and then, in a quick movement he opens the door fully. “yes, i am fully aware,” he replies, looking down at her. the most somber look in his face. he figures dealing with her might be the best way to get rid of her, as soon as possible. “what do you want?”

gwen mirrored flo, letting out a dramatic sigh that gradually became a groan. maybe she was being stupid, showing up at the worst time and expecting to be received nonetheless. it also told her -- almost demanded -- to be reasonable, to quit wasting her time and simply sneak up on flo once he let his whole recluse schtick slip. he had to come out, didn’t he? 

   she pressed an ear against the door, just as she had seen the characters do in movies, naïvely counting on the trick to aid her hearing. another sigh escaped her at the failure of said move. ‘fine’, gwen whispered to herself, ‘it’s whatever’. she was about to turn around and walk away, still bitter at granting him this victory ( as small as it was ), when flo appeared before her like an act of dark magic. the sudden motion caused her to take a step back and let out a somewhat suffocated gasp only gwen herself took notice of. ‘rookie move,’ she thought to herself. 

   “wow, how kind to grace us with your presence, your majesty,” she retorted, cheeks now faintly red in subtle embarrassment. it had almost -- ALMOST -- escaped her what it was that she’d come looking for. 

   “you didn’t answer my question ---- what are you doing in there?” she persisted, mostly out of that mixture of spite and delighted annoyance resulting in her amusement. “didn’t avoiding me and beau already get boring?” and was it just her or did his room smell funnily herbal?

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mora‌ !

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Mora leaned closer to Gwen, her lips curled up into small smile. “Must be a even smaller island than I thought. Not that I am particularly upside that I keep running into you.” She said. “It’s probably one of the best parts of the island if I’m being honest with myself.” It was a joke, mostly, but she had never tried to deny the pull she felt towards Gwen. 

gwen found herself mirroring mora’s smile naturally, basking in the delight and sheer joy that came to her around such familiar a face. “it’s a small world, isn’t it?” she shrugged, nonchalantly. a youthful giggle escaped her lips-- “awww. well, to say i don’t like seeing you around would be an obvious lie. i don’t think the island would be as fun as it is if you were not around to enjoy it all with,” gwen remarked, admittedly blushing at mora’s comment as much of a joke it was. “how’s your research program going?”

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hanna !

     there was a golden haze around the view hanna was admiring, around couples and champagne glasses that seemed to hum with an energy she only barely recognized. the night itself was resounding with a frequency she could feel her soul singing along to and she didn’t wish it to end. she indulged in the entire scene, drink in hand, eccentric gown and fanciful painted on mask making her feel much too ethereal for her own good.

     she was watching the dance floor, eyeing with some amount of envy the happy couples. she’d made some interesting choices in her own coupling recently and while she wasn’t ashamed she was concerned it could cause drama she didn’t intend. but all good intentions led to the same place. 

    lost in her own head she brushed against another and while nothing was spilled it still felt – substantial. the offender was familiar in a way she couldn’t describe, and of course because she had brushed elbows like this with her before. always fleeting moments, escaping her before she could think to grasp them. she set her glass down so this time her hands were free to reach, to hold. “no, no spills, dress is safe.” she said in a soft voice, almost breathless at just how lovely gwen was in every setting and scenario. how was that possible? 

the moment gwen’s eyes met hanna’s ----- their characteristic sparkle, the ability they possessed to make gwen quiver like a dandelion in the face of the breeze ----- she felt herself blush like a young girl. she thanked the gods once more for allowing her to at least see hanna in her splendor during the masquerade ball ( though gwen would’ve preferred avoiding almost spilling her drink over it ). the guilt of the possibility made her shut her eyes, shaking her head as if to shake the embarrassment off. 

   “i’m glad. you look... wow, you look stunning,” gwen smiled, her eyes tracing the outline the gown. under the chandeliers, amidst the soft lullaby composed of a distant waltz and absentmindedly joyous laughter, hanna looked like a mythical royal in the flesh. there was a celestial air to her, the kind that wanted so desperately to convince gwen that this was but a mirage. 

  gwen felt herself put her own glass down before even realizing she was mirroring hanna. she looked back and forth, between the brunette and the dance. her features rested in a comfortable bliss, a form of trance that filled her with warmth and delight, and was characteristic only of romantic schoolgirls. 

  “are you enjoying the night so far... ‘stranger’?” she asked, the playfulness to her smirk everything but subtle. 

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vera !

THE drink in her hand had not decreased any less than half in over twenty minutes, but vera still smiled. it could be that this was her second glass or it could be that she was getting swept by the party. the masks that intimidated her at the beginning was part of the mystery. some she recognized, while others she was content with letting them slide. and she had learned to take it all in stride. after all, she had one on as well.

her smile warmed when her eyes flitted around the room and fell on another’s. a slight tilt of her head to the side as she glanced at the center of the room, and she nodded. “yes, it is.” she turned to the stranger as she smoothed out her skirt. a subtle pink and embroidered flowers, heidi had affirmed that this was the one she should go with. “thank you.” after which she admired the other’s attire. “I like yours as well. and your earrings.”

a soft chuckle escaped gwen, just before she lifted her cup to her lips to take a sip. the waltz unfolding before them captivated her as if she were looking through a wormhole into an authentic ball in the past, or as if she were watching the scene of an elaborate period drama film. or both. she found it all sophistically amusing.

  as much as she wanted to recognize the features the mask hid, gwen didn’t. sure, it could be because of the lighting or the decay in her vision after the drinks she had, but she didn’t mind it. there was an enchantment to the mystery of not knowing.

  “thank you,” she chuckled. nonchalantly, she motioned at the dance floor. “it’s all very elaborate, isn’t it? sometimes i feel like i’ve actually time-traveled backward. is that just me?”

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. when/where: the masquerade . who: ft. vera floros ( @verafloros )

at some point during the night, gwen had lost track of both beau and florian. it didn’t trouble her too greatly ( in a way, it was exciting to be left to explore the venue grounds on her own ). the characteristic glass of wine at hand, gwen walked around for a little while, staring at the ornaments and attires with youthful awe and evident interest. she lived for events like these, for that which ( even if only for a brief moment ) muffled the outside world. it was needless to say that gwen was having fun, and she made a point to bask in it as much and as freely as her whims encouraged her to. 

   walking back to place down the now-empty glass and get ahold of another, she found her gaze meeting another’s. it instinctively brought a smile to her face, and she gestured at the center of the room. 

   “lovely party, isn’t it?” gwen took a sip of her drink. “i like your dress, by the way.” 

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. when/where: the masquerade . who: ft. hanna stephen ( @olympiienne )

gwen had quickly found herself enamored of the masquerade. the sea of colorful masks and twirling gowns, the flashes of mauve and glints of gold ---- she wanted to devour it all, to freeze it like an act of magic and let its fabricated magic tint her ordinary day-to-day world. 

   she walked around, eyes fixated on the dancing couples and a drink in her hand. her attention having been diverted from the way ahead, she felt herself brush ever so suddenly against someone else. the young woman had a steady hand, but she felt a tinge of worry she looked to silence. 

   “i’m sorry,” she smiled gently, turning to the other. “i didn’t get anything on your gown, did i?” gwen asked, only then recognizing the disposition behind the mask. 

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・ ˖  ✦ ⋄ .  masquerade ball !   

❝ masquerade! every face a different shade. masquerade! look around, there's another mask behind you ❞

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beau !

florian !

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florian adjusted the black mask around his face one more time before stepping out of the family’s expensive car. he looked out onto the imposing ancient building standing before them –time had done nothing to diminish its beauty. he turned to thank panos, their driver, with a small smile and a broken thank you in greek. at the same time, he held the door open for either of his siblings to come out. “c’mon guys,” there was a playful smirk on his lips, his voice filled with liveliness. “it’s time to make our grand entrance.”

“Already? But I haven’t even finished yet.” Beau whined, referencing the half-empty flask in his hand. Unlike his brother, and what seemed like half of Kaos, the Olympian wasn’t as enthused by the idea of the masquerade ball. He wasn’t the type to pass up a good party nowadays, but this was far slower in pace than what he usually enjoyed. Still, he wasn’t about to stay home alone in boredom like some sad sap. No, he would oddly rather risk the possibility of boredom in the company of others. Besides, it couldn’t be all bad with his siblings around to lift his spirits. Flashing Flo a boyish pout, he stepped out of the vehicle and then proceeded to hold a hand out for his sister to take. “Looks like we should’ve worked on our model walks, sis.”

to say gwen was thrilled about the masquerade would be an understatement. at some point throughout her youth, the charm to fairytales had grown on her -- visions of ornament-filled ballrooms, twirling gowns and glowing smiles coming to her in a dream every other year. it was sad how rarely events of these nature were held, which only made it more exciting to think of it & more appealing to be present ( though, she didn’t need any more convincing to solidify her whim of attending ). 

   gwen accepted beau’s hand, thanking him as she got out.  a smile already lighting up her features, she eyed the venue with childish enthusiasm. “you’re not wrong, beau; i’m starting to think i should’ve come more prepared. good thing this isn’t the 15th century, or else we would’ve already been thrown out and exiled of the kingdom,” she chuckled at her unnecessarily complicated joke. much like her other brother, gwen fixed her mask and straightened her dress as they walked toward the door. 

    “so what now? should we call for a page to call out our last names like in period films?” she half-chuckled, stepping aside a little and gesturing at her brothers to enter. “---- after you.” the best always came last, right?

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. when: wednesday, noon . who: ft. vera floros ( @verafloros )

it was strange -- and in the process, hard to pinpoint -- but something to kaos had, in all senses of the word, enthralled gwen. each sight looked straight out of a postcard, and every sight was a dream. and gwen knew about dreams. she’d always had a mind too finicky for her own taste, and her dreams were always the most distinctive shade of detailed. now, kaos, with its baby blues roofs and cinnamon-scented breeze reminded her of one of those nighttime fantasies she would’ve had after one too many sugary treats right before bedtime. 

  her train of thought raced, keeping her from focusing on her way. she didn’t notice on time, but by the time she lifted her view from the floor to look at what lied ahead she felt her shoulder brush abruptly against someone else. cheeks ever so crimson, gwen turned to them, a waterfall of apologies shortly after sprouting from her.

   “shit, i’m-- i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to push you like that,” she offered what she could only describe as an apologetic smile, which was undeniably troubled with embarrassment. soon, however, her eyes narrowed at the ‘ stranger ’, and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. sure enough, pictures began coming to her at the sight of the other -- homemade food, amicable treat and a warm smile, a quaint restaurant that reminded one of the word HOME’s meaning.  “hey, haven’t i seen you around before?”

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. when: wednesday, evening . who: ft. beau marin ( @ofbeauisms )

gwen had been sitting down, eyes glued to the computer & occasionally darting off to the side, to read whichever messy notes she’d sloppily written on a notepad, for what seemed like eternities. each breath she exhaled was heavy with boredom at this point and to her tired eyes, the characters on the screen had long ceased making sense. she could swear she was seeing the letters moving around like they were playing tag, and her legs were struggling to shake off the pins & needles sensations.

   so without a clear destination in mind, gwen stumbled out of her little villa-like home somewhere. she let herself be guided by the white tiles on the floor, like she was playing ‘airplane’. the sky had recently shed its enthusiastic blue and displayed its inclination toward the striking orange and bittersweet fucsia. the wind whistled as it seeped through the branches, carrying bougainvillea petals around. 

   and just as she’d expected, she’d ended up at beau’s. the aftermath of the wedding was foggy thanks to the drinks, but it felt like it’d been a while since they’d spoken since then ( even if this wasn’t the case ). though, admittedly, gwen was the kind to look for any excuse, and this burdened her with a bit of guilt that had sent her stopping by one of the local pâtisseries to get a box of treats before ringing the bell to his home. 

   “beau? it’s gwen,” she called out, as if he could magically hear her through the doors and walls. “i’ve got something for you!”

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florian !

it was three years ago today. three years since his mother had left him and his father had decided to flood the house with strangers. they were supposed to be his siblings, the woman sleeping on his father’s bedroom his step-mother. but florian couldn’t care less about any of that, about any of them. the meaning he once had imagined for the word “family” had crashed before him the very day his mother left and since then, the word remained empty. it was too painful to even try to revisit, so hiding away in his bedroom, ignoring the world outside had been the only way he could deal with it, with reality.

a carefully curated playlist for days like this was blasting through the speakers as florian smoked a joint. he knew he probably looked pathetic to any outsider, but today he was allowed to wallow in his self pity. just for today. tomorrow, he’ll go back to being the model student and son, the heir to a multimillion dollar company.

bon iver is singing out florian’s sadness when gwen’s soft voice cuts through it all. his eyes were burning holes through the door as he waited for the girl to walk away. a sigh, then another. “go away,” he yells. he won’t admit the way it breaks his heart, but warming up to her feels like a betrayal, especially today. 

gwen let out a groggy sigh, the wild unkempt curls she felt were to be kept fashionably messy bouncing and obstructing her view for a moment. she rolled her eyes, even if florian could not see it, the stubbornness with which he clutched onto his seclusion bothering her greatly. in times like these, with a literal barrier keeping them from seeing eye to eye, it became so apparent what set flo and gwen apart. once more, she knocked on the door, this last time almost like a pound. no, loud, brash, young gwen who’d just been brought about didn’t know entirely -- she had hunches and feelings, she picked up whispers and clues in stares that disapproved of fathers and gestures that disregarded sons -- but at the moment, it seemed reasonable enough in her own eyes to pry her way in. 

   “ ugh, ” she let out, peering through the keyhole like characters did in movies. not that it would help, and she felt foolish for even trying. if flo weren’t being so headstrong, she wouldn’t even be there in the first place. still, something inside of her wanted her to keep trying, to knock louder and louder or to linger by the doorframe until he opened up. it was enthralling how easy it looked, but now, gwen was just... flustered. “ you’re so annoying sometimes ---- ” she blurted out, each word birthed impulsively. she let her side lean against the door; her cheeks turned red in what she thought was guilt, but she also found herself smiling ever so lightly at her distinctive* (* as in, in her eyes) wit ---- “ you know that, right? ”

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━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ TASK 02 ⋮ A VERY MYTHICAL CONNECTION ! 

❛ the exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain ❜ -- f. scott fitzgerald   

WANTED SKELETON / CONNECTION:

SKELETON !

hebe

DESCRIPTION !

hebe is the goddess of youth and the prime of life. she is also the cupbearer in mount olympus, offering her services to the gods and goddesses and performing other domestic tasks. she possessed the exclusive power to grant youth to mortals, for which she was revered. 

CONNECTIONS !

  •  ZEUS, a genuine friend and drinking buddy → their friendship, however short- or long-lived, seems to be a tale that transcends time itself. they’re eternal friends, waltzing through life’s pleasure without a care to trouble them. they lit their first cigarettes together, shared cans and cans of gin and tonic under the starry heavens. theirs is a story that’s seemingly old as time, yet birthed as something brand new.

  •  HERA, friends / close acquaintances / protective of one another →  there’s an unspoken bond between them, one that just is and shall be for as long as the earth spins. they understand each other in so many ways, as if they shared a special language and were constantly aware of the other’s needs, problems and thoughts. they exist in the same wavelength. 

  •  APHRODITE, potential crush or angsty acquaintance  → the two are peas in a pod, so much so that they’re mistaken for one another when it comes to personalities and ambitions. it’s as if their achievements came hand-in-hand. it could very well be the source for tension, to always have one mirror the other and so forth. there’s only so much getting pinned against someone else can be tolerated before the last straw break the camel’s back, right? *alt: there’s a secret connection, an attraction that none might dare bring up. 

  •   ARES, very close friend or sibling even  → in the myths, hebe draws ares’ baths. in this case, hebe enjoys the company of ares. their bond is strong, amicable, one of a kind and the type that works despite what the gods might’ve intended. but what is remarkable and noteworthy is hebe’s willingness to support her sibling, highlighting her commitment to her family and/or those closest to her. 

SONGS !

“youth” by troye sivan &&  “dancing in the moonlight” by toploader 

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× WHEN & WHERE:   july 23rd, 2011 ; agreste residence ×  WHO:  with florian agreste ( @floagreste ) 

for someone who had always sought to make any place her home, certain aspects to this lifestyle puzzled gwen. at the back of her mind, there was a strange concoction of thoughts and attitudes ----- at the parents, at the house, at the siblings. they were all parts of a picture a bit too sharp for her taste. some mornings, it was nearly impossible to shake off that sense of uncertainty at the prospects of a family life still somewhat foreign to her. there was something conforting, yes, to the word ‘family’, or the word ‘sibling’, but that didn’t cease the unknown feeling all together. 

     florian was, admittedly, one of the most prominent sources for her bewilderment. he was a riddle, a puzzle. and gwen, as the curious, prying young child she was, wanted so badly to have this one remaining piece fall into place. 

    “ hey, florian ? ” the girl called from the other room. there was a childish tint to her freckled cheeks, and her grin oozed that unique shade of confidence only prying girls possessed. she stomped as she walked down the hall, finding enjoyment and delight in even such trivial gestures. knuckles bouncing against the wood, she didn’t shy away from knocking on his door. “ whatcha doing all locked up in there? ”

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# pls

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

✨ mora ✨  

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

“girls on film” by duran duran

my muses last text to yours

18:02┊  ‘ it was nice seeing you at the wedding (: ’

18:02┊  ‘ if you’re ever down to have a pint lmk. you know, for old times’ sake ’

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# plz

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

banana beau

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

“waterfalls” by tlc or “raise a little hell” by trooper 

my muses last text to yours

16:04┊  ‘ idk about you but i think speedos are disgusting ’

16:47┊  ‘ oh btw the liquor cabinet is restocked you’re invited to join pre’s anytime ’

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# pls.

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

flounder (frére)

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

“tocata and fugue in d minor” by bach

my muses last text to yours

04:12 ┊  ‘ first of all i’m 100u% soober ’

04:12 ┊  ‘ can you pick tme up sxil ouv plait ’

04:14 ┊  ‘ is beau wxith you?? ’

04:20 ┊  ‘ hahahahhhh 420 blazee ittt ’