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Werewolf. A half-breed monster who apparently, by her classmates’ standards, could spread ‘its’ disease just by sitting next to them. Maddie was no longer a human and to make it worse she was taken from the dorm she’d called home and put into a new one with other little monsters like her -- when she would have rather just suffered alone. She’d spent so much time hiding, pretending that side of her didn’t exist that now it all like wasted effort . And of course they whispered; mean things, kind things, frightening things but she walked past head held up and eyes forward. --But no matter how talented she’d become at avoiding confrontation it always seemed to find her. 

He stepped in front of her, broad shoulders and a scowl sitting ugly on his face, spewing words of hatred just for walking down ‘his’ hallway. ( It seemed she couldn’t even go to the library now. Fantatstic. ) --It wasn’t like she disagreed with them. She was exactly what they described her has so instead of fighting back, like they assumed she would, Maddie lowered her gaze and nodded. “Perhaps you’re right. Maybe I am some fucked up creature but you haven’t got an excuse for how disgusting you are, now do you?”

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That’s right, I’m pretty confident, I never engage in hopeless games, ha you have a bit of a crush on me already; bad boy down

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annette scrambled to pick up her things—-wishing, almost, she could sink into the ground and forget about college altogether, in typical dramatic annette fashion—-when a voice she knew too well, but hadn’t heard in too long brought everything around her to a screeching halt. “rhys?” wide eye found his, and she wondered for a moment if she was still sleeping. how many times had she dreamt that rhys came back? though usually, the circumstances were less embarrassing and more romantic, and that fact brought her back to reality. rhys was back, and—-and when would she have found out, if they hadn’t run into each other? and why wasn’t he looking at her?

she stood, grabbing the books and struggling to fit them into her bag, a murmured thanks the only thing that broke the awkward silence until she couldn’t help but ask, “you’re—-you’re back? you’re back. when did you get back?” the more pressing question, why didn’t you tell me?, hung in the air between them.

“--a few days ago.” he cleared his throat, watching her struggle with the books for a moment before taking them back and held a hand out for her bag as well-- somehow falling back into the same routine they’d had before. “It was supposed to be a surprise but i, um, i came early to catch up with dex.” Rhys sighed, shouldering her bag after he had managed to her books inside and took a step in the direction of the hall she was looking for. “i wasn’t sure if you’d...have wanted me to tell you. so I was going to wait until we all met up. together.”

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Alright, so she had messed up a little bit. Waking up in another body – that, thank you very much, looked pretty good – had been quite the shock, but she’d decided to focus on fixing this at a later moment. Her first priority was finding Zeus, and making sure he knew this was ( though indirectly ) his fault, and that he wasn’t using this whole situation to find another bird to woo behind her back. She was a bit distracted by her phone, though, and as she took her first selfie, Hera let out a soft laugh. “Look at how good  I look in this! Phones are truly the invention of the century, aren’t they?”

“--was that sarcasm?” Lyric questioned, books in hand as she leaned in to see what  was talking about. To her-- it was an unedited photo and nothing particularly spectacular . “Impressive. Looks like something my grandma would take.” She laughed, “--did you get a new phone or something...?”

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“What is going on?” Poseidon muttered, glancing around at his peers. Waking up like this had been—-alarming, to say the least, and he wasn’t someone who was easy to alarm. He still wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, but he was fairly certain of one thing: this was Zeus’ fault. Now, if only he knew who exactly Zeus was.

“Oh gee, I don’t know. --My guess would be the morning announcements.”

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‘Right, then, how come people are going ‘round claiming it’s 1977 all of a sudden?’

“I’m not sure but --if you want me to be honest, if something goes wrong it’s usually your family who’s involved.”

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Everyone has priorities in life. She is a higher priority to me.

I can’t understand. Why am I less important than Hyunsoo? 

Everyone is less important than Hyunsoo.

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It’s cold right?

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You finally seem human. You’ve been acting far too noble until now.

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I keep thinking about how you looked at me and spoke of love My heart misses it But knows we no longer can be Making it impossible for me to leave 

She Didn’t Love Me by Yang Da Il ( cover by DK from Seventeen )

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“wallace hall,” annette read off of her schedule, struggling with the books that hadn’t fit in her bag as she glanced at her phone, then up to the imposing buildings and campus around her, “wallace…. i think… ugh, wait,” shifting her weight from one leg to another, she tried to pull the campus map—-that she promised she wouldn’t use, because nothing screams clueless freshman like using a map—out of her bag. in doing so, the books in her arms fell to the ground, “no, no—-dammit!”

fate tended to have a sense of humor and rhys was usually the punch line. living across the world had been difficult in a lot of ways and homesickness had won out -- sending him right back to the place he thought he’d never return to. and as funny as fate was, he thought this was a bit too harsh. annie had walked right up to him, blissfully unaware of his presence and yet he stood silent. should he speak? should he leave? he wasn’t sure and though he had taken a step to retreat fate intervened once again. her books fell to the ground and no matter how much of a douchebag he’d been for leaving in the first place, he wouldn’t leave her to struggle alone.

“uhm..” he stooped down to grab the fallen books, putting them back in order before holding them out to her. “and--” rhys tilted his head, refusing to look her in the eye and pointed in the direction she needed to head. “wallace is on the other side....”

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he swallowed the words he wanted to say, knuckles white on the garment bag he carried in his other hand; the one she hadn’t grabbed. there were people around and no matter how angry he was, he knew making a scene—-embarrassing haru—-would hurt him as much as it would her. instead he settled for a safe, noncommittal, “what kind of wedding guest would i be if i expected you to be unhappy?”

he knew haru well enough to know when she was pushing his buttons; most times, he was able to mitigate whatever frustration he felt and not give her the reaction she hoped for. but this place—-this room—-and her being there, with him, after so long, proved to be too much for his usual composure. “do i remember? i—-you’re the one getting married to someone else, haru, getting married here—-i should be asking you if you forgot!” he snapped, bags forgotten on the floor as he paced away, putting the bed between them.

haru shut the door behind her, calmly placing the suitcase to the side of his wardrobe before pacing over to the windows. he was right. in this case he should be hurt and angry at her but she couldn’t help but blame him even though she was the one who’d said ‘yes’. “you’re the one who said you don’t know the way.” she asked as she glanced down at the ground below before pulling the curtains closed. just in case. darkness flooded the room before she spoke again, “--and what if i told you i forgot, hm? what would you do if i said i remembered quite well?” haru flicked on the light switch, eyes locking on him across the room. just as she knew how to build publicity and reputation she knew exactly what to do to tear it all down. at this point, she was desperate and there was no getting out of this ball and chain without causing a mess. and if he still held feelings for her, she would just destroy it all. -- if he didn’t, then...there isn’t much else she could do for her fate. “...you’d sit there and let me marry him. isn’t that the answer to both of those questions?”

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his spine stiffened as her voice sounded from behind him. all the mental preparation in the world couldn’t have prepared him for actually seeing her—-stupid, really, considering he was here for her wedding—and he found himself almost defensive in her presence, despite being invited. he didn’t want to be the bitter ex, but here he was, bitter anyway. “memory loss is catching, i guess.” he grabbed his bags, making to follow her, because what else could he do without causing a scene? “i figured, uh, you’d be busy. last minute preparation for the guests. i didn’t think i’d—-we’d see the happy couple until later.”

“sad. especially since i remember how much you liked it here...” she commented, half knowing it’d get a rise out of him and half disappointed if he did forget. haru slowed her steps so that she could walk beside of him, reaching for the bag in his hand. it was more of an excuse; a reason to take his hand without drawing attention. but it was short-lived and she tugged the rolling suitcase behind her. “I have people who do that for me, miles. besides seeing you get here is more important than...that other stuff. --hm, afraid i’d be unhappy or something?”

haru led him towards the room she’d picked just for him, one of their favorites they’d spent many nights in together. it was a jester that would likely annoy him, perhaps even make him angry but she would rather have that than a ‘congratulations’. “do you remember now?

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miles got off the boat, wondering, not for the first time since he’d left, why he was even here. he knew no good could come of it, but he’d gotten the invitation—-perfect script staring up at him almost mockingly—and it was like he couldn’t stay away. she’d invited him, and he’d be damned if he were the one to chicken out and not show up. “hotel’s this way, right?” he asked a fellow guest, though he knew very well exactly where everything on this island was.

she’d written his invitation herself not particularly expecting him to come but hoping he would. the marriage was...for show, at least to her it was, and most importantly for her parents. they were in love with the man, much more than she would ever be as her heart rested the hands of a grumpy looking guest who, despite his effort, was a terrible liar. haru sighed, "you could have just asked me.” she made her way over to him from where she’d been waiting for the guests to arrive, having gotten there before the others. “i can show you...since you’ve forgotten.”

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❛ I almost forgot what that felt like. ❜ (rannie @ college)

rhys had somewhat gotten carried away, head buzzing with the several drinks dex had mixed for him and old habits dying hard. he was wrapped up in annette as much as she was him, somehow he couldn’t feel the cold awkwardness they’d had since he’d came back. it took them less than a week to come back together-- and while his feelings for hadn’t grown cold, rhys was unsure of hers. “--yeah.” he glanced over her face as he pulled away only to finish off his drink. it’d only been a year, he reminded himself, but for some people a year is long enough to forget -- but he hadn’t...not even almost. “me too.”

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send my muse one of the following to see how they react:

[text]: What the hell are you saying? [text]: Does that mean you aren’t coming back? [text]: Oops, I brought spandex instead of leather.  [text]: Come on if you’re coming.  [text]: Are we going to do this or what? [text]: Tell me now..so how often have you had sex dreams about me? [text]: Don’t get too comfortable. [text]: S.O.S. [text]: Do you have to text me at three in the morning? [text]: Shouldn’t you be sleeping? [text]: Is that you’re way of saying you miss me? [text]: Is there something I should know? [text]: Party. My house. Tonight. Bring Alcohol. [text]: Is that suppose to be a threat? [text]: Haha, no. I’m not giving it back. [text]: Time for someone to go grocery shopping. [text]: I’m not going with you to see that. [text]: EMERGENCY: BRING ICE CREAM [text]: Send me another picture like that and see what happens. [text]: Is teasing me the only purpose of this conversation? [text]: Soo..does that mean you feel the same way? [text]: Just admit it..you missed me. [text]: I was hoping you would go with me. [text]: You’re dead meat. [text]: How do you feel about a threesome?  [text]: Maybe I just feel like spending my night with you. [text]: We are not going there.