𝗂⠀ 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋⠀ 𝗀𝗈⠀ 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔⠀ 𝗂𝗇⠀ 𝗆𝗒⠀ 𝗼𝘄𝗻⠀ 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇⠀ 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁⠀ 𝗂𝗇⠀ 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒'𝑠 .
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‘ ✽ the snort that leaves from the back of her throat is soft , yet unladylike as ever , too accustomed to living among shady sailors and raunchy men to care . it’s funny to visualize what soobin went through , maybe even worse than what she did . she doesn’t ask , though , leaving his reality during those trying times to her imagination only . " yeah , i bet " she whispers instead , a mocking smile stretching her lips as she looks straight ahead . she takes a long drag , the smoke leaving her lips slowly . her eyes move to the arm displaying the unfinished work , admiring her own craft , a hint of pride swelling her chest — she’s always felt it , pride , pride at what she can do , at what her mind and hands can create . her ears perk like those of her panther when soobin mentions the possibility of adding some color to the creation . " well . . . i think some color could look gorgeous , but not too much , you know ? " she moves slightly closer to him , to take a better look at it , at the lines that move along his limb . " maybe some complementary lines in red , or green . i wouldn’t use other colors , i think it would take away the meaning of the design . " one she had created dutifully , with a , oh , so specific idea in mind . " but , yeah , i think color is the way to go . a little bit of white between the black would give it some beautiful contrast , too . what do you think ? "
harsh and glitching , in its own right , comes the laugh . makes the smoke come out in a stream all the more befitting of a dragon , one of which soobin has never neared ( outside of andi's sinking moods , and his own snap of retorted breath ) . she dances the flame alive , and the shared cigarettes might share a lot more than ever said with words . “ don't sweat that . had a day where i damn near couldn't get out the fucking house . ” aeri's concerned voice still echoes there . nods to the simple shit , the gaze traipsing its way across those unsaid things , and when hers drops to the unfinished sleeve , his takes in the state of her dress , where she sits onto the floor and the hanging garments drift around her . perhaps tossed on in a hurry , perhaps unthinking of the weather . too much to think about . “ ehh - ah . ” noise of discontentment , twisting his forearm around to look at it himself . there begins the half - sleeve andi has been working on , the serpent element filled in but the branches and twisting - up motifs around it still in their outlines . “ when i decide whether or not i wanna keep it black as shit , or add some colour to my damn life . you thought about what'd look better yet ? ” he would err on the side of the professional here ; not to mention , to discuss the state of the piece continues to settle those nerves which attempt to frazzle themselves around them .
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‘ ✽ the space they were in was one that hugged andromeda like a warm blanket on a cold winter afternoon . it was the place where she felt most comfortable , where her muscles moved by memory , and where she found herself at peace , as if a breath of fresh air would be constantly entering her lungs . she listened to fletcher with raptured attention , smirking the moment he shared his idea — it was a common request , yes , but not one andromeda dreaded to bring to life . letterings were a favorite of hers . " oh , don’t worry , " she reassured , moving from her chair to a small cabinet full of folders behind her . she retrieved one and went back to him . " i love lettering , as you will see here . " the folder was extended to fletcher , it was a thick thing full of font examples handmade by andromeda over the years , projects she was profoundly proud of . " take a look at them and let me know what style you like the most . then , we can work on the name you want , the size , and everything else . " she was already excited at the prospect of this task , so the honesty of her smile when he introduced himself was unavoidable . " it’s nice to meet you , fletcher . i’m glad you’re trusting me with this , i’m sure it’ll be a lovely thing to work on . " it was impressive the person she was when it came to her job — her rough edges turned round , soft , and she became a gentle thing whose eyes seemed to understand exactly what others wanted .
fletcher followed behind the artist closely. as they moved he studied the walls, the prints that adorned every inch. if there was one thing that portum had going for it, it was the talent when it came to body art. throughout his years he had found himself with tattoos that, now he was older, he would never choose to get again, but they served as roadmaps — and this was as good a time as any to add to the collection. maybe it was ridiculous. maybe it was reckless, too soon, and maybe it would scare her away before anything was even remotely official … but as they walked into the back of the store, fletcher could only think of one person he wanted to etch onto his skin forever. someone that had been in his life for a fleeting moment long ago, and that he had crossed paths with again only recently. “i have a few ideas,” the dragon said as he lowered himself into one of the chairs, “i’m sure we can work something out.” it wasn’t unknown for people to be wary of fletcher. he stood healthily above six feet tall, with rough edges and hard lines, and he had the fury of a dragon inside of him. despite his exterior, there was a softness inside of him — he was a son, a brother, a protector and a best friend, and he hoped that he would soon become a lover. “i bet you get these requests all the time,” he chuckled at his own predictability, “but maybe we could have a look at some fonts to get a name on me. across here,” his finger ran across his chest. when she introduced herself, he laughed darkly again ; it was typical that he almost shared the name of someone else before he even shared his own. “i’m fletcher. fletcher xin liu. i haven’t been here for too long,” and he hadn’t planned to stay. that was, before he found karina — theo — and his sister. and adelaide. “but why not get a tattoo whilst i’m here. better than a fridge magnet or a postcard.”
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* STARTER open to everyone [ . . . ] SLOTS capped ! ╱ LOCATION the shore .
‘ ✽ her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she looked at the map , twirling it around to see where the hell she had to go to find what she needed . her efforts proved fruitless , though , and a groan left her lips as she crumpled the paper between her hands . " damn . . . " she murmured , looking around , her face lighting up at the sight of a passerby a few feet away from her . " hey ! hi , hello ! sorry to bother you , but . . . do you know where , uh . . . " she paused , completely forgetting the name of the place she needed to find . audre unwrinkled the map as best as she could , looked for it frantically , and whispered a small gotcha when she found it . " rosie’s diner ! yes , that’s the one . do you know where it is ? "
#⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓐.⠀ 𝙷𝙴́𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙴𝚁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ›⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ dialog⠀.#portum:starter#audre's been around for lit three days so we can def work things from scratch don't be shyyy <3
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‘ ✽ audre’s eyebrows wrinkle in confusion — she feels unsure if the words are directed to her , yet as she looks around , examining her surroundings , she realizes no one but her is there . " i don’t wanna be rude , and i hope i don’t sound round because i swear i’m not being rude , " she babbles . a little . " but . . . i have no idea what you’re talking about. " the admission is sheepish . she’s not embarrassed about not knowing , about being new around town ; however , she’s a bit shy about not being able to match the opposing energy . " what do you mean with ' when everything goes back to normal ' ? "
𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙎: OPEN ╱ NO CAP. 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀: UTP ( SUGGESTIONS: PORTUM'S FAIR, VIINYL, OBSERVATORY, ART MUSEUM ).
"So… when everything FINALLY goes back to normal -- can we have our own Coachella? Bonaroo? Outsidelands, anyone? I'd even take a Lolla, at this point. Maybe a Glastonbury without the mud. Though, is Portum more of a Warped Tour kinda place?" They start before deciding they wanted to workshop names for what Portum's own music festival could be called. "Portaroo? Portum…lands? Porchella? PORCHELLA kinda sounds like an event specifically designed for porches. I'm not mad at it."
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‘ ✽ despite how small portum was ( for her , who came from a big city , who had visited the greatest cities in the world ) , there was a lot of it she hadn’t seen yet in her three days there . hallowed grounds was one of those things , one of those places , and she was grateful for her decision not to prolong this visit further when the delicious smell of recently ground coffee reached her senses . drink in hand , audre moved through the tables filled with patrons , looking for a place to sit . she groaned softly at the realization that every single one was fully occupied , except for one — the voice got to her before she could speak . " seriously ? " her enthusiasm was evident , unconcealed , and she nodded immediately at the offer , helping to put the girl’s things aside to claim the seat . " i’m audre , by the way . freshly arrived in portum . " sharing was a thing natural to her , something that had never scared her , that she had never considered too much . " and you are . . . ? "
it was as if she was in a trance as she worked on her laptop creating, what she believed, to be the her next big set for tomorrow night at envy. she, though, lived there and even when it wasn't her night, she was there to help with whatever was needed. not to mentioned she enjoying going and just talking to the patrons when they arrived. lost in thought, she had yet to notice how packed it was getting here with the afternoon rush. not too long she felt a presence and looked toward who was in her vicinity. "if you're in need of a spot, i can move my bag and you can take the chair in front of me. we can split the table if you do not mind the company. I promise, I do not bite." tala said in sweet enchanting tone.
{ open to everyone | at the hallowed grounds during the afternoon }
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the salt of the ocean sticking to sun - kissed , warm skin after a daily , long swim ; a smudge of oil painting a cheek , a forehead , and the tip of nimble fingers ; & the shining sight of a perfectly restored 1969 ford talladega bringing a genuine , enamored smile to your face ⸺ an introduction to audre héritier : forty - one & mechanic .
( b. 1984 ) lesbian & . . . outspoken as the one who is not afraid to speak their truth, facetious in a way that can annoy and entertain people at the same time : but her soul is a wild one, always set on finding magic in sunsets and sunrises .
# 𝟶𝟶𝟷 › 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 .
✦ NAME. audre lénore héritier . ✦ NICKNAMES. none :( . ✦ AGE. forty - one . ✦ BIRTHDATE. nevember 27th . ✦ HOMETOWN. seattle , washington . ✦ GENDER. cis - woman . ✦ PRONOUNS. she & her . ✦ SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. lesbian . ✦ OCCUPATION. mechanic at the golden piston . ✦ SPECIES. mermaid . ✦ TIME IN PORTUM. three days ( 02 . 07 . 25 ) . ✦ POSITIVE TRAITS. outspoken , practical , caring . ✦ NEUTRAL TRAITS. experimental , absentminded , unhurried . ✦ NEGATIVE TRAITS. facetious , proud , childish .
# 𝟶𝟶𝟸 › 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 .
one. the ocean received you with the sun shining on its surface , you were the first daughter of a leader who had had only boys until then ( four , to be exact ) , the awaited offspring of a young couple that wished nothing more than a big , happy family . ergo , you grew up cherished , loved to your very bones , quickly falling in love with the ocean that embraced you every day and curious about a surface you were always allowed to explore freely .
two. you were a happy child , surrounded by devotion , with a free will that constantly made you feel unconfined , infinite , even though you had three older brothers who protected you to the point of suffocation . . . sometimes .
three. the fourth was always different . you were the one following him everywhere , the one often asking him where he’d been , where he was going , if you could go with him . he always said no , of course , because you’re too young , audre , too small , and you swim too slowly , right before leaving you there with big , bright eyes full of tears and a yearning heart . but you grew fast , and you started to swim faster . you weren’t small anymore , and the chance to go on adventures with him came sooner than later .
four. the fourth was always different , and you soon �� found out why . he was curious about the surface more than any of you; in fact , you quickly realized . . . he loved it in a way none of you did . he was a different person up there , a free one , a version of himself you’ve never seen before . you also realized , in that instant , there would be a moment he would part from you without looking back .
five. by the time you turned eighteen , you were the fastest swimmer in your family , in your clan , and you shared a bond with your brother forged in a shared secret , in adventures that nobody knew about , in shenanigans that left the two of you laughing with tears in your eyes and feet firm on the asphalt of whatever city you decided to visit .
six. and then he disappeared . after years , when your defenses were down , when you thought it wouldn’t happen anymore , you woke up without him , with a single letter under your pillow and an empty heart .
seven. you’ve been looking for him since then ( for years now ) , following his steps but always arriving a week too late , a day , an hour . that’s how you found portum , even though you don’t remember the details , you only know you arrived here , that he is here , and something else ( or someone else ? ) from your past is also waiting for you in this little , supernatural town .
# 𝟶𝟶𝟹 › 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 .
i. learned how to fix cars at fifteen , when her brother dated a mechanic . she found a passion in the craft and only started to learn more and more once she was introduced to it . she’s fast and efficient doing her job , and loves it most of the time . ii. despite her relaxed character , she has a temper , especially with rude clients ( or rude people in general ) . she doesn’t like to be disrespected or see other people being disrespected just because . iii. loves adrenaline , that’s one of the reasons she’s always looking for cliffs . she loves to throw herself from there into the ocean to start a swim . iv. owns a 1969 ford talladega she uses to move on land . since her brother disappeared , she’s hardly ever come back to the ocean , and when she does , she does it briefly , so she uses her car a lot . it is her baby . v. she loves comic books , has a huge collection of them , and if she’s not working or fooling around , you’ll most likely find her reading . anywhere .
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‘ ✽ portum is , indeed , an interesting town . nobody can deny that . a place where supernaturals can exist quietly ? freely ? andromeda could barely believe it when she arrived a few months ago . " it might be a reason , " she agrees when dani mentions curiosity , because andromeda’s is endless , borderline annoying . " and the fact all of this is creating more questions than answers , as you say , doesn’t make it any better . " she chuckles , shaking her head . everything that’s happening around them isn’t hilarious at all , but it is baffling , and andromeda can’t help but laugh a little at how bewildered she feels , at how ridiculous it is that she’s finally found a safe place , just for it to stop being safe in the blink of an eye . " yeah , i think . . . i understand , " she also feels more protected here than out there too , despite everything . " this place has a sense of security and . . . i think it’s not only about the magic , you know ? i think it’s created by its people , too . " which is absolutely repugnant , of course — the townspeople being so pleasant and welcoming is something that had thrown andromeda off balance , making her feel slightly constricted ( and warm all over , less alone , less alert all the time . although she would never admit it ) . " i don’t know . i see my boat every day , and i just—i can’t lift that anchor . besides . . . " she looks around , then at dani with a small smile . " this place , you know ? "
( ↻ ) as ridiculous as andromeda’s admission may be , dani can’t help but ponder . why are they both still here ? could outside forces be anchoring them to this town ? “ it’s an … interesting town , ” she chooses to say diplomatically . “ maybe a part of you wants to satisfy your curiosity , ” she shakes her head fondly and chuckles . “ but lately it seems like this town is creating more questions than answers . ” eyes flicker between the shifter and the tablet screen . why hasn’t she left yet ? was it the assurance that these deaths weren’t caused by hunters ? or that at the moment , she wasn’t being targeted and that’s enough to make her stay ? “ i –– i’m not sure . ” the small grin she sports starts to fade . “ i guess part of me feels safer here than out there , ” head will nod towards the door to allude to the world outside portum . “ and i liked that i felt like i could stop running , y’know ? it’s like the one place where i don’t need to hide . ”
#⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓐.⠀ 𝚉𝚆𝙰𝚁𝚃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ›⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ dialog⠀.#⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐟𝐭.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ∶⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ andi⠀ &⠀ dani⠀.#macabr3s#i couldn't keep it short and sweet but u will i trust u <3
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‘ ✽ it is so bad , she wants to reply , face still covered by her hands ( that had finally stopped shifting , magic getting calm in her core ) . however , despite her desire to answer , to be fucking coherent , everything that leaves her is a snarl , again , and she doesn’t even have the will to feel excited at the prospect of vitha in her home because of all of this . though , of course , as usual , vitha surprises her , throwing her off balance , making her heart race like a herd of wild horses . her touch grounds her , the softness of her voice calming the raging storm within so gently andromeda feels a knot form in the middle of her throat . what the fuck . vitha is supposed to be vexing , she is andromeda’s hell , not her heaven , not her shelter . she isn’t supposed to be anything of this . how did they land here ? she finally uncovers her face when vitha’s hands wrap around her wrists , countenance full of confusion , brow furrowed , and eyes pleading . yet she nods , trying to compose herself because this has been ridiculous enough . " yeah , yeah , you—you’re right , " andromeda admits , with as much dignity as she can muster . " i , uhm , it’s this way . " her hand motions to the north , in the direction of her apartment , and she feels her magic so under control so suddenly she can’t help but go a little weird . she turns to charvitha after a few steps . " why ? " she asks , a little snippy due to the unfamiliarity of all these feelings , and immediately clarifies , " why are you—why did you do that ? "
charvitha is stopped by the shifter's halt, followed by profanities. she turns when told to wait, catching the other hiding what she thought were ... paws? ❝ is it that bad?, ❞ asked when the other shares her worries. it didn't dawn on her that others were having as much a hard time as bisma, figuring the young witch's age led to her struggles. she fights reaching out and trying to console andi again when her whiskered face is covered. ❝ fine. your place is fine. ❞ remaining cold when knows the panther is having a hard time is harder than she thought. watching her own aggravation with her magic and whatever was going on was hardly as amusing as before. her hand reaches out, instead just touching the opposing elbow. ❝ you're emotional. take a deep breath. maybe it will help. ❞ control was something she was good at. even under the current conditions, she wasn't worried about herself. only shocked by her own regard for the kitten. ❝ we can't get there with your face covered. ❞ instead of sounding critical, there's some softness in her voice, wrapping both of her hands around andi's wrists.
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OLIVIA COOKE. FOPE Jewels.
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Susan Abulhawa, from Against the Loveless World: A Novel
[Text ID: “I wanted to be chosen, maybe loved. I wanted out of my life, out of my skin,”]
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‘ ✽ the cigarette already hangs loosely between her lips when she approaches , steps serene but back straight as a bowstring ( you’ll have a hump like mine at thirty , kid , straight your back . it’s her father’s voice , every time . she hasn’t haunched a day in her life , she thinks ) . she closes the distance relaxed , nonetheless , savoring the quiet these moments always bring her , how in this silence she finds more understanding than in any long , exhausting conversation she could have . " well , " she starts as she arrives by his side . " i’ve been glitching like a motherfucking computer with a virus , so . . . yeah , i’m sorry i couldn’t receive you . " her cigarette comes alive under the flame of her lighter , then . andromeda inhales softly , exhaling loudly after her lungs are full of her venom . she observes him for a moment , observes the way he smokes , the way his gaze falls on her only a moment just to leave her the next , making her feel tranquil , comfortable in a way very few people do . " yeah , me too . since all this shit passed . " she shared , short and simple — they never needed much more than that . andromeda sighs , holds her cigarette between her teeth , and carefully sits on the floor , legs crossed , points to soobin’s forearm with a lilt of her head . " when are we continuing that ? "
LOADING. ↻ closed starter lottery .
CHOSEN. ↻ jeong soobin & andi zwart . @forelsk3t
LOCATION. ↻ during a mutual break of their usual work days, @ their usual nondescript wall .
he becomes fearful , when there are those in his life he could tell by shifting steps alone . the cant of his ear towards her approach resonates no different . though the fog has long since rescinded , and now the candlelight of the memorial no longer casts a glow upon their faces , still soobin awaits in the meeting place . from here , most of portum stands visible , shards of dark buildings and memories encapulsated all together . how he and andi have come to share in them , he dares not ask to understand . best to let that dog , in particular , continue to lie upon the sand and be pleasant in accepting this — arrangement . “ i've been meaning to book an appointment. ” gruff . “ but they said you weren't in . ” only after this does he fully look in her direction , the wide hazel - brown of his gaze intaking her approach . a slight shift only to check whether or not she has her smokes . his are rolled up still in his sleeve , and he makes work to unravel them , the lighter to join . they don't much ask each other any kind of question ; they speak in statements and hope for the fucking best . “ been over booked . ” might be talking about the piston , an influx of broken - down junkers . or himself , and his solitude in thinking . he did mean it though . he needs the blackwork on his forearm to continue into something more seamless . but he wouldn't accept much of anybody else this close .
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‘ ✽ she would be lying blatantly if she said a woman like regina didn’t make her nervous , it was her presence , the way she carried herself , her beauty , and everything else about her that made andromeda’s mouth go dry and her palms sweaty . yet she was a professional above all , not a thirteen-year-old with a crush , so she kept her composure , even when the woman shamelessly flirted with her she was able to keep the color on her cheeks at bay , her gaze stable , and her tone low and firm when she hummed and gave her a small , knowing smirk . " you shouldn’t—care about what other’s think , i mean . so … m’glad you don’t . especially because a piece like this one can’t be carried by someone who shies away from things . " and form some reason , she had the certainty regina wasn’t one of them — she was self confident and knew what she wanted , andromeda knew this the moment they started discussing the design she will eventually get on her body . that was the first thing pulled her towards the vampire . at regina’s comment , a low , short laugh falls from andi’s lips . " well , a lot of people come here trying to get a tattoo while drunk , but . . . i , personally , don’t work on them . my ethics are better and higher than that . " she did it a few times , when she was just starting , when her clients were always drunk sailors and herself , but once she got firm on her feet about it , when she started working better , rules were also set and they have been unmoving since then . even the sailors who keep tattooing themselves with her these days know they have to sober up if they want one of her pieces . then , at the woman’s question , at how comfortable she seemed with the idea of getting naked , andromeda licked her lips slowly , yet her head shook negatively at the end . " no , then you come back here , show me your back so i can put the stencil there and we can decide if you like the place , the position , and how it looks overall . then . . . well , then you can lie on the table for me . " she knew the last part was unnecessary , but she couldn’t fucking help it , regina was simply delicious and she was right there , willing and exquisite , and andromeda zwart was , after all , part human .
REGINA DOESN'T TAKE THE idea of permanence lightly. that, and her distinct belief that her body is a temple made her a very picky customer. and she most certainly wasn't the only one -- a select group had the ability to corroborate. however, she had always found herself admiring all artists. visual, physical.. and tattoos certainly fell into that category. it took a gentle hand, precision, and a fuckton of patience that even regina could admit she most certainly didn't have. she is not usually a cordial woman -- instead one who distinctly intimidates, however, she's a gentlewoman first. raised in traditional mannerisms. while she was sure the other artists were more than capable -- in her extensive research, none of them had resonated with her quite like andi. it certainly didn't hurt that regina was a sucker for a beautiful woman. a gifted woman at that.
the lilt in her voice most certainly doesn't go unnoticed. in fact, it causes regina's catlike reflexes to come to life after feeling dormant for days now. they had just met in person for the first time and already, they were speaking an unspoken language. " oh -- i most certainly have no doubt. but by all means, i'll be happy to watch you prove it. " if there's anything the nearly two-hundred year old vampire will do, it's match energy. her gaze does not move as she speaks, engaged in her usual subconscious play for dominance of the conversation. could her words be taken as an innuendo? absolutely. frankly, she's well aware that she's a shameless flirt -- but knows most certainly when to back down. " it's gorgeous... truly. i know some call back pieces flashy, but i've never been one to shy away from attention. nor give a fuck about opinions from strangers. " the woman sighs as she continues to listen, appalled by the natures of others. while she's well aware everyone's lives are their own lives -- she can't help but wonder if they'll regret it down the line. " as long as it's something with some sense -- i'm sure some of them have occurred under the influence, at least one could get a laugh at the memory. " her smile grows further at the mention of her need to disrobe. she had always felt comfortable in her body -- thus that was never an issue. in fact, there were times when she believed clothing was restrictive. " perfect... not a problem. and then i just... lie down on the table? "
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‘ ✽ a nonchalant hum vibrates from andi’s throat , her mind processing the weight and meaning of dani’s words , the way she thinks that seems so different to andromeda’s who’s always put herself first and second and third , who’s always fled the moment things get difficult for her in every aspect of her life , who’s run head first into the ocean and sailed as far away as she could . yet for some reason , she’s still here , still tied to portum , feet unmoved , heart heavy as a sack of rocks . " of course i’ve thought about it , " andromeda’s tone is flat , as if her reply was obvious , too obvious to be questioned . " some days i wanna run as far away as possible , but . . . " a sigh , nails scratching her forehead lightly . " i don’t know , it’s like something shackles me here , maybe—maybe the need for answers ? i don’t know , it sounds . . . fucking ridiculous . " she laughs shortly , breathily , looks at her hands for a second , then back at dani . " why . . . haven’t you ? left , i mean . "
( ↻ ) despite the overwhelming skepticism , she still tries her best to remain positive . dani hasn’t felt this out of control with her werewolf abilities in a while . not since the early days of her powers manifesting . she glances up from the sketch she’d been working on at andi’s sigh , an inquisitive look surfacing on the wolf’s features . “ honestly ? ” she pauses . andromeda is right . why is she still here ? out of self preservation , she usually runs at the first sign of trouble . why isn’t she doing that now ? “ i hadn’t really given it much thought . part of me always thought that maybe things would get better or that it can’t get worse … ” it’s typical of the young wolf to always try and see the positives . “ not that the odds are great . i’m o for three right now , ” lips turn down into a frown . “ what about you ? ” in the short while that they’ve both been here , dani’s taken an immediate liking towards the shifter . “ have you thought about it ? ”
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‘ ✽ the expression on the other’s face was a hard thing to watch , yet andromeda couldn’t tear her eyes away . she stared at the stranger with wide eyes and mouth agape , waiting for words that didn’t wait to be uttered , leaving the shifter more confused than before . selene ? the name didn’t ring a single bell in her brain , but it was the name that the person a few feet away kept saying while they looked at her . the answer to her endless questioning came at last with the stranger’s inquiry , creasing the space between her eyebrows , making her purse her lips as she slowly shook her head . " i , uhm , i—i am not , " andromeda replied quietly , almost scared to break this person who looked like they could be ruined by her answer . " who—who is selene ? and . . . why would you think i’m her ? " everlasting was her curiosity , always getting the best and worst of her , always getting her in trouble , but also giving her so many good experiences , so many explanations to questions unanswered that she couldn’t help but feed it .
there is no way in hell that selene would alive to this day, lucien knew that, after so much time, they came back to where they came from, hoping to find out what had happened ever since they disappeared. the woman who once was their lover refused to have another, and lived the rest of her life to defend the kingdom, and had passed away at an old age, buried close to where their grave was. their father made sure their death was believable, and never had the communication with him ever again, knowing it was better that way, and they had been hindered to do the same with selene.
as the woman who resembled her spoke, their ears couldn't register what she's said, as they were only ringing, chills running down their spine as they looked at her. "selene..." they repeat once more, sure that she could hear them this time, tears starting to form their eyes. "you're not—you're not selene, i assume?" even her voice, resembled so much of hers too.
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OLIVIA COOKE AS LEA DELEON
Naked Singularity (2021) dir. Chase Palmer
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