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  ♛ ― he places his hand on her shoulder, a sad smile on his face. he remembers when he was in her position ;; scared, and timid, but a fighter, nonetheless. they were similar, and different, in every way. he already knew it. all he could do was hope that this would work in their favor. ❛ you do. you just haven’t realized them yet. i can’t promise you that it’ll be okay, or that it’ll be easy, but i can promise that i’ll do everything in my power to make sure you return to district four. 

         she was taken aback at first by his comment, but soon realized that they both wanted the same thing, at least for now. so, she nods and stares out the window. she was starting to realize how — heavy the situation was, as of now. this man — he was the one who was going to train her, which would ultimately determine her fate in the arena. ❛ what am i supposed to do? ❜ ella murmurs, turning towards topher. ❛ i don’t have any skills that could help me. ❜

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  ♛ ―  ❛ coffee is fine. 

           he offers her an awkward smile, a weak and timid smile, but one nonetheless.            things aren’t the same quite yet,    but hopefully,    with just a little bit of time,            everything will go back to normal.     he misses his best friend ;; hates that he             ruined it all with a stupid kiss. 

        unpacking — that had been done for god knows how        long — at least since she got back. “ oh — uh, it’s fine,        i can do that — we could go get a coffee or something,        though. i really need the boost — ” and, ella was rambling.

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♛ ―   ❛ open it.

he takes a deep, shaky breath, and smiles at her,  before getting down on one knee. he doesn’t know why he’s so anxious — they’re already engaged ;;  he’s already given her the worst proposal known to humankind.       but she  deserved a better one — no, she deserved the world.

❛ i know we’re already engaged, but ella tremaine, i wanted  to give you a perfect proposal. so, um --

 and a perfect first christmas, he silently added. he couldn’t  imagine not growing up celebrating christmas ;; &  while she  had celebrated christmases before,  it had been so long that this practically felt like her very first christmas. 

there had been an elaborate speech all rehearsed && planned out,     one that he had had a few people vet it,         but every carefully planned && memorized word just didn’t seem to fit  the situation anymore. 

❛  will you marry me? 

      seeing him this excited gave her a certain amount of excitement as     well. she might as well play along — but that wouldn’t take much. she     was excited, and being with him only increased said excitement.   so,     ella grabbed the first package she saw — a medium-sized one, which     turned out to be a book. topher and herself kept alternating until there     was one present left, for ella.     it was small, and light. “ what is it? ”     she asked, smiling and looking at the box.

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   ♛ ―  her entire face lights up whenever she smiles.   it’s a               beautiful look on her  ;;  one that he hopes will be the               first thing he sees in the morning when he wakes, &&              the last thing he sees before he falls asleep. he wants              to make her happy,      wants to see her smile forever.               he shakes his head,        corners of his mouth sliding              upwards in return. 

                   ❛ not in the slightest. you just need to ask.

             he doesn’t know her in the slightest,  but he already               trusts her. not to mention, she was his soulmate. if               he didn’t trust her, who COULD he trust? absolutely              no one. 

       with a smile on her face ( and most likely one in her          eyes too — when ella was happy, it was reflected in          her whole face ),      ella took his arm, a quiet giggle          escaping her lips. “ that would be nice — only if it          isn’t a bother to you. ”

         she was on cloud nine — he was perfect. just from          their earlier dance,    she was able to pick out a few          key pieces of his personality     ( funny, caring, and          completely and utterly empathetic to her )  and she          could tell that something was there between them,          something she wanted to further pursue.

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   ♛ ― it wasn’t fine and they both knew it. things were no longer the same. they were different. she was different. it strange how just one kiss had changed everything. he stops, and turns so he’s facing her once again. ❛ are you sure? i mean, i’d love to. uh- help you unpack, that is. if you need any help unpacking.  

     “ topher —— it’s fine, really. ”

  but, she knew that it mean more to her than something — fine. they were best friends, and she had thought that was all they were — friends. but a year thinking about your best friend kissing you and how it felt changed her, especially when she couldn’t see him.

   “ um — you don’t have to leave — i mean — i missed it too — ”

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♛ ―  he nodded, before placing his hand on her back and gently guiding her into his chambers, only stopping once they were looking outside the window. at this point, they were far past the station, and on their way to the capitol. time was running out. he bent down so he was by her ears, and murmured ❛ i know you don’t want to be here, but you are. and i’m sorry that you’re here, but i’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you get home alive. you’ll have to step it up, though, and play by their games.”

they were a team now. she might think that it was her and billy fitzpatrick, but that wasn’t the case. the real team here was the two of them.

     she had known who he was ( who didn’t —— he was a victor, and he was      handsome. ), and she secretly hoped he would be able to help her return      home — but she was currently squeezing the arm rest on her chair ( to the      point where her knuckles had turned white as a sheet ), and was doing so       when topher made the suggestion he did. “ fine. ”        ella says, gritting her      teeth. she didn’t want to be there, she didn’t want to be sitting across from      him         ( no matter how many girls she knew would be dying to be in her       position if she weren’t going to be a tribute in this year’s hunger games ),      and she didn’t want to be in his chambers. but, going there would get her      away from stupid billy fitzpatrick. 

     at this point, she wanted to do anything to get away from the people in that      train, and if leaving behind two of the three was as good as it could get, she      was willing to take it.

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❝ I would invite you after the fall to Albany to be witness to the final consummation. My Mistress is a good girl, and already loves you because I have told her you are a clever fellow and my friend; but mind, she loves you a l’americaine not a la françoise. ❞          — From Alexander Hamilton to Lieutenant Colonel John Laurens, [16 September 1780]

 Independent & Selective         John Laurens  —  Alexander Hamilton  —  Elizabeth Schuyler Hamilton

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                                      ❛ ― WE ARE dancing, WE ARE flying                and she’s taking me back to the skies ;;                                       in the arms of my love, i’m flying over mountain and meadow and glen                 and i like it so well that for all i can tell i may never come down again.                                       i may never come down to earth again.

              independent ella and topher from rodger and hammerstein’s cinderella                                                  written by anne and grace

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i’ve gained so many followers in the last few weeks and i haven’t even been that active. (are you guys lost?) i’m so sorry in regards to my activity as of late -- i am by no means abandoning topher, i’m just trying to spend as much time as i can with my family/friends before i have to go back to school again. anyways, feel free to like this for a starter/message me using the neat IM system to plot! (❛◡❛✿)

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yes yes yes yes yes. this. 100% this. asexual topher & ella. 

     just a quick lil reminder that i hc ella as asexual!!

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  ♛ ― ❛ massachusetts? do you like it?

              he echoes ;;  the two of them both KNOW that she’s not actually                from massachusetts -- she just doesn’t know that he knows too.               still,     he has no idea how to even tell her that the bald old coot                she had imagined up was actually the man in front of her --------               a young man ;; the COUSIN of her roommate, in fact.    he nods,                before giving her a smile,          hoping that he isn’t revealing too               much simply through his glances and smiles.

              ❛ strawberry cheesecake sounds delicious. 

               he isn’t exactly in the MOOD for it, but if she’s recommending it,                he might as well give it a try.  after all, she’s the only reason why                 he had conjured up this lie to come visit her.            her, and her                 captivating letters. he just NEEDED to know her. 

             ❛ of course. it’d be nice to have some company. 

           “ um. ” 

    what was she supposed to tell him? she had come from an  orphanage — her first name came from a gravestone and her  last name from a phone book. she couldn’t tell him that — he  was winnie’s uncle, from an extremely prestigious family!  so,  ella searched through      her mind to find something she could  tell him — so she just told him what she told winnie.

           “ i’m from — massachusetts. ” she says, her hand finding            its way to the back of her neck.      she could only hope he             believed her              —              winnie sure seemed not to.

     “ everything here is pretty okay — though, i do have a preference  for their strawberry cheesecake    —    although, i suppose you want  actual food. ” she rambles, then stops herself when she hears what  he says next. “ wow, really? i’ve never been, but — thank you! ”

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  ♛ ― he lets out a chuckle, glad that his joke doesn’t                go unnoticed. 

             ❛ it’s sort of a family tradition. unfortunately, i get                 the BRUNT of it all. 

      she offers a short chuckle as he makes his         comment on the name herman,    “ how did         you even get all those names? i thought it         was customary to have one or two. ”

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♛ ―  there are cameras everywhere,       watching their every move and listening             to their every word ------ except for IN their private chambers, and in that of            the mentors.     or at least, he hadn’t caught any yet, but it wouldn’t surprise            him if there were some.    he tries to hide the slight grin at the boy’s request            for food ( only someone STUPID could be concerned with food at this hour ),           and presses the button for it.    a small part of him is thankful that billy is so            incredibly stupid and unconcerned -- it’ll make his mission to keep ella alive            MUCH easier.

              ❛ now that THAT’S out of the way. i’m topher, and this is mags. i’ll be                  training you, ella, and mags will be responsible for billy.       ella, why                  don’t we move to my chamber, to give billy and mags some privacy? 

          preparing for the interview, the parade and the games would be much easier           if he knew her and if she trusted him.   it’d also be much easier if they didn’t            have to be completely concerned about the hidden cameras. 

        ella doesn’t want to be here. she shouldn’t be here. it     should have been that bully in her class at school, or that     one girl who doesn’t do anything during art.      what’s she     thinking? she’s the one who got her name drawn. she’s the     one sitting next to billy fitzpatrick, someone who was known     in the lower grades as a very lazy individual. she’s the one     sitting on the train, across from an older looking woman and     a handsome dark-haired man. she knew they would have to     speak — she just didn’t know what to say. was she supposed     to thank them for training her? was she supposed to cry? was     she supposed to ignore them completely? ella didn’t know.

           finally, little billy fitzpatrick breaks the silence — and he     asks for food. of course he does. hearing that, for some reason,     makes ella absolutely livid.       but, she tries not to let it show.      fingernails digging into her forearms as she attempts to keep     her emotions on the down low, she just stares down at the empty     space on the table in front of her, which billy eventually fills with     a muffin or a piece of pie or something.

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    ♛ ― for a moment,  he’s terrified that she won’t SHOW up,              that he had asked the wrong girl to meet him here,  or              that he would end up  h a t i n g   her or vice versa or              something would happen.     but soon enough, she’s               there. brown eyes meets blue,  and he knows it’s her.               she’s his soulmate.       he had never heard of anyone               being INCORRECTLY matched,     and he’s sure that               they won’t be the first --- in fact, if anything, they’ll be              another perfect match.         he lets out an amused               chuckle at her comment,    before offering her his arm. 

                  ❛ we can take a tour of the gardens, if you’d like.   

              and once again, he’s terrified. but this time, about the               PROSPECT that he’ll mess this up. this was, in a way,                their first date and first dates only happened once. not               to mention,    he had rarely made the acquaintance of                females ---------- boarding school didn’t exactly allow                for such things.

     the garden, by the statue, in twenty minutes? hearing      that causes a GIANT smile to spread across her face      as she nods to him, in an attempt to shelter their plans.      this is truly fantastic! ella can’t help but feel happiness      swelling in her chest. this was her soulmate. this was      her soulmate, and she was going to get to spend some      time alone with him.   truly, heaven must feel like this!

       by the time twenty minutes had passed,         ella had       slipped out of the ballroom and was     making her way      through the royal gardens ( which, were very beautiful,      she had noted ).    finally, she arrived at the statue that      topher must have been talking about — because there      he was,             dressed in snowy white and looking as      handsome as ever. “ hi. ” she greeted him, picking up      her skirt in an attempt to walk over to him faster. “ the      gardens are so beautiful, i was afraid i was going to be      late because i just kept looking. ”

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    ♛ ― ❛ nice to meet you, erine. 

❛ oh, of course. i go by ERINE. ❜

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   ♛ ― ❛ well, if you promise...

            he isn’t clumsy -- far from it -- but something about the fact that             ice skating is done on, well, ICE terrifies him to no extent.   what              if something happens? what if he BREAKS a bone?   this was a              bad idea. but he loves her,  and she loves ice skating and that’s              all that matters to him. he looks at her, and she’s all smiles, and              joy and he knows that even if he gets hurt, it’ll all be worth it ----             as long as she’s happy.

           ❛ which one do you think is easier? 

     “oh, yay! you’ll love it, i promise. ”

         ice skating can be a difficult activity to some, but for ella it      comes quite naturally. she spent a lot of time at a skating rink      when she was younger ( thanks to the generosity of the kind old      woman who owned the one in the town where she grew up ) and      now considered herself a somewhat good skater.     sure, she’d       taught some kids who asked for help when she was a teenager,      but now she was helping topher out.        for some reason, it felt      different. like, when one of the kids she tried to teach had a hard      time learning, she could just tell them to try again when they’re      older. she couldn’t exactly tell her fiance that.

       “ so, the first thing you want to be able to do is stand       on the ice without shaking or falling or anything like       that.    do you think you can do it, or do you want me        there for support? ”

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popping in really quick before i’m dragged out to visit more family but topher dying way before ella (probably in some kind of battle) and ella having to rule the kingdom and be a badass is the kind of thing i’m here for. but also: ella outliving everyone she really loved/everyone who loved her (her dad, topher...) is another thing i want.