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“Oh?” Enzo announces suddenly, that dreaded sense of curiosity finally getting the best of him as he looks at the not-so-innocent girl with look of mild bewilderment. “Thats comes as a huge surprise to me, no offense, babe.” His gloved hands are shoved into his pocket as he watches her expertly climb the fences, a grin washing over his features at the unassuming sight. Maybe this North girl had a little Southern kick to her and just that thought alone made him buzz all over with excitement. Maybe he didn’t have to be so careful around her. Or maybe he had all the more reason to be. “Well, glad to be of service to you then, m’lady.” He bows to her funnily, cape swooshing with his movements before he decides to climb the fence himself, a lot faster due to his time in New York jumping gates.

Once the boy lands on his feet, much like a cat would, he dusts off his hands off and straightens only so pause abruptly following the smaller girl’s motions. “Uh, huh?” He says dumbly, and slightly out of breath since it had been a hot minute since he last engaged in some sort of physical activity like climbing. He went rigid, eyes wide and focused on her as he watches her remove the mask, an awkward smile perking up at random. “I’m going to need that back eventually..” He comments weakly, putting his hand over her hair and giving it a little affectionate pat. “You can keep it if you want it. I can be V without the melodrama of it all. I’ll be one of those protesters in the movie, yanno?” 

True to his jokester nature, he pulls a funny face at Adira in hopes of making her smile or maybe even getting to hear one of her melodic laughters. Then, the boy quietens at her silence, eyes focusing on where her hands landed and curiously blinking in awe. Was something wrong? Oh! “Its in that abandoned mansion. You know the murder house?” He grins, his hand taking ahold of her wrist and leading her out into streets, eyes wandering until they settle back onto the girl. Would she kill him if he held her hand? His hand unknowingly slipped until his fingers were wrapped around hers. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered. Just follow me, I’m a great navigator.”

“Oh, the mask definitely looks better on you”, she replies with a smile as she adjusts it back on his face, “besides, my costume would probably look weird with it”, Adira commented as she rose on her toes to peck the corner of the lips of the mask. “At least your character is more original, I bet a lot of people will either be using sexualized versions of different characters or just commercial Halloween and Jason masks”, Adira opinionates.

She drops a soft laughter, never failing to feel amused when her friend is around and so, she softly pushes him for being so dumb sometimes. “The murder house?”, she repeats trying to refresh her memory and with squinted eyes, the siren finally manages to put a face to the name. “The murder house, of course! It’s been so long since I visited, I was only a child when my brother dragged me in there; we found no ghosts, but it was crowded by bugs and mice. Have you ever been there?”, she commented, scrunching her nose at the memory. “Ah, but those were good times... better times.”, she sighs with a dreamy tone, already starting to drift away in her thoughts when the other grabbed her hand and instinctively, she just shifted her fingers so she could squeeze his hand softly. “Aye aye, cap’n! I’ll follow ya blindly”, Adira beamed.

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Truth be told, Enzo had no idea what to expect out of the night.. but seeing Adira climbing down the wooden fence herself was certainly last on his list. He watched her with a wild sense of fascination written across his face, dry mouth slightly agape until her feet expertly landed on the floor below them. “H-Hey, hey!” He stumbled rather lamely, his right hand awkwardly lifting up in greeting as he walked towards her to get a better look. “You really haven’t looked in a mirror recently now, have you?” Dark eyes trail downwards then up, a subtle hint of appreciativeness flashing in his gaze. “Thanks! The cape adds to the mystery, yeah?” He grabs the other end of the cape and jokingly pulls it up to hide the bottom half of his visage, eyes twinkling in sheer amusement. Despite the difficulties he’s faced in life, there is always room in his heart for playfulness, no matter the circumstance. His face sobers up and he nods quickly, wishing for the most fleeting of moments that he wasn’t wearing a glove so he could feel her skin on his. “I’m starting to think you’ve done this more often than not.” He teased, shooting her a sly wink as he followed closely behind. “I was supposed to sneak you out.. but it seems its the other way around.”

His playful nature was something she wasn’t really used to and so, delicate fingers covered her lips as she expressed tenderness while the other played with the cape. Utterly adorable, ‘quite adorable for a pet’ ----it was something she probably would have said back in high school or her freshman year at college, but this boy was helping her to sneak out, so the least she could do was to be nice to him.

“Oh, plenty of times; I have never been quite the rule follower, which is why uh--- mom sent me away for a while”, she lied with a little shrug as she started climbing up the fence. “I wanted someone to give me enough courage to escape tonight”, she admitted, finally jumping to the other side, Adira was way more lucid than in the afternoon; after all, taking her meds really did help sometimes.

Once they were out of danger, Adira stopped abruptly and turned to Enzo ( little thing reached only past his chest ), “wait, now let me look at you properly”, she commander and without permission she took off his hat and lifted up the mask, because yes, his costume was on point, but it wasn’t the same without looking at his face which she really liked. “The mask is really cool, Enzo, but at least give me the chance to look at you without it until we arrive, yeah?”, she adds as her hands drop at the sides of his face and the situation is too quiet, too... tempting, but he deserves better than that. Her hands drop to his chest where she fiddles with the fabric as her green eyes look into his brown ones with curiosity, “by the way... where is the party taking place exactly? I just know is in the south, but I realized I have no real knowledge of where we’re going”.

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It had been hours since they last departed and Enzo was still foolishly reliving their afternoon encounter. A lot. Maybe a little more than what would be deemed as normal. The male could still vividly remember the way she looked at him after he stupidly kissed her, or the way they playfully flirted as if they were long-time lovers. Enzo almost felt like kicking himself for forgetting the sole purpose of his being in Rosewick. He didn’t deserve unattainable luxuries like Adira Warder when the death of his best friend remained unavenged. He had a mission to fulfill, he had someone to mangle until they were a ghost of whatever pathetic excuse of a human being they were. Leaving his home was the easy part. He locked the door to his apartment shut but not before flipping his drunken mother to her side so she wouldn’t choke on whatever regurgitated alcohol she had guzzled down that evening. He was lucky she didn’t even swing at him like she normally would. Surprisingly.. the night was easy.

Then he arrived at the Warder residence, he was starting to doubt the easiness of sneaking this girl out. Guards, dogs, a gate too high and a home so expensive a lifetime of hacking commissions wouldn’t be able to nick at the overall pricing of the place. But he was a man with a mission and he would be damned if he didn’t rescue the princess from the tower of her house. After jumping a few gates and even dodging a couple of guards, Enzo finally made it to his destination. The light was pouring out and he could only blame the painful racing of his heart on all of the cardio he had just done. It wasn’t because he was excited to see her again or anything of the sort. Heavens no. He was just out of shape.. right? Adjusting the white mask on his face ( appropriately dressed as the antivillain from V for Vendetta ), he tossed a pebble at her window, praying that it wouldn’t rupture it and rupture his wallet in the process. 

“Adira! Ads!” He whispered sharply, his hands pushing the stupid mask over his head and tossing another pebble. Thank goodness he retained his pitching skills from baseball. “It’s 9pm, babe. We gotta go before I get mauled by your freakin’ dogs.”

The pebbles catch her attention and so, she bolts towards the windows, opening them, leaning over the balcony with a smile that only turned wider when she saw him all dressed up as V. The layers of her dress softly fluttered with the wind as she leaned on the banister; her fairy tale loving heart was quite enjoying the Shakespearean scene. She knew they had to hurry, but still, Adira took five extra seconds to look at him from above ( know your place, noble knight ).

She had done this before, plenty of times even after returning home and so, her bare feet started climbing down the wood fence laying against the wall that was used by the bindweed to creep upwards. Her skin was already used to some scratches, but it still didn’t help her to avoid a couple of little wounds on her feet as she finished climbing down and just like that, she pushed her hair back to look at him better and gift him yet another grin as she did a little courtesy, “my, my, aren’t you looking dapper tonight? These clothes look really cool on you!”, she expresses finally approaching to walk around him, completely forgetting about the guard dogs, “I love the cape”, Adira beams as she extends the black fabric to see how big it was, “Ah, we have to leave!”, she suddenly remembers with a gasp before grabbing his hand and pulling him towards some bushes she always used to sneak out.

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He didn’t mean for it to sound so awkward, but it did anyway.. the mentioning of a hacker furiously hacking away in the local coffee shop made him choke out a small albeit choppy laugh. Was he that much of a cliche? What was he, some superhero with his identity in danger of being exposed? The boy reaches to the nape of his neck and tugs on the ends of his hair, a lopsided grin washing over his features at the sharp inquisitiveness of the girl. “I dunno, Ads. Hacker legend does sound like a badass logo though.” Joke about it, dumb boy, maybe that’ll throw her off. Or maybe she wasn’t even aware of his newly born discomfort to begin with. 

Despite having zero curiosity towards A and even less of a fear towards someone that hid behind their screen, he had to admit his tactics were pretty grueling to unravel. If he wanted to, though, Enzo was certain he could track this person down with a little bit of dedication and a dozen pack of energy drinks. “It is weird, you’re right.” He hums in thought, head twisted in all the ways he could bring light to the person hiding behind that tragic letter of theirs. “But, no one cares enough to look into it. I sure don’t. Don’t stress yourself too much about it, alright? You’re safe and nothing will happen to you.” Not if he has a say in it.

The melody of her amusement is heaven to his ears, but the expression that tagged along with it nearly made him want to cower before her. Enzo could see the glint of defiance in her wide gorgeous eyes, the sight nearly makes him gulp back whatever deprecating thing he was going to say next. It was a force of habit, probably a coping mechanism for all of the shit he was carrying on his back. For everything he would forever feel guilty about. If Adira knew.. if she knew even a grain of what he was capable of, he was sure she would never look at him the same way. The poisoned thought makes him shift in discomfort, the smile static yet untrue his underlying emotions. “You have too much faith in me, Miss Warder.” There is a sudden shift in his chest, one for the greater good of things as he cracks a genuine smile. Shaking his head lightly, he places his hands on both sides of her face and leans in to give her forehead a firm yet fleeting kiss. “Thank you.” And that’s it on the topic. No whys or buts, just blissful acceptance.

He was about to move back when she took him by surprise, his shirt crinkled in her firm grasp. The boy lets out a nervous bout of laughter, face suddenly hot with their unexpected proximity. “You’re something else, Adira!” He exclaims as he allows her ( self gratification, much? ) to cling onto his form, his own hands awkwardly hovering over her waist in reaction to the happening. “Your family is going to skin me alive. I just really want you to know that.” He’s grinning now, the idea of sneaking the girl a million miles out of his league outside her home being the enthralling part. Did he deserve to feel this alive? Probably not.. but for once, he was going to indulge. That’s what they were going to do, run away into the night, and he already had a plan on how to do it. “Well, since you’re practically begging me..” Sly bastard, the wink for added effect does nothing to lessen the suggestive comment. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he pushes her slightly back and smiles. “It’s a costume party. I’ll be outside your window at 9pm sharp. See you later, pretty girl.”

“I’d look into it, but I’m afraid marine biology is not something quite useful to investigate crimes”, she replies with a slight concern in her voice, chewing on the tip of her finger before looking up to her friend and gifting him a smile. ”Yes, I am aware I am safe, which is why I will be extra clingy with you tonight. Parties like this one is where bad things happen in horror movies”, Adira points out.

The strength in her expression briefly falters as she recognizes a rainbow of emotions rushing through Enzo’s eyes, “what can I say? I have seen your heart and I know I can drop my entire faith on you”, she smiles and even her emotions become intense again, until he changes position and for a moment, takes the leading stand, making her drop a breathless gasp and she even tries to complain as his hands grab her face and she feels a wave of red coming to her cheeks and she shuts her eyes instinctively, but the kiss on the forehead takes her by surprise and suddenly, she is out of words, but her eyes never leave his; who would say, her brave swordsman---- no, THE DRAGON IN DISGUISE, could be as charming as a prince?

Adira remains attached to his shirt with an impish smile as Enzo complains, she laughs, though, about the ( not so wrong ) concept he had her family in. “Oh, stop it, my family isn’t gonna do anything to you... as long as they don’t know”, she adds with a teasing tone, before pushing him jokingly, “just kidding, you’re fine, I promise”; and her grin matches his at this point as they both melt in this Halloween mischief. The wink makes her roll her eyes, but now both of her hands are clinging to his shirt, pulling him down a little; “Ah, so you like it when people beg...”, Adira purrs back before she is pushed back. “Got my costume ready, see you there, Enzo Ramos”.

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All dressed up and ready, Adira opened the huge crystal doors to her balcony, leaving only a dim light on inside her bedroom to return later. Ocean green eyes look through the darkness of the garden for her bandit. The girl leaned on the banister, giving last touches to her make up as she waited, because for some reason, she really wanted to cause an impression and not at the party, oh no, fuck the party! She was doing all this performance for the sake of this boy’s attention.

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It was hard for Enzo to stay annoyed when someone as special like Adira was in his company. The entire world could tear apart the foundation of his sanity and a single smile could mend even the deepest cracks in his psyche anew. To be frank, the young man found her ability to soothe the demons raging within appalling. Maybe the demons were vain and pretty girls were the solution to his woes. Or maybe it was just singular instead of plural. Enzo scoffs at his downward yet wishful spiel of thoughts, messy brows furrowing even lower in discontent for even considering the idea. And then she smiled at him and thunder struck again for the nth time that minute. Arms fold tightly across his chest, cheeks tinted a soft shade that he was sure would look prettier on her.

“Yup, that’s right, princess.” He says, pushing back perfect yet floppy curls, a lopsided grin washing over his face. Brown eyes trail upwards to see what she was seeing, though he knew very well the sky would look nowhere as beautiful as she likely saw it. There was just darkness with satellites that looked like stars. It looked bleak. “Yeah?” He responds lowly, head still facing up, not daring to look back down at her in fears she’ll look at him again with those big vast eyes. Stupid boy. “Hmm, and where would you find someone like that? …Not that I want in on your plan.. I’d rather not waste my time doing pointless shit, no offense.”

Finally, he glances down once the beautiful chime of her laughter blesses his ears, the spiked chain wrapped around his heart growing tighter the longer he attempted to indulge in the sound. He had to be a masochist to inflict so much pain on his already self-sacrificing heart. Letting out a breath of fresh air, Enzo grins, genuinely, before shaking his yet once again. “You’re too nice, you know? If I were you, I’d make me buy you another one for ruining it.” He pauses, brows pinching slightly. “Cigarette ash is nasty to remove you know.. the amounts of shirts I’ve had to throw away.” His voice is softer now as he gently touches her wrist to keep her from folding it, one step closer to look at the piece of fabric. As soon as she pushes forward, Enzo nearly stumbles back, his tongue tied as she rambles about a party he was certain he wouldn’t take her to. Adira with a bunch of drunks? He wouldn’t dare dream of it. 

“No, no way.” He defends weakly, his voice nearly betraying the hammering of his heart from how close she had come so suddenly. His bigger hands rest on his shoulders, careful not to get any ashes on her clothes, and he takes a single step back. Two steps to be sure. “I don’t want your family chewing me out for taking you to a shoddy party in the South. I don’t think your family would be happy knowing you’re even breathing the same air as me.” He lets out a chuckle, self-deprecating as always, dumb boy. “I don’t know, Adira..” Enzo laughs, nearly choking on his words from how precious she looked begging. “Fuck. Shit.. look at me. If I take you, its on my terms. Can you promise you won’t stray too far?” 

“Where would I find someone like that? Well, that’s kind of a hard question, I am sure a lot of people spend time lollygagging; it is not like they will have a ‘hacker’ legend on their t-shirt or something while laughing maniacally with a laptop in the busiest coffee shop, right?”, Adira laughs; not like she is particularly interested on finding who A is ( unless that solves Aiden’s murder ), but the doctors always advise her to keep her head busy with other things rather than her fairy tales. She sighs and twists her lips, “it is kinda pointless, though, but.. someone must know something, I just--- I just think it is too weird that this person appears out of nowhere and nobody has any idea of their identity”.

The girl drops a chuckle with a shake of her head and a roll of eyes, she never understood why Enzo was so self-demeaning all the time; Adira could sense some kind of sadness and constant emotional evasion coming from him, but who was her to even ask about it? As his hand touches her, she looks up, sweetly, but still defying, she wasn’t going to change her away around him now or never; she would never cease to try and prove him he was worthy of care. As he stumbles back, Adira takes the advantage to cling to his shirt with one hand and stand on her toes to look him right in the eyes, “I will never stop caring about you, Enzo Ramos, and that’s a final”, she established with decisive eyes, before they turned in the blue lagoons full of hopefulness as some moments before, her two personalities clashing in one second, showing her capacity of emotional vulnerability.

Her eyes beg at him as she pulls closer with no other intention, but to be insistent. He steps back and the girl cocks her head to the side in a rather childish way, although a mischievous smile draws up on her lips as he speaks, “that’s the fun part, my friend! That’s when the sneaking out part comes!”, she grins, “ah, my family can be really snobbish, but it helps that my parents aren’t always home; it is completely irrelevant what they think, I love spending time with you, you are fun!”, she grins.    The girl squealed happily as she jumped to hang her arms around her friend’s shoulders. “Yes, yes yes! I’ll be good, I promise”. But no, she won’t be good, you cannot trust a girl that was raised in the party scene, someone that danced until her feet hurt and even bled. BEWARE, Enzo Ramos, because you are meddling with an ocean witch.

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“I know mom and dad aren’t precisely excited to have me back, but I really like it more here, you, know? White robes aren’t exactly my thing”, Adira speaks up as she walks into her brother’s bedroom without knocking; the fabric of her baby blue long skirt swept the floor as she moved around the house ( and sometimes even the streets barefoot ). “What about you, though? Are you happy to have me back or should I consider moving out already?”, she teased.

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“too big a deal if you asked me..” enzo muttered in what seemed like a toned down shade of annoyance. should anyone not know of what had happened behind the scenes of his private life away from rosewick, one could go as far as mistaking enzo for a jealous boy. unfortunately, there was nothing festering in his heart other than disdain for a certain aiden lancaster. why people grieved the memory of a horrible man would forever be beyond his immediate understanding. with a nonchalant shrug and the ashes of his cigarette falling with each syllable that escaped his lips, he casually glanced up to focus his angsty gaze on the ethereal light that was adira warder. ever the pretty little thing, it was such a shame that she was just another soul in the crowd of mourning faces. furrowing his brows and looking away almost instantaneously, enzo immediately felt guilt for thinking that poorly of adira, even if it was for a second too long. “a hacker, huh?” its distant, the murmur of his voice, though a tiny smile cracks at the thought of some random hacker playing a cruel joke on the town collectively. too bad his ability to play pranks wasn’t on that scale of morbidness. safe to say that would truly be royally fucked up. “its doubtful, babe. i just think its someone with too much time on their hands. you know what they say.. idle hands are the devil’s workshop.” he blows out the last remaining puff of smoke before tossing the roach on the ground, every ounce of his attention suddenly swept by the tenderness she easily seemed to bathe him in. he didn’t deserve kindness like hers, he didn’t deserve any at all. “how many of those have you ruined now because of me?” his lips curve up in a smile, his insides twisting up just with her gaze alone. the back of his hand swipes at the same spot she dabbed at, cheeks tinted lightly in embarrassment. “uh.. i’m not sure. go to a party.. heard there might be one the day of halloween. what about you?”

Adira looked discretely at her friend, trying to read about the notorious bitterness plastered on his face and yet, she didn’t get much out of it; since the mental hospital she had lost a bit of her touch to read people, caused by her brain foggy at all times due the medicines that kept in a state of constant mental shut down.   BAD MEMORIES. BAD MEMORIES.   Eyes encounter each other when he looks up and she gifts him a sweet smile, her own gaze never retreating at the idea of getting caught watching ( that was one of the things some people could consider a bit unnerving about her ).

“Idle hands are the devil’s workshop”, she repeats, blinking away to stare at the starry sky above them, “I like that”, Adira hums softly, “then I guess we will have to find someone with a lot of time in their hands to catch the trickster”, she solves with a little shrug, as if it was so easy.

A melodic soft laughter leaves her lips, accompanied by a roll of her eyes as she carefully folds the handkerchief in her hands. “My friend, do not speak so poorly of yourself”, she grins, “it is always a pleasure to take a bit of yourself with me every time we see each other”. Adira’s eyes light up with childish excitement as he speaks about his plans and so, she pushes herself towards him with her fingertips brushing her lips as she gasps. “I heard about a party as well, but I am not allowed to go... can I go with you to your party?”, she asks hopeful, “I just have to sneak out and pass security since my parents won’t be home that night”, the girl explains, “Pleeaase, Enzo”.

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“ if y’ain’t got nothin’ to hide, why’re ya so damn scared of a little dead boy’s text message ? ”  that indomitable brooklyn accent rolled swiftly from his tongue as he exhaled a rather large cloud of smoke from his nearly finished cigarette. leaning lazily against the murky brick wall of some random building on the south side of town, a stupid grin was quick to paint the male’s features amused as he idly watched the cars zip by. when he first moved to rosewick, which wasn’t that long ago to begin with, he wasn’t expecting so much paranoia to be bundled up in one place. sure, moving to this town wasn’t his brightest idea yet, but it was certainly bringing him closer to enacting justice on the bastard who finished ruining his less than fantastic life. “ halloween’s comin’ up, for fuck’s sake. i’m willing to bet the half yard in my pocket that this is aaalll just one huge prank. ”  he quietens and takes another, much lengthier, drag from his cigarette, dark eyes shifting to focus on the other. “ …logical, right ? ”

“People are making a big deal out of it, aren’t they?”, she questions with a single-shoulder-shrug and a little smile. Oh, baby girl, and didn’t you make a big deal as well? You cried and screamed yourself to sleep, you teared apart your pillow and broke many things around your room last night as soon as that text arrived; but mommy said ‘make no scene, Adira’ and you are a good girl, so you obeyed, put teabags on your eyes the next morning, did your make up in an excellent way as always and painted a fake smile on your face before heading out.    Hide your feelings. Make the family look good.   Daddy’s princess tilted her head slightly looking at the other; kinda pretty boy, right?  Her green eyes drilled on every feature of his face without blinking before relaxing the posture.    A PRANK?   Her heart itches, even though she knows Aiden is dead; he was already in the water, waiting for her. No, he isn’t dead, HE WILL LIVE FOREVER. THEY WILL LIVE FOREVER.   TOGETHER.   “Very logical”, she agrees ( she has learned to agree with almost everything ). “Who could’ve gotten his phone, though? Someone at the police station?     A HACKER?   Adira taps her chin with the index in a thoughtful motion before her eyes catch on a little dirt on the other’s cheek.   “Don’t mind me, darling”, she comments and pulls out a baby blue handkerchief with her initials embroidered on a corner; she rubbed the soft fabric on his cheek until the stain disappeared. “There we go”, she smiles, “Talking about Halloween, are you celebrating it?”

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A pearly white skirt revolted with the wind dramatically as the girl held withing her hands a book full of magic tales; her nails, always carefully done, passed the pages as she walked ( barefoot ) across the green of the grass until her legs began to ask her to sit down. She eyed up with sparky green eyes and spotted a bench, barely noticing there was someone else sitting there; so he goes with her eyes stuck on her book again and sits down in silence, taking a moment to actually acknowledge the voice of the girl.

      “---------hm?”

She turns her head towards the other and draws a sympathetic smile briefly before returning her eyes to her reading. “Good afternoon”, she purrs.

april was sitting on a park bench, enjoying her lunch of the day. her eyes scanned the crowd as she did, lookout never fully leaving her stature. she smiled into a bite of food as she felt someone settle in beside her on the bench. it was possible they didn’t know what her tatoo meant, they were one of her own, or just plain idiodic, but April turned to face them, trying to figure out which it was.

“hi.” she said, as she finally made eye contact with her seatmate.

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「 Kiana Ledé. female. she/her. 」oh, her ? yeah, that’s Adira Warder. people are always talkin’ about how talnted & wise they are, but i think they can be mysterious & detached. guess that’s why they’re known around rosewick as “the mermaid ” she’s a twenty-two heiress/college student, and you can catch her over on the north side. rumour has it she was locked in a psychiatric hospital for the past two years but the family says she was studying abroad.

Mental illness TW, suicide attempt tw

Adira is the second oldest children of the Warders. The first girl and mommy’s and daddy’s little princess. Always spoiled, always covered in kisses and always making her think she deserved anything and everything. Modeling, dancing classes, singing, advanced high school classes, languages... she was pressured onto doing EVERYTHING she could and couldn’t handle always striving for perfection; still, B=baby girl grew up reading fairy tales and going to the beach.    She LOVES the sea.

The girl turns fifteen and organizes a trip with her friends for her birthday to the Caribbean. Her aunt is going to watch the girls ( yeah, right ) and while she is sipping from a margarita, a huge wave drags Adira into the ocean.

Her heart is struggling, but after the help of the lifeguards, she comes back to us the mortals... or... did she? The whole situation was very traumatic for Adira and they had to fly back home as soon as she fully recovered.    But her heart never left.

Adira became quiet and calm, quite opposite from her thunderous personality; she cornered with books and stories about sailors and far kingdoms; the doctors saying she was only recovering from the situation, but a whole year passed and after a highly expensive Sweet 16, she begged her parents to take her back to the ocean, to the same beach she almost drowned. They were concerned about it, but she seemed fine, oddly fine.

The first night, her father was dragging her out of the ocean as the girl screamed and thrashed her limbs everywhere. She wanted to stay. She wanted to GO BACK INTO THE OCEAN. She belonged there. She SWORE she belonged there, that her brothers and sisters ( the real ones ) were waiting for her deep inside.  No need to say it was a really short trip.

Back home Adira became distant and very dreamy and that’s when she met Aiden and immediately fell for him DEEPLY. He was nice to her and never judged her odd side, on the opposite! He was always there to hear about her stories and dreams and she appreciated immensely. Still, this wasn’t healthy at all, he wasn’t only enabling her glitched mind, oh no, Aiden caused her to go psycho mode on him, to stalk him and this went on for years, the situation just getting worse and worse until he died. Adira was destroyed.

This just worsened her condition. She would neglect her family and everything else in her life to the point of reaching the necessity to be watched 24/7 because at the first distraction she would already be out in the pool attempting to kill herself ( or even the younger members of the family ). When this reached a dramatic point, her family sent her away to be locked into a mental hospital, hoping that would help her recover from her ridiculous delusions.

Two years go by and she comes back recovered and healthy; she doesn’t mourn Aiden any longer ( at least not in public ) and she seems to have gone back to her busy and elegant self, although at the presence of bodies of water she might become lethargic and her mind may begin to glitch. Sweet, but a bit snobbish, Adira has gathered quite the wisdom from her years interacting with so many people in the asylum and guess what? She’s studying psychiatry, an absolute Harley Quinn on the making. Still lonely and romantic, Adira craves for affection and attention, no matter who it comes from.

Fun facts:

She still reads mainly fairy tales and legends.

Adira can go from being really mature and controlled to childish and immature.

Sex addict(?) More like attention hoe!

Rarely uses pants, mostly skirts and dresses even in winter and fall.

Not capable of taking care of pets or children!!

Says she doesn’t like meddling with bad kids, but, oh well.

Really likes chocolates and blue berries!

Pansexual/Heteroromantic(?)

Pinterest Board!

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“I have survived, but I have not been spared.”

— Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente  (via charwrites)

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You have been hollow for so long, you can’t remember what it was like to be whole. But don’t be afraid, darling. Having an empty heart leaves more room for the love to get in.

you’re not alone anymore // k.s. (via bexrps)