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[hwoness]

　　　　　　　　hwon  estava  conversando  animadamente  com  um  filho  de  afrodite  quando  ouviu  a  voz  de  yasemin  logo  atrás  de  si.  sem  pensar  duas  vezes,  em  um  movimento  automático  e  ágil,  virou-se  e  se  colocou  entre  ela  e  o  autômato,  empurrando-o  com  a  perna  de  metal  para  que  a  criatura  se  afastasse.  estava  acostumado  a  fazer  o  meio-campo  entre  a  amiga  e  qualquer  coisa  que  a  irritasse,  evitando  alguma  explosão  desnecessária　❝　achei  que  afrodite  tinha  garantido  que  hoje  não  haveria  problemas　❞　resmungou,  analisando  o  vestido  da  mulher.  　❝　pelo  menos  não  respingou,  tamo  safe　❞　disse,  dando  um  tapinha  carinhoso  no  ombro  dela  antes  de  abrir  um  sorriso  divertido,  lembrando  de  quando  a  viu  com  joe.　❝　yas!　❞　exclamou  mais  alto  do  que  o  normal　❝　você  conseguiu?  precisou  desenhar?　❞　soltou  uma  risada,  balançando  a  cabeça  porque  sabia  que  o  primo  era  um  tonto  e  a  ruiva  já  havia  dado  todos  os  sinais  possíveis  de  que  queria  ter  algo  com  ele　❝　eu  tava  vendo  vocês  de  longe,  você  e  joe,  mas  me  pediram  um  autógrafo,  sabe  como  os  fãs  não  resistem  aos  meus  talentos,  mas  me  conta  como  foi　❞　pediu,  aproveitando  que  um  autômato  passava  com  taças  cheias  e  pegou  duas,  oferecendo  uma  para  ela.

❪ ⠀ ⠀ closed starter !!! ⠀ ⠀ ❫ this is for → @hwoness.

Suas emoções naquele dia estavam a todo vapor. Era um misto de tantas coisas que a turca se permitiu viver um dia mais supérfluo sem pensar muito no acampamento e todos os problemas que vinham passando. Mas que Yasemin era estressada não era segredo para nenhum semideus dentro do acampamento e mesmo ali aquilo não mudaria tão facilmente. Sua taça vazia estava sendo enchida novamente por um autômato quando ele simplesmente começou a soltar uma fumaça e tremer a garrafa, quase derrubando tudo no vestido da garota que foi rápida em se afastar. ❝ ― Idiota! Olha o que você tá fazendo. ❞ — Gritou enquanto soltava a taça em uma das mesas vazias e erguia o tecido do vestido para que o liquido escarlate não escorresse e sujasse o mesmo. ❝ ― Coisinha burra e estúpida! ❞ — Se queixou outra vez até ver o colega de banda, se virando para o amigo. ❝ ― Ele quase me sujou toda, Hwon. Como que deixam essa coisa aqui? ❞

[illumins]

𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞—𝒉. 𝒉𝑎𝑒𝑐𝒉𝑎𝑛 (#⁰³)

✦trope: fluff, anxiety, contemporary

✦wordcount: 715

✧first pov

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The light from the hallway slithered into the bedroom, casting long, crawling shadows across the ceiling. I was lying in the middle of our unmade bed, the sheets twisted around my legs like the coils of a constrictor. Every breath was a shallow gasp, as if the air in the room had thinned, leaving my lungs grasping for something more substantial.

The computer in the corner buzzed—a low, incessant hum. The click and clatter of keys punctuated the air, intermittently breaking through the buzzing that seemed to swell inside my ears. I could hear Haechan's voice, slightly muffled, punctuated by bursts of laughter and rapid-fire chatter. They were distant sounds, part of a different world—one where breath came easily and the walls didn’t seem to pulse closer with every heartbeat.

A sudden loud cheer erupted, followed by the sound of a chair scraping against the floor. I flinched, the noise sharp like a splinter. My fingers twitched, craving to claw at the skin on my arm, to do something to match the internal chaos with an external furor.

“I gotta go, guys,” Haechan’s voice cut through his laughter, a thread of urgency woven into his words.

The door creaked, and then his footsteps, a steady beat growing louder as he approached. The mattress dipped under his weight. He didn’t speak immediately. Instead, his hand found my back, tracing circles across the fabric of my shirt—slow, deliberate motions that seemed to draw the sting of the static air away from my skin.

“You’re like a drum, love, all tight and trembling,” he murmured, his voice a soft, grounding chord. He leaned over me, blocking out the dim light, his face shadowed and concerned.

The room was too tight, the walls pressing inward, squeezing the breath from my body. I shifted, trying to find space within my own skin, as if I could crawl out of it and leave behind the prickling anxiety.

“Can I hug you?” His question was a gentle brush against the turmoil inside me. Consent, always consent first.

I nodded, not trusting my voice, the lump in my throat a barricade to words.

Haechan moved slowly, his body a solid, comforting weight as he slipped beneath the sheets. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tightly against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, a reassuring thump against my ear, a stark contrast to the erratic flutter of my own heart. The warmth from his body seeped into mine, loosening the cold grip of fear just enough that I could breathe a little deeper.

The silence wasn’t empty. It was filled with the rustle of the cotton sheets as we shifted, the soft sigh of fabric against fabric, the distant hum of the city that bled through the thin walls of our apartment—a symphony of small, ordinary sounds that tethered me to the moment, away from the precipice of panic.

“Just listen to my breathing, okay? Match yours with mine,” Haechan whispered, his breath warm against the shell of my ear. He inhaled slowly, deliberately, his chest rising against mine. I followed, struggling to draw air deep into my lungs, to mimic the slow, even tempo he set.

“Feel that?” he asked as he exhaled, the air dancing across my neck, a cool contrast to the warmth of his body. “We’re here, together. You’re not alone.”

And as we lay there, his arms a fortress around me, I felt the vice of anxiety loosen. It was gradual, like ice melting under the sun—slow and almost imperceptible at first, but real. The tightness in my chest ebbed, the need to bite, to scratch, to scream, dissolved into the safety of his embrace.

The room expanded with each breath we shared, the walls retreating back to their places, the ceiling no longer a pressing weight just above us. I could hear his heart, the steady thud-thud, a reminder of life, of here, of now.

Outside, the wind whispered against the window, a curtain fluttered, and somewhere far off, a siren wailed—a city alive and oblivious to the small, significant victory in our quiet room. The tension didn't leave completely; it lingered in the corners, in the crawl of shadows across the wall. But with Haechan’s weight anchoring me, it was bearable, a storm weathered together.

[dantakeyoman]

𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 | 𝐣. 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞

♡ 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ *𝒐𝒉, (𝒚/𝒏)? 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒕𝒐𝒐. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓. …𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉. *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒑𝒐𝒗: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 *

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

"Check it out, man," Johnny pointed, the three of you closing in on the entrance to the old building, courtesy of the directions a local farmer gave.

"The church," Pony nodded.

You entered, your face falling as you realized the place was infested with cobwebs and spiders, not to mention dusty beyond belief, and a couple of rabbits hiding around, too.

Suddenly, something screeched, swooping down from the rafters and flying out the door.

"What was that?!" You jumped, frantically looking around.

"Just an owl," Pony stated, taking off Dally's coat and placing it down on the ground, Johnny laying on top of it.

Pony laid his head on a square rock, and you sat down next to him, nervously fiddling with a button on Johnny's jacket.

"Guys..." Pony started.

"Yeah," you and Johnny answered.

"Y'all all right?"

"All right as I can be," you sighed, pulling your knees up to your chest.

After a while of not hearing Johnny's response, the two of you turned to the boy, only to see that he was out like a light.

"Figures," you nodded, "He did stay up the whole ride."

"Yeah," Pony nodded, shifting to at least try and get comfy, "Man, this floor sure is hard."

"Get some rest, Pone," you assured, showing him a faint smile, "I'll keep watch."

The boy nodded, finally settling and shutting his eyes.

Which left you alone with your thoughts for the first time in the past couple days. 

Something dangerous.

'I shouldn't have brought these boys with me. They surely woulda gotten off scott-free if they stayed. They didn't do nothin' wrong.'

You sighed, turning to face Johnny and letting your hands find place in his hair, massaging it in the way you knew he liked, his face visibly relaxing, even in sleep.

"I'm sorry, Johnny," you apologized, "I don't think you know how much I mean that. This was my mess. This is my fault. It ain't have anything to do with you or Pony."

You looked up at the ceiling, watching the first rays of morning light hit the run-down place, sunlight seeping in through the cracks and holes of the old wood.

"I must be the most selfish person in the world. I want to tell y'all to leave, go somewhere far away, but I just can't. I can't bear to be away from you two." 

You scoffed, an empty laugh making you come clean.

"Who am I kiddin'? I can't bear to be away from you, Johnny Cade."

You stopped your hand for a moment, an idea suddenly coming to mind.

'If you really feel so bad, then make it up to them. You got the cash. Pick up some stuff from the store. A couple necessities, sure, but some stuff that they'll really like.'

You smiled, truly, for the first time in what felt like years, before standing up, about to run out the church.

But you stopped yourself, turning around and crouching to Johnny's level.

"I'll be right back, Johnnycake," you whispered, tucking a stray tuft of hair behind his ear and placing a kiss on his cheek.

Once that was settled, you stood back up, quickly and quietly making your way out of the church.

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

"Maybe I shoulda brought one a them. Might've helped by carry this box. Weighs a damn ton," you grumbled, walking into the entrance of the church, a box full of groceries in hand...or hands.

You had gone by yourself so you couldn't get multiple bags, resorting to stuffing everything you could in the crate.

The second you stepped over the threshold, you were bombarded by two sleepy teens, one relieved and one frantic.

"There you are! Where did you go?!" Johnny exclaimed, running over and tackling you in a hug, holding you tight and placing a hand behind your neck to pull you closer.

"I thought you'd hightailed it! Or some-someone took you last night! Man, you had me worried! Don't do that again, ya hear? Or at least leave a note."

'That was smart. Probably shoulda done that.'

You glowed red, putting down the crate on an old table so you could reciprocate the hug.

"Sorry, Johnnycake. Didn't mean to spook you," you apologized, him pulling back to see your smile.

"It's alright," he smiled back, your grin infectious.

Pony rolled his eyes, "Don't keep us waitin', (y/n/n). Show us the haul," he asked, excitedly.

"Of course," you nodded, starting to unpack the box, "All right, I got a loaf of bread, and a week's supply of bologna here. Some peanut butter."

You smirked, pulling out a book and handing it to the boy.

"Gone With the Wind? How'd you know I always wanted Gone With the Wind?" He smiled, looking down at its cover.

"I remembered you sayin' somethin' about it once. The three of us went to see that movie, remember?" You answered, pulling out some other things, "Figured you could read that out loud...help kill time or somethin'."

"Thanks a lot, (y/n/n)."

"Don't worry 'bout it, man," you smiled, going back to the groceries, "Anyway, got some cigarettes, a deck of cards-." "Peroxide?" He chimed once again, looking down at the bottle quizzically.

"And..." you turned to them, holding up a pair of hair-cutting scissors.

The two looked at you shocked, almost offended, at your insinuation.

"You ain't thinkin'-." "We're gonna cut our hair," you finished, going back to unloading everything.

"You're gonna bleach yours."

"No."

"They'll have our descriptions in the papers. We can't fit 'em, man."

"No, sir, you ain't touchin' my hair."

"They do it, anyway. First thing a judge does is make ya cut your hair."

"I don't see why..." Johnny grumbled to himself.

"I ain't got the funniest, either. Probably a way to break us or somethin'," you shrugged, whipping out the scissors and walking over to Pony, "Now, I'm gonna cut Johnny's off, too, and wash all the grease out."

"And what about you?" Johnny cocked a brow.

"The rule's different for girls. I can't just go bald-headed," you explained, "My hair grows real quick, so I'll just grow it out."

"You're makin' me bald-headed?! Now you definitely ain't touchin' my hair," Pony scoffed.

"I was exagerratin', Pony, I'm not gonna make you bald. It's hair, man, it'll grow back," you sighed, resting an annoyed hand on your hip.

He let out a deep breath, before finally caving, "Go 'head."

You smiled, starting your work quickly.

"Ow! Not so rough, (y/n/n)," he winced at one of your tugs.

"Quit gabbin'. I gotta hurry up and get this done so I can start on the bleach," you waved off.

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

Two haircuts and a bleach later, and the boys were new men.

Though you couldn't say Ponybody was too happy about it, he called it a Halloween costume.

But now that your looks were in order, the three of you had nothing but time to kill, and for the first few days, you all tried nearly every method under the sun.

Reading, hunting, poker, talking, cooking, eating, smoking, you name it.

And throughout all those activities, you and Johnny had become attached at the hip, practically doing everything together.

It was also recent news that Johnny had become considerably touchy.

He always had an arm around your waist, or a hand in yours, or even a leg thrown over your lap.

It was making you feel a certain type of way, and you nearly burst yesterday when he pulled you in by your waist to whisper a joke Pony told him in your ear.

So on this day, you decided to sit in the wheat field behind the church and watch the sunset, to help clear your head and your heart in order to come up with a plan of action.

And you would've succeeded, too, had it not been for the boy in question who walked out to join you.

"Y'know, Dally said that would shouldn't stick our noses out," Johnny teased, sitting himself right next to you.

You smiled, looking out into the horizon, "Yeah, well, I figured one time wouldn't hurt. So long as I'm careful."

"Course," he nodded, turning to look at what you were looking at.

The both of you sat there in uncomfortable silence, praying that someone would do something or say something to ease the atmosphere.

And rest assured, it wasn't just you feeling this way. 

Johnny had been practically eating away at himself for the past week.

While sitting in the train car, no one to talk to but himself, he began to realize that life is short.

Bob was alive one minute and dead the next, just like that.

What's to say something like that could happen to him? Or you?

He'd never forgive himself if he died without telling you how he's truly felt, how he's felt since junior high.

Or worse, you find someone else before he can.

He nearly gagged in his mouth.

The thought alone made him sick to his stomach.

"Have I made uncomfortable this week, (y/n/n)? I know I never really asked about it...which I probably shoulda...but I noticed you've been distant. So, I wanted to know if you wanted me to stop," he asked maturely, though glowing with embarrassment as he was just realizing he hadn't asked your permission to touch you so much.

"Oh, no, not at all," you assured with smile, resting your hand on his, "Quite the opposite, actually."

His ears perked at that last part.

"Opposite?" He asked.

"Y'know," you started, quickly changing the subject, "When I...stabbed Bob...his face got me thinkin'."

Johnny cocked a brow at the sudden tone switch, "His face?"

"Yeah, his face," you nodded, turning to him, "Sure, he looked surprised, and scared, too. But there was something else, a tiny flash. ....It was regret, Johnny. Bob died with regret."

Johnny nodded, finally picking up what you were putting down.

"I don't wanna die like that, with that look on my face. I wanna live knowin' that I said everything I wanted to say, and did everything I wanted to do."

"There somethin' you tryna tell me, (y/n/n)?" Johnny asked, looking you dead in the eyes.

Turning to him quickly, your breath quickened, and those three words were right there on the tip of your tongue, ready to say.

"I.........." you didn't even finish the sentence.

You pulled him in by his shirt, since you still had on his jacket, and smashed your lips into his, him easing into it almost instantly.

You rested your hands on each side of his face, keeping him in place as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you even closer.

The kiss was electric, and while very uncoordinated and eager, it felt like liquid fire was coursing through your veins, pushing you forward.

The two of you shifted to your knees, you sitting up on top of him and tilting your head in order to get the angle, deepening the kiss even further.

Johnny gripped you even tighter, fearful he would simply float away if he didn't keep himself grounded.

With your touch burning his skin and your scent flooding his nostrils, he felt like he was higher than the clouds, like this was heaven on earth.

You washed over him like a wave of calm, the rhythm of the kiss lulling his anxiety filled mind, until the only thing he could think about was why on earth he didn't do this sooner.

The two of you broke free from the kiss, taking a break for air, while still holding tight onto each other.

You rested your forehead on his, panting, as you stared into those gorgeous baby browns.

And he smiled, taking a moment to gaze into your deep (e/c) ones with a look that was nothing short of adoring.

"I lo-." "Jesus Christ! This is what y'all were doing out here?!" Ponyboy exclaimed from the top of the hill, completely interrupting what Johnny was about to say.

You two quickly threw yourselves off each other, red in the face as you looked in opposite directions, hoping that would help with the embarrassment.

"At least do that inside. You're gonna catch somethin' in the grass..." he grumbled, turning around to walk back into the church.

Your eyes shot wide, and you snapped your head over to the boy, "Wait a minute, what didya think we were-?!" "Don't wanna think about it!"

"Pony, we weren't-!" "M'not listenin'!"

You shook your head, covering your face with your hands

'I'll never face that boy again.'

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

After a couple days of not talking, the three of you decided to put the��events of said day behind by waking up early to see the sunrise.

And if you thought sunrises were beautiful in the city, well, they ain't got nothing on a sunrise out in the country.

"Golly, that sure was pretty, huh?" Johnny smiled.

"Yeah," Ponyboy nodded.

"It's like the mist is what's pretty, you know? All gold and silver."

"Too bad it cant't stay like that all the time," you sighed.

A quizzical face suddenly came onto Pony, as if he was remembering something, "Nothing gold can stay."

"Huh?" Johnny asked, turning to him.

"Nature's first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold. Her leaf's a flower, but only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, so Eden sank to grief. So dawn goes down to day, nothing gold can stay," Pony recited, thoughtfully.

"That was beautiful," you smiled, turning to the boy, "Where'd you learn it?"

"Yeah. S'what I meant," Johnny agreed.

You cocked a brow, looking him with a smirk, "Yeah, right. You ain't that deep."

"Am too. I'm as deep as they get," he smirked back, giving you a little look.

"Robert Frost wrote it," Pony answered, "I always remembered it 'cause I never quite knew what he meant by it."

You smiled, taking a deep breath and allowing yourself to truly hear the sounds of nature.

The birds chirping, the cicadas buzzing, the squirrels chittering.

Nature was truly a wonder.

You forget that a lot in the city

"Y'know, I never noticed colors and clouds and stuff until you kept reminding me about 'em," Johnny started, turning to Ponyboy, "S'almost like they were never there before."

"Yeah," he nodded, "I don't think I could ever tell Steve or Two Bit, or even Darry 'bout the clouds or sunset. Just you two and Sodapop. ...Maybe Cherry Valance."

You smirked at the mention of the girl, Johnny sharing it.

"Guess we're different, huh?"

"Shoot, yeah. Maybe they are," Pone smiled, walking back down the hill.

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

"Hey, lovebirds," a familiar New York accent smirked, kicking the pew you and Johnny were sleeping on.

"Hey, Dally," you yawned, sitting up and stretching your arms.

"Rise and shine, Blondie," he greeted Pony as well, ruffling his hair, "Wake up."

"How ya been, Dal?" Pony sighed, kicking out his legs to sit upright, "How's Soda doin'?"

"Hey, Dallas, how are ya?" Johnny smiled, moving from under you to sit up, too, "Are the fuzz after us? Ya hear anything?"

"Wait, one thing at a time. You guys hungry? Wanna get somethin' to eat. I'm starving, man," he asked, leaning up against the door frame.

"You're starved? Try bologna for four days," you scoffed.

"You picked it out," Pony waved you off.

"Didn't think I was gonna get sick of it so fast," you defended.

"Wait, wait, wait a minute, stop the presses," Dally halted, narrowing his eyes at you.

The three of you turned to look at each other in confusion.

Dally quickly walked up to you, turning your cheek to open up your neck and reveal the large, dark purple hickey that lay bright and open for anyone to see.

You and Johnny might've decided to finish what you started a couple days ago, but it never went any further than a smooch.

Though you were surprised you didn't notice the damned thing, didn't even remember him giving it to you.

He looked to Johnny, then to you, then to Johnny again, the both of you too red and embarrassed to meet his eyes.

The dots finally connected and he let out a celebratory howl.

"Yes! Yes! Finally, Jesus Christ!" He caught himself, quickly pausing his celebration, "Wait, who made the first move?"

You and Johnny turned to each other, silently debating on whether or not to tell him, before finally caving.

"She did," Johnny sighed.

"YES! I gotta tell Soda the good word. Two's payin' up big time," he cheered again.

You turned dark red, popping the collar of Johnny's jacket to hide the source of your embarrassment.

"Have you guys...y'know," Dally smirked, making an O with his hand and sticking his finger through it, "Done what birds and bees do?"

"For God's sake, Dally!" Johnny exclaimed, red as a beet.

"Yes, they did!" Pony chimed, disgusted, "Outside!"

"Outside?!" Dally gasped, shocked, "You guys are a freaky bunch, ain't ya?"

"We didn't!" Johnny groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Johnny, take that revolver and put two right between my eyes," you mumbled into your hands, covering your face in embarrassment, "The police don't hafta worry 'bout me no more."

"Anyways," Dally smiled, changing the subject as he pulled out a cigarette, "Got a special delivery for a Ponyboy Curtis. Here, man."

"Who's this from?" Pony asked, taking the letter and inspecting it.

"The President of the United States of America."

"Yeah, right."

"I'm serious, man," Dal joked, taking a hit, "It's from your brother, Sodapop."

"How'd he know I was here?" Pone asked.

"I told 'im I didn't know where you were, but he didn't believe me. He really wanted me to give that to you, man," Dally explained.

As Pony read the letter, Johnny raked a nervous hand through his hair, standing up from the pew, "Hey, Dal, what's goin' on with the cops, man? You hear anything?"

"Yeah, how come you got hauled in?" You asked.

"Those boys down at the station know me by now. While I was there, they kinda beat it out of me that you guys were," he chuckled, "headin' to Texas. They think you guys are in Texas. Texas, man. God."

The three of you turned to each other, smiling, as you got yourselves ready to go.

This situation really might be behind you.

You guys could finally go back to how things were.

You working at the DX, hanging out with Johnny and Pony on the weekends, watching cartoons over at the Curtis house with the rest of the gang.

You practically squealed at the thought.

"Look at this guy and his hair, man. I can't believe that. Look at 'im," Dally smiled, staring at Pony as he put on his coat, "Blondie, man."

"I know I look lousy, but don't rub it in," Pony grumbled, starting off out the door.

Dally sighed, rolling his shoulders before starting off after him, "You guys wanna get somethin' to eat?"

"Hey, you better believe it," you smiled, jumping off the pew and following after him.

"Let's get out of here," Johnny cheesed, throwing an arm around your shoulder and walking out the church with you, hand in hand.

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆 

[gudsstjern]

ℋELLA's  mixtape. 

⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ uma  música  para  cada  letra  do  nome!

𝒉.  how  did  it  end?,  taylor  swift.  /  𝒆.  eurydice,  flynn  castles.  /  𝒍.  lonely  is  the  muse,  halsey.  /  𝒍.  lonesome,  sabrina  carpenter.  /  𝒂.  abstract  (psychopomp),  hozier.  /  𝒔.  sleep  awake,  mother  mother.  /  𝒌.  king  of  my  heart,  taylor  swift.  /  𝒐.  oslo,  anna  of  the  north.  /  𝒕.  two  faced,  linkin  park.  /  𝒉.  hey  jude,  the  beatles.  /  𝒆.  everything  i  know  about  love,  laufey.  /  𝒊.  indigo  night,  tamino.  /  𝒎.  monster,  dodie.

[alicenaivory]

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𝐈𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝—II ══╝

[ 𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺?

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘴?

The demons will shake the hinges loose and barge their way through. They will demand attention. They were bold like their creator after all.

My footsteps were slow and hesitant up the stairs that lead to Adonis’s doorstep. Inhaling the sweet scent of fresh summer breeze whipping through my hair.

The amount of uncertainty I was feeling was enough confirmation that this would go on my long list of bad decisions. I shouldn’t have accepted the invitation to come to his place but I never resisted bad decisions.

I looked up at the door, trying to make sure this was the right place. I wasn’t familiar with this specific place. He called it home but It was a different address he sent me to but for now I decided to think nothing of it. I place my hand on the knob, twisting it open to go in. I was half expecting to see him standing behind the door. Peering down at me with the most breathtaking pair of bluest oceans that absorbs me but there was no sight of him.]

Adonis?

[I called out his name and my voice might as well echoed back to me given the silence. I turned and my eyes landed on a sign that read. 𝗙𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗹. What the hell was I really walking into? It crossed my mind about rather or not I was being drawn into another one of our games. The constant push and pull. We hungered for this devastation. The indecisiveness of rather or not we’d love one another and let our love be true or hunt for the next excuse we find to run away from it.

It’s not too late to turn back around. I was contemplating it. I could leave right now and it wouldn’t matter. Wouldn’t erase our past.

I looked down at the dark rose petals on the floor. This must be the trail he’s left behind for me to follow. I walked down the living room on this trail that lead to a long hall.]

Great.

[I said sarcastically as I turned another corner. I see the rose petals still leading down another long hall. Next thing I know I’m turning corner after corner. How many damn corners have I already turned?]

I’m starting to get dizzy!

[I snapped thinking that he was here and that he’d hear me. I turned one last corner and that’s when I come across the beautiful clear glass. The rose petals lead me to a conservatory full of freshly bloomed irises. The pale moonlight reflecting upon them through the glass. My eyes danced along every single one. I was too enchanted to bring myself to go in yet. I noticed a white sheet of paper with cursive writing stuck on the glass. I reached up to carefully take the paper from it. My eyes scanned the paper where I read the first words.

𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒜𝓁𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒶,

𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝒾𝒻𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊. . .

𝑯 𝒖 𝒎 𝒂 𝒏 𝑭 𝒍 𝒂 𝒔 𝒉 𝒃 𝒂 𝒄 𝒌

“Alicena, réveille-toi, princesse! Hâte!” Words that wakes me from a deep slumber. The creaking of my bed being shook by my brother Avery. He sounded ecstatic for some reason. I turned on my side, groaning as an indication that I did not want to wake up right now.

“You don’t want to miss this!” He comes around the bed, taking me by the hand and pulling me up. With his help I was awake and planted on my feet. Barely holding my own balance as he tugged me and started running which only caused me to run with him down the steps and past our parents. Our father pulled his news paper away from his face to scold us. “Avery! Alicena!” He slammed his hand on the arm rest of the couch “Pas de course dans la maison! You’re both of age! I shouldn’t have to tell you that anymore!” He was right. I was sixteen in a half and Avery would be twenty one in a few days. We both scoffed, stopping in our tracks in the doorway. “Apologies, father!” He said as he shut the door behind us and I ran down the wooden steps. I feel a light sting against my bare feet from the hot concrete. The sun always beamed like this mid June. Avery comes behind me, his hand covering my eyes as he guides me.]

I should’ve put some shoes on. What’s the big deal anyways, Avery?

[I asked as I feel dirt and grass beneath my feet that catches in between my toes as he turned us to walk on a different path.]

Why did you wake me up just to take me to the garden?

[“I messed up last year so I wanted to grow them again and this time full.” He takes his hands away from my eyes. I was struck by the sight of beautiful Iris flowers surrounding us in the garden.] Oh mon Dieu! [My lips part to gasp happily, I kneeled down to touch the flowers with a twinkle in my eyes.]

So beautiful and soft!

[I said while turning to look up at Avery. The sun shining down on his blonde hair that made it look ash blonde under its light. He smiled down at me, his own happiness was enough to warm me and make me feel safe. He was truly my only friend. My brother and my protecter. “Mother isn’t going to be happy when she discovers I put flowers in the place of her tomatoes.” Laughter expelled from him and it was so contagious that I too had to laugh. “Princess, I have something to tell you. I’ll be going away to handle some business with our father.” he confessed while kneeling down to join me. “Just a couple of days and I will be back.” He reassures me and places his hand on my back to caress. I sighed like it was the end of the world.]

Why? Your birthday is next week! He said you didn’t have to worry about the family business until after!

[“I have to sooner or later. Besides… it will keep him sober.” Keeping our father sober was his top priority. I didn’t blame him. We both feared him. Our Mother was the main target of his abuse but at some point it became Avery and me. His wrath was nothing pretty especially when it’s liquor fueled. Avery had the scars on his back to prove it and I hated our father for it. The memories of that night still haunts me. It was the first time he tried to strike me and Avery challenged him. Our father insisted on breaking Avery down that night.

I could still hear their yelling and glass shattering across wooden floors. My own cries pleading him to stop. Each time he dragged Avery across the floor the glass would slice into his flesh and despite the sight of his only sons blood pooling everywhere it didn’t stop him. No remorse for the trauma he was putting him through and I could never forget it or forgive him. Therefore I will always resent our father.]

How long? You know mother doesn’t like when we’re alone.

[Averys arm went around my shoulder, tugging me into a warm embrace. One that was soothing enough to quiet my worries and all my doubts

“It will just be for a couple of days.

𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙞𝙛𝙩…”

𝑩 𝒂 𝒄 𝒌 𝒕 𝒐 𝒑 𝒓 𝒆 𝒔 𝒆 𝒏 𝒕

That was the last time I saw my brother, heard his voice or even did something as simple as breathe him in.

Death was a way of life but I always have questions. Why Avery? Why now?

I imagined him living a full life. No matter what the future held I always pictured him in it. That was my reality and now it’s fractured.

Why was he stripped away from me so sudden and so soon?

Why not a little longer?

I am angry but not with him.

I know there is no right or wrong way to deal with loss. No time limit on grieving when someone you love is ripped away from you.

When that someone is your light at the end of the dark tunnel. When that someone is like the fresh air you breathe into your lungs.

I lost him and I wasn’t ready. Who could ever be ready? Death isn’t prepared. It just happens and it left me in shambles. For years I have tried to bury that anguish and replace it but nothing will ever take the place of the hole he’s left behind. Not the blood of my victims that courses through my veins or the failed lovers I tried to pour my love into. They abandoned me every single time so I was left with the empty void forever. Whatever could take the place of that anger, pain and heartbreak? That grief that nothing could change.

Moments of time that can never be brought back. No amount of tears even if I cried a river…

My hands were shakey, it made the letter more difficult read. I hadn’t read past the first line yet. I had a manifested rage in my heart for Adonis. Was this suppose to be a kind gesture? All I could suspect him of was doing something cruel to me. Placing a weakness right before me that I could not avoid. What other meaning could there be?

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥!]

Parting gift?!

[I repeated while scoffing and shaking my head. I was already spiraling in my newfound anger. As much as I had hoped he was here I could feel the coldness and emptiness of the void his presence left behind. He wasn’t here. This time his absence felt more permanent. If he was just going to abandon me again why did he seek me out? To look at me with so much love in his eyes and grant me false hope was torturous.]

He wrote me a letter just to tell me he’s abandoning me again!

[The thought of shredding this letter crossed my mind. He didn’t even deserve the satisfaction of having me read his words.

𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒜����𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒶,

𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝒾𝒻𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝑔��𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒸𝑜𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈. 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌, 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝑔𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎, 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐵𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹.

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒’𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹. 𝒮𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓈.

𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝒾𝒻𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝑜. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎. 𝒱𝓊𝓁𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓊𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉. 𝒜𝓁𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝒾𝓉, 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓋𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝒾𝓂. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒. 𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈. 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝒾𝒻𝓉 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶 𝓅𝒾𝑒𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉. 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓊𝓅 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝐼’𝓋𝑒 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽.

𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓋𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼’𝓂 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒻𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝐼 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝐼 𝓁𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝑒𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒜𝓁𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒶 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓂. 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝐼 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒.

𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓈 𝐼’𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐼𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹’𝓋𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒, 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 ���𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓈 𝐼 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒. 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝑜 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃’𝓉. 𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑔𝑜 𝒷𝓎 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇. 𝐼 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼’𝓋𝑒 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓂𝑒. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒. 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉.

𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹𝒷𝓎𝑒, 𝑀𝓎 𝐵𝓇𝒶𝓉 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈.

𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

𝒜𝒹𝑜𝓃𝒾𝓈.

My hands were still shaking as I reached the end of the letter. Words were powerful and his crushed me. I could feel the sharpness of the blade they delivered just twisting and twisting in my heart. I wanted out of this pain. I started to crumble the paper within my hands. I screamed out in my own anguish and sorrow. I started to punch through the glass of the conservatory. Glass shattering around me and piercing through the flesh of my knuckles.]

After everything you left me and I’m just suppose to accept this?!

[I started to destroy the room he sought out to be 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚. The pots that were keeping the irises were now broken, soil scattered across the floor mixed in with the glass and my blood that was still pooling from wounds in my hands.]

I don’t need this and I don’t need you! I never needed anyone!

[The blade in my heart still twisting and twisting. The pain brought me to my knees. I screamed again from this pain that I couldn’t take but it was a pain I needed to face. My palms were in the glass, piercing into my skin deep and physically it felt numb to me.

There was a self destructive thought that told me this was my fault. This was my consequence for acting on desires like love when your soul is damned. For all the blood of the innocent that courses through my veins. This was my punishment. The idea of a companion at my side to join me in this blood shed was just an idea alone. It was madness. There was no doubt that this story between Adonis and I was over. Sooner later it had to end and one of us had to break the cycle… and the worst part was that I couldn’t bring myself to hate him for it. Sometimes we lose what we cannot control.

If there’s anything that loss has taught me . . .

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯.]

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List of symbols

Flowers

𑁍 𖣦 ❀ ✿ ❁ ❃ ❊ ✣ ✼ ❉ ꕤ᯽֍❁ ᪥ ❀❁ꕥ𓇬⚘𓆸𓆹𓆼𓇊𓇚

Hearts

♡ ♡ ❥ ❦ ❧ ❤︎ ♥︎ ♡̷ ♡ ྀ =͟͟͞♡ ఌ ꨄ <3 ♡⃕

Stars

✶ 𖤐 ★ 𒀭 ✧ ✦⭒ ✮ ⋆ ꙳ ✧ ⊹ 。°˖ ✰✯ ⊛✺✹✸✷ ✬✫❂✯⍟✪✩ ☾

Arrows

↳ ↱ ⇢ ➯ ↝ ➸ ➹ ↬ ↫ ￫ ➥ ⁀➷ ➠ ⟿ ↺ ↻ ⇘ ⇙ ⇗ ⇖ ➟➠➙➚➛➜☇➔⇪⇩⇨⇧⇦➢➣➥➦➧➪➫➬➯➱➲➳➴➽➼➾⇳⇣⇢⇜⇝⇡⇠

Boxes

□░■☒☐❒▥▤▦▨◧◨◩ ◫◰◱◲▭▯▒▓▢▮⊞⊟⊠⊡ ∎⊞⊟⊠⊡▁■□▢▣▓▥▦▧▨▩▫◪◩◨◧◈◇◆❑❒◫◙◳◲◱◰

Circles

⊖⊘⊙⊚⊛⊜⊝◉○◌◍◎●◐◑◒◓◔◕◖◗◦◯◴◵◶❍⦿⊕⊗

Triangles

⊿▲△▴▵▷▸▹►▻▼▽▾▿◁◂◃◄◅◢◣◤◥◭◮◸◹◺◿∇∆ ⫷ ⫸

Office

☏ ✄ ✎ ✐ ✑ ✁ ✃ ✆

Borders

┊͙write in me ┊͙ ꒰ write in me ꒱ 【 write in me 】 「 write in me 」 『 write in me 』 ⌠ write in me ⌡〔 write in me 〕 〖 write in me〗 « write in me » ‹ write in me › ◣ Write in me ◥ ʚ write in me ɞ ❝ write in me ❞ ˗ˏˋwrite in meˎˊ˗

Swirls

﹏﹏﹏‍ ༄࿓ ؂ 𓏲 𓂅 ࿔ 𖦹 ꩜ 𖣠 ⌇ ᝰ ꕀ ꒰ 𓍲 𓍱 𓍯𖥦𓂃﹏ ๑ ໑ ࿔ ७५୭᠀𑁯 ੭ ৎ ຊ∿ꔵ ຯ ໒೨𖧧Ꮺ 𖡎౾ ౽ ೫

Dice

⚀ ⚁ ⚂ ⚃ ⚄ ⚅

Chess

♔��♖♗♘♙♞♝♜♛♚

Dividers

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Animals

𓆉𓆟𓃥𓃠𓃰𓃱𓃯𓃭𓃸𓃵𓃗𓃘𓃙𓃟𓄀𓄁𓄂𓃚𓃛𓃜𓃒𓃓𓃔𓃕𓃖𓃡𓃢𓃦𓃩𓃫𓃬𓃮𓃲𓃶𓃷𓃹𓃻𓃽𓃾𓃿𓄄𓄄𓄅𓄆𓄇𓆈𓆉𓆌𓆏𓆗𓆘𓆙𓆐𓆑𓆊𓆡𓆣𓆤𓄿𓅀𓅁𓅂𓅇𓅄𓅐𓅐𓅏𓅋𓅑𓅕𓅢𓅮𓅺𓅹𓅸𓅽𓆃𓆂𓅸

People

𓀞𓀞𓀟𓀠𓀡𓀢𓀣𓀩𓀨𓀧𓀦𓀤𓀥𓀪𓀫𓀬𓀀𓀁𓀂𓀈𓀇𓀆𓀅𓀃𓀊𓀉𓀋𓀌𓀍𓀎𓀕𓀔𓀓𓀒𓀑𓀏𓀖𓀛𓀙𓀘𓀗𓁅𓀜𓁄𓁃𓁂𓁁𓀝𓁆𓁋𓁇𓁈𓁗𓁖𓁕𓁔𓁓𓁎𓁍𓁐𓁒𓁙𓁘𓀭𓀲𓀱𓀽𓀼𓀾𓀻𓁲𓁀𓀿𓁤𓁵𓁨𓁱𓁰𓁩𓁪𓁫

Faces

☹ ☻ ㋡ ⍨⍢ツ ◡̎ ᙏ̤̫ ꪔ̤̥ ꪔ̤̮ ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ ( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅ ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)٩꒰｡•◡•｡꒱۶ ( o˘◡˘o) (*ฅ́˘ฅ̀*) ٩(๑´3｀๑)۶ ¨̮ (༎ຶ௰༎ຶ ) (๑•͈ᴗ•͈)( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ) ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾ ॑꒳ ॑ˊᗜˋ (୨୧ᵕ̤ᴗᵕ̤) ꒰･‿･๑꒱ ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡ ꒰˘̩̩̩⌣˘̩̩̩๑꒱♡. (ง ˃ ³ ˂)ว ⁼³₌₃⁼³ (꜆꜄ ˃ ³ ˂)꜆꜄꜆ ꒰ ¨̮͚ ꒱ ପ(⑅ˊᵕˋ⑅)ଓ ( ੭•͈ω•͈)੭ ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄*₎◞ ̑̑. °ʚ(*´꒳`*)ɞ° (∩˃o˂∩)♡ ꒰⑅ •̥ ·̮ •̥ ⑅꒱ ♥︎  ̀⁽ᵕ̈⁾ ́ (ू｡∵｡) ♡.̫♡ (╭☞•́⍛•̀)╭☞ ˃̶̤́˘͈ᵕ˘͈˂̶̤̀ ˙ᵕ˙ ᵔદᵔ ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ˶˙º̬˙˶ ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜ (ꈍᴗꈍ) ꒰｡ › ·̮ ‹ ｡꒱

Extras

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Letters

𝐴 𝐵 𝐶 𝐷 𝐸 𝐹 𝐺 𝐻 𝐼 𝐽 𝐾 𝐿 𝑀 𝑁 𝑂 𝑃 𝑄 𝑅 𝑆 𝑇 𝑈 �� 𝑊 𝑋 𝑌 𝑍

𝑎 𝑏 𝑐 𝑑 𝑒 𝑓 𝑔 ℎ 𝑖 𝑗 𝑘 𝑙 𝑚 𝑛 𝑜 𝑝 𝑞 𝑟 𝑠 𝑡 𝑢 𝑣 𝑤 𝑥 𝑦 𝑧

𝐀 𝐁 𝐂 𝐃 𝐄 𝐅 𝐆 𝐇 𝐈 𝐉 𝐊 𝐋 𝐌 𝐍 𝐎 𝐏 𝐐 𝐑 𝐒 𝐓 𝐔 𝐕 𝐖 𝐗 𝐘 𝐙

𝐚 𝐛 𝐜 𝐝 𝐞 𝐟 𝐠 𝐡 𝐢 𝐣 𝐤 𝐥 𝐦 𝐧 𝐨 𝐩 𝐪 𝐫 𝐬 𝐭 𝐮 𝐯 𝐰 𝐱 𝐲 𝐳

𝗔 𝗕 𝗖 𝗗 𝗘 𝗙 𝗚 𝗛 𝗜 𝗝 𝗞 𝗟 𝗠 𝗡 𝗢 𝗣 𝗤 𝗥 𝗦 𝗧 𝗨 𝗩 𝗪 𝗫 𝗬 𝗭

𝗮 𝗯 𝗰 𝗱 𝗲 𝗳 𝗴 𝗵 𝗶 𝗷 𝗸 𝗹 𝗺 𝗻 𝗼 𝗽 𝗾 𝗿 𝘀 𝘁 𝘂 𝘃 𝘄 𝘅 𝘆 𝘇

𝓐 𝓑 𝓒 𝓓 𝓔 𝓕 𝓖 𝓗 𝓘 𝓙 𝓚 𝓛 𝓜 𝓝 𝓞 𝓟 𝓠 𝓡 𝓢 𝓣 𝓤 𝓥 𝓦 𝓧 𝓨 𝓩

𝓪 𝓫 𝓬 𝓭 𝓮 𝓯 𝓰 𝓱 𝓲 𝓳 𝓴 𝓵 𝓶 𝓷 𝓸 𝓹 𝓺 𝓻 𝓼 𝓽 𝓾 𝓿 𝔀 𝔁 𝔂 𝔃

𝐴 𝐵 𝐶 𝐷 𝐸 𝐹 𝐺 𝐻 𝐼 𝐽 𝐾 𝐿 𝑀 𝑁 𝑂 𝑃 𝑄 𝑅 𝑆 𝑇 𝑈 𝑉 𝑊 𝑋 𝑌 𝑍

𝒂 𝒃 𝒄 𝒅 𝒆 𝒇 𝒈 𝒉 𝒊 𝒋 𝒌 𝒍 𝒎 𝒏 𝒐 𝒑 𝒒 𝒓 𝒔 𝒕 𝒖 𝒗 𝒘 𝒙 𝒚 𝒛

𝙰 𝙱 𝙲 𝙳 𝙴 𝙵 𝙶 𝙷 𝙸 𝙹 𝙺 𝙻 𝙼 𝙽 𝙾 𝙿 𝚀 𝚁 𝚂 𝚃 𝚄 𝚅 𝚆 𝚇 𝚈 𝚉

𝚊 𝚋 𝚌 𝚍 𝚎 𝚏 𝚐 𝚑 𝚒 𝚓 𝚔 𝚕 𝚖 𝚗 𝚘 𝚙 𝚚 𝚛 𝚜 𝚝 𝚞 𝚟 𝚠 𝚡 𝚢 𝚣

𝕬 𝕭 𝕮 𝕯 𝕰 𝕱 𝕲 𝕳 𝕴 𝕵 𝕶 𝕷 𝕸 𝕹 𝕺 𝕻 𝕼 𝕽 𝕾 𝕿 𝖀 𝖁 𝖂 𝖃 𝖄 𝖅

𝖆 𝖇 𝖈 𝖉 𝖊 𝖋 𝖌 𝖍 𝖎 𝖏 𝖐 𝖑 𝖒 𝖓 𝖔 𝖕 𝖖 𝖗 𝖘 𝖙 𝖚 𝖛 𝖜 𝖝 𝖞 𝖟

𝔄 𝔅 ℭ 𝔇 𝔈 𝔉 𝔊 ℌ ℑ 𝔍 𝔎 𝔏 𝔐 𝔑 𝔒 𝔓 𝔔 ℜ 𝔖 𝔗 𝔘 𝔙 𝔚 𝔛 𝔜

𝔞 𝔟 𝔠 𝔡 𝔢 𝔣 𝔤 𝔥 𝔦 𝔧 𝔨 𝔩 𝔪 𝔫 𝔬 𝔭 𝔮 𝔯 𝔰 𝔱 𝔲 𝔳 𝔴 𝔵 𝔶 𝔷

𝘼 𝘽 𝘾 𝘿 𝙀 𝙁 𝙂 𝙃 𝙄 𝙅 𝙆 𝙇 𝙈 𝙉 𝙊 𝙋 𝙌 𝙍 𝙎 𝙏 𝙐 𝙑 𝙒 𝙓 𝙔 𝙕

𝙖 𝙗 𝙘 𝙙 𝙚 𝙛 𝙜 𝙝 𝙞 𝙟 𝙠 𝙡 𝙢 𝙣 𝙤 𝙥 𝙦 𝙧 𝙨 𝙩 𝙪 𝙫 𝙬 𝙭 𝙮 𝙯

𝒜 ℬ 𝒞 𝒟 ℰ ℱ 𝒢 ℋ ℐ 𝒥 𝒦 ℒ ℳ 𝒩 𝒪 𝒫 𝒬 ℛ 𝒮 𝒯 𝒰 𝒱 𝒲 𝒳 𝒴 𝒵

𝒶 𝒷 𝒸 𝒹 𝑒 𝒻 𝑔 𝒽 𝒾 𝒿 𝓀 𝓁 𝓂 𝓃 𝑜 𝓅 𝓆 𝓇 𝓈 𝓉 𝓊 𝓋 𝓌 𝓍 𝓎 𝓏

𝔸 𝔹 ℂ 𝔻 𝔼 𝔽 𝔾 ℍ 𝕀 𝕁 𝕂 𝕃 𝕄 ℕ 𝕆 ��� ℚ ℝ 𝕊 𝕋 𝕌 𝕍 𝕎 𝕏 𝕐 ℤ

𝕒 𝕓 𝕔 𝕕 𝕖 𝕗 𝕘 𝕙 𝕚 𝕛 𝕜 𝕝 𝕞 𝕟 𝕠 𝕡 𝕢 𝕣 𝕤 𝕥 𝕦 𝕧 𝕨 𝕩 𝕪 𝕫

Numbers

①②③④⑤⑥⑦⑧⑨⑩

⑪⑫⑬⑭⑮⑯⑰⑱⑲⑳

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𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚

(Amphibia x Female Reader)

"𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓵𝔂."~ 𝓔𝓭𝓰𝓪𝓻 𝓐𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷 𝓟𝓸𝓮

ʚ☾☼☽︎ɞ

As your unfortunate luck would have it, your mother decided to surprise you with a move to California. All of your previous friends ditched you because of fake rumours, making you wonder, were they even your friends at all? As much as you pretended you didn't care, you always knew you would. The feelings of sadness, betrayal, anger and hurt always linger in your mind. So you decided it was best to move to a different state for a better start. After all, it's what your sister would have wanted. However, it seems your unluckiness couldn't get enough. Because maybe you were unlucky enough to get trapped in another world through a music box stolen from a thrift store. But someone can't possibly be that unlucky?… Right?

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✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 1 - 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒐

!𝑻𝑾!: 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒉*𝒓𝒎, 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉, 𝒈𝒂𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆.

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A soft golden light began to fill in through the windows of the car you were sleeping in, casting a warm glow on your face as the sun rose into the sky, creating a beautiful painting of colors. The coastal air was warm and salty and provided a nice breeze. Morning dew shimmered off the blades of grass as it was early in the morning. 

Your mother had recently decided to move to California, a decision you did not understand. Part of you still wanted to hang on to the place you grew up in, even with the bad memories. It was 6 am because your mom had decided it would be best to leave early. She had been driving throughout the entire night. You rubbed your eyes and took in your surroundings. Large buildings and traffic, 'how wonderful.' The voice of your mother regains your focus. 

"Did you sleep well, darling?", she asks.

You nodded in response to her question. Mornings never came easy for you, as you enjoyed your rest, not to mention how you had to take melatonin to fall asleep. However, a sudden jerk in traffic startles you awake and causes your mother to laugh, as you roll your eyes in annoyance. 

"Is the traffic always this bad here?" You ask as your mother turns down a different road.

She chuckles at your irritation and nods. "If we are lucky, the traffic won't be as bad in this neighborhood."

Your mother had always had a sense of style and reassurance to her. A kind of reassurance that makes you feel warm and safe. She would always wear simple yet elegant clothes, usually matched with small pearl earrings and a sleek pair of heels. Your mother would wear light floral perfume, unlike the heavy axe body spray that the musty boys at the school would wear. On the other hand, you dressed differently. You had three piercings each on both ears, multiple necklaces, and trendy clothes. Despite having a completely different style than your mom, she still loved you entirely. 

A very large house came into view as your mother pulled up the driveway. Yet your blank expression stayed the same. For as long as you can remember, your family has had decent money. You had nice clothes, a nice house, a nice car, and loads of other nice things that aren't necessary for survival, and you were beyond grateful. Empty boxes were stacked outside near the trash can, as you were informed everything has already been unpacked. When the car came to a stop, you grabbed all of your belongings and rushed inside the front door and up the stairs, almost dropping everything in the process. Your room was huge and had anything you could have wanted. (You can imagine your room however you'd like) You set all of your things down and begin rearranging some of your stuff. Footsteps sounded and you turned to see your mother standing in your doorway. 

"Do you like your new room? It's an upgrade compared to the last one you had."

"Yes! It's awesome!", your voice sounding with  enthusiasm.

Your mother smiled warmly at you and approached you to envelop you in a hug. Before you could hug back, she let go and ruffled your hair. You frowned slightly. 

"I have to go to work already, and I won't be home until later tonight, so feel free to go and explore the different shops and stores, but make sure to stay safe and keep your phone on at all times."

A completely new city full of different people. The thought made you nervous. Your mom seemed to notice your nervousness, because she added, "Don't feel like you have to go out and look around. It was just a suggestion. But I do think it would be a good opportunity to make some new friends and familiarize yourself with the city."

You beamed at her as she kissed you on the forehead. "I love you, mom." She smiled back at you and responded, "I love you too, sweetheart." She turned around and made her way downstairs, her heels making noises each time she walked. You walked over to the entrance of your room and leaned on the doorframe, watching your mother leave. 

She looked up at you from downstairs, "If you decide to go outside don't stay out too late, and if I call you, respond!", she paused, "If there's something you need I'm only a phone call away!"

You replied with a happy grin, "I understand mom." 

The door closed as your mother left for her new job. The house was quiet and peaceful, and you looked at the clock. An idea popped into your head. 'Why don't I explore some of the shops around town? She didn't say where I could go, and a little fun won't hurt.' With a smirk, you turned around and opened the closet. You chose a cute outfit paired with converse. (Can be any outfit you want to wear.)

You twirled around a bit and then grabbed your purse as you pulled your phone out. The sun was up already, signaling the official beginning of the day. 'Where should I go? After all, this is my first time being in California.' Your stomach rumbled, distracting you from your previous thoughts. You pulled up nearby food places on google and scrolled through the restaurants. A restaurant named "Thai Go'' caught your attention. 'Hmmm... I've never had Thai food before, and it's not too far away.' You thought for a second before making a decision and heading downstairs.

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You walked on the sidewalk next to the streets in my neighborhood. 'Not much further until I arrive.' The buildings in California were large and took time to get used to. After a few more minutes of walking, you arrived at your destination. You pushed the door open and walked inside. 

A beautiful girl emerged from the back. She looked around your age and had soft, curly brown hair, tanned skin, long eyelashes, and hazel eyes. You froze for a second as your cheeks turned red. 'She's gorgeous...Lord have mercy I'm gay as hell.' 

"Hi! How may I help you?"

You snapped out of the trance you were in and smiled warmly at her as you placed your order. The girl behind the counter nodded and went into the back again. You turned around and sat down at one of the tables and pulled your phone out. A few minutes pass and the pretty girl comes back out with a to-go bag and hands it to you. 

"Here's your food-", she pauses then speaks up again, "Hey, you go to Saint James?" The pretty girl points at the pin on your bag. You look down at your bag for a second before looking back up at her.

"Oh- Yeah, I just moved here not too long ago actually." 

"Nice! I go to Saint James too, it's not too bad of a school." She smiles at you. 'So pretty..'

A voice from the back interrupts your conversation, "Anne!" 

'She even has a pretty name..' The girl in front of you looks up and yells back. "In a second mom! I'm talking to someone!"

The voice yells again, "We have work to do! You can socialize later!"

Anne lets out a sigh and turns back to you. "I have to get back to work. Maybe I'll see you at school."

You nod, "It was nice meeting you, Anne." 

"Oh, by the way, I don't think I ever got your name?"

"It's (Y/N)." You said as you flashed a sweet smile at her. You swore you saw her cheeks turn pink. 

You turned around and walked out the door. A yellow piece of paper attached to the side of the bag caught your eye. It had a phone number and a cute note written on it. ('Maybe we'll see each other at school? ❤️ -Anne') Your heart races as your cheeks return to their previous red state. 

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After sitting on a bench beside the sidewalk and eating your food, you decided to look at the different stores around town. While walking down the sidewalk, you got distracted and weren't paying attention, and ran straight into someone. 

You both fell backwards, almost hitting your head during the ordeal. A Nintendo switch landed in your lap, and you recognized the game they were playing. You looked up at them as they were shaken out of their daydreaming. The girl you had run into was also beautiful. 'Why am I meeting so many pretty girls today?' She had shiny, black hair in a pixie cut, emerald green eyes, tanned skin, and a cute hair clip holding her hair out of her face. 

"Ah- I'm sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!" You apologized as you stood up and held your hand out for her to grab. She looked up at you.

"It's fine!! I mean- it was my fault anyway, I got too distracted." 

She placed her hand in yours, and you pulled her up. As your luck would have it, you almost toppled backwards, seconds away from her falling on top of you. Thankfully, you caught yourself and prevented another accident from happening. The girl was still holding onto you and now partially leaning on you after you almost fell over. You both made eye contact for a split second before you separated. 

"Ack-! I'm sorry!" She blushed and launched herself backwards, slightly covering her face in embarrassment. 

You realized what had just happened, and your face turned red. 'I'm being tested today. Two pretty girls in a row?'

You shook your head bashfully. "It's ok! I should be paying more attention to my surroundings."

Turning your attention back to the Nintendo, which was currently laying on the ground, you picked it up and looked back up at the girl, who was fidgeting with her fingers.

"Hey, I love this game! I play it all the time!"

Upon hearing this, her expression changed completely. She was grinning from ear to ear, so happily you swore she was emitting sparkles. 'So adorable!'

"You do?! I've never met anyone who likes this game!"

You nod with a grin and hand the Nintendo back. 

"That's so cool! I've always wanted to talk to someone about this game, but no one ever listens!" She continued to ramble, but you didn't mind, even though the people passing by gave you strange looks. You giggled at her. The girl in front of you seemed to come back to her senses when realized she was rambling about a video game to a stranger. 

"Ah- I'm rambling! Sorry!-" 

You smiled at her reaction. "It's ok! It was cute."

She blushed at your words, almost falling over again while scrambling to grab the rest of her things. 

You started, "It was nice meeting you.... uh-"

"Clumsy-, I mean-, Marcy! My name is Marcy."

"Nice to meet you, Marcy. I'm (Y/N)."

She smiled and looked away. You walked up to her and gently brushed her hair behind her ear, and placed her green hair clip back in her hair, startling her in the process. She looked you in the eyes. 

"The color green suits you."

You then turned and walked away, leaving her standing there like a scarecrow. Her face was red.

✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡

You decided to head to the mall to go shopping, curious about what stores were there. However, you couldn't stop thinking about your previous interactions with Marcy and Anne. Your heart surged with hope and excitement at the idea of having new friends.

On the topic of friends, your mind drifted to the past. After the whole situation with your old friends, of course, you were left heartbroken. You just wanted the people who betrayed you to feel how bad you were hurting. Any little mistake or misunderstanding that happened because of you, they would abandon you without an explanation. 

This had happened so many times before, yet you were foolish enough to run back to them, hoping maybe things would be different. Hoping that maybe, everything would be ok. But eventually, you realized it never would. For the first time, you didn't care if they weren't your friends, because you had others, Or so you thought. You were naive, dumb maybe, but not stupid.

Rumors had spread to the rest of your friends, then all of a sudden, you were alone. Again. Like the ground had been pulled from under your feet. 

Your trust had been broken beyond mending. As much as you wanted to deny it, you couldn't. You were afraid. Afraid of what was next, afraid of them, afraid of everything you worked hard to accomplish crumbling. Some nights you'd lay awake, worrying about what would happen next. Some nights you even think about hurting yourself, in an attempt to forget what you were feeling. Even after all of the pain, this still wasn't the worst part.

The thing that hurt the most was them. A person you had known since you were little. Your best friend and your idol. You had fallen in love. Hearing them talk to you made your heart jump and butterflies emerge in your stomach. You could go on and on about the things you loved about them. You even dreamed about the future and the possibility of you two getting married. They were your girlfriend for over 3 years.. until they weren't. And you knew there was no coming back from this.

You were currently in the middle of a store in the mall. Throughout your entire thought process, you were so zoned out you hadn't even noticed the tears running down your face. 

"Hey-, Are you ok?" A voice startling you out of your trance. You looked up and almost had a heart attack at the beautiful girl standing in front of you. 'If I keep meeting pretty girls I'm going to die.'

"Yeah. I'm fine, my eyes are just watering haha.." You looked away from her eyes. She didn't believe your lie. To your surprise, she gently grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at her. Then used her thumb to wipe your tears. You blushed at her sudden actions. 

"I don't know.., these look like tears to me. Are you sure you're ok?"

You looked into her eyes for a moment. She had long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, bright cerulean eyes, and long eyelashes. 'Good lord, give me strength. All of these interactions are giving me mixed signals.' You were currently gay and panicking.

"Yes. I'm fine, just some personal issues. It's not that big of a deal."

She looked at you with concern, her eyes gravitating toward your purse. "You go to Saint James?"

You nodded. "I just moved here not too long ago."

"I figured. I would notice when someone new is at our school."

She let go of your chin and introduced herself. "You're cute, My name is Sasha."

Hearing this you turned as red as a tomato, and the pretty girl laughed at your reaction. 

"I'm (Y/N)."

"Your name is pretty, just like you."She winked at you.

At this point, you had already become a flustered mess. This seemed to amuse Sasha.

"I'll see you at school (Y/N). Also before you go, here's my phone number, text me sometime." Sasha handed you your phone back, with her phone number already entered. 'When did she-?'

As you looked up to ask her when she grabbed your phone, she was already gone.

✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡

You finally returned home. It was already beginning to turn dark outside. Running up the stairs into your bedroom, you jumped on the bed. 'Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, my my gosh-'

Your hands covered your red face as you thought about your day. 'I flirted with three pretty girls... On my first day here.'

"Maybe moving here wasn't such a bad idea after all." Smirking at the entire ordeal.

✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡

[lamnta-arc]

                                     @absntia    sent          :          ❛   night terrors .                                                   (          𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊    𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍          )

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆,   𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃  𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓  𝐘𝐎𝐔.    you  awaken  with  wild  eyes,   clawing,   trembling,   and  blind.    the  scent  of  smoke  lingers  still,   coiling  tightly  in  your  throat,   dragging  you  further  into  a  memory  you  wish  nothing  more  than  to  abandon .          [    𝘙𝘜𝘕 ,   𝘓𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘌𝘓𝘖𝘛 .    𝘎𝘌𝘛  𝘈𝘚  𝘍𝘈𝘙  𝘍𝘙𝘖𝘔  𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌  𝘈𝘚  𝘠𝘖𝘜  𝘊𝘈𝘕 .    ]          frantic  hands  and  frightened  tears  to  scream  a  song  of  blades.    the  hand  you  clutched  within  your  own.          [    𝙄  𝘾𝘼𝙉  𝙁𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 !    ]          there  is  nowhere  to  run,   eclipse  as  descent  into  darkness,   into  terror,   into  everything  you  could  not  escape.    you  hear  them  sobbing.    stench  of  blood  cuts  through  ash.    there  is  only  red,   only  red  and  the  iron  grip  on  your  jaw,   turning  your  face  to  piles  and  pyres  and  empty  weeping  eyes .

𝒚 𝒐 𝒖   𝒄 𝒂 𝒏 𝒏 𝒐 𝒕    𝒃 𝒓 𝒆 𝒂 𝒕 𝒉 𝒆 .

&  then  his  voice  comes,   sweeping  away  the  rot.    ocean  breeze  and  moonshine .          '    𝘭 𝘢 𝘯 𝘤 𝘦 𝘭 𝘰 𝘵 ,    '          he  says ,    and  you  come  home.    how  perfectly  your  forms  join,   your  face  buried  in  the  crook  of  his  neck,   taking  all  of  him  in    (  anything  to  dissipate  the  destruction,   anything .  )    a  prayer  finds  its  way  to  your  lips ,   hoarse  and  raw    ;    𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝙰𝚁𝙴  𝙼𝚈  𝙷𝙸𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴  𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁  𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁  𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂  𝙲𝙰𝙽  𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂  𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙳  𝚁𝙴𝙵𝚄𝙶𝙴,   𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙴𝙲𝚃  𝙼𝙴  𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼  𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙱𝙻𝙴  𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝙺𝙴𝙴𝙿  𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙻  𝙵𝙰𝚁  𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼  𝙼𝙴,   𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙳  𝙶𝙾𝙳  𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝙰𝚁𝙴  𝙼𝚈  𝙷𝙸𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴    . . .

time  slows  and  as  it  crawls  to  a  stop,  you  meet  his  gaze.    oh,   you  could  drown  yourself  in  those  beautiful  eyes,    you  could  finally  absolve  yourself  of  these  demons.          ❝    i'm  sorry ,   i’m  sorry  ―    ❞          you  croak,   making  no  move  to  untangle  your  limbs.    how  can  you  tell  him  that  his  heartbeat  is  yours ?    every  breath,   every  flutter,   every  sweet  stitching  of  serenity.   𝐢'𝐦  𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐲𝐨𝐮 .

                   ❝    i  did  not  mean  to  wake  you .    ❞

[mcrningstar-a]

the hunter is laid out on the ground, multiple cracked ribs no doubt from a fall. conscious is fading, breathing has slowed. "𝒉-𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒓 himself i don't die in a fucking warehouse." face presses against the cold floor, hand gripping the large bite mark on the side of his neck; more blood running from it than blayne can plug up. left for a slow and painful end. growing delirious, words dragging on. "bastard. bet you'd love getting wishes like your pops."

@barriicades.

they’re downstairs in lux when it happens.  the crowds have thinned out a little, small clusters of people gathered around the club, some lingering near the piano where lucifer sits.  fingers gliding across ivory keys, head lowered, brow furrowed.  PENSIVE.  lost in the music, in that purest expression of emotion, where they pour every bit of their focus into the melody and rhythm, mind empty of all other worries, for once.  they do not think, they just feel.  a release  —  temporary peace.

until that peace is abruptly shattered by, of all things, a PRAYER. 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒓. even more shocking?  the voice is blayne’s.

hands fumble on keys, a DISCORDANT sound ending the piece abruptly.  every hair on lucifer’s body stands on end  —  muscles tensing.  the words buzz inside their head, echoing, an electric shudder zipping down their spine.  it doesn’t stop with those first three words  —  what follows is all but a cry for help, followed by a mocking quip that might’ve made them laugh if they weren’t shocked into utter stillness.  characteristic of blayne;  but what is definitely out of the ordinary is the way his voice slurs.  words dragging together.  PAINED.  for a split second, lucifer tastes copper and gunpowder  —  blood and agony.

if BLAYNE ROLLAND is praying to THE DEVIL, something must be seriously wrong. and that is the only thought lucifer has before they’re on their feet and moving.

there is a difference between the multitude of empty pleas spoken daily toward satan by those who know not on whom they call, and the terrible intimacy of a DIRECT prayer from someone who knows lucifer as the devil.  the former go ignored, blocked out for the sake of lucifer’s own sanity  —  but the latter?  well.  lucifer morningstar may be many things, but they are not their FATHER, and they refuse to ignore such a call.  even from an enemy  —  even from someone like blayne.  objectively speaking, it would be in their best interest to not respond.  to let the hunter die.  self-preservation instincts scream at them to stop even as they rev the engine of the corvette;  with blayne gone, their life would no longer be in danger.  but those instincts are SHUT DOWN with an almost alarming lack of effort.  it is both the principle of upholding their vow of answering prayers, and a simple, undeniable truth.

lucifer does not want blayne to die.

ears ringing, head buzzing.  the lingering sensation leads them straight to him, to that warehouse on the outskirts of los angeles.  hands grasp the steering wheel with a white-knuckled grip, heartbeat like THUNDER against the cage of their ribs.  the warehouse is empty save for the man they seek when they arrive;  blayne’s attacker must have already gone, confident that they were leaving him for dead.  and they very nearly did.  there is so much BLOOD, pooling around his body from the wound on his neck  —  if lucifer could not still feel the flicker of his soul, could not hear his rasping breaths, they would fear they were too late.  as it is, what they feel is something terrifyingly close to relief at the sight of him still breathing.  quick strides have them at his side in moments, kneeling, red staining the knees of their slacks.

❛  well, well.  quite the predicament you’ve found yourself in, blayne.  i wondered what could be severe enough that you dared to SPEAK MY NAME.  ❜   hands find purchase and raise blayne’s body from the cold floor  —  lifting him to lean against their legs.   (  a not-so-old ache in their thigh twinges;  a scar hidden beneath fabric, left by that very first bullet he had fired at them.  )   a roll of bandages is brought out from a pocket;  they’d come prepared.  cold metal is pressed into blayne’s blood-slick hand  —  lucifer’s pocket flask of whiskey.   ❛  you look like you could use a drink.  ❜   deft fingers begin to wrap the gauze around his neck, applying pressure to the gaping bite.

[illumins]

𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞—𝒉. 𝒉𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑛 (#⁰¹)

✦trope: angst, supernatural

✦wordcount: 654

✧second pov

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In the dimly lit chamber, shadows sway like whispers of forgotten secrets, casting eerie shapes upon the walls. The air is thick with the scent of ancient magic, mingling with the faint aroma of smoldering incense. You stand at the room's center, your heart a tumultuous tempest within your chest as you grapple with the weight of your decision.

Before you, emerging from the darkness itself, stands Hyunjin, your personal demon. His presence is both captivating and disconcerting, his handsome features bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. He moves with the effortless grace of a predator, his steps silent and purposeful as he circles the room.

Hyunjin's lips curve into a playful smirk as he regards you with sparkling eyes, a mischievous glint dancing within their depths. He knows why you've summoned him, knows the burning desire for revenge that simmers beneath the surface of your calm exterior.

"Well, well, well," he purrs, his voice a velvety whisper that sends a shiver down your spine. "What brings you to summon me on this dark night, my dear witch?"

You offer him a knowing smile, unfazed by his proximity as he closes the distance between you, his movements smooth and fluid. You're accustomed to his flirtatious nature, his playful demeanor a familiar comfort in the darkness.

"I seek... guidance," you reply, your voice laced with playful amusement. "I am torn between the desire for revenge and the fear of what it might cost me."

Hyunjin's smirk widens into a knowing grin as he continues to circle around you, his gaze lingering on your face with unabashed admiration. "Ah, revenge," he muses, his voice dripping with honeyed charm. "Such a tantalizing temptation, is it not? But tell me, my dear witch, what do you hope to achieve by seeking vengeance?"

You meet his gaze with a steady stare, unfazed by the intensity of his gaze as he draws closer, his touch light and teasing as he brushes a stray lock of hair from your face. "I seek justice," you declare, your voice firm, and resolute. "I seek to right the wrongs that have been done to me and to those I care about."

Hyunjin's laughter fills the air, a melodic sound that dances upon the wind like a playful breeze. "And what of mercy?" he asks, his voice laced with amusement as he reaches out to trace a delicate pattern upon your skin. "Is that not a virtue worth considering?"

You lean into his touch, a smile playing at the corners of your lips as you revel in the warmth of his presence. "There is no room for mercy in the pursuit of justice," you retort, your voice tinged with playful defiance. "Those who have wronged me deserve to face the consequences of their actions, no matter how harsh they may be."

Hyunjin regards you with a knowing look, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Very well, my dear witch," he murmurs, his voice a seductive whisper. "If revenge is what you seek, then revenge you shall have. But remember, there is always a price to pay for such desires."

As you nod in acknowledgment, a searing pain shoots through your wrist, causing you to wince and glance down. There, etched into your skin, is a burning mark—a symbol of your first order to Hyunjin. Before you can react, Hyunjin grabs your wrist, his touch surprisingly gentle as he brings it up to his lips and presses a soft kiss against the mark.

With a smile that sends a shiver down your spine, Hyunjin slowly backs away, his form melting into the shadows until he disappears completely. And as you stand alone in the dimly lit chamber, the weight of your decision settling like a heavy cloak upon your shoulders, you know that your pact with Hyunjin will change the course of your destiny forever.

[decadentias]

𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆.

this whole arrangement had been a blessing in disguise as now shes found her one she’d be looking for in all the wrong places . there was no more need to try cause she knew it was Phoenix all by the way he accepted her & loved every flaw about her . ‘ if i’m your queen that makes you my king . ’ & valerie defiantly liked the sound of that . plump lips press back easily , following into the lovey dovey stages which were ones she used to pick on about others . orbs playfully roll at his words , ‘ i’m sure you’d like that very much wouldn’t you ? but i think we can manage like you said it’s only a couple hours … ’

·  ˚  𝒂   𝒇 𝒆 𝒘   𝒉 𝒐 𝒖 𝒓 𝒔   𝒍 𝒂 𝒕 𝒆 𝒓  ˚  ·

‘ woah , ’ seamlessly drift away lips , in awe that Phoenix had gone out of his way to have this be the newly couples first official getaway together really living it up to another level . luggage drops to the floor of their stay , optics analyze spacious setting a new territory she’d certainly get used to if this were a reoccurring set up . body weight presses against large bedding , giggles falling out & digits grabbing ahold of smooth comforters . ‘ oh gosh this place is amazing ! & we’re going to be here all this weekend ? ’ head turns back to face male completely impressed that this was up their sleeve . he hadn’t told her anything about where they’d be wanting it all to be a master surprise . ‘ now i really mean it that you have me feeling like a total queen . ’

PHOENIX HAD RENTED THE most luxurious villa with the best view. He went to town with it, and used his connections to make it work. It was unnecessarily spacious with a huge, comfortable king-sized bed. The atmosphere was cozy. Everything was perfect. He was thrilled to see how joyous she was, clearly liking the whole place, much to his relief. As she slumped on the bed, he joined her, and laid beside her. “Good because that’s exactly what I’m aiming for. So far, I’m doing a good job.” He grinned. He had a big thing up his sleeve. The very reason why he took her to this trip. It involved a life-changing question followed by a ring. “There’s a lot we can do here. I have an itinerary but it’s not set in stone. We’ll go with whatever you feel like doing.” 

[mamaterasu]

𝒉 eavensfists​  , 

she’s remembering her mother today, more so than she has on any other day. tifa won’t deny this; she misses her and still thinks about whether or not she could’ve seen her had she been able to see what was on the other side of that mountain. she’s remembering how her mother went all out on her birthday; how she made a cake from scratch–tifa’s favourite, too, strawberry shortcake. you couldn’t grow stawberries in nibelheim, or much of anything, because the earth was so dry, but her mother always managed.

she’s also not going to deny how today’s been a bit rough. rougher than most days. she had always thought that the slums were as good as it was ever going to get, that she’d have to make do with what life threw at her and do her best. she never really thought she’d be leaving, much less going on some adventure to stop the one responsible for destroying her hometown; going up against shinRa had always been an endeavour she saw herself participating in, because she wanted revenge–she still does–but it feels like, now, she’s being pulled and pushed in every which direction.

there’s things she needs to find out, particularly from cloud, because there’s things that aren’t adding up. and she’s worried about him…

…she’s pulled from her thoughts, and from the chores she’d been assigned to do when they set up camp, at the sound of muffled barking. it’s hard to miss her, with her pristine white coat and her large size–far larger than most wolves, at least the ones she remembers from back home. in the light of the setting sun, tifa can just make out the object clutched delicately in between ammy’s jaws and her eyes widen and become alight as her mouth opens in a surprised ‘o.’

she waits for the bouquet to be placed on the ground before picking it up. the colours of the hyacinths clash well with the purple daisies, and she takes a moment to smell their aroma; tifa closes her eyes in a moment of bliss, thinking she’s surrounded by flowers in a meadow, far away from any danger and questions that need answering. 

“they’re beautiful, ammy!” she places them on the ground and envelopes the wolf in an embrace; tifa burries her face in ammy’s white fur and she can smell the lingering scents of flowers upon her. quietly, loud enoug that ammy can hear her, she says, “thank you.”

tifa’s arms wrap around her so tightly!  she herself is a tender blanket made up of mementos and trinkets, faded memories still clinging onto soft skin and eyes as round as glass baubles. though her face is lost against amaterasu’s hide, she can still feel the smile spreading across flush lips and hears the way her breathing slowly but surely loosens. what tenseness can be caught in her shoulders subsides as well. perhaps this is more than enough, or perhaps more can be given. the answer remains obscure, though she doubts there can ever be a true and correct answer when it comes to gift-giving. 

happily sitting there while tifa envelops her so, tail thumbing behind and ears turned upright in excitement. birthdays were always the cause of such, weren’t they? she remembers though she can never quite recall ever celebrating her own, not that it ever truly mattered. brightening the bar was but one of those gifts, she hopes she might be able to give many more in time. brushing the length of her muzzle against tifa’s long night-sky hair, her own snout getting lost. the tip of her tail dances about and from it do faint wisps of grass fall. 

a sharp sniff there. a small wiggle here. the white wolf is more than content to stay here alongside tifa. ❝  arf!  arf! ❞  i knew they would flourish in your home!