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( AMARANTHA ⋮  persephone. )

     “do you serve wine here? is that weird?” she asks the keeper at the pub, who merely chuckles at her but after she gives her preference, he gives her a glass. she isn’t one to care about appearances - ever eccentric and semi-solitary, yet, at the bar, she always felt a bit insecure. bringing the glass to her lips, she’d feel eyes on her and turn to the person in the barstool next to her. “what?” she’d ask, upon swallowing the sip. “is this some sort of social faux pas that i’m unaware of? i like wine.”

she’s fidgety and there’s not much she can do to hide it. pubs, and any of the sort, are establishments hazel strays away from, a deliberate avoidance set off by the utter mistrust in herself and a clear track record that alters her self-confidence. despite her better judgment, hazel had tailed amarantha into the pub once she had caught the other’s silhouette from across the street. it’s been years, nostalgia can be a bitch and it’s risky business: a situation hazel was made for.  “  some would say it’s a mom’s go-to drink after picking their kids up from football practice, yeah? a moment to dive their feet in hot water ‘nd all, ” she jesters ---or tries to---, shooting her a crooked smile, rolling her well-earned blue chip between her fingers inside her jacket’s pocket restlessly.  

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( RYDER ⋮  zeus. )

Sometimes, he just needed a break from the room service of the hotel he lived at, and getting a cup of coffee from one of the several coffee shops he’d find in the midst of the city seemed like a good idea. Sitting on one of the tables, he scanned the place, he let his eyes land on the person that was walking out and, by chance, he ended up noticing a book, abandoned atop of a table. Running on the assumption that the person had stood up from that table, Ryder walked over, picked the book up, looking at its cover, and promptly followed them outside. Following them with a fast pace, he waited until he was close enough to call out to them. “Hey!” The man said to get their attention. Taking a few steps closer, he lifted the book. “This yours?”

“ oh----- as in me? ” the notion alone compels a light, skeptical chuckle out, facing the male with pinched brows. in a sense of the word, hazel was an avid reader, just not of books. medical investigations and innovations, magnificent papers by renowned doctors from around the globe, even MRIs and CT scans---- a book on itself was a one in a million occurrence. the brunette was there for the coffee and coffee alone; the foundation of her overall physical functioning and the thing that keeps her sane. “  ‘  truth, dare, or handcuffs or threeway  ’ by jade james,  ” she reads aloud, a single brow quirking.  “  mhm, not mine. finders keepers, yeah? this book found you for a reason. ”

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( OLIVER ⋮  aeolus. )

fingers ran across the white tiles, idly grazing the black ones, allowing a melodic tune to reach the air. enchanted by the sound his own mind traveled from the overfilled mall that he was playing in and went to a memory of his sisters dancing around the living room as he played the piano. it was an escape of reality that oliver had not been able to say no to when he had been walking down the path with his groceries. it was a small blue piano standing by the escalators that stated play me, and so he did. 

music draws people in like moths to a flame: the mellowness of the melody, its buoyant tempo----- it’s effortless, inevitable. for hazel, however, the impending haul triggers a euphoric stimulus from a soon-to-be-neurosurgeon’s point of view. plopping down on a nearby couch, she watches him, estimating a cognitive power just by that action alone. she honors his musical abilities with vowed silence... albeit short-lived----- she’s nosy, and someone who never quite learned how to read a room, so to speak. “ you been playing for long? ” she chimes in, cracking a smile as if the answer was already on her midst.

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Tell your boyfriend if he says he’s got beef, That I’m a vegetarian and I ain’t fucking scared of him.

Demeter to Persephone

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and as always, late for the party! don’t really care about me but: iris, she/they, est, 19. and that’s about IT. without further ado, here’s hazel aka demeter!!

( DEMETER ) – or more commonly known as ( HAZEL ZHOU ) seems to look a lot like ( CHLOE BENNET ), but they can thank medusa for that. she has been seen working as a ( SURGICAL RESIDENT ), and are quite ( DAUNTLESS ) however also ( IMPETUOUS ). she is ( TWENTY-SIX ) years old. // death tw, drug abuse tw.

FAIR WARNING, this will be messy and rushed bc i just want to plot and message people and start interacting!!

hazel is the youngest of five siblings. she has two other sisters and two brothers, originally from chelsea, london

her mother is a royal air force veteran and her father ran a small business before he was murdered in front of her and her oldest brother during an armed robbery when she was 6

and since, she’s ​been in a dark place she's constantly fighting to get out of and it’s hard but she TRIES

but sometimes it’s just not enough and as a teenager, her bf at the time offered a pill that would help her cope with her own demons. little did either of them know, hazel would grow addicted to prescription drugs

her addiction was so subtle and undermined, that it wasn’t until her graduation party when she overdosed that it sank in how deep in trouble she was. hazel was dead for two minutes, and if it hadn’t been for one of the party host’s parents, hazel would’ve never woken up. she struggles to stay sober and though she’s relapsed a couple times, she gets back of her feet each time

​knowing she had to live up to the expectations her siblings had imprinted in her mother’s mind (most of them doctors themselves, also a lawyer and a financial manager), hazel’s ambition to be seen as equal to them drove her to become a surgeon

she’s brilliant!! she also skipped fourth grade. the first four years of college she did at cambridge university and finished four years of med school top of her class at harvard, so she was abroad for four years and has been completing her surgical residency here in london

why london, tho? ‘cause she was dating this other dude and he PROPOSED and she just fled which led her to believe she wasn’t that in love with him in the first place?? maybe she was she doesn’t know she doesn’t THINK about it it’s OVER

not a very supporting family and has looked down on her since she overdosed. apparently shes too ‘wild’ and ‘unstable’ for them

hazel IS her emotions. they run wild and they take over and it’s why she could be a breeze and then a hurricane in a matter of seconds ( or you know, feel so sad and lonely that it becomes winter like that one time SOMEONE left to be with the god of the underworld... yk )

might not always show it tho!! she bottles them in and that’s why it’s nearly catastrophic when she does let them out

v impulsive, lives in the moment, risk taker

shes hardcore and she knows it and she wants you to know it

might give VERY good advice, but she suddenly can’t read when it comes to herself

loves snakes, fave animal (not snakey people tho)

is a fake vegetarian

v prone to make TERRIBLE decisions for herself but has never endangered a patients life. yet. for now.. wow

accent all over the place (four years in america does that to u sometimes)

she’s also been sober for exactly 487 days and she carries her blue chip with her at all times

bi af. maybe pan. who knows, but absolutely not straight.