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( epicsii )

            her brows furrow as she crumples the paper up into a ball,  throwing it at the direction of the trash bin a few feet away.  she misses,  but waves it off,  going back to the book on the desk.    “     i don’t  know,      ”     melinoe grumbles, having already been hunched over the book for a good part of the afternoon,  trying  to see if it had any information on how she could get her powers to surface, but to no avail.  the book in question was written in greek, tucked away in some less-populated area in the library.     “    i’m not exactly fluent in   greek  like most people assume i am.  i don’t even  know  if the word translates to sacrifice.  do i have to kill someone to get my powers?     ”

           ❝ TH-THAT’S NOT A GOOD IDEA. MURDER IS NEVER . . . murder is never a good idea. ❞ Trixie’s quick to reply , shaking her head rapidly and looking from the book to Melinoe. And it’s only after she thinks for a few seconds does she realize it’s more than likely that the goddess is probably joking - but still , sometimes it feels better to state the obvious. Trixie bites her bottom lip. ❝ The only thing I’m fluent in besides English is French . . . not Greek. ❞ Tongue in cheek , she crosses her arms. ❝ Maybe there’s a book on translating Greek in here somewhere. ❞   

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( rcsyredcheeks‌ )

the bubbly p r i n c e s s decided to go over to a u r a d o n prep after her classes in hopes of meeting up with her old t e a c h e r s and get a s s i g n e d to help students with their s t u d i e s if they needed it. on her way there, she glances around before n o t i c i n g someone resting their head on the table. w a l k i n g closer, she noticed that it was a familiar girl. she hadn’t p a r t i c u l a r l y spoke to her yet and now was the p e r f e c t opportunity. “oh - i didn’t come over for the table.” she states, eyeing the girl. “i was just w o n d e r i n g if you’re okay? you look kinda down… is there anything i could do? can i get you a b r o w n i e or a c o o k i e?”  

         HER MOTHER HAD ALWAYS TOLD HER TO NEVER TRUST STRANGERS , as KIND as some may seem. And the girl - well , she seemed nothing short of kind. Trixie’d come to learn that a lot of people in Auradon were like that , but there were the same amount of people that simply weren’t. ❝ I-I’m okay , but thank you. ❞ She’d only seen the other in passing ; not around the Prep school , but simply around. Not enough to the point where she could think of a name to correlate with her face. An exhausted sigh , Trixie’s lips quivering before continuing ,  ❝ I’m just . . . sad , I guess. ❞   

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( johnclvyton‌ )

      ❛  hold up ! slow down .  ❜       the interrogation caught him off guard , although the accusations were the least of his concerns considering the fact that stealing is and will never be apart of his character .      slender digits roaming across the surface of his chest ,  the elder adult found himself in the blonde’s presence                 despite her name not being one that could spill at the tip of his tongue , her features were distinctive enough to differentiate her from everyone else .     those that filled the room when called for inspection were a memory he’ll forever keep , even if it’s a time period that isn’t all that positive .        ❛  you’re .. uh , you were there during .. —- in that place because we got accused of doing .. y’know ,  ❜             he  murmured .                     cue a hand extending as a formal greeting    ,   slightly bowing .        ❛  john clayton the third , son of tarzan ( king of the jungle ) and jane porter .  ❜ 

             SHE RECOGNIZES HIM FROM THAT PLACE , the interrogation still very much a fresh memory in her head that is steadily slipping as she can only recall bits and pieces. And of course , she doesn’t want to think about it , but how is it possible not to ?? ❝ I was. ❞ She states , voice soft - stil a bit perplexed on how she could be suspected as the thief. Is it her secrecy ?? Is she not doing as well of a job as hiding everything related to her MISSION as she thought ?? Possible reasons swim inside of her brain and cause more anxiety with every new addition that enters the fray. But she takes his hand , shaking it. ❝ Trixie. From the Isle. And . . . just because of that , I think they’re looking at me a little harder than they are you. I-I wouldn’t worry too much. ❞

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( princeofhcarts‌ )

his dark eyes g l a n c e s over towards her, trying the best to r e a d the girl. she seem to be in f e a r and it made him question what really went d o w n in that interrogation room that left the blonde so s c a r e d. a part of him w o n d e r e d why he felt like that towards trixie, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “must been a pretty bad e x p e r i e n c e..” he trails off, glancing away for a s p l i t second before looking back over towards her. “do you wanna go grab something to eat? get your m i n d off of things?” 

           GLASSY EYES REFUSE TO MEET HIS OWN as she continues staring elsewhere , nodding slowly. ❝ It was. ❞ She feels sick to her stomach at the very thought of it , memory reliving it over and over again mentally - she’s never felt more fear in her life than she did in that room. And days later does she still feel hardened gazes sizing up her every breath , every blink , every movement. ❝ . . . Why are you being nice to me ?? ❞ She suddenly asks , looking up in confusion. ❝ Why are you . . . offering to take me out ?? Do you feel bad for me or something ?? ❞

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( nightncir‌ / ventura ! )

          VENTURA HAD WANDERED over to auradon prep after her classes were over, not wanting to deal with suspecting eyes and whispers behind her back. it could be worse, she supposed. she wasn’t from the isle, which seemed to automatically mean she wasn’t viewed with as harsh a gaze. it was incredibly unfair, and the logical side of her knew that, but she didn’t fight it this time. she was even relieved that there were others being scrutinised more than her, and she hated herself for it. her usual vibrant self had been dulled down for the time being.

          truth be told, she hadn’t realised that anyone else was at the table when she sat down, so consumed by her own thoughts, and that just made her feel worse. she shook her head, trying for a small smile. it was there, but it was absolutely tiny. ❝ no, that’s okay, you don’t have to, ❞ she said quietly. she didn’t know if she wanted to be alone right now. being around people was usually good for her, but with how everyone had been acting today ( or perhaps how she’d felt they were acting today, the self-conscious side of her jumping out ), she didn’t know if that was a good idea.

            NEVERTHELESS , THE ENCHANTRESS’ DAUGHTER moved her things out of the way to make room , finally removing her pen from the paper to look at the little doodle upon her page. She wasn’t the best artist ; not in the slightest. But she’d grown accustomed to drawing little doodles in her dream journal whenever she was thinking , and present circumstances only met that Trixie would be thinking A LOT. The thoughts wouldn’t stop , almost ; cluttering and ricocheting around in her head , the worst imaginable manifesting. Trixie was normally a positive thinker , but even now it was hard finding hope.

             ❝ Can I get you anything ?? ❞ She asked out of the blue , looking up at the stranger with exhausted brown hues. She looked like she needed a nap - a miracle she didn’t drift off then and there. But her hands gripped onto her journal , pressing her lips together. ❝ Did they . . . did they bring you in for interrogation , too , or . . . ❞

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( littlemissdawes‌ )

Beth looked up quickly, gratitude filling her brown eyes. People were never this friendly on the streets. She had expected screaming, or at least a glare, but this young woman was only kind. 

❝ Hullo! ❞ she replied quickly, offering a small smile, ❝ No, I-I mean, well, yes…I suppose, ❞ she fumbled, dusting off her hands and feeling the blood rush to her cheeks, ❝ Just, uh, cleanin’ up after meself is all! D’ya ‘appen ta know if dere’s a broom er somethin’ ‘round ‘ere?❞ 

            ❝ A BROOM ?? ❞ SHE REPEATED , expression now growing a tad bit puzzled as blonde curls bounced with the girl looking around for one. Not one in sight , unfortunately ; but that didn’t mean there wasn’t one around somewhere.

            Trixie pursed her lips in thought , bouncing on her heels slightly. ❝ Maybe we can look around for one ?? Maybe the janitor’s closet is nearby. There HAS to be one in there or something. ❞   

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( princeofhcarts‌ )

he had f o r g o t t e n that the girl was brought in for i n t e r r o g a t i on, so when she snapped at him he understood why. licking his lips, he leans back in his seat just at a total lost. “i b e t they only brought in their k i d s to make it seem f a i r… we b o t h know who they’re looking at the m o s t.” he let’s out a small sigh. “i know it could’ve been e i t h e r of us…” not knowing how to ask, he decides to be blunt about it, something he r a r e l y does. “i - um.. what did they a s k you during the.. y’know..” 

            A DEJECTED GAZE DRIFTED FROM HIS VISAGE to the table beneath , nails tapping along the surface as she briefly shuffled through the memories of the interrogation. Bright lights , stern voices , accusatory looks - alone , they were horrifying enough. But they were also a glimpse of what Trixie could have faced if she carried out her mother’s wishes and failed ; everything always came back to mom. Funny how those people always have their hold , huh ?? Awkwardly , she shook her head. ❝ Lots of questions . . . I -  I don’t really want to talk about it that much. ❞

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( lvnariism‌ )

“ i could always try again but —- chances are slim. ” selene shrugs, a small sigh escaping her lips. all she knows is that trixie is under immense pressure — too much, really —  and burdened with a task mother only calls special. no specifics. there’s another part, one she’s forbidden to say, so she instead offers a humourless smile. “ slight preference? nah, it’s just i don’t give a shit about what she wants me to do anymore and she knows she can’t make me. so, something broke there. maybe that would make things easier, but she’s still keeping her secrets. ”

           ❝ RIGHT , RIGHT . . . ❞ OF COURSE. Maybe slight preference wasn’t the right way to put it ; somehow , though , Selene always made it out of conversations with their mother visibly emotionally unscathed - unlike Trixie , who’d be stuck thinking upon it for days. But maybe that was because simply , Selene didn’t care , and Trixie couldn’t afford not to. Too much at stake. ❝ I wish she wouldn’t . . . do that. ❞ Her lips purse , brow furrowing. ❝ Wish she wouldn’t . . . keep us in the dark and expect us to figure out what she wants us to do. Or I guess - what she wants me to do. ❞       

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         A NORMALLY SUNNY BLONDE finds herself under a perpetual raincloud , as of late - especially given the fact that she’s apparently a suspect in the case of the missing spellbook. As she sits by herself in the courtyard of Auradon Prep , she thinks back to the embarrassment of getting pulled in by the guard in the middle of class. In Virtues & Values , of all things ( could have been Remedial Goodness , sure , but THANKFULLY they decided to pull her in on a Monday. ) As she feels another’s presence , her head rests on the table , one side of her dream journal a pillow as a hand lazily etches a rose into the other side. ❝ Table’s free. ❞ A somber voice notes without looking over. ❝ I’m just about to get up and go. ❞

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( princeofhcarts‌ )

“mmm, a museum b r e a k in, eh?” devan shakes his head as he let’s out a huff of b r e a t h. licking his lips slightly, he r u n s a hand through his dark hair. “what a p e r f e c t excuse to blame one of the vk kids, right?” a h u m o r l e s s chuckle leaves his lips and fills the a i r between the person he was talking to. “whoever did it sure as h e l l don’t want the vk kids to be here. we all know that s o m e o n e is going to b l a m e us.” 

            The Enchantress’ daughter feels nothing short of agitation the moment that the museum’s robbery is brought up again - especially because NOW , being brought in for interrogation , it’s striking a personal nerve. Of course she knows he speaks the truth ; the villains’ children were the prime suspects simply for existing. But she feels the nerve to bite hotly ,  ❝ You know , they brought in some of THEIR KIDS in for interrogation , too . . . ❞ And then she pressed her lips together , mentally scolding herself for snapping. And then she tries to remedy it with a meek , ❝ . . . It could be any of us. ❞

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( littlemissdawes‌ )

Beth fumbled with her schedule.a flimsy piece of paper that was slowly becoming more and more grey as the soot from her hands rubbed off onto the crisp white paper.

 ❝ Bloody ‘ell! ❞ The words came out louder than she’d meant them to, and in glancing up, the majesty of the entrance stunned her to momentary silence. But not for long. 

❝ Bloody, bloody ‘ell!  Dis place is so, so…❞ She couldn’t help spinning around to take it all in, coal dust flying off of her dress and onto the ground, ❝ Oh golly, my ‘pologies! ❞ She uttered quickly when she noticed someone approaching her. Flustered, she knelt and tried to sweep the dust off of the floor with her hands. 

            She was distracted by her own papers ; small little notes from her last class of remedial goodness that she’d looked over in the context of the interrogation. Wondering if she did anything in that GRUESOME MEETING that belied what she was taught in that class. But she looked up at another’s voice , approaching with a little confusion but a kind smile plastered on previously pouted ruby lips.

            ❝ Hi , ❞ her voice was soft , kind ; not at all vexed by what actually plagued her on the outside ,  ❝ do you . . . need a little help there ?? ❞

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( dclbon‌ )   

The eyelash-batting came to a stop. They saw that look on Trixie’s face and immediately sobered up, a mode-of-Del usually reserved for when they figured something was a real, anxious concern. “ That’s okay, ” they said gently. “ Whenever, if ever, you can do your own bibbidi-bobbidi-boo, I’ll have my board ready. Until then, I’m good with wheels. ” Del nudged Trixie. “ What’s your preferred mode of rolling, anyway ? Skates ? Board ? Scooter ? ”

            ❝ Preferred mode of rolling ?? ❞ She asked , never having given it much thought. It sounded SAD , making it reluctant for the blonde to admit so out loud , but never once in her life did she try skating , biking , rolling . . . On the Isle , she never had the TIME. ❝ I really haven’t . . . ❞ She shrugged , looking up at Del. ❝ Haven’t really done . . . ANY of it , I guess. Don’t have a favorite. ❞     

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@latespriings said : ❛ ❝  to keep the goddess on my side, she demands a sacrifice.❞ ❜

    It’s a calm confusion that settles itself on the next Enchantress’ face , her fingers running over the corners and creases of the leatherbound journal in her lap. Her lips press together as she tries to put the cryptic words together , before responding , ❝ What do you mean by . . . sacrifice ?? ❞

hozier lyric meme: pt. one

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@lvnariism said : ❛ ❝  there are questions I can’t ask.❞ ❜

        ❝ I know. ❞ The answer isn’t one that she wanted , but she wouldn’t admit that she expected it. Because of course , asking her sister to try and talk to her mother about her own situation . . . it was foolish of Trixie to believe Selene would have anything to do with it. Or ask that of her. ❝ I guess I just think you have a better chance of talking to mom about these things since . . . I think she has a slight preference for you. ❞  

hozier lyric meme: pt. one

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( oflostdreamers / gil !‌ )

          “yeah, i know that feeling,” he nodded thinking back to his own moments of uncertainty - or rather a handful of them. “i think maybe we should? if you wanted we could go  for a walk, there’s a little deer and his mama not far from here that will eat fruit out of your hands. i like to call him bambi.”

            When he mentions the deer , curiosity’s spiked , and while though Trixie doesn’t immediately smile , there’s a sparkle in her eye that shows she DEFINITELY wants to see the deer. ❝ . . . Bambi ?? That’s cute. . . . Do you think he’ll like me ?? ❞

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( dclbon‌ )

“ I’m lovin’ where your head’s at but I think a REALLY POWERFUL FAN would have to be like … gigantic and as much as I love math, that is way too much math to figure out, ” Del patted Trixie’s shoulder solemnly. “ I think our best bet’s a magic person. Trix, don’t you … do magic ?? ” they asked with a please-do-it-for-me smile, batting their eyelashes.

        ❝ I mean . . . ❞ She sat back with a sharp inhale , a slight hum sitting in the back of her throat. A bit of hesitance , looking up at Del with a small sigh - yet still , a smile. ❝ I mean , I CAN , but . . . ❞ She rubbed her arm anxiously , tilting her head to the side. ❝ I’m not really - I’m not really GOOD at it. Still learning. ❞     

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( tamumoyoni‌ )

“ People change, ” he said. “ I don’t know you anymore, and you don’t know me. That’s something you ought to remember, ” he warned. The only time he would acknowledge their friendship in the past. His hand in his pockets, he dug his fingers into his palm, frustrated at himself, at her, at everything –

Then his eyes flashed. “ Wrong ? I took a few scientific papers, because when I asked them if I could read them, they refused. They’re accessible to AKs, though. The whole lot of them, ” he snapped. “ Losing a few essays is a small price to pay for what they’ve done to us. ” Tamu paused. “ You couuld benefit from reading a few of these, ” he said, trying to sound indifferent.

          A heavy sniffle as the Enchantress’ daughter swallowed thickly , biting down hard on her bottom lip. As much as it hurt , as much as she wanted to DENY it , Tamu was right in every single sense. And unfortunately , she wondered if there were any hopes of patching a friendship that was torn years ago - but those chances seemed to be growing thinner the older they got.

         ❝ I don’t care if I could benefit from them. I’m not interested. ❞ Her voice trembled , looking away from Tamu. Eye contact was growing harder to keep by the minute. ❝ I’ve got my own stuff to worry about. ❞ A pause. ❝ . . . As you do , too , probably. ❞