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@aclastra​ said : ❝ Forgive my intrusion. I needed to see you. ❞ - paTROCLUS for acHILLES

“Patroclus.” When he says not to be disturbed, Patroclus usually listens to him. Disobedience isn’t something he’s used to, or Patroclus ignoring his orders. Achilles glances back down towards the shore. He’s glad he can no longer see his mother there, relieved that she’s returned to the sea before Patroclus arrived. He touches Patroclus’ arm and guides him away from the water. “What is it?”

[shallowprince]

@aclastra​

FABALA FAE.

He rushes out of the castle as soon as he catches a glimpse of something moving in the night sky. It’s her, he’s got no doubt about it. Fiyero feels his stomach churn as he waits for Elphaba to land; every time she leaves for a mission without him, he can barely contain his anxiety, and the small circles under his eyes give that much away.

It’s not like he can stop her, he knows, but she’s so impulsive, so reckless and passionate about the cause, that he fears something might happen to her, because she’s just not careful, and just because the Wizard is gone, that doesn’t mean things will be easy. Not right away, at least. But all of that fades away as soon as her feet touch the ground, and gives her just enough time to dismount her broom, before he pulls her into an hug and spins her around, relief filling him. “Elphie! Welcome back!”

[lyresung]

@aclastra​ requested a starter! muse(s) : calliope & orpheus

Mister Hermes had told Orpheus that the lyre had been a gift from his mother to him. Orpheus has no idea if this is actually true or not-- Mister Hermes likes to weave all sorts of stories, each more entertaining and delightful than the last, no matter how false they may be-- but he likes to think it is. He’s never been given any reason to doubt it. The lyre is a gift, either way, and it’s nice to think his mother thought of him enough to leave it for him. 

He sits in the shade of a tree, lyre balanced in his hands as he works through a song of his own composition. Barely ten summers have passed, but Mister Hermes has always says he’s a smart boy. Blessed by his mother to be a great musician. 

“La la la la la la la....” Orpheus smiles, scribbling down the melody in his notebook. Yes, he’s close to a breakthrough, he’s sure of it. He looks up from his lyre and sees a woman there. He smiles again. “Are you a nymph? Is this your tree? It’s very nice.”

[songdreamt-a]

{ @skyfulcfstars // @aclastra }

       the train rumbles along as it always has, but this time it carries two passengers up to the world above. eurydice never thought she would be on this train again. she never thought a lot of the things that just happened would happen to her, of course, but especially this one.

       she didn’t ride in persephone’s car on her trip down, either. it’s a hell of a lot nicer than the rest of the train; plush seats, large windows, everything trimmed with gold and finery and things mr. hades probably thought persephone would like. to say that eurydice felt wildly out of place here would definitely be an understatement.

       it’s a feeling she’s going to have to get used to, she knows.

       she hasn’t been able to sit still for the entire ride. she’s wearing one of persephone’s old dresses -- borrowed for the occasion -- and every few minutes her restless hands fiddle with the skirt or smooth it down. she shifts in her seat, crossing or uncrossing her legs as she watches the world fly by. already the air feels warmer. the world is ready for spring. ready to come back to life. just like eurydice herself.

       eventually, the train station comes into view in the distance, and eurydice’s tension rises in anticipation. anxiously, she glances over at persephone. 

       “you...really think they’ll be there? you’re sure?” she asks for the umpteenth time. “mr. hermes said they always come to meet the train...right?”

[erobret]

@aclastra​

          ❝ pardon ---- i don’t mean to stare . . . ❞ who was this other woman ? her appearance startled her quite a bit . of course she was ashamed for allowing her eyes to linger to long , knowing it as rude .  

[skyfulcfstars]

@aclastra​

        “what’s that you got there, love bug?” persephone hums, attempting to sort through her closet and it’s scarce few dresses. nothing fancy, up top. none of them seem suitable. she huffs, annoyed, and flops down on the edge of the bed with little grace and poise. her closet at her momma’s has never been so lacking. she blames herself for not sewing herself any more dresses that spring. none of the fabric feels right in her hands; she doesn’t know why she’s being so fussy, but things feel different this year. she wants to look nice. 

        “you gonna help your old aunt sephie figure out what the heck to wear to your party?”

[unelectedofficial]

✧･ﾟ  @aclastra​​  asked  :       it’s a friendship present. - amara

      𝘎𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘠  ,  𝘚𝘏𝘌   takes  the  small  rock  from  the  child’s  waiting  hand  ,  still  taking  the  time  to  examine  it  despite  the  gift  hardly  being  anything  special  .  though  nessarose  tries  to  hold  it  back  ,  an  unexpected  smile  breaks  through  her  normally  solemn  face  .  often  times  ,  amara  is  the  only  thing  that  brings  about  happiness  --  and  it  is  clear  as  to  why  .       ❛  thank  you  ,  darling  ,  ❜  she  says  softly  ,  fingers  running  over  the  smooth  surface  of  the  bland  rock  .  it  is  true  ,  nothing  about  it  is  special  ,  though  something  about  it  is  perfect  .  the  gift  isn’t  the  rock  ;  the  gift  is  amara  .  

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{ @aclastra​ | test muse sc }

“what’s that?”

forgive her...she’s just been rebooted. all her memories are still reloading. this may take a while.

[songdreamt]

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       orpheus sniffles and wipes his nose with the back of his hand. he lifts his gaze from to floor to look up at his momma, her coat on and her bag packed and waiting by the door. he’s trying so hard to be brave and not cry, but tears build up and blur his vision all the same.

       she’s leaving. again.

       “i don’t want you to go, momma...” he says quietly, his voice hoarse from crying. “why can’t you stay here, with me ‘n mister hermes? why d’you have to leave?”

@aclastra​

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@aclastra​: [TEXT] Hey! Long time no talk. - an awkward magnus for underhill pls!

→ [ 💬 ;; Magnus ] hello to you too. last time I heard, i thought you were still in Tanzania. → [ 💬 ;; Magnus ] does this mean you’re finally home?

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@aclastra​ : 

Small fingers have spent nearly an hour threading together a colourful macaroni necklace, how focused Amara has been! Now she presents it happily to the woman, putting it around her neck. “Happy Mother’s Day Mama!” - amara @ eurydice!!

Eurydice smiles, delighted to be presented with the necklace. She bows her head so Amara can put it around her neck, fingers moving to touch it once it’s on her. “This is beautiful!” she says. She presses a kiss to Amara’s forehead. “I love it. Did you make it yourself? I like the colors.”

[shallowprince]

@aclastra​ || cont.

FABALA FAE.

Relentless would be the best word to describe Fiyero lately. Since he’s asked Elphaba to marry him and he’s gotten nothing but riddles and twists of words, he’s made it his mission and absolute priority to get her to say yes to him. It’s not like he doubts her feelings for him, not at all; he can see it in her eyes how she feels, even if she keeps her softness to herself most times. He knows she doesn’t like the idea of marriage, knows she isn’t used to it, but he’s got his mind set on changing her mind. Plus, it is more than clear to him that she’s amused by all his attempts to make her say yes; after all, she always finds new, complicated ways to confuse him with her answers. It must be fun to be as smart as she is. Not that he’d know.

So at her yet again not-so-impressed face, Fiyero nods and smirks, a cheeky expression on his face. “Why, yes, Fabala. I can’t make you Princess of the Vinkus if you don’t marry me.”

[lyresung]

@aclastra​ liked for a starter! muses : patroclus & hector

It’s inevitable that he will come across familiar faces. In the Underworld, waiting, worrying, fearing the arrival too soon of his wife and child, Hector knows that he is not alone as a casualty of war. But it doesn’t make it any easier. 

He knows Patroclus. It is impossible to forget his face, and he watches the boy look around before he catches sight of him. Even in death, Hector is marked with the wounds of his final battle, permanent reminders that he doesn’t think even the Lethe could wipe from his memory. He holds Patroclus’ gaze. 

“Your death has been avenged by your Achilles,” he says, no anger in his voice, just a blunt, exhausted candor. “My body paraded outside the gates of my city for my family to see, dragged along behind Achilles’ chariot. My wife widowed, my son fatherless. Are you satisfied now?”

[songdreamt-a]

{ @aclastra​ | kore | cont’d }

       “of course i don’t mind!” the nymph shifts in the nest of leaves and eiderdown she calls her bed to make room for the young goddess. the ferocity in kore’s smile makes her breath quicken. her heart race. sometimes, she wishes she could be more like kore. there are times she would like to run away, too.

       “how did you manage? if she discovers you’re missing, she’ll come after us both...”

[starfrckled-a]

a random starter for priest carlisle    /    @aclastra​

«  𝙸 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴,  really,  but  ——  between you and me  ?   I don’t think your church would like me that much.  »    he speaks from a bench nearby the entrance,  as close as he dares to be without the threat of consequences.  holy ground and all that.  Crowley is wearing his glasses,  yet the light from the lamp above shines on the demon brightly enough to reveal the hint of something not quite right about his eyes,  not quite human.  a flash of yellow under dark spectacles.  the young priest shouldn’t worry,  anyway  ——  this one comes bringing no harm.

[unelectedofficial]

✧･ﾟ  @aclastra​​  asked  :     it’s a little perky - elphaba !

      𝘌𝘓𝘗𝘏𝘈𝘉𝘈  𝘕𝘌𝘌𝘋𝘌𝘋   to  wear  something  nice  tonight  .  their  father  had  warned  them  that  dinner  needed  to  go  as  smoothly  as  possible  and  that  part  of  that  was  them  looking  as  though  they  were  royalty  .  while  nessarose  has  a  closet  full  of  dresses  , the  other  girl  isn’t  as  lucky  .       ❛  i  think  you  look  beautiful  ,  ❜  nessa  says  ,  smiling  at  her  sister  .  often  times  ,  the  other  girl  settles  for  clothing  that  allows  her  to  blend  in  .  neutral  colors  and  thick  ,  concealing  fabrics  .  now  ,  she  stands  in  front  of  the  tri - fold  mirror  in  an  island  blue  dress  ;  one  that  a  week  ago  no  one  would  suspect  her  to  be  seen  in  .  ❛  turn  around  ,  let  me  button  the  back  for  you  .  then  we’ll  find  you  a  more  proper  pair  of  shoes  .  ❜