#elias:steven

[lukaxradcliffe]

It had been a while since he had been in such rough shape (an understatement), and he wondered if it had ever been this bad before. He was too tired, too much in pain to care about the impression he made on his roommate now, and only set the basket of clean laundry at the foot of his bed before promptly falling face-first on top of the mattress which was, apparently, not a good idea. "Do we have ice?" he asked, voice muffled by the sheets.

Lukas looks up from his composition sheet as Steven stumbles into the room. Fencing must have been rough because, ouch, haven’t seen the guy like this before (or this roughed up in general). He places his pencil on his desk and silently watches as the latter falls onto his bed with a muffled thud. It must have been really bad. He flinches at the sound of Steven’s voice-- tired and drained. Damn, it really was bad. “Uh,” he pushes himself up and looks around the room, opening their fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. “We have… a cold water bottle?” He hands it to the poor boy. “It’s half frozen? That count as ice?” 

He rubs the nape of his neck, unsure of what to say or how to coax his roommate. “Er, was today’s practice really that bad?” He kneels to the ground and props his chin on top of the mattress. “You’ve never... really come back this... bad?”

[cassiexthurman-blog]

make no mistake // sw ★ ct

sbxwhite

while her best friend was the epitome of heroism, with big dreams such as saving everyone in the world from evil, and giving speeches out justice, cassidy, at their age, liked to start out small. after all, cassidy thought, one small gesture can make a big difference, thus, joining the volunteer club. she liked being part of the volunteer club, and their occasional trips to monaco to help those in need, maybe even help build houses, and performed in the old folks’ home. the trip today made cassidy a little nervous, though, because it involved children, and she had no patience for that kind of stuff. it shouldn’t be too bad, right? children liked listening to stories, right? and playing basketball, and nursery rhymes, and songs.

as she was starting to calm down (she rarely got nervous, but she also didn’t like messing up), waiting for her partner quietly in the bus that waited by the docks, the one that would take them to the pre-school located in the inner part of monaco, she felt someone sit beside her on the seat. figuring it was finally them, she shifted her head, ready to greet them, and introduce herself, only to have the words get stuck in her throat, her eyes widening when she realized who was going to be next to her the whole day.

steven white.

cassidy had only heard about steven from the numerous stories her best friend, troian, had told her, and the girl actually seemed to like him. cassidy didn’t trust the guy, however, and one look at him when she passed him by corridors and classrooms, made her stomach turn, uneasy. it wasn’t just because cassidy was in love with troian. there was something about steven that made cassidy want to punch him in the face. so, instead of speaking, she just stared at him, expectant.

[cxcharming]

"What are you touching?"

send me a sentence for my muses reaction

Panic strikes him when he hears the voice. “It’s not what it looks like!” He quickly begins to explain, removing his hand from where they were near his crotch and raising it into the air. “There was an itch on my thigh, not my balls, I swear. Come on Steven, do you really think I would touch myself in public–don’t answer that” 

[nicolastrk]

sbxwhite

“okay, steven? listen, i have this great idea. i’m going to jump off the roof of the south building.” nick says, words flying out of his mouth as excitement and adrenaline bubbles under his skin. he bends down to tap at the metal attachments he put on his sneakers a few hours ago. “i’m testing the flight receptors on these, and if i miraculously live and don’t get expelled i need someone to celebrate with. are you in?”

[joyce-white]

all the texts \o/

Send ✆ for a morning text

[ txt: 👑 steven ] rise and shine, brother of mine! reminding you that you owe me breakfast. you promised ~

Send ✉ for a text that wasn’t sent

[ txt: 👑 steven ] i wish you could rely on me like i rely on you.

Send ☎ for a rushed text

[ txt: 👑 steven ] i’m going to be a few minutes late. go on without me! i’ll catch up with you later.

Send ☏ for a loving text

[ txt: 👑 steven ] if i had a different brother, i would throw a pillow at his face and go find you.  ♡

Send ⁇ for a drunk text

[ txt: 👑 steven ] STEvE. StEVESteEVeEJD. I’ m hunGry. whERe i S thte FooD?

Send ø for a late night text

[ txt: 👑 steven ] when you look up at the stars, what do you see?

Send ✘ for a hateful text

[ txt: 👑 steven ] i love you and all, but don’t be so overprotective. i can take care of myself too, y’know. :\

[irisfitzherbert-blog]

“I did something… Something bad.”

send me a sentence for my muse's reaction: x

“you did…what?” she was unsure on how to approach this situation. should she call for help or should she help him? if anything, she didn’t know what on earth he did, or who he even was. realizing this, she began to unknowingly fiddle with the ends of her hair. “i’m…i’m sure whatever you did couldn’t be that bad, right?”

[eloisecharming-blog]

✿ — piano man

Nervous fingers run over the thin wrapping encasing the gift, thumbs feeling the svelte fabric underneath, memorising lines and maroon creases, the sound of crinkling paper encouraging her forward. For the good of the kingdom, the kingdom needs friends, it is good to build friendships. 

She waits for him at the previously agreed destination, a table in the cafeteria, enough people to be considered casual, not enough people for it to feel crowded. Perfect, she thinks, politely, delicately placing the bowtie onto the table, fingers curling together, resting under her chin as she waits for him.

“The kingdom--no--we, as a family,--no, not that either--on behalf of the kingdom--” She practices her speech, her two or three lines, knowing well that he was just as polite, if not more, than she was and that she would need to do more than she normally would with gift giving. 

[elijxhwest-blog]

sbxwhite

He paused, and thought about the analogy. Once he did, he immediately regretted it. A hand flew up to his mouth as he gasped in horror. “But….o-oh…oh no….”

”What?” He asked with slight concern. Elijah was somewhat expecting the reaction, but not to this extent. What if he broke the guy? He didn’t even bring his phone with him to take a video of it. “Squeeze the baby, is the right answer. You figured that out, right? But the real question is, how do they get rid of the red pigment? Should we ask the Chemistry teacher?”

[troicstorm]

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[dallonhart]

"Stay still! I'm trying to stop the bleeding!"

icebreakers / x

“This wouldn’t have happened if you told me there was a ‘mind your step’ sign, then I wouldn’t have fallen.”

[joyce-white]

reunion.

sbxwhite replied to your post: “Steven giggled and crept behind a familiar head of hair, having...”

He removed his hands and placed one in his pocket, while the other reached out to ruffle her hair. "Good job! And here I thought you'd forget all about your amazing big brother."

Joyce’s eyes closed, her head ducking in instinct as her hair was tousled. She popped both eyes open as she gasped in protest. “I can’t believe you have such little faith in your baby sister. How could I forget about the best brother in the entire universe?” She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest and looking away from Steven. She was aware that he was joking, but she still couldn’t help feel a little hurt over his statement. 

[joyce-white]

Steven giggled and crept behind a familiar head of hair, having spotted her in passing a few moments ago, and having to turn around to catch her still. "Boo!" he exclaimed, suddenly placing his hands over her eyes with a grin. "Guess who!"

The girl’s mouth formed the shape of an ‘o’ as her eye sight went from viewing everything to viewing only darkness. She immediately recognized the voice that spoke out to her, her hands reaching to meet with the ones covering her eyes. “Steven! It’s you,” she laughed. 

[troicstorm]

sbxwhite:

Steven hadn’t thought she’d take it as a challenge. He’d simply pointed out that one simply couldn’t wear their roller blades while going down a flight of stairs, as skilled as they may be. It was unsafe, and dangerous, especially to those who wore capes that were long enough to be a potential tripping hazard. He panicked, of course, and was afraid that she actually would make an attempt. “I – please, no, don’t – that wasn’t…a challenge…” He turned red, more embarrassed at his apparent inability to string words together in her presence than anything else, especially during such a crucial moment. “I can…carry you down? I don’t mind! Just…don’t try skating down a flight of stairs, please.”

     [ ლ ]---Troian wasn’t having any of his warnings, really. It wasn’t as if it would be her first time rollerblading down a flight of stairs, and most of her experiences with the deal only led to a gash on her knee at the very worst. And those injurious moments usually involved unforeseen circumstances like a pen on the ground or a random student suddenly zooming by, so the youngest Storm was quite confident that she was going to be victorious with this feat. “You worry too much. Mr. Steven!” She offered him her most reassuring grin, patting him on the back before leaping up to the stair railing, her blue polka-dotted cape swooshing behind her as she gracefully slid down the single flight. The skid of her wheels rubbing against the metal rail provided music to her little show. “And--” She added an extra bend to her knees as she approached the last bit of the railing-- “Hah!”--gracefully leaping out into the air and landing perfectly on the tiled floor with a little twirl added for flair. She should remember to thank Bash for helping her recalibrate her wheels. “Ta-dah!” Her grin was cheeky as she turned towards her friend, raising a V-sign to celebrate her success. “Challenge won!”