#i miss this motherfucker too much and i can't deal that scene where she talks to him while he's in his coma

[marcusoseman99]

Songs of the Isle pt 42

Vick: Hey- Philip.

* Philippos looks up from his book with his calm and centred expression, which drops as soon as he sees Vick*

Philippos: *sigh* I will only be talking to you because Lord Dionysos has let you stay.

Vick: *nodding* Sick- then where is Demi?

Philippos: Probably fornicating with that man whore Apollo.

*Vick looks at him for a long time with a confused expression*

 Philippos: Engaging in copulation.

*Vick shakes his head slowly*

Philippos: *sigh* Really lord give me strength coitus, intercourse, FUCK IT lovemaking.

Vick: Ohhhh

*Vick taps his nose*

Philippos: *whispering* Finally

Vick: Damn they are Y'know-

* Philippos’s eye twitches and slams his book shut with one hand and holds it behind his back*

Philippos: AAGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF OS IWIEF.

Philippos: *sigh* Yes

Vick: Cool..... can you take me to them and Apollo please.

Philippos: Sure.

*Philippos starts walking back the way he came with Vick following from behind*

Vick: I can’t believe he didn’t know I was fucking with him, lol.

*The scene cuts to Demi and Apollo sitting on a dead tree by a little hut in a clearing while passing a joint*

Apollo: How has everyone been?

Demi: Pretty good I mean literally nothing happens out here so- yeah been boring without you.

Apollo: Boring isn’t a bad thing.

 Demi: *sigh* You can’t mean that and-

*Demi sits on Apollos lap and takes the joint from Apollo then a draw from it*

Demi: *coughs* You gonna make it exciting.

Apollo: Was just hoping for a conversation.

Apollo: I can see that.

Demi: Don’t tell me Lord Dionysos tried you out too much.

Apollo: for you-

*Apollo grabs Demi’s hips as they giggle, they apollo goes right up Demi’s ear*

Apollo: *whispering* Never

*Apollo throws Demi off of him and she lands on her stright onto the grass around them*

Demi: You are boring too then.

Apollo: I just want to talk..... and get a little high.

*They both laugh and Demi sits next to him again *

Demi: I can live with that..... i get the first question since its my weed.

Apollo: *laughs* Fine.

Demi: Why dont you just move here?

Apollo: Reegan needs me you know that.

Demi: Not every single day he doesn't.

Apollo: I also have the fort to guard can't any dipshit stay there.

Demi: Guarding what...... Reegan?

*Apollo takes the joint out of Demi mouth and stands up while taking a draw*

Demi: You could just ask Hermes to try and get Reeegan here instead.

Apollo: I just have to stay there ok.

*Demi stands up and leans on Apollo*

Demi: I know i just missed talking to someone that likes the outside of this place i mean you are the one that help me get my music tapes.

Apollo: More like got Hermes to get them but I know what you mean you do get me most of the time and you have great weed.

*Apollo hands Demi whats left of the joint and they watch silently as Philip and Vick go up to the cabin then Philip starts to slam at the door with his fist*

Philippos: I SWEAR TO OUR LORD YOU BETTER NOT BE-

Vick: FUCKING

*Philippos turns to stare daggers at Vick as Demi yells at him*

Demi: Not on your bed we are over here dumbass.

*Vick and Philip turns to sees Demi and Apollo holding eachother by the hips and flipping off Vick and Philip*

Philippos: Well thats..... you deal with them.

Vick: Ok cooool.

*Philip leaves as Apollo and Demi heads back to the Cabin*

Apollo: How did your talk go?

Vick: Terrifying.

Vick: Good.

[skonkania]

— remember when

story: keeper of the sun and moon

pairing: kol foster x mc ( yasmine khalil )

word count: 1.2k

notes: i replayed the kotdan demo and im sad as fuck, so i made this

summary: do you remember when we felt like the only two alive?

Crumpled pages litter her bed, blue ink somehow staining her browned skin as it reminds her of past mistakes. Sunlight filtering in the dorm from a window where Astrid never shuts the curtains. Says the sun feels good against skin and that she will turn ghastly if she does not visit the outdoors more than just visits to lecture rooms.

La Vita Nuova sits on her chest, the torn novel rising and falling with every deep gust of air that invades her lungs. It is not an assignment which she is glad for but her brows furrow at the creased and crumpled pages of ballatas and canzones which are furiously scribbled with notes verging on nonsense and anguish. Dante’s love for Beatrice knows no bounds but how could a single word express how she felt for a boy who was worlds away.

Does a sonnet truly ever capture how ravishing someone is while the sunset dazzles against their skin?

Will extra offhandedly marginalized notes ever make clarity of any work they write that claims to express such profound thought?

A ballata and a canzone cannot make a man happy, right?

And her mind rushes into an unexpected place, Yasmine forgets what love really is. What tenderness is expressed with lingering stares and fingers awkwardly connect while knuckles fill the crevices between. She cannot deny that thoughts of him, vivacious and brimmed with laughter of unintended chaos, bring happiness.

She remembers feeling what love is for the first time. In the dorms, giggling and peeking through covers to see if Astrid hadn’t been woken up by their childlike behavior. Simpler times where Kol Foster smelled like cinnamon instead of chemicals and she could see his jaded eyes still so full of warmth.

He would’ve liked Dante then.

She would do anything to have him listen to her read again, wearing each other’s sweaters. Yasmine knows that the hand that binds fate is cruel and she is left with only senseless scribbles, La Vita Nuova in tune with her breathing.

Kol steals The Grapes of Wrath from her shelf once. Returns it at one point when she is studying sigils during her probation, she never was a stickler for rules even ones placed for her safety. He flushed at her presence and once handing the book, she internally commends him for such a quaint choice.

The last time she read Steinbeck was in high school. By far, not her favorite author, but something about his pick of this novel sets her at ease. Swiping something she barely noticed would be a terrible way to garner someone’s attention.

“Sorry about not asking you to borrow it.” his words splutter out and she isn’t exactly sure if he means the apology. Yet, Kol is as always genuine and there’s no reason to doubt him. “Just never—uhum—never saw you around.”

Until now.

“We live together, Kol.” her sentence is flourished off with a halfhearted chuckle which only seems to add humor to the whole petty situation. He’s always been a bit awkward around her, only seemingly content with himself when they’re alone.

She knows she’s charming, nothing narcissistic about being assured in your own qualities. Still, he seems to treat her like an enigma, something he’s still trying to figure out even with how open she is about everything.

He huffs through his nose and his right hand moves up to his chest. “Yeah, sorry about that, again. But I brought you an orange.”

Actually, it’s a tangerine but she does not bother to correct him on a small fluke.

It’s already peeled within his hand, the slices falling evenly in tranquil fashion. A close-lipped smile already gracing her features as she moves from the floor. Charcoal sigils left unattended and she grabs her book that been tapping against his thigh. Their fingers brush against one another, but she doesn’t flush or lightly shiver unlike him.

“I’m sorry, old sport, but I cannot allow such thievery.” she has stolen things as well, such as the nickname a man gives another for platonic affection under romantic subtext. Although, Kol never seems to read between the lines and she is grateful for that.

Lightly plucking a tangerine slice from his palm and relishing the sweet citrus bring pulped right among her molars. She likes tangy flavors dancing across her tongue but she’s never revealed that to him or anyone in their dorm if she thinks about it. He seems to be picking up on her habits and Yasmine doesn’t mind as much as long as it’s him.

He places half of the fruit into her hand, beaming in a way that leaves her breathless if only for a short moment. He always seemed to know how to do that. “Well, what do you want me to do to earn your forgiveness? Beg? Grovel?”

“Simpler than that,” her fingers lightly tremble as she tucks them under his chin, there is slight confusion on his face. Maybe this is a terrible mistake, ruin any chance she has of keeping such an easy-going facade. A stillness surrounding them as she finally looks Kol in the eyes, the same scared expression reflected.

But she still leans in, her lips barely grazing his and it still means holds all the feelings she’s pent up for so long. She doesn’t know if kissing Kol makes her anxious or the thought of inviting someone else into her own private world seems like such a big step for a boy she barely knows anything about. He is everything, nothing, something in between the lines of love and fear which is all she has ever known.

Maybe she’s scared of loving someone, completely and utterly having yourself at the mercy of someone who has your heart right in their pocket. Yasmine has only known petty arguments that lead to violence and passive-aggressive comments tossed throughout the day. The thought makes her sick, she refuses to live her life like that; he won’t break her heart like so many others before.

So she trusts him, shoulders a bit relaxed and mouth parted as she pulls away from him. Her brown eyes searching his face for any reaction, still a bit surprised and maybe a little regretful or that’s something she just added from the small amount of paranoia that remains.

His worried grimace transforms into a simper and her chest bursts with warmth as she returns her expression. “I think nearly making me go into cardiac arrest counts as something past simple.”

She laughs, resting her forehead against his before savoring another quick kiss. “Don’t push my generosity.”

“Promise,” he sighs and it didn’t mean anything at the moment. “just don’t make this harder on me.”

Yes, she remembers the moment she first fell in love. It was consuming every part of her soul, thoughts only being clouded with images of him in pure glee and growing unsure of her teasing. Love makes her insecure, love makes her unsure of what to do with her hands as she walks next to him, love makes her hold onto something that just seems so hopeless.

She won’t give up, she promised herself that before coming back to Magi. Yasmine wants to feel what love is like again.