#kleio || she finds peace at night walking amongst the shadows covered in starlight

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Who: Kleio & Cora Where: Casa Cora When: sometime after the fight

Even without the news about Euterpe, she was certain that she would have been shaken after the fight when she simply wasn’t cut out for war. Yet again she found herself wondering why exactly she’d been place in Gryffindor when all she wanted to do was run away from it all. But instead she decided to run to someone, someone that was far better at dealing with it all than she every would be. Someone more bitter might have envied the eldest Greengrass for it all but Kleio never had. There was only love and admiration for her in her heart. If anyone knew what to do or say to make the ache in her chest go away, it would be Cora. So she’d apparated without a second thought, relief on her features when she spots her sister. “Are you hurt? Is Story?” There’s a lump that forms in her throat at the notion that something might have happened to her niece but as her gaze flickers over her sister’s features, she thinks it’s safe to assume that they’re both find. Cora always had been the most composed of them all but she’s certain that she’d still see a trace of something if something had happened to Astoria.

But with relief comes dread, she can see that Cora is fine but that makes her think that perhaps the news hadn’t reach her yet. Usually so passive and relaxed, she’d suddenly full of nervous energy and with nowhere else for it to go she begins to pace. Without truly thinking about the words she’s about to speak, they’re falling from her lips before she has time to hesitate. “Do you know?” Heart thudded in her chest as she waited for the answer, nerves rising as each second ticked by. She wasn’t sure whether she’d been specific enough in her question but then it was hardly surprising when words had never been her strong suit. Not that actions ever had been either. Nausea rolled through her at the thought that she might have to be the one to break the news. That she might have to watch grief play out over her sister’s features when she had barely acknowledged her own. 

@ofvcnguard​

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Who: Kleio & Anaya Where: Kleio’s flat When: sometime after the fight

With so many sisters ( the ones that were still alive at least )  she knew that she had a multitude of places to choose from if she didn’t want to be alone. But she wasn’t really sure what she was feeling and so perhaps her own flat was safer until she figured it out. Her family had enough to worry about without her being a cause for concern. She was used to never really feeling strongly about anything, content to float through life for the most part but the numbness that had settled itself into her bones since she’d left Cora’s was far scarier than the warm calmness that usually inhabited her. Her whole life had been defined by her sisters, she wasn’t sure what it meant that she was suddenly without one. What she’d do with that gap in her life. A piece that she’d never be able to get back or fill when memories wouldn’t ever do Euterpe justice.

All the important decisions in her life had been made for her, someone else always steering her or offering their opinion at just the right moment to convince her of which way to go. But now she was left to her own devices, in the place that she’d made her home but suddenly felt as though she didn’t belong. Nothing felt right and so she simply sank to the floor, back against the wall and tried to take a few steadying breaths. Should she be crying? Or going mad for revenge? Was she supposed to be doing something? Before she can make a decision on it ( not that such a thing would ever come quickly ) there was a knock at the door that eventually sank into her consciousness. With a flick of her wand she unlocked the door, figuring it would be one of her sisters but also hardly caring who was on the other side. Raising her voice just loud enough to be heard, she called out to the visitor. “Door’s open.”

@nomcurners​

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‘we are not the same, and never will be.’ for klanaya :(((

For someone who had always been content to drift through life and rarely focus on the preset or future, she did often find herself caught up in revisiting the past. It was something of a nervous habit, replaying moments over in her mind just to make sure that she hadn’t done anything too that she would later regret. Though she almost always did. She was too quiet or on some rare occasions she’d been too loud, too passive but then too stubborn. Always too something. But never quite enough. Most of these scenes she just revisited in a moment of fixation, brushing them aside when undoubtedly another encounter would leave her wondering when or where she’d put a foot wrong - not if. 

There were some memories though that felt as though their were seared into her mind and no matter how much she tried to move past them or not have their replays consume her, she still turned them over and over in her mind. Her last meeting with Anaya - the last time that she’d been able to call her a friend - was one of those that was permanently burned into place. One that she couldn’t forget no matter how many times she tried to put out its painful flames. But for all she thought she’d gotten used to it flickering away, inflicting a constant ache that she’d never gotten used to. Some days it was quieter though but as Anaya speaks, the flames roar once more and she looks away to hide the way that the words wound her like a fresh cut. Stinging now added to the burning.

For a moment she wonders if silence will be the only reply she’s capable of giving. If she’ll let Anaya cut her from her life once again. She hadn’t said enough the last time and she still didn’t know what she’d have said or done differently to make it play out differently, even though she’d replayed it countless times. Almost miraculously, lips part and quiet words slip from them before she can think too much and keep them caged behind her lips. “It doesn’t need to be the same.” Head shook slightly and she hoped that the desperation in her tone wouldn’t push Anaya away even further. It might have been an almost sad statement - that she’d accept whatever conditions were needed for the two of them to be close once more - but she knew it was true. She would do anything to be around her. But just as soon as her quick plea had filled the air, she found herself tongue tied once more. “I-”

Not for the first time in her life she wished she could be more like Cora - calm and collected and always had the right words. She wasn’t her sister though and if after all these years nothing had stuck, she never would be. She was simply herself. She rarely considered herself good enough but if there was ever a moment to ignore that nagging voice it was now. So she opened her mouth and let words flow once more. “I can be better. Different.” Perhaps the words would have meant more coming from someone more stubborn and set in their ways. She wondered if they rang hollow from her when it was hardly much of a gesture. Not when she’d always been malleable - happy to bend to other’s wishes and always flexible when it came to her own views and actions. But all she knew was that she had to try this time - for once in her life had to fight for what she wanted. “Whatever you want me to be.” Anything to not lose her again. 

“Please”

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still tag dropping

benjy || wears rebellion like the gilt gold burnish of youth benjy threads || there’s an unuttered poem scratched to the walls of his throat benjy answered || far too many storms inside for just one soul to hold benjy portraits || dark eyes framed with wildflower bruises & smile like a moonbeam benjy inspiration || he tastes like determination & desperation & self destruction

kleio || she finds peace at night walking amongst the shadows covered in starlight kleio threads || kleio portraits || stars in her eyes & constellations in her hair kleio answered || kleio inspiration || a wanderer aimless in the night but as brilliant as the night sky

othello || the stars never mapped out a path for him to follow so he carved his own othello threads || words crack through the air & leave the taste of lightning on his lips othello portraits || othello answered || othello inspiration || decided that he ruled the stars not the other way around

lourdes || lourdes threads || lourdes portraits || lourdes answered || lourdes inspiration ||

prakash || when you think awestruck you think of him; wild & bright just like dreams prakash threads || words that give way to laughter that’s always hidden under his tongue prakash portraits || gold dappled with stardust in his soul prakash answered || bones full of poetry & heart full of song prakash inspiration || he can be warm like summertime or warm like fire