#polarisashley.

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texts | christian & mimi.

CHRISTIAN: Hi, Mim| [DELETED]

CHRISTIAN: I'm s| [DELETED]

CHRISTIAN: Are you bu| [DELETED]

CHRISTIAN: Hi.

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TEXTS || ALARIC + [ASHLEY]

ALARIC: So I thought about it, and sure, I'll give you an extension on your HoM paper.

ALARIC: I wasn't gonna, but I time traveled, and you're gonna have a shitty week.

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MUSES OF POLARIS — part one: some of the muses who would kill you and not regret it for a second, featuring lysandra alighieri, sage mannox, winnie clarke, aurorette nix, lucian morgenstern & verena bahk.

“and what is beauty?”

“terror.”

“well said,” said julian. “beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. quite the contrary. genuine beauty is always quite alarming.”

i looked at camilla, her face bright in the sun, and thought of that line from the iliad i love so much, about pallas athene and the terrible eyes shining.

“and if beauty is terror,” said julian, “then what is desire? we think we have many desires, but in fact we have only one. what is it?”

“to live,” said camilla.

“to live forever,” said bunny, chin cupped in palm.

                                                                 — the secret history, donna tartt

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text || mary&mimi

MARY: Hey pretty lady!!!!!

MARY: Can you pretty please fact check me, anything you write becomes real?

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                     [   DOCHERTYHAWTHORNE        /         @polarisashley​​​​​   ]

“Doc!” Ginger plops down into the seat across from her friend, arms folded over the table. “Hi! I have a very important question. ––––Are you busy?”

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texts | verena & nesta.

VERENA: Hi, Slightly MILF-y Angry Witc| [DELETED]

VERENA: Hi. You know how to summon shit, right?

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“Hey, gorgeous.” Luca folds her arms across the back of the chair across from Charlie, shooting her a small smile. “What’s that look for?” Admittedly, Luca hasn’t spent much time with Charlotte Giordano, but she does know her well enough to know that this look is a rarity. “Want some company? If not, you can tell me to fuck off.” ––– @polarisashley​

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texts | phyr & ellis.

PORPHYRIA: Hello, love. Up for a coffee? Something strange happened recently and I think I'd like your opinion on it.

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“I’m gonna be so honest with you, I’m starting to think I’m an idiot.” ––– @polarisashley​​

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The note is, quite obviously, the work of Eloise DeLaurentis and Kellan Czerny. 

The evidence is literally scrawled in the shoddy forgery ––– almost good enough for her to believe, if not for the uncharacteristic curve to each M, the indentations where Mister Czerny must’ve pressed the pen too hard, the residue of fire magic used too carelessly to be Matilda. It would have worked on a human, but the efforts are well lost on the woman tucking the note into her pocket. Aside from the sloppiness of it all, who else could have tucked the note into her home office, other than the two staying in the guesthouse?

( She agreed to Miss DeLaurentis staying. How Mister Czerny ended up commandeering her kitchen this morning is a mystery, even to her. What’s worse: she said nothing to dissuade him from it. )

–––––The immaculate paper and pretty words burning their weight in Aura’s pocket did not come from Matilda, but Aura follows the instructions anyway, lets them carry her from her home to Galatea’s at the appointed time, all too aware of the two children following behind her. While they have many talents, sleuthing is not among them. It could almost warrant a laugh from her, but she’s doing this for their benefit and in the end, she’s wasting their time, so she keeps a straight face and nods to the owner of Galatea’s as she passes the woman. 

Upon a single glance around, Aura notes two things:

01. Miss DeLaurentis and Mister Czerny are ducking behind the shrubbery, more obvious than the fires they have set on campus, but she cannot complain because they are snickering and this is the happiest either of them have looked in weeks.

02. Matilda is actually here.

The latter forces her to pause and makes her wonder if Matilda got a note, too. Aura’s fingers flex, remembering the brutal release of demons in her fit of anger, before she relaxes them. “Professor Chenery,” she says, because it’s something. “I must say... I didn’t actually expect to see you here.” When she chances a glance over to the two meddling brats, she sees the tail-end of a high-five before they scurry along and it’s all she can do not to roll her eyes. Isn’t this just perfect. ––– @polarisashley​

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“Ramona,” she exhales, lips already spreading into a wide smile. “Please, come in.” Stepping aside, she opens her door wider, allowing the other woman to enter her room. “Can I get you something to drink, love?” ––– @polarisashley​

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from: Olympia Eun <ollie.eun@polaris.edu>  to: Comtessa timestamp: September 01, 2020 at 04:28am subject: Peccable beings, we are.

Miss Godfrey,

Life, I must say, has taken a turn in the most dramatic direction. Now, more than ever, I appreciate the consistency of a book. The act of turning pages, once and again, mindless and simple. The only surprise you find is what is written on that next page; in my experience, the page never disappears before you try to turn it. Then again... what should you do if it does? Chase a lost page? Find the person who ripped the page from the book? Attempt to rewrite that page, though you never knew what was really on it in the first place? Loss is a dangerous game when you consider the potential consequences.

What am I saying here? –––Oh.

All of that is to say, my dearest companions and I have faced tremendous loss very recently. My breath catches, at times, when I think of how sudden and senseless it all was. So I have taken to soothing my friends in whatever way I can. It has not been easy, I must admit. When distrust plants its seed, it blossoms faster than any rose on this planet, even when you think it doesn’t.

Now, I have a friend, Shiloh, for whom my heart seizes. And I––– ah.

My respect for you outweighs the gestalt of my emotions, I must admit. I cannot, in good conscience, drags my fingers into depths that you’ve forbidden. Exploration has gotten me into quite a bit of trouble, after all. And so I ask your blessing before making any decisions.

The phosphoromancy section of the library doesn’t receive many visitors, does it? I was wondering if, perhaps, I might have the area closed off for a few days. My darling Shiloh and I were hoping to do a bit of sleuthing, you see. And I imagine the quiet and undisturbed environment might provide a few lovely results.

Thankfully,

Ollie.

@polarisashley

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For the record, Indigo Dalton is not an alcoholic, half-empty bottle of José be damned. She’s having a Day™ and everyone in Caeli has had one or two of those. ( Case in point, Ginger Mannox had a whole gay panic this morning, dragging at least ten of them out of their beds, the situation made worse by the way Irene and Matty fed into it. Gods, this dorm is full of dramatic bitches. ) Last Indie checked, Laurel Hearst, as pretty and angry as she is, is always having a day. She offers the bottle to the other girl, chucking a half-grin in her direction. “...Want some? I spent all of my youth drunk, so unfortunately, this does nothing for me.” Sad to say it, but she is sober. ––– @polarisashley​

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Leonard Vance is many things, but above all, he’s nervous beyond comprehension. When the door to the private study room opens, he flinches, busy fingers seizing up and dropping everything he was working on. “Oh! Oh, my. Hi, Gretchen. I’m sorry. Did you have the study room reserved? Or...” His expression contorts in light confusion, because he always has this room reserved, so that can’t be it. “Do... did you need me for something?”  ––– @polarisashley​

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TEXTS || JEMMA + [ASHLEY]

JEMMA: yes hello i'm here to tell u ur cute

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TEXTS || CARTER + [ASHLEY]

CARTER: Hey. Do you think I could talk to you about

CARTER: *gulp*

CARTER: Girl trouble?