#rel.linnaea&lucien

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chatzy // driving past a beautiful place...

DATE: January 2021 CHARACTERS: Linnaea, Lucien, Roy, Sefa ABOUT: Linnaea and Lucien take a road trip. CW: blood, car accident

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[royalbloodedbastards]

Linnaea fell asleep in a strange place and woke up at home.

Nothing had changed—the same four walls enclosed the same two beds. Sitting in her corner, she could see Lucien’s twin frame across the room, wearing the old blue sheets he had grown up clutching. The blankets were crumpled and strewn across the mattress, the pillow still indented with the shape of his head, but the bed was empty.

The room had not been altered, but Linnaea could feel the changes. The posters and frames decorating the walls looked familiar—the same shapes, smiling faces, and faded photographs that Linnaea had always known. Right beside the doorway hung the old Polaroid of Linnaea and her brother eating popsicles in the town square. She could still remember the day vividly—her and Lucien making their mother’s lipstick out of strawberry popsicles—but in the photograph, the smiles wrapped around their grinning teeth glowed blue.

This isn’t your room.

Linnaea closed her eyes. Without her sight, Linnaea could see the truth more clearly. The blanket wrapped around her legs felt like algae, the mattress like silt. She wasn’t in her bed and it wasn’t four walls that surrounded her. Linnaea took a breath and tasted the salt and decay fouling the air.

She was on a river bank.

The base of Linnaea’s spine shivered and she felt a door in her mind unlock. “Lucien.”

[royalbloodedbastards]

self-para // linnaea’s promise

DATE: Thursday, April 30, 2020 CHARACTER: Linnaea Ahn ABOUT: Linnaea searches for an answer in ancient tomes.

A full cup of coffee in a bookshop

where Linnaea pored over ancient literature

until the smell of old paper stained her hands.

How long could he remain afloat among the dead?

If only she could offer to suffer in his stead.

A warm cup of coffee in a bookshop

where Linnaea pored over ancient literature

until the smell of old paper stained her hands.

Perhaps the goddess of crossroads and witches

for guidance of manners of demons and liches?

A murky cup of coffee in a bookshop

that Linnaea poured over ancient literature

until the smell of old coffee stained her hands.

It flooded the pages, washed over the tomes

and the words sunk beneath the surface like bones.

An empty cup in a bookshop

where Linnaea wept over ancient literature

until the stain of old coffee set in her jeans.

Time was too precious, more so with each day,

for a promise of rescue from the land of decay.

[royalbloodedbastards]

“Holy shit.” Linnaea cupped her palms around her plastic headphones as Lisa Left Eye Lopes spat poetry into her ears. Entranced by the song, Linnaea had momentarily forgotten about the heat and flinched when the beads of sweat collecting on her brow tumbled down into her eye. She turned to her brother, nodding her head fervently to the beat. “Listen to this.” Linnaea rewound the tape in her Walkman and passed Lucien her headphones. “It’s TLC.”