#yall have awakened the dormant writer in me

[kaizsche]

i heard you called for me?

(fic title is tentative as of the moment) it may not be a friday today, but here's a snippet inspired by a writing/dialogue prompt i stumbled upon for a kolena fic wip which i am very excited to write!!! @katherineholmes here's a fic snip for you, vis! thanks for listening to me ranting about this the other day. love ya lots! <3

She wakes up to Jeremy’s face hovering above her.

“Asshole.”

Jeremy chuckles, backing away from her bed. “Mom told me to wake you up—” He pauses at the sight of tears running down her face. “Hey, why’re you crying?”

“I…” Her throat feels dry all of a sudden. Like she has spent months without drinking water. “I don’t know.”

Jeremy looks at her through narrowed, concerned eyes and sighs. “Go and get dressed. Mom and Dad’s gonna be out later than expected.”

Following Jeremy outside, she spots the calendar marked with a star. “Right. It’s for that fundraiser party in Whitmore.”

Jenna’s a fluttering mess downstairs, darting back and forth from the smoky pan and beeping microwave. The Gilbert siblings’ banter comes to a stop by the doorway. 

The microwave explodes and the fire sprinklers pelts down overhead. 

“Could you help me, please?”

—

Jenna, Elena, and Jeremy rush inside the empty hallways, well-aware of the eyes following them. 

“I’m sorry you guys were late.” Jenna apologises, shielding her face away from the inquisitive stares of the teachers. 

Jeremy shrugs, finding it convenient he was able to skip Tanner’s class. “It’s fine—”

“Gilbert!” 

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. 

Tanner’s face is twisted in annoyance. “Late again, Gilbert?”

“What does he mean by ‘again’, Jeremy?” Jenna says through gritted teeth, watching as the aforementioned History teacher trudges towards them.

The commotion drowns in her ears. Muffled and painful like someone placed cotton balls in her ears…

Bubble

Bubble

Bubble

No—to be precise, it felt like she was drow—

Her eyes picks up a familiar face amidst the crowd. 

Dressed in tattered clothes unfit for a casual Friday morning class. Auburn hair in disarray, like he had slept for a several hundred years and never bothered to brush his hair. 

But…

It’s his eyes. There’s something familiar to him. His face—It’s something she has seen before and something she hasn’t also seen yet.

He stared at her. Unwavering, glinting in something akin to chaos. 

Elena takes a leap. A single step forward is all it takes for the world to turn to dust.

It’s only them in this place now.

And somehow, it felt familiar. It didn’t bother her at all that Jeremy’s gone, even Jenna. 

"Have we met before?"

He cocks his head at her, observing… pondering.

"In your dreams." He tells her, hands tucked in the pockets of his black trousers.

"You don't have to be a dick about it." She looks at him. Really looks at him. Elena notices a shadow under his feet. It’s pitch black, pooling, licking at his shoes. 

It follows him as he approaches her, leaving a stain on the pristine white floor. "No, I'm serious.” He stops, a mere three feet before her. “Haven't you noticed your dreams are a bit different yet?"

He smirks and it sets her on edge.

“Run, Katerina!”