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[hiemaliis]

‘ ‘ so, i was thinking, ’ ’ beatrice started and was suddenly very happy that unlike auburn, asphodel was not immediately overcome with an urge to find out just what it was she was up to now. ‘ ‘ we should get a pet. felix has atticus and i think auburn is thinking about getting a dog --- and i’m feeling domestic myself so--- a pet. any thoughts? ’ ’

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[revnaire]

@youngforevr​  sent  →   in her hands was a a neatly wrapped book, a compliation of angela davis essays. she was sure that fred probably had something like these already, but this one was one of a kind because delia printed it and had it covered and everything herself. on the outside was a happy birthday card; complete with a doodle of fred on the inside. "bonne anniversaire, Frédéric. please forgive my use of french, however appropriate."

‘ ‘ ah, miss asphodel, ’ ’ he greeted as he poured himself a cup of coffee. his job came with many benefits, but the fact that no one said anything when he lived off coffee and cold tea was definitely one of the bigger perks. another big perk? his colleagues. it had been a while since he had last worked in what he perceived to be an environment conductive to his personal growth. ah, and there was the unbidden reminder that the last time he had, as the kids would say, thrived had been when they all  --- seth and marcus, bri and lena --- had been in paris together.

fuck, that thought was way too depressing for his birthday, he decided as he made a grabby hand motion towards the gift. he had gotten the expected cashmere sweaters, wine and gift cards from freya, but he had no idea what asphodel had gotten him --- had not even thought she would get him anything. absentmindedly, he vowed that he would find out her birthday so he could repay the kindness in, well, kind. maybe she would enjoy a vacation?

accepting the gift, he grinned widely. ‘ ‘ i don’t mind to hear my language, ’ ’ he replied as he carefully opened the gift. an essay compilation was always welcome in his bookshelf, especially one as prettily bound as this one. ‘ ‘ ohhh~ this is just perfect, ’ ’ he hummed as he traced the lettering, his head then snapping upwards to look at his colleague. ‘ ‘ are you okay with hugs? because this is a hug-worthy gift. ’ ’

[enthusiastiics]

‘‘ roxanna, right? fay’s roommate? i’m theresia . . . and looking for her. fay, i mean. is she at home? ’’

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[m--artii]

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There were still things he needed to tell Roxy ( and her mother ) but they were awkward and heavy things and neither of those felt like they needed to be addressed just then. It didn’t help that the kid was an absolute joy to be around, bright and cheerful that Mark simply didn’t have the heart to break that spirit. If he was even correct anyway. 

contact ; fae but cuter

[ txt ] lets gooooooooooo  [ txt ] we’re gonna need a couple of hours to eat that whole pizza [ txt ] so we need to start early

[ardentelle]

"oh my!" roxanna smiled down at the dog and then up at the owner. "your dog is adorable! sorry---er. i got excited." as was often the case for her when approached by an adorable animal. "what's their name?" she paused and laughed again. "sorry. again for my bad manners. i'm roxanna."

‘ ‘ —it’s fine, it’s fine … puzzle here shouldn’t get this excited just because we meet nice new people everywhere, ’ ’ brigid replied quickly before she whistled softly. it took a moment, but puzzle settled down at her feet despite the abundance of energy that was stored inside of her today. ‘ ‘ i think she’s very excited about the weather. and the new route. ’ ’

the same could be said for brigid, too. winter weather had always been a favourite for her and this was almost picture perfect, and thus the walks she took puzzle on had become increasingly longer and she was getting curious about the city as whole as opposed to staying in the corner where she lived and worked. ‘ ‘ i’m brigid, and i don’t mind — i occasionally get very excited about animals as well, ’ ’ she introduced herself with a light shrug. ‘ ‘ if you want to and she’s up for it, you can pet her. she’s a darling. ’ ’

@youngforevr

[woesday]

❝ Where’d you get this shirt? ❞

x

                  how delightful.

      ❝ i got it from a friend. why, do you like it ? ❝

[s-extilis]

"pinky promise?"

x

      it was with a great deal of dramatic sighing that he extended his pinky finger towards her. ❝ –fine. pinky promise. ❝

[bonfiired]

❝ Do you know what the magic word is? ❞

            Ah, one of those people. Inneia grinned brightly, pressing her finger to her chin in mock thought. ❛ Bippity boppity boop? Tap the heels on your shoes three times? Not Avada Kedavra, I can tell you that. ❜

[ofmsfortune]

“Good evening, Ms. Rosen!” It was Friday night and that meant—it was going to pick up soon. But Roxy was excited. “Your hair looks great today, by the way!”-Roxy

freya touched her hair with an almost unusual hesitation. she had been in a hurry when she had left her apartment to get to work, and when she had looked into the mirror, she had had to realise that her hair told the story of her rushed departure. it was even more of a mess than usually, something that was almost remarkably difficult to achieve. it was both unexpected and … nice to receive a compliment about her hair on a day when its state actually … worried her.

she never knew how to deal with roxanna, not with the knowledge that in the not-so-far distance, fay was lurking — watchful and quiet as a tower. the bizarre hilarity was for a quite small girl, the child cast a large shadow. but freya did not allow herself to smile at it. it was … frightening, in some ways.

‘‘ thank you — are you ready for the evening crowd? ’’

[hiemaliis-archived-blog]

the gods fay did not believe in were cruel indeed, the blonde pondered as she stared at the table in front of her. or maybe she was losing her touch and this was why the things that happened in her life had been getting increasingly unbelievable and had started to hit closer and closer to home. sitting on one of the best tables the roque had to offer, the immortal wondered if she could die and therefore escape if she would force herself to stop breathing for long enough.

because while she was not openly feuding with freya anymore, waltzing in the other’s restaurant did not strike her as a particularly wise idea. but dion had asked her to tag along as he was writing about the restaurants the city had to offer and free food had always been an easy way to get a spot in fay’s busy schedule.

but though she would have thought that this would have been all --- that she was accompanying dion to a restaurant ran by someone who had had a hand in her most recent death --- fate proved that it could do even better. because the face of the waitress was all too familiar and at this point, fay wanted to throw the towel and QUIT ------ because this evening was DOOMED.

ignoring dion for a moment, the immortal gave a tired wave and tried a smile, the effort falling flat as so often. ❛ roxanna, hi, ❜ she greeted with a vaguely friendly expression on her face. ❛ you work here now? ❜ in the restaurant run by your mother’s ex-girlfriend, not that you’d know about that?

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[coruscatiio]

𝙏𝙔𝙋𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙋𝙀𝙊𝙋𝙇𝙀      -     𝙒𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍 .

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♥ 𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙉. melancholy at best  // introspective // severely misunderstood //  pleasure in the subdued  //  helping in your own way // dreams in poetry  // the slowness of falling asleep  // refreshing meditation.

♦ 𝙎𝙐𝙉.  sunbleached clothes  // futures that are too bright  // everything at arm’s length  // balancing intensity  //  blind encouragement  //  comfort of sleep  // distracting sunspots in your vision //  necessity of growth.

♣ 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙈.  chaos with a purpose // emotions running high  // natural comfortable anarchy //  high volume  //  leaving your mark // brief flashes of violence // rambling quickly // the intensity of desire.

♠ 𝙒𝙄𝙉𝘿.  running towards instead of away // instinctive motivation //  making an impact // knows everyone who knows anyone //  playful pranks //  mood swings in a split second  // collecting old trinkets  // uncontrollable focus.

♥ 𝙎𝙉𝙊𝙒.  serene on the surface //  cold blooded heart //  love it or hate it attitude  //  good memories  //  heavy discussions  //  sharp determination  // relentless resolve // not as scary as it seems.

[hiemaliis]

"Bea, I am emotional over a video game that came out in 1997." Roxy said in lieu of a greeting. She just finished Final Fantasy VII and completed all side quests and all super bosses. Between work, spending time with friends, it took her quite a while but she did it. "Did I beat the game or did the game beat me?" ------ sent by @youngforevr​

slipping out of her shoes and leaving them beneath the couch table, beatrice nodded slowly. there was no expiration date on certain works --- it did not matter when they had been created, they would always be a punch straight to the gut. auburn would always cry over some books, no matter how many times she had read them. and really, beatrice understood; she was not the type to cry easily  ( it made her feel small and childish ),  but she did feel very emotional during certain songs.

‘‘ i'll say to you what dion says whenever he takes me to a modern adaptation of a greek play --- good stories are eternal, so it’s perfectly understandable to feel like the game beat you, i guess, ’’ she said as she stretched out on the couch, wincing a little as her legs remembered that they were sore from the dance class she had had two hours ago. tomorrow, she would feel nothing, but today, she did.

she had never really gotten into video games --- when she had last had the time to immerse herself in this form of entertainment, her hands had been in a sorry state, and everyone knew how much it frustrated to be bad at something, especially at something that was meant to be fun.

sitting up and wrapping her arms around her left leg, she raised an eyebrow at roxanna. ‘‘ before i forget and you disappear into another game-shaped wormhole --- felix texted me that theresia did tell him to ask us whether or not we'd like to go ice skating with her this weekend. afterwards, she suggested we could stroll over the christmas market and get something to eat, ’’ beatrice said, trying very hard to sound casual despite the way her other leg bounced on the couch and the light redness in her cheeks that was not the result of the cold outside.

[revnaire]

‘‘ good --- afternoon, miss. ’’ yes, it  was  after noon, a quick glance at his wristwatch confirmed as much and it caused a trace amount of frustration to spark inside of him. ‘‘ i was here . . . thirty minutes ago, looking for freya --- she’s my cousin. i was told she left for lunch? is she back by now? ’’

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[elyridis]

"Hey Ellie?? I was wondering if it would be alright to borrow some of the spare arrows in the back? I lost some to one of the Ares kids and I plan my revenge the be swoft, but I wanted to ask before I took some." -Roxy, cog au

@youngforevr

—AS OLDEST member of the apollo hut, eleanor should not encourage anything that would fuel the conflict between her family and the ares brats. however, given the current situation, an escalation of the situation would hardly be the worst thing to happen to them. as eleanor had been friends with dion who was head of his cabin and other INFLUENTIAL figures inside the camp, she did not have to worry about ares.

( when in doubt, she was pretty sure that she would be able to get the hermes cabin on her side, too. )

❛ i shouldn’t tell you to do this, but feel free to take them, ❜ she said as she turned on her heel, walking into the other direction as she whistled a merry tune.

[ardentelle]

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[hiemaliis]

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roxy was relaxed against the couch, though her mind was working very fast. she looked at her companion, beatrice and leaned against her as much as the other did. it was mutual leaning. okay, it was basically cuddling under blankets but roxy felt safe and warm and that was what she cared about. also, she had a somewhat new life update. "i told you about fred, right? well...he came to me with an offer. it involves going back to school, but i would be his ta for a political science class."

frédéric corbin. it was a name beatrice wished she had heard for the first time coming from roxanna because then maybe, she would not feel so confused about it all. as it stood --- the first one to mention him to her had been dylan. and it was not like she was fighting with dylan. they had known each other for too long to let differing opinions get between them. he might like freya, perhaps even loved her, but --- this did not mean that beatrice had to like her too, that she had to forget that between them, things had historically been both bloody and . . . difficult.

she still wished that her thoughts did not automatically swirl around freya whenever someone mentioned her cousin. she would hate to be judged by the company she kept, and she did not want to be a hypocrite by deciding someone she had never met had to be horrible just because she did not get along well with his relative.

and really, this frédéric was really gathering points with beatrice, was he not? that roxanna was working for freya had made her uneasy for months now, anything would be better than this. and even if dylan and her were disagreeing about freya, there was no reason why dylan would lie to her about his girlfriend's cousin. what little he had said matched what roxanna had said so maybe, maybe this was one of the times in life when things matched up perfectly and there was no hidden catch.

‘‘ felix and i are graduating this year, ’’ she started quietly, her fingernails digging into the blanket. it was rare for her that the thought of graduation made her feel anxious, but after all that had changed in these past few months, she was not sure what she wanted to do next. ‘‘ so everything's gonna change. and i think --- you should go for it. he sounds . . . nice, and --- it's probably going to be an experience that will let you grow. ’’