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i am home from choir tour! i’m going to spend what’s left of my spring break getting stuff together on all of my blogs, so there should be more replies coming your guys’s way soon! please forgive any slowness on my part, however, bc adjusting to not spending all day with people / 7 hrs a day on a bus is gonna be Weird for me.
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Waking up, Rachel couldn’t remember a thing. Not like there were hazy bits and pieces, it was just blank. Like there was nothing to remember before this moment. Her head felt like it had been filled with lead, but her hands wouldn’t move when she went to touch her forehead. That sent a wave of adrenaline zipping through her, bringing her to sharp attention. Her eyes snapped open but immediately shut again at the bright light, and she had to blink several times before she could see. All her movements felt sluggish, like she’d smoked too much, but infinitely worse.
“What–What the fuck?” Straining against whatever was keeping her hands, and feet, she soon realized, tied, she heard a quiet shuffle somewhere nearby. “Who’s there? I can hear you!”
A fresh wave of panic washed over Nathan when Rachel’s voice broke the silence of the Dark Room. He felt glued in one spot, his blue eyes flickering uneasily between the entryway of the bunker and where she was being held. Mark could return at any moment, and he’d be far from pleased to find Nathan conversing with their captive model.
He couldn’t just leave her like this, though. As much as he didn’t want to disappoint the man who had taken him under his wing, there was a part of him -- almost equally as strong -- that didn’t want her feeling afraid.
❝ It’s just me, Rach, ❞ he stated nervously, slipping out of the shadowed corner of the room and into her line of sight. He noted her expression with a sinking feeling of dismay. Most girls didn’t have the displeasure of coming down from the sedative in the Dark Room; they’d wake up -- confused but no worse for wear -- in their rooms, and that would be the end of it. Rachel, unfortunately, was not that lucky.
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❛ Shit, I hadn’t thought about it that way. ❜ A laugh spilled from Rachel’s lips, but she shook her head promptly. ❛ Nah, it’s actually just because I can’t go to a diner without getting breakfast food, but they have kickass fries, too. So I always say fuck it and just get both. ❜ It definitely counted as a weird ass combination that people never considered. But Rachel preferred that over skipping out on one or the other. Otherwise, she simply didn’t find the diner visit satisfying enough.
Rachel glanced down at the script as she took it from him. Knowing most of the script by heart at this point, she only needed a quick glance to know the scene. She looked back at Nathan, lips twitching with a sympathetic frown. Everyone struggled with lines at some point, but she could tell Nathan seemed to really care about them ( he wouldn’t have asked for help, otherwise ). ❛ Hey, it’s not stupid, Nate. Trust me, it’s a common problem. I still space on my lines sometimes. They’ll get all jumbled up with another scene, another character, or sometimes my head’s just plain somewhere else. One time when I was doing rehearsals for The Crucible, I started reciting my Spanish vocab instead of going off on John Proctor. It wasn’t a great day in Salem. ❜
❛ Anyway, my point is: you’re just nervous, or distracted. So stop thinking about it as reciting lines for an audience. When you’re up on stage — or even in here — Nathan Prescott and Blackwell Academy no longer exist. You are Caliban, simply living his life as fate dictates. If you know what to say, then all you really have to do is block out everything else, and let Caliban do his thing. ❜ Spinning on her heel, Rachel made her way towards the nearest seat, where she plopped down, shutting the script book in her lap. ❛ Let’s try the scene with that in mind, and we’ll go from there. ❜
He smiled as she spoke, the tightness in his chest easing. If even Rachel had flubbed her lines in the past, Nathan had no reason to believe that his anxieties were anything less than normal. ❝ I have a hard time picturing you messing up your lines, ❞ he admitted as he trailed after her. In rehearsal, she always seemed so confident. It was no wonder that she’d been chosen to be Prospera. As much as Nathan loved Victoria, even he had to admit that Rachel’s charisma made her a much better fit for the role. As Rachel sat, he remained standing, rocking back-and-forth on his heels.
Let Caliban do his thing. I can do that, right? I’m not Nathan, I’m Caliban. Her suggestion was easier said than done, but getting into that mindset helped a little. There were many times where he’d wished he could shut out who and where he was; now was the perfect opportunity to hone that skill. He took a deep breath to steady himself, his eyes set on the floor. I’m not Nathan, practicing lines with Rachel. I’m Caliban talking with Prospera.
Another smile appeared on his lips, but disappeared quickly after, replaced by a more serious expression. ❝ Okay, I think I’m ready. ❞

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Sitting by herself in class had become a common occurance in Ashley’s time here, she found herself avoiding any kind of social interactions with any other students due to her own anxiety and shyness. She found herself chewing on the end of her pen, staring down at the book in front of her as she waited for class to begin. The sooner she could go back to her room, the better. The shadow that fell over her desk caught her attention, and she looked up to meet the eyes of Nathan, who she’d heard both good and bad things about – especially recently.
This conversation could go either way, but being friendly would probably get her further and she didn’t have it in her to be rude or defensive. He’d never done anything directly to her, mainly because she kept to herself all the time. ❝ Hey… Nathan. Can I help you with something? ❞ She put her pen down on the desk, leaning back in her seat to give him a small smile.
Nathan trudged into the classroom, his tired eyes partially squinted as he surveyed the (mostly) empty desks. He was only even in class as a result of Victoria’s pestering. Normally, he appreciated her making sure he wasn’t doing something stupid, but more than anything he just wanted to hide out in his dorm and pretend the past few days hadn’t happened. As he walked through the classroom, he caught Ashley’s eye, glaring when she seemed to take it as an invitation to chat.
❝ Why would I need your help? ❞ he spat, allowing his stuff to fall loudly onto the top of his desk. His gaze softened when he noted the smile on her face, but it didn’t reach his tone when he spoke again, ❝ I already have plenty of nosy bitches in my business this week. I don’t need another. ❞
━ @daughterdrakes.
Cassie was certain she was blushing again. If she moved any further away from him she’d be hanging off the bed, which maybe wouldn’t be such a bad thing considering how close Nathan’s face was to her own.
“Nathan-” At the second prod, another laugh slipped out and she grabbed for his hand, half to get him to stop and half so she didn’t fall over the side. “Nathan please I’m so ticklish.”
She turned on her side in an attempt to protect her more sensitive side from Nathan’s fingers, but it only put them closer together.
“I’ll let the Bible comments slide if you stop.”
❝ I’d be fuckin’ heartbroken if you held them against me, ❞ he mocked, lightly poking her in the side once more. Religion had never been at the forefront of Nathan’s mind. He wouldn’t knock people simply for believing, but Cassie was asking for it with all of her “leave room for Jesus” bullshit. His chest now pulled flush against her upper back, he propped his chin up on her shoulder.
❝ And you never answered my question, ❞ he added, tone almost sing-song. ❝ So, I guess tickling isn’t against the rules. ❞ With that, he gave another gentle jab to her side, a quiet laugh bubbling up from his chest.
━ @daughterdrakes
Cassie didn’t notice at first that Nathan had replied, being so engrossed in taking notes. Once she got to the end of her page, she glanced over at Nathan’s note. Annoyed, she snatched the paper up and laid it over her own notes. She propped up her head on her arm, for once grateful that she was left-handed so she could keep Nathan from seeing what she was drawing.
Once satisfied with her sketch, she slid it back toward Nathan. It wasn’t her best work- a cottonmouth, with a coif of hair and a haughty look on his face- but it was good enough. Underneath it, v classy prescott.
Nathan pretended to pay attention to the teacher as Cassie worked on her sketch, but he couldn’t help but shoot a few, curious glances her way. When she finally did slide the paper to him, his jaw tightened at the drawing she’d left behind -- annoyed by both the quality and comparison.
He tugged the paper towards his side of the table with more force than necessary, crinkling the edges in the process. With a click of his pen, Nathan became intent upon scrawling his reply. After a few seconds, he shoved it back her way.
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“Why wouldn’t I have listened? They were the only way I knew you weren’t dead.”
The first few months of no-contact had been the hardest. Cassie had found herself constantly checking her phone, afraid of getting the call that something had happened. But when his first call actually came, she had been too afraid to answer, making Kate listen to the voicemail first so she wouldn’t have to hear from Nathan’s father that he was dead.
Of course, that hadn’t been the case.
“Nathan, I’ve never been as angry with someone as I was with you. Even when you were at your worst that week I still- I still trusted you and what you did was a complete violation of that.”
She paused and took a deep breath. The last thing she wanted to do was start shouting or crying.
“But even after all that, I never hated you. I could never hate you Nathan. And I’m- I’m so happy you’re doing better.”
He listened attentively as she spoke, resisting winces at the mention of him being dead and violating her trust. He’d dwelled on the fact that he’d broken her heart for the past three years, and -- at times -- he’d wished that Jefferson had gotten to him that night, instead of ending up crushed beneath the rubble the storm had left behind. At least, then, she’d have never known the extent of his involvement in the Dark Room; she could have moved on, only knowing that he’d loved her and he was GONE.
“That means a lot to me, Cass,” he murmured. “I feel . . . completely different, now. The therapist has me talk about the stupidest shit sometimes, but it helps. And my meds aren’t as fuckin’ awful now. I don’t think I’ll ever be fully better or whatever, but I’m not the same person I was three years ago.”
In some respects, of course, Nathan was very much the same. He’d accepted that he’d always be a bit of an ass; his hostile, bristly behavior wouldn’t cease entirely, but he was able to look at the world with more clarity, now. He didn’t have to live in fear of everyone around him.
“Don’t get me wrong, I still don’t deserve you or your ability to put up with my shit, but I deserve it slightly more now than before.”
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“ Fuck. YOU. ” Jaw set like she might breathe fire or lay into him with her fists ( she wouldn’t, because that wasn’t really her MO when it came down to the grit and gore —- she’d always had a worse bark than bite ), Chloe shifted in rust scuffed boots. Fists tight, chest tighter still, because Rachel had been absent before she’d vanished, and they both knew it. “ If you know something, you’d better start running, asshat. ”
“I’m shaking. What are YOU gonna do to me, Price?” he sneered, forcing any semblance of guilt from his expression. “Like hell I know what happened to Rachel. It’s not like I wanted to hurt her.” Nathan allowed himself that claim -- a truth wrapped within a lie. At times, he thought it’d be easier to admit the truth about all of it: Rachel, Jefferson, the Dark Room. There was always a nagging thought at the back of his mind that warned him it’d be a mistake. Mark was the only one who actually cared about him -- wanted him to be successful. Snitch on him, and everything would fall away.
“You just don’t want to accept that she left you in the dust.”
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‘ even on a bad day i feel good. ’ ‘ don’t chase the pain. ’ ‘ we’re all just barely keeping up. ’ ‘ in the darkness we’re all the same; human, alone, and afraid. ’ ‘ i don’t want to fade away. ’ ‘ i’d like to know for certain, but i think that i’m alright. ’ ‘ time kills you, but don’t kill time. ’ ‘ fear is close, but love is closer. ’ ‘ this is the youngest we’ll ever be again. ’ ‘ sometimes i am not my brain. ’ ‘ nothing changes if you don’t. ’ ‘ sometimes the bravest thing you can do is quit. ’ ‘ despite everything, i’m still in love with the world. ’ ‘ stop trying to fix everything, everything can’t be fixed. ’ ‘ you are missing from me. ’ ‘ you’re the only voice in my head. ’ ‘ love is a risk, love. ’ ‘ you can make it alone, but it’s a lot less fun on your own. ’ ‘ sometimes i feel better feeling nothing at all. ’ ‘ the past won’t haunt you if you don’t want it to. ’ ‘ sometimes it’s gotta get worse before it gets better. ’ ‘ every moment’s relevant, bittersweet, and delicate. ’ ‘ don’t let your heart freeze over. ’ ‘ i’m here. and that’s all i can be. ’ ‘ sad as i am to see you leave tonight, real life requires real goodbyes. ’ ‘ can’t crawl out of your own skin; might as well get comfortable with the skin you’re in. ’ ‘ nothing prepares you for the hard parts of life except for the hard parts themselves, but you’ll be alright. ’ ‘ i still feel the same after all these years. ’ ‘ you’ll never know the way you look through my eyes, and it makes me want to cry. ’ ‘ control what you can, comfort what you can’t. ’ ‘ control what you can, comfort what you can’t, and always remember how lucky you are to have yourself. ’ ‘ you made my day, my month, my year just by being here. ’ ‘ if you’re not yourself, you’re everybody else. ’ ‘ there’s nothing left to lose when there’s nothing left to hide. ’ ‘ is the sadness everlasting? ’ ‘ there are still people here that need you. ’ ‘ it is what it will be. ’ ‘ love all of me or not at all. ’ ‘ how wonderful i am at making a mess. ’ ‘ i already miss the things we haven’t even done yet. ’ ‘ you need someone that i just can’t be. ’ ‘ you are a sound i wasn’t listening for but needed to hear. ’ ‘ don’t you dare love just to be loved in return. ’ ‘ love is a beautiful word, but sometimes that’s all it is. ’ ‘ nothing is easy, but you don’t have to make it so hard. ’ ‘ you picked the wrong time to know me. ’ ‘ stop being such a fucking whiner. ’ ‘ i’m afraid i’ve shown you too much of my heart. ’ ‘ i’m looking up and looking forward, there’s nothing back there for you or me. ’ ‘ i am the only one in my way. ’ ‘ this time, try speaking from your rational mind and not your emotional heart. ’ ‘ you deserve to feel good. and beautiful, and loved, and wanted, and young, and respected, and wild, and complex, and adored, and so on. ’ ‘ i’ve got whatever you want so long as you want is me. ’ ‘ don’t throw your love around just anywhere. ’ ‘ i’ve got to let you go. ’ ‘ the lovely little loneliness would hold me down under the sound of being found, but then it all turned around. ’ ‘ to not dance when you had the health and could hear the music could be the biggest regret of your life. ’ ‘ i miss you more than i probably should. ’ ‘ i can’t tell if this time of year makes me want to fall in love or never see a human being ever again. ’ ‘ in this moment i could die with you. ’ ‘ oh, the things we do to hide the “bad” parts of ourselves from the ones we love. ’ ‘ if you’re at the end of your rope, you can borrow some of mine. ’ ‘ all of my friends are getting married. i am sincerely happy for them and can’t wait to drink and cry alone at their weddings. ’ ‘ it’s okay to be okay. ’ ‘ i think i like the idea of you more than the actual you yourself. ’ ‘ i want to be the type of person you feel better for being with. ’ ‘ wherever you are, you are you. if nothing else, you are you. ’ ‘ being sad is all the rage, but if you ask me it’s overrated. ’ ‘ i’ve been think about thinking less about think too much about. ’ ‘ why do i waste my time with thoughts of “us” in my mind? ’ ‘ the world is not out to get you. in fact, it couldn’t care less. ’ ‘ to hell with sweet nothings, you deserve sweeter somethings. ’ ‘ in one deep breath exhale all the terrible words on the tip of you tongue that were about to jump out of your mouth. ’ ‘ i hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for. ’ ‘ you’re not the cause of my heart breaking, you’re just a symptom. ’ ‘ do you really think it’s fashionable to talk like an asshole? ’ ‘ the bags under my eyes are packed, but i’m not going anywhere. ’ ‘ some people and things are better left as sweet memories. ’ ‘ i don’t wish you the worst anymore. in fact, i have to try extra hard to think about you at all. ’ ‘ you can’t have it all, but you can certainly have more than enough. ’ ‘ i don’t want to take over the world, i just want to know where i belong within it. ’ ‘ ‘afraid’ is no way to live. ’ ‘ you don’t know what you want and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. ’ ‘ the past is in the rearview, the future holds no weight. ’ ‘ are you free, or are you being borrowed? ’ ‘ that’s not a problem, it’s only a pity. ’ ‘ i’d like to let you know that boys cry too. ’ ‘ however slight the change, we’re never the same as yesterday. ’ ‘ yesterday was tough, but i woke up today. ’ ‘ sometimes bad luck can be so beautiful. ’ ‘ don’t be sorry, be better. ’ ‘ nothing is easy; if it is, it ain’t worth it. ’ ‘ it’s so hard to look around and not think to myself, ‘everything sucks here.’ ’ ‘ time to get your shit together. ’ ‘ you don’t owe tomorrow shit. ’ ‘ don’t be afraid of the darkness, for without it we wouldn’t be able to see the stars. ’ ‘ if you love me, don’t. ’ ‘ i’ve got to be me because no one else will. ’ ‘ you’re mostly sunshine, i’m mostly rain. ’ ‘ your feelings aren’t the problem, i just shouldn’t have been such an asshole. ’

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As soon as it started, Cassie found herself pulling away, though she kept her hands firmly on Nathan’s shoulders. Maybe she was a little drunker than she originally thought.
“Are you, ah, gonna say somethin’ now, Prescott? Or are you gonna run off like you did last time you kissed me like that?”
His mouth turned down into a frown when she pulled away, something akin to disappointment in his blue eyes. Letting out a quiet snort of laughter, Nathan resisted the urge to turn away in embarrassment. “What do you want me to say? I was perfectly fine with the not talkin’ we were just doing.”
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She was surprised that his voice actually lowered- pleasantly so, but she wished she wasn’t surprised… Although Laura wanted to reach out and try to comfort him, she just wasn’t sure it was a good idea.
“…I know.” Her voice softened with the apology, frown creasing her lips as he gave an apology. Her frustration still simmered, but it was tempered by her empathy. She got the feeling that Victoria might have the same feelings, but… Victoria was a whole different can of worms, and not one Laura knew particularly well.
“I know not everybody gets it… But you don’t always make it easy.” That… didn’t come out right- “I wish I could help, Nathan… I really do, but I don’t know how.” She tried to be there for him, at least- tried to be a good friend, provide some kind of outside influence that wasn’t completely devoted to his family name and prestige… “But the offer’s open. if you need someone to listen…”
“You don’t always make it easy.” Those words lingered in his mind, stirring up hurt and aggravation. Nathan knew he wasn’t what most would consider ‘pleasant’ to be around. ( Even if it had escaped him, it wasn’t as if anyone would let him forget it. ) While hung up on that phrase, he nearly missed the rest of her spiel, but managed to catch the gist. He’d heard it all before: I wish I could help, I’m always here for you, blah, blah, blah. So often those ended up being empty words; no one was really willing to help him out of fear of his father. Laura was no different.
“Yeah, thanks,” he responded dully, his shoulders slumping downward in defeat. The last of his rage drained from his body, leaving behind nothing more than emptiness and a nagging feeling of anxiety. “But it’s fine. I’m fine. I don’t need to talk to anybody. My family pays people for that.” The final sentence was spoken in a mocking tone and accompanied by a roll of his eyes. “Can we just stop talking about it, now? It’s not helping. Let’s do something else.”