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this was your diary.

he almost closed it back and put it back where he found it, but his eyes drifted over the words and a sentence or two struck his interest.

the way your handwriting changed through each sentence, neat at first and immediately turned shaky ― messier. leona sat on your bed, resisting the urge to just lay down because this wasn't him simply reading some old newspaper.

"i learned how to tell what mind if mood people are in by the sounds of their footsteps. it's a habit i've had since...well, all the overblots. it reminded me of how my parents would act when they're angry with me."

his eyes narrowed.

he flipped the page.

a few weeks when you first arrived, was the date.

"mom would tell me my bruises would heal faster if i just stopped crying and opening up, maybe that's all i need to do to get through this twisted world."

leona reread these sentences and every time he felt a pit in his stomach, maybe he misunderstood it, he missed some other details.

nope. every page for worse. the yelling, the stained tears, the "hitting for talking back" and flinching when someone raises their voice at you.

he felt his body tense, his fingers grip the book and his eyes narrowed.

the worst part? you write this done like it was a daily occurrence. you write about how you don't miss your parents, you miss having a reason to live.

suddenly, the doorknob clicks and leona immediately closes the book and stuffs it under the pillow, looking back up to see you walk in with two drinks you've got on your way back―only to notice the look on his face.

"...leona?" you ask, "what's wrong?"

your eyes then wandered to the dairy sticking out from under your pillow, and you stomach dropped.

"were you going to ever say anything?"

he wasn't mad, just worried.

you felt your hands shake as you took a step in, "you read through my diary??" despite your shaking, you were a bit offended that he snooped through your things.

"it― wasn't intentional."

"you opened the book and read each page, what do you mean not intentional―"

"just," Leona cuts you off, exhaling slightly as he gestured you over. "Just come here,"

you hesitate.

"please?"

his voice was soft, which forced you to slowly walk toward him until he pulls you gently to sit in his lap. you let your head rest against his shoulder as he tightens his arms around your waist.

after a long silence, you chuckled softly. "It's...just old stuff, anyway."

leona immediately looks over you, his figure towering over you. "don't say that."

you blinked, finally looking up at him, covered by his shadow. "what?-" "don't pretend like this doesn't matter. like it's nothing.

you felt his arms tighten around you, to which you sighed softly and played with the braid of his hair. "i turned out okay though, didn't i?" you joked playfully, leona's nose nuzzles its way into your neck, sitting in silence for a long moment.

then he squeezed you gently you let out a soft squeak.

"yah," he sighs, "you turned out strong and beautiful."

⠀︵⠀RUGGIE BUCCHI ⠀◌Ⳋ𝅄

ruggie notices a lot of things, faster than the average person should. sometimes big things and some very small. it came with growing up in the slums of sunset savanna, and it also came into play with dating you.

not that he can't help it, he just noticed more than anyone else. they way you apologized too quickly, for things that weren't your fault, the way you automatically assumed it's your fault and you try to fix a situation.

the way you hide away when in group work, and how you get quiet when someone's angry.

he didn't push, he just observed from afar. not until one day he crashed at your place for the night after a long shift at the mostro lounge, laying face first on your bed while you were in the shower.

he was bored, out of his mind, staring at the wall and sways his arms back and forth, about to sit up and just start to tidy the small mess in your room out of habit―he felt his fingers brush against a book.

his nose scrunched and ears perked as he leaned over the edge of the bed to spot a small book peeking out under the bed.

he picks it up with an exhale as he sits up, mind thinking this will be the first thing he puts away...but when his fingers brush over the cover hee noticed how worn out it was.

was this something you came with? what was in your school bag?

curious, he flipped it open. at first it was sweet, talking about your friends and working back at your world, your pets even when you arrived at night raven college you've written about that.

including him, how much you loved him. how much you care for him and hope he stays with you forever. as much as this boosts his ego, his eyes drift to another paragraph that grabbed his attention quickly..

"when i dropped the plate of donuts on the floor, he picked them all up and said "3second rule" and laughed that sweet laugh. it almost made me cry, my mother would have hit me for making such a silly mistake."

woah ..what? his grin disappeared and he flips another page.

another paragraph that made his stomach twist.

"i hate all these busy halls, whenever someone moves to fats by me and their arm hits mine it's so hard not to flinch in public."

he stops for second. thinking. you write this down without a care in the world, like this is a regular for you. like these survival instincts were just a personality quirk.

his chest hurt, actually hurt.

when you step out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, you find ruggie holding your diary and your stomach dropped. you went pale, ruggie's tail and eats flop when he looks at you.

"why didn't you tell me." he whispered, almost pained.

you felt your throat go dry, but you replied to the best of your ability. "...it didn't matter anymore." shrugging softly.

ruggie almost laughed, "didn't―didn't matter?" he states in disbelief. "if it didn't matter you would have a diary written all about it."

he immediately regrets his choice of words, seeing your eyes shake with tears threatening to fall. you looked away, damp hair loose against your shoulders as you shut the door behind you.

ruggie fumbles with his fingers, tossing the book to the sheets of your bed and looking back at you. "hey." he mummered, your eyes glance back at him slowly. "you know," he takes a step toward you, "none of that...is your fault, yah?"

that did it. the dam broke, tears fell from your eyes and ruggie was quick to engulf you into a hug. you hid your face into his shoulder as he sat down on the bed and let you sit in his lap. rubbing your back, gushing your gently.

"i'm sorry―" you cried, head hung low as you sniffle into his shirt. "hey, don't apologize. you got nothing to be sorry for." the hyena pulls you back to cup your cheeks with his hands, staring into your teary eyes.

"you weren't able to choose your family," he rubs a thumb under your eye, "but you can damn well choose who you want to love."

⠀︵⠀KALIM AL-ASIM ⠀◌Ⳋ𝅄

kalim finds out with his own two eyes, he doesn't read it out of your diary or find out on his own―it's clear as day when you dropped a tray if food all over the floor at one of his parties, and without jamil's supervision you only wanted to make it easier for him.

you tripped on your ankle, the tray on your hands wobble as you catch yourself on the wall but the food goes everywhere. the loud clash caused everyone to jolt or scream slightly due to the sudden noise.

your vision for blurry, tears filled your eyes as you heard the voice of your boyfriend barely in your ears. "baby, are you okay?" one voice says.

"are you hurt?"

messy, too many thoughts.

"what happened?" jamil's distorted voice comes in, kalim trying to explain what he saw but it happened too quickly. instinctively, you cowered away to the ground and held your hands over your face and mummered "sorry, im so sorry,"

"..what, baby?" kalim crouches in front of you, hands hovering over your shaking body. "hey, it's okay- you're okay."

you let out a soft scream as you felt his hand gently brush your arm, curling more in on yourself as you cried, "im sorry! ill clean it up, i swear, dont―don't hate me, ill clean it!"

kalim was silent for half a second, blinking his thoughts back as he tried to calm you down first. "hey, baby, no one's mad at you. it was an honest mistake, here."

he offered his hands in front of you now, not touching you until you finally blinked up at him. two hands waiting to hold yours, his smile soft as he gestured to the mess. "people are already cleaning it up, it's okay, you don't have to cry."

others awkwardly leave the room, jamil and others cleaning up the last remains of the mess and leave you and kalim alone. the boy is sitting with you now, your hands finally grasping his as you cried through the stress.

"im sorry, kalim. i―i think i feel sick, i cant―it was an accident."

"i know baby, i know."

at this moment, kalim understands...a certain amount, to say the least. every flinch, every cry, every moment he's had to comfort you like this―it all led back to what happened in your past.

"i―i just wanted to help,"

"and you did! you help so much, habibti, you are- so kind, so helpful, thoughtful! you don't deserve to feel this, you don't deserve any of it!"

he cries softly with you, letting you sob into his shoulder as he rubs your back and shushes you. and somewhere, deep inside, you realize this is the first time you've cried with someone instead of because of someone.

⠀︵⠀JAMIL VIPER ⠀◌Ⳋ𝅄

jamil noticed your habits before you even realized you were showing them, they were small. too small for the average person to notice. your hyper-awareness, being on your toes is always making sure you check your surroundings before doing something.

the way you curl away when someone raises their voice or a situation starts up, you always try to get out of it. the way you stress clean when you spill a drink or make a mess.

he doesn't say anything, he just keeps watching―learning. until he can figure out what exactly is wrong, he won't push.

one evening, he finally figured out what was wrong and why you act like you do. not that he's judging you, but he's seen these movements before and really hopes he is wrong.

he's picking out all the dirty laundry in your room and washing them, he offered and without a second thought you allowed him. he tossed a shirt in the basket in his arms when he spotted a book sticking out from a pile of other clothes.

having to pick them up anyways, he tossed the loose clothes on the basket, sets it to the side and takes the book. assuming it was a book you used to write notes in, when he picks it up a page slips out and lands by his slipper.

he picks it up, again, unknown to what it actually is, he read a date that was familiar to him. it was when you and him went out on your four month anniversary to a restaurant at the shaftlands.

he sat down and read through the paper. it was your words on how that evening went, and he cheeks went pink when he realized just how hot you found him in his suit.

minus that point.

the longer the read, the more he realized he was reading your diary. every word made him sick, you... you've hated the way you look that day, the way your curves looked because that's all your mother would talk about.

how ugly you looked, you need to lose weight. no one will ever love you.

"sometimes i wish they would just stay quiet instead of yell at every little thing i do."

by the end of it, he slowly closed the book and set it back where he found it, taking the basket of clothes and leaving your room. his fists clenched the edges of the basket. he's not angry at you, he's angry FOR you.

he knows what it's like to be treated like you're a side piece, but to the point where you've been abused for just being yourself?

jamil won't confront you, it's not his place, but he'll be damned if you think you can continue living thinking like you're worth nothing.

he doesn't act different, he just shows his affection more in private. his kisses are more soft, they are longer longer and his cuddles are much more of him being the big spoon and holding you close.

you teased, "what's with all the sudden affection?"

he just holds you tighter, "i just love you, so much. let me love you for you, without the need to feel like you're forcing me."

Name : Aisling Morgan (most people call her Ash)

Birthday : May 1

Age : 17

Height : 170cm

Dominant hand : right

Homeland : Queendom of Roses

Grade : Sophomore

Class : Class C

Club : Science Club

Best subjects : Ancient Magic and Alchemy

Hobbies : Experimenting new things

Pet peeves : Rain

Favorite food : Berries

Talent : Pixie dust alchemy destroying furniture with failed experiments and arcane combat

When she was eight and a half she got adopted by Crewel and his husband (twst OC of Tadashi from Big Hero 6).

She's one of the first two women studying at NRC with Lorelei Sinclair (my bestie's OC but she doesn't have tumblr :() but Crowley didn't want to admit them in any dorm so they live in a small house next to the Hall of Mirrors.

She lives in a small coastal town in Queendom of Roses.

Her best friends are Vil and Idia and she's dating Jamil.

She's a druid, a kind of fae (that I made up) that have been cursed by the gods to have a human lifespan. They also have a talent for healing magic.

Zarina is her ancestor, in this version she never came back to Pixie Hollow and ended up on the druids island because of a storm. All of her descendants have wings and (mysteriously) the ability to manipulate pixie dust.

My first impression of Kuras when I discovered touchstarved: