O , ATLAS !

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        ❛ Annie — ❜ There’s was no winning with the Reaping for the Quarter Quell. It was either Annie or Mags. He wouldn’t choose one over the other. He couldn’t. He didn’t want to consider who had a longer life ahead of them. He loved them both. In different ways, but they were such permanent fixtures in his life that he would take even a heartbeat more with them safe and well. They were his family. Mags had practically raised him.

        Finnick couldn’t have both. Not in this life. Not in this world. It drove him mad.

        And Annie — Mags had been chosen, and he’d felt a relief flood through him. That he didn’t have to see her break. More. Again. But for all his love for her, he hadn’t expected for her to take Mags’ place. She wouldn’t survive another Games. Damn, he loved her. He did. But —

        Neither would Mags. All of this was so fucked.

        When she’d volunteered herself, he’d turned to her on the podium, coiled like a spring — ❛ Annie — ❜ He’d said her name back then as he did now. Soft, reverent, a whisper beneath the cheers and applause. He hadn’t let the mask drop. Only Annie could see through it, if she tried — but she was somewhere else. The Capitol’s Darling, though he’d pulled her close all the same. He’d heard her screams in her sleep and of the terrors that awoke her.

        He'd been careful to appear as if a former mentor. Loose with his hold, light with a pat atop her head. Only a quick kiss to her crown. Quiet promises that he’d protect her, he’d keep her safe. And then he’d stepped away, staring into the crowd with a charming smile and blank eyes.

        Now was different. Now they were alone. But he’d been keeping his distance. If he touched he knew that he’d break.

        ❛ You volunteered. ❜ He couldn’t downplay what she’d done. It wasn’t right. He swallowed, on the fringes of a panic himself. No, he’d been panicking, he just didn’t want to show it. So he cupped her cheek, brushed his thumb against it. ❛ My brave Annie. ❜

        But he couldn’t last. Just as he had during the Reaping, he pulled her close. This time, his hold was firm. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. And when he spoke, his voice was carefully level, carefully strong, though tears formed in his eyes, began to roll down his face.

        “  peace,  my love.  you needn’t worry yourself so much.  ”  his compassion,  his concern for others,  it’s one of the many things that mathilda adores about him,  but more often than not  ...  it causes her her own worry.  “  just focus on what you can do.  you’ll drive yourself mad otherwise.  ”

name:  mathilda friedrich. nicknames:  matty. age:  twenty-eight. gender:  female.  she / her. nationality:  zofian. birthday:  august 19th. sun sign:  leo. moon sign:  virgo. residence:  zofia. alignment:  lawful good. sexuality:  bi,  woman leaning.

@cindrelle​ (satou yuuki)​

It takes a lot for Crowley to get Zarina to actually help out a ‘poor student’ in need of help in returning his belongings after being throw out of class. It seemed that certain books were left behind. If not for the headmaster’s irritating additions to his speech, the woman would’ve said that she was busy, but alas, she wasn’t. If anything, getting closer to the infamous student with no magic who appeared out of nowhere in the beginning ceremony was far more intriguing than anything else. Either this young man was a downright lunatic who says he came from another world or he is indeed someone who comes from a world beyond their own. It seems fun. Plus, he’s got that little cat running around. As a good junior (despite being transferred), Morozova wishes to help out. 

This is how she finds herself at the Ramshackle dorm with a small basket made as a peace offering and a way to start a friendship. Food has always been a right way to go, especially handmade and prepared with care. It didn’t seem like Ramshackle dorm had anything going for it, it was in shambles and she almost pitied the one who was thrown into this building. Their Headmaster wasn’t anything close to kind in this regard, but she won’t speak of it. 

Already upon stepping the land does she greet the ghosts and they greet her back, asking for an autograph. She gives it to them for a small favor: do not disrupt her conversations with the Prefer here for an hour or so. It’s taken and she thanks the sweet lads before knocking on the door. She waits for a bit more before ringing, patiently waiting for the other to come and open the door. Upon hearing the footsteps, Zarina turns with her back to the door, all to make her ‘entrance’ seem a bit more mysterious and, well, interesting. Once the door opens does she turn around with a soft smile to greet Satou Yuuki. 

“ Ah… Good afternoon. I apologize for coming to your dorm without prior invitation. My name is Zarina Morozova, I am a junior here. I was asked by Headmaster to deliver your books back to you, ” she makes sure her voice sounds soft and friendly as she wishes not to disturb the other or bring any negative connotations. She is curious, she does want to speak more to this student. Where are they from, who are they, why do they hang out with a beast like Grim. “ Oh, and I’ve heard that you do not have a kitchen here. I’ve also brought some sandwiches. I’ve heard how tough it was to get any food during lunch time. The ghosts told me you haven’t had anything for lunch. I hope I’m not overstepping my boundaries. I’ve also brought some canned tuna for your friend Grim as well. ” The information dump is over and she remains smiling, wishing for nothing but to offer assistance and start a path towards befriending the other. It’s in her personal best interest, nothing malicious. In this case, her entertainment is purely genuine. 

“ Would you like me to leave everything here or would you like me to bring everything inside? I hope I’m not intruding upon anything. ”

        it’s not the first time that yuu has been thrown out of class.  from back home in tokyo,  to wherever the hell nights raven academy exists in this multiverse.  frankly,  thinking about it like that is the only way in which he can cope.  it’s just like those american comics,  right ?  all the same,  he doesn’t mind slinking off to his dorm now that he’d gotten off with a warning.  just this once.  all it took was suggesting that kicking out a poor,  troubled student wouldn’t be all that magnanimous,  and he should give yuu a chance to get over all this stress of being in a new world.  it was kinda ridiculous,  but,  hey,  he’d take it.  maybe the only downsides were that now he was stuck with grim,  as they’re one student for stupid fucking reasons,  and he’d not been able to grab his books before being thrown out.  and no food to speak of.

        he’s curled up with a comic book that he’d borrowed from ace when there’s a knocking at the door that yuu,  of course,  ignores.  it isn’t until the ringing starts that the prefect lets out a groan and tosses his occupation aside.  hair that’d been let loose is quickly tied back into a high ponytail as the student all but stumbles to the door.  reaching it,  he yanks it open with a half - careless,  half - calculated  “  yo  ”.  to say that he’d expected this particular visitor  (  the hell was she facing away like that for ?  )  would be incorrect,  and when she turns to face him,  he’s thrown off by,  well,  a few things.  her smile,  probably the softest sort he’d seen since he’d arrived;  her face,  which is rather pleasing to the eye and not too expected at a typically all boys school unless vil is around;  and the fact that she is familiar despite them never having met.

        it all comes into focus when she speaks her name  ---  and yuu hopes the magazines that deuce had lent him are well out of sight.  less that he’d be embarrassed they feature her heavily and more that they’re the sleazy tmz type.  not that anyone here would understand that.

        “  satou yuuki,  but people usually call me yuu,  ”  he says,  arms folding as he leans against the door frame.  eyes flit to the books that she carried on her person,  then to the small basket upon her mention of the sandwiches.  his face perks up,  as much as it can what with the usual scowl,  a smile forming in its place.  it was almost as if she’d read his mind,  really,  for the only other thing yuu had been dreading had been the fact that it would be difficult to acquire food now that he was the school day was through.  “  sweet !  crowman hasn’t given us shit.  thought i was gonna have t’ start licking the paint off the damn walls !  ”  a pretty face and promise of food ?  how could anyone say no when the alternative was grim’s mangy ass and starvation ?

                    Oh he was such a pain. Fernand couldn’t help but think to himself all but sighing at the other’s response. Frankly if it weren’t for the concern of the other staff members and the occasional student he wouldn’t be here. It was so much easier for him to keep his nose out of the business of people he disliked ( Lukas ) but here he was anyway, on the behalf of others. Wasn’t he so kind ? And yet despite this, the ginger blatantly ignored what he had said. Perhaps it would be easier to personally carry the other out of the room and toss him into his truck, though for whatever reason he opted for the more uncomfortable method.  

                    “ Yes I’m aware. ” He answered flatly. ( It was almost as if he ALSO had exams to plan..!! )  “ Even so that doesn’t change what I said. Everyone else is going home, don’t get self important and run yourself ragged on ‘ your students ’ behalf. ” He continued, glaring at the other with just as much malice as was usual whenever the universe demanded they crossed paths. Perhaps even more in a moment if the other didn’t change his attitude. 

                   “ If you don’t perhaps I should stay behind to make sure that half of your tests aren’t baseless nonsense that will trouble your students even more. ” Brown eyes flicked to a nearby chair, tucked away in a desk. It wasn’t like he WANTED to sit and watch him work, but he would be damned if the fawning of the other staff members didn’t cease because of a certain someone overworking himself. 

        oh,  for the love of  ---  lukas knows he knows.  why must everything he says be taken at its worst interpretation and met with veiled scorn ?  if not outright toxicity,  that is.  perhaps he would never understand,  but now’s not the time to question his coworker.  it’s never been so difficult to still his tongue lest he say anything else unbecoming what with the rhythmic throbbing behind his eyes,  fernand’s incessant prattling serving as quite the icing on the cake.  even in this state,  it’s not hard to read between the lines.  someone had had to have said something,  otherwise one whom lukas would consider to be his greatest enemy would never dare to force him to rest.

        “  thank you for your concern.  ”  arms fold,  lips pressing into a thin line as he pretends to consider his threat.  it is troubling that he’s so obvious as to incur the worries of others,  but the reality still remains that he’d taken on a second advanced placement class this year,  meaning there was another exam to prepare for on top of standardized tests.  there’s simply no time to waste.  just because he doesn’t teach until ninth period doesn’t mean he can just leave.  ignoring fernand’s presence would have to do.  “  but  ---  and i hope you will forgive me for saying this  ---  your worries are unfounded.  ”  rather than address his argument in more depth,  lukas gestures to the very same chair with the most polite smile he can muster.

@cindrelle​ (leona kingscholar)​

There are many reasons for her to dislike the presence of another in the botanical garden. As much as people seem to praise Leona Kingscholar, she feels not even an ounce of respect or wish to be polite to the man. It’s unfair coming from her, but personal experience and personal judgement are irrational in this case. The one who sat seemingly in Heavens with his royal blood and the one who climbed the stairs from the shadows, learning the reality of this world and its unfairness. She heard her classmates chuckle upon stating that despite being born on the very same day neither of them were that similar besides their pride. It was sickening to her, she couldn’t stand being compared to someone who was willingly sitting back and letting countless opportunities escape. 

The luxury lifestyle given to him from the moment he was born, her own judgement told her that this was a type of person who she could not respect until there would be more information. Just because he came from a place of power meant nothing if a person was not showing their skillset and were not improving themselves, climbing on top no matter what others said. Endlessly, she remembers countless people who she had to step on and break their metaphorical bones to be where she is now. As entertainment is a sweet industry to remain in. Underworld taught her ways to dominate, she wonders if his majesty knows of similar unfair ways. How unfair and cruel of her to have such a thought process when it came to Leona Kingscholar, it’s not that they even interacted much. Her distaste didn’t come from ignorance, the man was skilled and talented, she knew it and she accepted it. The fact that he wasn’t using those much from skipping classes and staying a year behind made her frown ever so lightly inside her mind. 

“ I’ve been here for a while. I cannot believe you are missing Trein’s class again, Kingscholar, ” Zarina doesn’t even look up at him as she makes sure to sit more comfortably on the small chair she brought while having a guitar in her hands. The notes and the words float before her, the name of the song: ‘Mermaid’s Curse’ can be seen to the other. Not that she thinks he might remotely care. “ Either sleep here with me playing the music or find another place to nap. I have a job and you’ll have to carry me out if you want me to gone. ” How grateful she is to Crewel for letting her miss today’s class as she already gave her papers and assignments prior to this class, stating she studied two chapters ahead and won’t be missing anything.  

“ Actually, if you can listen to one song and tell me how it sounds, I’ll limit myself to playing three songs altogether and leave you to nap here alone. How does that sound? I need an unbiased opinion. ” Golden gaze shifts from words to the the Savanaclaw’s Dorm Leader. She has guts to speak to him like this, with no fear and it is rather rude of her to say it like that. He is the one overlooking this botanical garden (or so she heard) but she had the permission of the staff to be here. Not only that, but Zarina was fully aware that she was speaking to a prince. Well, she didn’t seem to care at all. “ I do apologize for having the audacity to speak to you like this, but times call for desperate measures. ” 

        his royal highness doesn’t take too kindly to having his afternoon naps interrupted,  less so when it’s due to some plant - eater encroaching upon his territory.  green eyes are fixed on her long before she speaks,  lips twisted in a preemptive sneer.  perhaps he should be grateful that this one hadn’t been so rude as to step on his tail,  but the ruckus she’d made upon entering,  her chittering,  and now that blasted instrument  ...  it does little to make up for that fact.  how insufferable.  “  it’s none of your business what i do.  ”  hand propped in cheek,  tail swishing,  he debates the logistics of chasing her off.  though,  if there’s anything he’s learned in the savanna,  it’s not to mess with women,  and it’s for that reason alone that he gives her the time of day.  even if her presence brought with it great disturbance.

        so he bides his time,  stretching.  carrying her out of here doesn’t seem too appealing either.  something tells leona that he wouldn’t come out of the encounter in one piece,  just as if he’d settled things like they do at home.  the only option there really is  ...  is to ignore her.  leona is about to curl back into a sleeping position when she speaks again.  ears flatten against the top of his head,  though morozova is still offered an appraising glance.  she’s bargaining as if he’d any reason to care for her silly songs.  they’d certainly fall on deaf ears.  then again,  he could bullshit his way through this encounter and get her out of his hair quicker and maybe still squeeze in a proper nap before practice that afternoon.

        “  i don’t  ---  ”  he starts at her final quip,  then gives up,  finding it not worth saying.  for him to be speaking this much at all when she’s this much of a pest is quite the anomaly to begin with.  perhaps it’s because she won’t shut up.  (  or maybe it’s since her voice has always been everywhere:  the news,  television,  movies,  commercials.  successes that he could never have for there will always be someone or something standing in his way.  things he wants but can never have:  a victory over malleus,  popularity,  a throne.  it’s easy to disregard her existence.  except for when she’s sitting here,  taking something that’s rightfully his.  the only thing he really has:  his time,  his patience,  his peace and quiet.  )  teeth flash for the briefest of moments before he retakes his napping position.  perked ears are the only evidence of his attention,  settled on his side,  back facing her.