𝕔𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 !

the demigod let out an annoyed sigh. “why is the sun just so bright?” she asked moving to a less sunny seat. the bad thing about auradon that she didn’t have to worry about on the isle was the sun. sure it did feel nice on her skin when she was cold, sometimes it was just too much for vanessa. she knew that someday she would get use to it and everything would be fine. but she knew that day wasn’t going to be today.

        «♡»  pocky  can’t  exactly  be  considered  an  asshole  —  not  quite.  sure,  he's  a  flirt,  but  he  knows  when  to  stop,  when  to  put  it  away,  and  he  is  never  …  mean.  his  mom  had  always  told  him  he  didn’t  have  a  mean  script  in  his  entire  code.  and  sometimes  he  wants  to  be  an  asshole.  sometimes  he  wants  to  bash  someone’s  head  into  a  wall  like  lyric,  to  give  someone  a  broken  nose  if  they  treat  him  or  his  friends  the  wrong  way  —  but  at  the  end  of  the  day,  he's  pliant  and  submissive  and  not  nearly  as  much  of  an  asshole  as  he  wishes  he  were.

        above  all,  though  ?  he  just  wants  to  be  glitch - free.  which  is  why  he’s  holed  up  in  his  bedroom,  laptop  on  his  lap  as  he  hacks  away  at  his  code,  poking  and  prodding,  shifting  things  around.  if  it  were  up  to  him,  he  would  actually  go  into  his  code,  but  he  doesn’t  have  time  for  that  today.

        he  hardly  notices  the  door  to  his  dorm  room  open,  and  so  he  doesn’t  have  time  to  react  before  lovey  is  draping  herself  across  his  back.  a  surprised  glitch  tears  through  him  and  he  winces.  ❝  ah !  shit,  ah  —  ❞  slamming  his  laptop  closed,  he  shoves  it  under  his  pillow  and  forces  a  laugh  to  fall  from  his  lips.  ❝  hey,  lovey,  i  —  you’re  telling  me  you  came  all  this  way  just  to  get  an  update  on  my  life  ?  a  simple  text  wouldn’t  have  worked  ?  ❞  a  smile  tugs  at  glossy  lips  and  he  shifts,  pulling  his  blanket  over  him  and  making  himself  comfortable.  ❝  not  much  has  been  new.  made  a  mouse  friend,  won  a  street - race  or  two  …  the  usual.  ❞  his  voice  is  warped  by  another  glitch  that wracks  his  body,  purple  eyes  blinking  innocently  at  his  friend.  *✧｡⋆

           the thing about lovey was that they weren’t coded a g a i s t being kind. they knew their mom was kind of a dick when she was younger. they knew taffyta was a dick. so were A L L the other kids who used to pick on good ‘ole mama von schweetz. sugar rushians weren’t always so sweet, and lovey knew that they themselves were fully capable of turning their backs on anyone they didn’t care about. apathetic, at best. ruthless, at worst.

            pocky was one of those few people they did care about. their ruthlessness turned into a single-minded determination to make sure that the kid turned out okay, regardless of who they had to go through to make sure it happened.

                   lovey was an asshole. there really was no way around this fact. the saving grace of this fact was that lovey was friends with other assholes. there was a system in place. they b a l a n c e d each other out, somewhat. with the way they worked, no one’s feelings got hurt on a day to day basis because they took their asshole tendencies out on each other. sometimes. see ?? there was a method to the madness.

                   there was a also a method to dealing with POCKY. it wasn’t graceful by any means, but it served it’s  . lovey let herself into his room and, before he could look up from his game, bodily draped herself across his back. ❝ hello there, muffin !! ❞ she squirmed, in full asshole glory. she made herself comfortable and, most importantly, making sure pocky didn’t walk out. ❝ i haven’t seen y o u in a bit so, where’s my update on your life ?? the whos, the whats, the hows. the four - one - one. spill the TEA. what’s been new with you, baby boo ?? ❞

              ❝ oh, but i’m r e a l good at it, babe. ❞ they winked. they tucked their hands into their pocket, allowing their jean jacket to flare out like wings when they held their arms out in a ‘ what can you do ‘ motion. ❝ i’ll avoid it all cost. it’s not really my job to be kind. i’m just here for the f u n s i e s. ❞

                ❝ yeah, i always thought so too. ❞ they rocked in their chair, boots hiked up onto the desk in front of them and chair remaining balanced on its back two legs. they pointed their glittery pen at the other girl. ❝ but not all the strange people are outwardly strange. even the quiet ones -- ❞ they looked pointedly at stella. ❝ have a little something about them. just a bit of EXTRA to ‘em, ya feel ?? ❞

                   ❝ really ?? i could give you the best ride of your life, sweetheart.❞ lovey quirked a brow, settling into the leather of their seat as they smirked at the girl through the window of their car. ❝ i SWEAR, i’ll be the best goddamn distraction from all this interrogation bullshit if that’s what you want me to be.❞

「  * &.  ✧  ━  class schedule ⁞ task 001. 」

MAJOR: mechanical engineering MINOR: n/a

          “  maybe  not  like  that,  ”  ophelia  began,  shaking  her  head  slightly,  as  the  smallest  of  amused  smiles  appeared.  she  wasn’t  the  confrontational  type,  but  she  was  trying  to  be  as  helpful  as  possible.  “  she  deserves  to  know  the  truth  about  her  boyfriend,  but  —  do  it  in  a  nice  way  ?  we’re  not  actually  trying  to  hurt  her.  ”

Christmas sighed as he sat himself down at one of the picnic tables. “None of these stores have snakes or spiders that I can buy. I went to one store and the lady told me she would call the cops on me if I came back. I didn’t say anything bad…just that I was going to make a soup for everyone to try. I guess the only good thing about the Isle is that you could eat bugs, spiders and even snakes and no one batted an eye..”

kitty could, and would, write an entire essay on why raspberry flavoured jello was the best kind of jello. and how, if you mixed a little extra gelatin into the mix, it became just solid enough to form into balls to throw at people but still soft enough to splatter on impact. they would giggle each time one of these balls flew through the air towards random passerby, the screeching like music to their ears. “oh what a lovely day for a jelly-filled bucket of fun,” they remarked, skipping away from the place that they had been standing to avoid the glares of one particularly angered victim. 

“oh don’t you think it’s a wonderful day for a little bit of red?” she asked, setting up base not far from where another person currently was. “a beautiful, perfect day!” splat! the jello slid down the wall, staining previously white stone red as it moved. “would you like to try?”

              lovey watched that jelly havoc rage around courtyard of the campus with a kind of manic glee. they weren’t really the type to think of trying to orchestrate these kind of wide-scale inconveniences when they were sober, but they did thoroughly enjoy the show while it was happening. they POPPED their lollipop into their mouth, holding it between their t e e t h as they dug out a pen and paper out from their bag. on a particularly satisfying splat, lovey held up up her paper. the number ❛ 10 ❜ was written in sparkly pink pen, like a judge scoring a dive.

CIGARETTE IN HAND, Lyric was sitting down listening to some drunken rambling about how if some kid were to steal the museum artifacts, they’d do it RIGHT and not get caught moving things. Lyric literally had no fucking clue what they were talking about. He could feel his chest pounding from bursts of adrenaline ( not that he actually felt a heartbeat there in years ) from crossing the streams a little too much. He nodded along, noticing a cue that he’s been able to hone in after countless times of being too FUCKED UP to actually listen to a conversation. But then, Lovey was on his lap. Lovey was whispering in his ear. Lovey leaned close and he could feel their breath on his skin. Above all, Lovey told him to play a role. Instinctively, as natural as if they’d been dating since they were in middle school, he wrapped his arm around their waist, pulling their body closer to him. 

❝ GOD, I LOVE hearing you laugh, Lovey. But I know when you want something— You’ll just have to wait, yeah ?? When we get home— ❞ He snickered, almost breaking character, but managed to play it off by tightening his hold on them, burying his face into their neck. Like hell, he’d kiss them so intimately, he knew his boundaries. When he composed himself, he lifted his face, seeing a disgruntled partygoer. Lyric’s drunken companion tried a conversation— it didn’t work. ❝ Can I help ya ?? ❞ the prince barked, pulling away only to bring his smoke back into his mouth to take a drag, not breaking eye contact with the admirer. ❝ I was just telling MY Lovey about what we’d name our dog. I said ❛ Cat ❜ and did you hear their laugh ?? They thought it was fucking ridiculous !! God, it’s a wonder how I’m going to marry you when you think my greatest jokes aren’t even funny. ❞ His eyes had complete and genuine intoxicated admiration for the party monster nestled on his lap. He knew how to sell a look. 

                           the compliance was immediate and lovey couldnʻt help but let out a small hum of pleasure as she burrowed into lyricʻs arms. there was nothing quite like the ease of their friendship. the way they could melt into each other ; the way they understood exactly what the other one needed without them needing to spell it out for one another ; the way he didnʻt hesitate to help her out when she needed it. it all came easy as breathing, and it must have been evident by the look on the admirer’s face. lovey dropped her face into lyric’s hair, masking her giggles by pressing a kiss to the top of lyric’s head.

          ophelia  nodded  along  to  the  story,  doing  her  best  to  keep  up  the  second  time  around.  dude  at  a  party,  with  lyric,  has  a  girlfriend  —  so,  she  figured  she’d  gotten  the  gist  of  it  at  this  point.  “  ah,  alright,  i  gotcha,  ”  ophelia  finally  concluded  with  a  firm  nod.  “  but  —  why  can’t  you  just  tell  the  girl  &  let  her  decide  what  to  do  ?  ”

continued  from  here   /   @frcmzerc.