tainted snow

“when you explore, how far do you go?” castor frowned at his own self. “that is a great idea! i just went into the woods, finding peace and quiet. there’s this tree where i usually stare up at the moon and think. and the reason why i hide in trash cans is to scare people. or hide when i am playing a game with myself.”

“you’re right. i’ll try the next time i talk to her. thanks, ithaca,” she said, with a soft smile. she bunched her lips at one side in thought, and a small frown adorned her features at the uncertainty in ithaca’s voice. “you don’t … you don’t sound too sure.” her tone was as soft as possible, and her expression matched her tone.

“i mean, i guess …” she murmured, then sighed softly. “i’ll try. maybe the next time i talk to her, or maybe the time after that, but … i’ll try.” she offered a small smile. at ithaca’s answer to her question, she tilted her head. “you work differently? but you are still siblings. he cares for you, you for him, right?”

“ithaca.” he was going to have to work on that. “high-and-mighty respect stuff, i won’t do it again.” castor smiled. “that’s wonderful! with all that freedom, what do you usually do at night?” he spun around, looking up to the moon. “i normally just hide in trash cans. or… climb on top of a roof and just relax.”.

at ithaca’s words, fellie bunched her lips at one side, in thought. “i mean, i guess you’re right, but …” she sighed, crinkling her nose. “i just don’t know.  i’m too stressed to live his life —” a bit dramatic, but it was how she felt. she put her head in her hands, only looking up once ithaca had answered her question. “… what? why not?” she frowned slightly, confused. “you deserve an apology, too, ithaca …”

felicity puffed out her cheeks, then letting out a long sigh, unsure of what she was going to do. “but … that’s the thing. it wasn’t willow who hurt me, and so … do i really need an apology? do i really deserve an apology? it wasn’t … it wasn’t her fault, really …” she frowned slightly, looking down at her hands. “are you going to talk to otto about it?”

“princess!” he didn’t want to be disrespectful in front of ithaca so he bowed. his own prince title will be with him always. it’s just he never really says it out loud anymore. “yes, the moon and the stars.i love it so much!” the young vampire tilted his head slightly to the left. “oh, do you still have to do all that? sounds like a lot of work.”

felicity played with the ends of her hair, not sure what else to do. she paused, crinkling her nose a bit as she thought back to her last conversation with otto. “well, i guess you’re right, yeah …” she murmured softly. otto hadn’t told her as much, but he had to feel bad about it … right? “you’re right. talking to her would be the best solution.” she paused. “… i just don’t want to bother her.” she gave a hopeless sigh.

“photos! of course! whoops…” castor didn’t really care if it was dark. “i love taking photos. like once i climbed a tree and went to the very top to take a shot of the ground below. i don’t know, really but some turn out quite nice. most of them are of the moon” he didn’t really have any duties. “what did you have to do?” he smiled. “then, welcome. name’s castor.”

areli: he's friends with coraline?

areli: thats the most specific i can get he literally doesn't have a name

areli: yeah

areli: i hunt monsters like the other mother in my spare time

ithaca: oh, coraline, i know that story

ithaca: i think i know who you mean now

ithaca: there are monsters besides the other mother?

areli: fuck

areli: animal and magic

areli: i'm the daughter of the cat- idk if you know him? he refuses to have a name anyways

areli: and im studying magic? but its mostly just so i can access pocket dimensions better

ithaca: well it could be worse

ithaca: the cat??

ithaca: you're going to have to be more specific

ithaca: pocket dimensions

areli: could you please?

areli: or i'm literally going to hunt him down

areli: and i have a feeling he doesn't want someone who constantly carries a sword doing that?

ithaca: i can try, but he might not answer me either

ithaca: i try not to make a habit of contacting him you see

ithaca: it depends

ithaca: are you an isle student, an animal student, a magic student, or any combination of the three??

areli: i got hired to bodyguard him by his parents

areli: but this guy keeps not answering my calls? idk if it was a wrong number or not.

areli: but i got hired for a job and i wanna fuckin do it

ithaca: probably skulking around sneering at people, why do you ask?

ithaca: oh my god they didn't

ithaca: this is hilarious

ithaca: it was probably the right number, he's just being an ass

“yes, night is just the most beautiful time, best pictures, good for a lot of things.” castor nodded. “oh, boy, i can’t with mornings.” he raised an eyebrow.. “a schedule? early? i would rather stay up so that i can sleep in and wake up in the evening. that’s my goal schedule. but now that you aren’t home, is it more comfortable to just wander around in the dark?

“aside from the villains who have attacked, there are also internal problems. complications. obstacles. in truth, i would not recommend this school to anyone looking for a sane experience.” he was still surprised at the number of students enrolling, but maybe it was the crazy experience they were looking for. “oh, no. the big hair trend is very much alive, kept alive in one person i know. he’s harmless but he’s a little too much for me sometimes.”

§.•´¨ — @ithacawhite said: ❛❛ If I had feelings, I’d be offended. ❜❜

“Would you now? So how are you like without feelings? Do you not have a reaction for anything?” Eulalia question. Her smirk was apparent but it was all in good fun. 

“well, yeah, but …” fellie sighed, making a face at herself. she’d promised otto that she wouldn’t kill herself over willow — she’d given him her word, and yet … “well — she made a wish with the whole ursula thing and, basically, she thinks that … that i’m better than her or something? and then, at the dance, she attacked me, and i know that it wasn’t her, of course, and … and we talked about it, we did, but still, she … she never apologised, i guess? which isn’t a big deal, like, i don’t need an apology, but … but i just want things to be okay with us and — and i can’t help but worry about, like, what if she didn’t mind hurting me? which sounds ridiculous, but —” she cut herself off, letting out an exasperated breath, finally taking a moment to breathe.