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𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒, 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐒 tried to stick to her routine as close as allowed & possible. it brings a sense of control, it brings a sense of normalcy when everything else around her is not normal nor in control. rhaenyra has taken back her throne, she has begun the process of fully instating herself & helaena, a bit selfishly, has never been happier for anything else--it takes the weight off of her, it removes a title from her name that the young woman had never wished for. ( in truth she may have one of the only sibling to think different from everyone else. she knew from the beginning, from what her father had set, that it belonged to rhaenyra. yet, what power did she have ? she was second born of her mothers children, she was not the favorite. ) feet halt in their spot when eyes set on baela, fingers clutching her journal a little tighter. head tilts to the side slight as a soft smile spreads onto lips & into her eyes: ❛ baela, ❜ the name is spoken warmer than the other might have expected. ❛ it is nice to see you again. how are you ? ❜

this is all they had fought for. all they suffered for. rhaenyra on the throne, as was her birthright, and the family back in king's landing. yet, never has baela felt so lonely. exiled from the queen's heart. her own father avoiding her eye. blame being laid at her feet for a fate she never could have foreseen. if she could give her life to bring his back, she thinks that she would. perhaps then she would have been hailed a martyr. perhaps they would all have thought of her fondly. most importantly, jace would still one day be king. a click of the trigger releases her arrow, which embeds itself in the nearest tree just above her makeshift target. a frustrated groan passes her lips. her aim has been off ever since -

another voice cuts through her thoughts. baela turns, her stoic features softening when her gaze lands on helaena. perhaps the only green she has ever actually liked. for the first time since arriving in king's landing baela's lips turn up into a smile. a small one, barely even present on her lips. ❝ hello. ❞ she can't quite remember how long it's been since they saw each other. can't remember that last interaction before the dance of dragons started. how are you? a question no one else has asked, and one she doesn't quite want to answer. ❝ i'm surprised to see you out and about. i would have thought that rhaenyra would have you confined to your chambers. ❞ she props her bow against the trunk of the tree. a symbolic gesture, more than anything, to show that she means helaena no harm. ❝ i suppose it must be strange to no longer be queen. ❞

mary jane is a myriad of emotions. a girl exuding confidence, who knows how good she likes, who's full of insecurities deep inside. already doubt and anxieties dig at her mind. you're not good enough. you'll never be cast again. they'll take one look at you and laugh. so she does what she always does - paints on a smile. forcing her lips to curl wider so no one will guess at everything that lies underneath. not even peter. she has a reputation to uphold, after all.

❝ can't blame a girl for wanting to make sure everyone knows who you're there with. ❞ swift fingers are already working the knot of his current tie, one she's seen on many occasion, loose. they both deserve something nice, she'd decided, to make the occasion. something to look back at in years to come and fondly remember the first premier. the start of her big break. so she hopes. but then he moves, and so her hands fall to the side, and he's searching through his bag - ❝ petey - ❞ a nickname usually teased, now dripping in tenderness. spoken in a breathy tone that was almost a whisper. it's rare for mary jane to be rendered speechless. she always has a witty remark or jest to impart. yet, looking down at the bracelet, peter's managed it. a silence that betrays every tick of the clock hangs over them as she carefully pulls the jewellery from the box, gently teasing the metal onto her wrist. ❝ oh. ❞ no one has ever believed in her like this. not her parents, not her sister, not even aunt anna - though she might be the closest behind him. ❝ it's beautiful. thank you. ❞ he's rewarded with a second kiss to the cheek, this one lingering a few seconds longer. somewhere on the street a car horn sounds, a driver waiting to escort mary jane to her destiny. instinctively her hand takes his. her heart starting to race. ❝ i guess that's our cue, tiger. ❞

outside the world seems calm. the sky a brilliant blue, the waves barely breaking over the rocks beyond the castle. a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside. the grief, anger, and injustice swirling into an overwhelming vortex. one that she's had to battle to control. one that must be pushed down and down until it becomes nothing but a darkened cloud on the horizon. eyes close for a moment, allowing the gentle breeze that rolls in from the open window to dance across her face. it's cool where tears have recently dried. it reminds her that all this, the black cloth that feels too heavy on her body, is real. that the wild and stormy night, one that had caused the very ground itself to shudder, where she taken to a dimly lit room so a crown could be placed upon her head was not a bad dream. all hail the queen. the words still echo in her mind. the image of her parents court kneeling before her still burned into her eyelids. it's too soon! she had wanted to scream and cry. i'm not ready! the universe did not care.

gloved hands desperately wipe away the tears that dare to fall again. how can she be presented in such a state? a queen must be compassionate, but she must also be strong. she must be the strength for the island to lean on. she cannot allow the cracks in her foundation to spread. and so, as the door to the chambers squeaks open, her back straightens and her hands clasp together. her posture mirroring that she had often seem of her mother. her sister's voice almost ruins it all. the nickname, one only her family are allowed to use and now delphine is the only one left, almost sending her crumbling. this time cassiopeia catches herself. with a steeling breath she turns. it's her sister she must stay strong for most of all. ❝ don't worry about me, jellyfish. ❞ an echo of the past. her mother's voice introducing cassia to her new little sister. delphine means dolphin in some cultures, her father had told her. well, she looks more like a jellyfish, retorted the young princess. the nickname had stuck. soft footsteps, breaking the silence with the click clacking of her heels, allow her to meet her sister in the middle of the room. hands reach to wipe away tears and tuck back strands of hair. there's too much worry in the lines of her young face. too much of her own loss and grief reflecting back at her. instinctively cassia pulls delphie closer, wrapping her arms tightly around her sister. ❝ it's all going to be okay. ❞ with a kiss to the top of her head delphie is released. when cassiopeia steps back she is queen once again, her hands brushing at slight creases in her skirt. ❝ perhaps it's time to show my face. i have kept them all waiting rather long, haven't i? ❞

elle had long mastered the art of schmoozing. nodding along at her tour guide's words, letting out interested hums when he drops a fact that she's, frankly, clueless about. sports were never quite her forte. never quite understood the rules, despite having often cheered on the side-lines in a cute outfit and waving pom poms. but this team are an important client of her firms, and elle's determined to make a good impression. after all, this could lead to her name one day being above the door.

they're somewhere near the training centre, she thinks, judging from her map and the amount of players passing by. some giving her confused glances, others appreciative up and down glance, some barely noticing her existence. only one approaches her. ❝ well, i was recently featured in an article highlighting havard's most up and coming alumni - ❞ but something tells her that's not quite the answer. head tilts, causing blonde curls to bounce, as she tries to place his face. it's familiar, if a little older. ❝ oh, my god - ❞ perfectly manicured fingers shuffle the papers in her arms until she finds the one with all the players names. there he is. ❝ andy king. ❞ her smile grows, the corners of her eyes starting to crease. ❝ it's elle. elle woods . . from ucla. wow - ❞ how he had grown. ❝ what a blast from the past! ❞

from  the  musical .   part  one .  nsfw  &  blood  /  violence  references   present . 

OMIGOD YOU GUYS .

“ he’s a lucky guy . ” “ i’m gonna cry ,  i got tears comin’ out of my nose ! ” “ you’re  a  perfect  match . ” “ of  course  he  will  propose ! ” “ ohmigod  this  is  happening ! ” “ don’t  forget  to  smile . ” “ guys i’m  serious ! ” “ not once ever  has  he  hit  on  me . ” “ they’re  like  that  couple  from  titanic ,  only  no  one  dies . ” “ no  one  should  be  left  alone  to  dress  and  to  accessorize . ” “ this  dress  needs  to  seal  the  deal ,  make  a  grown  man  kneel . ” “ can’t  look  deseperate . ” “ all  this  week  i’ve  had  butterflies . ” “ love  is  like  forever ,  this  is  no  time  to  economize . ” “ i  may  be  in  love ,  but  i’m  not  stupid . ” “ see  dreams  really  do  come  true . ”

SERIOUS .

“ we  both  know  why  we’re  here . ” “ i  guess  it  calms  my  fear . ” “ let’s  take  some  action ,  baby . ” “ give  me  your  hand . ” “ i’ve  got  some  dreams  to  make  true .”  “ here’s  where  our  lives  begin . ” “ just  where  do  you  fit  in ? ” “ you  want  the  moon  and  sky ,  then  take  it . ” “ you  and  i  should  break  up . ” “ what ?  you’re  breaking  up  with  me ? ” “ i  thought  you  were  proposing . ” “ baby ,  let’s  both  be  strong . ” “ but  i  am  seriously  in  love  with  you . ” 

WHAT  YOU  WANT .

“ i  have  a  completely  brilliant  plan . ” “ what  you  want  is  me ,   you  just  need  to  see  me  in  a  brand  new  domain . ” “ i’ll  meet  you there  at  harvard  with  a  book  in  my  hand . ” “ big  sturdy  book ,  big  wordy  book ,  full  of  words  i’ll  understand . ” “ what  you  want  is  right  in  front  of  you . ” “ step  one ,   he’s  off  to  harvard  law ,  so  i’ll  get  in  there  too . ” “ that’s  great ,  nice  plan .  now  can  we  think  this  through ? ” “ what  makes  you  think  you  can  do  this ? ” “ love .  i’m  doing  this  for  love . ” “ love  will see  me  through . ” “ yes ,  with  love  on  my  side ,  i  can’t  lose . ” “ do  lawyers  feel  love  too ? ” “ what  you  want ,  sweetheart ,  is  no  easy  thing . ” “ no  more  parties  for  you . ” “ you’ll  need  a  killer  essay ,  or  do  not  even  hope . ” “ any  chance  you  know  the  pope ? ” “ you’ve  got  a  lot  of  work  in  front  of  you . ” “ good  god ,  why ?  law  school  is  for  boring ,  ugly ,  serious  people .  and  you ,  button ,  are  none  of  those  things . ” “ what  you  want’s  absurd  and  costs  a  whole  lot  of  swag . ” “ tell  me  what’s  out  there  that  you  can’t  get  right  here ? ” “ i  can’t  just  walk  away . ” “ i  said  no ,  go  away ! ” “ right  here  is  where  i’ll stay . ”

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her script, highlighted in pinks and greens and yellows, falls to the floor with a thud. completely forgotten in the face of a broken and bruised spider-man climbing through the window. mary jane watches in wide eyed horror as he collapses onto the sofa. it's nothing new. not the first time he's appeared at her door looking worse for wear. it doesn't make it any easier. ❝ what happened? ❞ there's a pained softness to her voice. she kneels beside his crumpled form, running a hand down the side of his face. the dirt, grim, and, she thinks . . blood passing onto her skin. ❝ what do you need? ❞

to stand before a mirror and claw open his chest, removing all the damaged pieces of him, is one of his ruminated wishes⸻would make being in her presence a hell of a lot easier   &   a lot less embarrassing. it was overwhelming existing in separate halves in front of those who knew him prior. there was a part of him put together, all quiet glances   &   a slick mouth feigning normalcy, a tongue slick against white teeth, rounded cheeks rise and tinted pink. it's when he looks healthy   &   put together, like he belongs as her pair, a man worthy of her time.    &    then there's the other, doomed   &   curling in on himself, sick with bitter remorse, pale   &   with eyes rimmed in dark circles. jason could feel tingles crawl up from his wrist   &   into his forearm the second her touch hits his and his senses heighten; her scent close ( lavender, maybe, but he's uncertain   &   over - consumed to decipher otherwise ), her fingers gentle, daphne's voice carrying him through an uncomfortable place when his heart threatened to pop   &   make a mess against his lungs. he has to calm down before it travels through his throat   &   onto her shoes.

❛❛        daphne,      ❜❜ it nearly escapes as a naive whine, a desperate plea to make her see his side of things. what hides deep is the insecurity, a fifteen year old's fear of being a nuisance and, once again, becoming abandoned rubbish on the streets. next to slick - wet garbage pins   &   plague rats. it doesn't matter how much older he is now, that he's able to handle himself in the city, easily gain funds   &   put a roof over his head despite it all, being left lonely was too much of a fear. his grip is loose but he doesn't pull away, it's clear he doesn't want to. ❛❛        y'ever... like...      ❜❜ silence carries, but only for a few seconds. he really doesn't have to talk about this. any of it.         ❛❛        ⸻ i hear metal, an' i know this is stupid 'cause i work with it, but i hear the sound of ( without realizing his opposite hand moves. jason's lost in thought, figuring out the perfect set of words to make his case ) if it scrapes the wrong way .ᐣ against the floor or some shit .ᐣ god. i hate it. makes me feel like i can't fuckin' breathe.      ❜❜

daphne's heart breaks tenfold. over and over again like a record stuck on repeat. a kind-hearted girl, one who longs to see the best in people despite all the bad she's seen, left angry at the world for all it had made him suffer. at universe for the fate that had been laid out before him. none of it was fair. none of it was just. but daphne that long come to terms with the fact that nothing in life is fair. it isn't fair that the few, including her parents, hoard wealth while others suffer with little. it isn't fair that some lives are cut undeservingly short, while others reign terror for far too long.

❝ i'm here. ❞ voice is soft, tenderness dripping from every vowel and consonant. her body shifts closer to jason, her hand never daring to let go of his. she feels his grip loosen, but that only causes her to hold on tighter. she itches to bring the back of his hand up to her lips. to place a gentle kiss against the rough skin. she quells the urge, burying it down temporarily, as she doesn't want to spook him. to push him beyond the boundaries of what is comfortable. she only wants to be there for him.

head nods, and then shakes. a hand leaves the hold on his, gently resting against his chest instead. it rises and falls with the movement of his breathing. proof that he's alive. that, despite how he might feel, he is okay. ❝ there's nothing stupid about that. ❞ she understands. or, at least, understands as much as someone who has not lived through all he has can. they all have fears. sounds that set hairs on edge. fingers on a chalkboard, the squealing of tires, the reverberating of metal. ❝ it just means you're human. ❞ alive. ❝ we've all got something that scares us. that can paralyses us. even batman isn't fearless. there's nothing wrong with that. ❞

awestruck gaze looks out towards the city. it shines with the promise of a new era. of peace, and prosperity, and harmony. a place where all benders, and non-benders, alike can live side by side. it's here where she will set up the first base for the kyoshi warriors away from their island. here they will offer their protection, and train new warriors to join their ranks. all in honour of the avatar. all under the spirit of kyoshi. but suki's getting ahead of herself. there's still so much work to do.

❝ well, i really can't say no to the avatar, can i? ❞ words are punctured by a laugh, joyful lines appearing at the corner of her mouth. it's with expert ease that she jumps from the earth on to appa's fur, giving the sky bison a pat above his ears before moving upwards to the saddle. perhaps not quite as graceful as aang taking flight, but with the poise of someone who's completed such a feat many times before. ❝ alright then, show me the city. ❞ she settles into the saddle, waving down at sokka and katara as they see them off on their sightseeing tour. ❝ what is it you always say? oh yeah - yip yip! ❞