wild women don't get the blues.

“the darkness grew dense. glutinous. pushing through it became an effort. like swimming underwater.”  —  arundhati roy, the god of small things

scarlett im gets a couple of quests from hades which reads no more as petty errands, so she’s gone, out of reluctant duty, to tend to those. she refers to it as her unpaid internship. she writes notes to her siblings, and pretty much leaves. i imagine she gets a big dog at some point to accompany her, maybe a rottweiler! who knows. 

adelaide croft got an unexpected phone call from her sister, prudence, who remembers her again, though the effect has not worn off on their parents, she demands answers and they have a civil conversation for the first time in their whole lives. she agrees to take some time off to stay with prudence where she lives in boston. 

ella was walking back from the library carrying a mix of lab reports and documents from the infirmary she had to drop off before she could enjoy the day. it indeed was a beautiful day out, and she wanted to make the best of it as she could. that’s what she was good at and, possibly unfortunately for everyone in her vicinity, when she was like this, she was talkative, even if she’d never met them before. lost in thought of all the things she wanted to accomplish before work, she became unaware of her surroundings. this mistake was the one that led to her miss the rock that had appeared on the sidewalk.  “ shit. ” she mumbled, feeling her knee hit the pavement. quickly the girl turned her attention to picking up the papers that had flown at her hand.  “ i swear, if any of these are ruined. ” the brunette said to herself checking the papers as she picked them up.

@scarlettseu​ / 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙮 𝙖 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙙𝙠

    “𝐒𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 go on with me? i’m not doing bumper cars, so throw that out of ringer. you have to go on at least one ride with me, or i’ll tell everyone at camp when it’s your birthday and make sure i charmspeak every single student into wishing you the best, most happiest one ever.” the brunette put on her best ‘uwu’ voice as she finished off her sentence, wrapping her arm into scarlett’s very stiff one. 

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WITH :scarlett im ( @scarlettseu​ )

LOCATION : game alley

“Think of this as a bonding activity, to build chemistry or whatever you actors do,” he says, turning as he walks to talk to Scarlett, not really caring that he’s walking backwards and could cause a commotion at any second. It really took a huge weight off his shoulders having cleared everything out with her, awkwardness is not an emotion he often encounters, so it was a relief talking to Scar as normally as possible. “Come on Scar, you can’t tell you’re not having a good time. I have an idea!” he says, his tone changing to a more cheerful one as he stops and looks around. “So you can always remember this memorable night I will win a prize for you, choose something and I won’t stop until I get it for you.”

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status: closed starter for @scarlettseu​ !   location: day idk of the carnival, in front of the carousel

a small smile rises on her lips at the sight of the familiar brunette. she can’t help but walk toward her, popcorn bag in one hand and lemonade in the other as she stops settles next to her. emerald eyes turn to scarlett, hand outstretched as she offers her some popcorn. “i feel like there’s too many options and i’m not sure where to start,” she laughs lightly, “we didn’t have these back home when i was growing up - i mean, we did obviously, but my father never really let me go. so, here i am, not really sure what ride to go on first.”

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        IT WAS HARD TO CRACK DAX, he held himself in this almost unreachable state of emotion, few got through the little spaces near the edges that lead to the heart buried deep in his chest. it was easier to piss him off, get him to snap in a fit of anger, then it was to get a genuine smile that wasn’t laced with something darker. his eyes were trained in her like that of prey, but she was more of a worthy opponent in her sharp tongued remarks, “i’ll hold you to it.” he murmured in that deep tone that rumbles in his chest, leaning back now into his chair easily, head falling to the side as he moved his attention to the laptop, “i don’t think you would, but it’s never not an option, not being prepared is where people make mistakes. faith is for idiots.” he explained before leaning forward again, long fingers moving to the keys as he raises a brow in her direction, “i have a few, i like to start with simple topics because they are easier to expand on, no need to over complicate things, right?” and his comment is laced with something underhanded, suggestive as he smirks to himself as he keeps typing in whatever notes she’d logged thus far.

What the fuck does she know? Scarlett is her closest link to Hades and the underworld and before Ava met her, her only knowledge of the god came from a Disney film, so really, what the fuck does she know? “I’m not saying he decorated your room, Scar, but as you can see his house has his vibes, just like my house has Apollo’s vibes.” Much to her chagrin because her house received too much light, not ideal for a late sleeper like her. Still, could have been worse. It could have been Hestia’s house. Ava narrows her eyes, staring at Scarlett as if she was about to expose her for being a relative of Dracula or Edward Cullen. “Maybe not vampires, but you’re not a normal demigod and I will find out who you are Scarlett Im,” she says dramatically before taking another glance at her surroundings. “I know it isn’t. I’ve been to Bran Castle and the vibe there is a lot more terrifying than here. No offense to your dad.” Nonetheless, Hades house could be the perfect setting for a Halloween party. She wonders why they don’t host it, but she decides to stop bothering Scarlett with her questions. “I’m always hungry,” she replies with a smile before nodding. “Sure, what would you like to order? Don’t say Lorenzo’s I’m sick of pasta.”

“ that one’s pretty good, ” jazmine points out at the next shade scarlett tries on. impressed at her recollection, she nods in confirmation as she looks at the next line. “ right. you could put some more confidence there. i’m not the whole drama vp, though. ” she makes eye contact with scarlett as she explains the plot, the script in her hand momentarily forgotten. “ damn. shakespeare was a messy ass bitch, ” she says, skimming the pages. “ he should’ve seen our parents. ” it’s an offhand comment, possibly more applicable to scarlett’s godly parent than her own but a standing point nonetheless. “ you think the play’s gonna be any good? ”

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“i’m usually on the roof.” he admits softly, sure that it wasn’t a secret. he’d always been more active at night, finding energy in the darkness and solitude and the ability to move around campus freely. it was easier to exist when there weren’t as many people out and he didn’t have to see their deaths play out in front of his eyes. “but you can’t always see meteor showers in the sky, so projections work.” the quiet whirring of the projector as it plays the show rory knows by heart is the only sound aside from them eating for a second or two, thinking over his answer. he almost brushed off her concern with a simple, i’m fine, one he’d repeat to everyone for the rest of his days, but the second he opens his mouth to answer, she tacks on the stipulation of honestly and he closes it again. “shitty. but i’ve been worse, so it’s whatever.” it’s as honest of an answer as he’s willing to give.

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the two of them could not be more different from each other and june’s still trying to figure out why that fact hasn’t deterred her from coming back every time. maybe it’s the perfect illusion that she’s opening up to somebody, when she’s really just as closed off to scarlett as she was when they first met. “i mean, what if they feel sorry for her instead of loving her?? did you ever hear the story that, like, she was constantly pursuing the sun??” it’s more of a lighthearted statement than anything, her sighing for a second before scarlett’s up again. she finds her sweater on the floor, pulling on her shoes on as she hops to the other. nodding, she’s only slightly beaming as she grabs her bag next to the door. “okay, okay, that’s fair. although, i will say, karaoke is fun if you’re drunk enough.”

Conversations with Scarlett always kept him on his toes, they were as unpredictable as amusing and sometimes unnerving. Even before NYE, Iker made sure to tread lightly around her. This is why in spite of her comment, he feels relieved when he recognizes a semblance of a smirk arising from her face. It’s not a common sight but it gives him enough confidence to believe that they can move past the NYE events. “Can we agree that we both have been acting weird around each other?” He’s unsure if Scarlett will accept such compromise, but as much as he’s been avoiding her, he also doesn’t recall much effort from her to make things less awkward. Not like he was expecting her to do anything, in all honesty. “I’m not really sure how we should proceed, I mean do you want to talk about what happened or should we just pretend it never happened?” he asks as he starts following her lead. Of course, it was easier to ignore the elephant in the room —although in this case, it felt like a freaking skyscraper— but if talking about it would make being in the play with her easier then he would do it. “I owe you one. This sounds like you are scamming me, but sure, I guess today is my treat. Tomorrow though, it could be yours.”

                       her words become no more than a lullaby; soft and soothing, but sang in a language unknown. it is impossible for him to concentrate on their meaning, her touches demanding all his attention. this nurturing side of scarlett is one that sage is no stranger to, though never has it left him breathless as it does now. it’d be easy to blame all on the alcohol coursing through his veins. it’d also be a lie to claim it to be the sole culprit of his current intoxication. 

“ what are you thinking of? ” it is a question unrelated to the one she had posed just ahead of him, his words no more than a ( slightly slurred ) whisper. there is no telling what is on her mind. not even to sage, who had fully allowed himself to get hypnotized by her eyes for the past few minutes. he’s unaware of the way his fingers continue to curl around the strands of hair he had previously tucked away; absentmindedly, with only a soft waft of fresh shampoo reaching his nostrils every so often. on the outside, sage seems more at ease than he has done in a long time. there’s a sweet smile painted on his lips and a serene look in his eyes that shows no signs of anxiety whatsoever. but underneath the surface, he is still a mess — though it is a different kind than what he is used to. this kind is burning hot and confusing rather than nerve-racking. it clouds his mind, leaving no room for unwarranted doubts or concerns, or any thoughts at all. before long, he can feel his eyelids slowly falling shut.

her smile is the last thing sage remembers, but he does not need his vision to memorize it. he can feel it clear against his own lips; warm and sweet, enough to ignite the fire inside of him even further. his body moves without guidance, gentle hands soon cupping her face — even in this state, careful enough not to hurt her.

         the question catches her off guard, perhaps a part of her afraid he could see right through her, as he always seems to do. that something on her face was giving something away. she didn’t quite realize she even had anything to give away. “nothing,” she says, an almost automatic rebuff to the question, but her facade further softens. a sigh into a small smile. “i don’t know. i guess that-- i had a good night. it was a good night.” and she couldn’t remember the last time she had one of those. at least not one that didn’t go wayside at some point. they’re sat there, falling quiet once again, and scarlett can’t help but be aware in some corner of her mind that they’re close, and though that is not a new thing for either of them, this time feels different. it sits in the back of her mind as she remains focused, if not a little wobbly, on the task as hand. something she’ll tell herself she can chalk up to their mutual inebriation until it happens. 

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“if  you  ask  the  wine  moms  who  vlog,  then  it  very  much  is.  but  they  also  don’t  make  a  dress  code  for  these  events  besides  don’t  show  up  in  your  pajamas.”  talia’s  hand  runs  gently  over  the  fabric,  doing  her  best  to  imagine  what’s  in  her  closet  to  match  the  style  of  it.  “you  might  get  weird  looks,  but  i  hardly  care  if  you  don’t.  they  all  probably  think  we’re  dating,  anyways.”  she  shrugs,  holding  out  her  hand  in  case  scarlett’s  ready  to  start  the  pile.  “we  could  always  order  something  from  off  -  campus  to  complete  the  look,  if  you  have  an  idea  in  mind.”

with: @scarlettseu​ location: wherever the drama club meets

“ ah, there hides the fresh princess of denmark. ” aylin jokes, as she walks into the room. it’s not like she had expected anything different from scar, since they had both been spending a considerable amount of time right here recently. the preperations for hamlet was heating up as time seemed to constantly attempt to flee their grasp. “ i hope you saw my messages, i brought you a cup of coffee anyway. i had the feeling there was no way i was going to stay awake for long enough to get anything done otherwise. ” walking up to the stage, where her co-president is already seated, she then hands scar one of the cups. “ black coffee, as always. ” the fact that aylin’s cups holds a cappucino with two pumps of vanilla is in some way a very fitting commentary on their differences. putting her own cup on the edge of the stage, she then climbs up there as well. “ alright, what do we do first: running or lines or scheduling weekend rehearsals? ” 

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SCAR’S UNIMPRESSED RESPONSE LEAVES VI UNSATISFIED , it wasn’t the reaction she was hoping to get from the other, although it does prove to open a different window of opportunity. if she can’t flatter her, maybe she can annoy her? childish behavior being something virginia all too easily indulges in. an innate need for chaos running through her veins, needing some type of amusement to  keep her distracted or entertained at the expense of others. the honey in her voice suddenly fades as the genuine smile purses into a mischievous smirk. “clearly — some do really need to put in all the hard work. it can’t come naturally to all.“ why virginia is flaunting a power she that makes her feel so desperately insecure is beyond her. the opportunity of annoying scarlett proving to be too great of a chance to pass up. “yeah, must be exhausting.”  she purses her lips together into a tight smile as hazel eyes focus on scarlett before a light chuckle leaves her lips, “you think so? you know, you may right with the learning part but you should see the places a little ass kissing can get you.” her experience being that sucking up to the right people often resulted in her getting what she wanted. shifting her weight to her right foot as her hip pops out, she places a hand on her waist. “right. i mean, i was referring to the production as a whole as magical. your performance, however - well, we’d be further down the scenes if it weren’t for you putting in such hard work.” 

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