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|| OPEN || DANNY & ??? ||
I'm high so Danny's high, themselves the rules
Danny was floating in ghost form, legs in the form of a ghost tail and arms spread out like he was floating in water instead of midair. He was staring up at the sky clearly not all the way there as he zoned out. Suddenly his hand drifted up to point at the sky, finger tracing the line of a constellation as he spoke to the person he was floating by. “Cassiopeia has always reminded me of my mother...”
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Soft piano music played softly outside in the distance, the twilight hours had encroached upon Pentagram City, casting only a soft filtered glow through the King's window.
He sat upon the edge of his bed, shirt off, with his wings out and spread across the mattress.
Staring into space, thoughtless, spacing out was one thing he noticed that he started doing when there was...so much to think about.
But it felt so nice to let his wings rela like this sometimes, to let them stretch when he wasn't flying. "Mmm..."
" HEY THERE [CHAMP]! I GOT SOMETHING AT [THE START OF THE RACE] FOR YA! "
|| OPEN || Harry & ??? ||
Harry post the barrier coming down overwhelmed by the powers he has now 🙃
Song is "Fine by Kyle Hume"
“I just need to tell someone I'm not alright... Do you wonder how it'd feel? Letting somebody finally see the real you?”
"Okay, okay- Bonjour. Je m'appelles Jack. I- J'ai fait a l'ecole? Ou est... la College Francoise Dupont? Je suis americain et je ne parlez bonne francais- uh, tu parles- vous parlez l'anglais? Please, please tell me you speak english. I'm dying here."
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Sick and Tired || Akechi
Overheating, sweaty, chills, near constant shivering. Skin had paled and vision constantly swimming in an out of focus. Akechi had still managed to keep food in his stomach, but he wasn't sure how long that would last. More than once, a glance was made toward his phone on the nightstand...
But who would come?
Who would help?
Futaba?
...Akira?
He could hardly move at all, his lightheadedness was so disorienting and dizzying that if he tried, his vision would fade for a few seconds until he settled again.
Slowly and carefully, he reached for his phone.
[text: Akechi]: ...I hve a favr [Akechi]: I'm sick nd cant move... [Akechi]: ...ill pay for watr or soup or bth
location: a small gathering of people in the castle's courtyard at night open to all
finn wasn’t sweating, technically. but the back of his neck felt like it was on fire.
the summer court courtyard was glowing. lanterns that looked like they were floating in the air like lazy fireflies, music lilting gently in the background. people from all over mingling and talking. everyone looked like they belonged.
except him.
he’d been clutching the same half-finished glass of something orange and-bubbly for the past hour, attempting conversation and watching each one spiral into catastrophe. one person asked if he was a warrior. he choked. literally choked. another had complimented his jacket and he'd responded by quoting weather facts.
“i-i-it’s… l-linen” he muttered to himself now, practicing in case anyone else asked. “n-not wool. b-breathable. you know. b-because it’s summer.”
smooth. very smooth
he glanced around and spotted someone standing alone near a low wall covered in growing vines.
he took a shaky breath and approached. he walked up to them and suddenly he couldn't remember a single thing to say at all.
“h-hi. u-uhm. i l-like your… p-posture.” he blinked. fuck this was going bad. "wait. n-not in a weird way. just you’re standing v-very confidently, and i thought, ‘w-wow, that’s…th-that’s nice.’ not th-that posture matters. i mean, i guess it does, s-s-socially. s-sometimes.”
his voice trailed off. part of him wondering if he should just run now.
