Moira hurried down the hallway, books clutched to her chest and eyes looking down. Most of the students and staff had settled back into their usual routine, as if David hadn’t led an army of mutants against their school. And she didn’t blame him, not by a long shot. Whispers flooded the school of a Shadow King and how a bunch of students had saved him. The logistics escaped her but the general idea was clear; the threat had passed and they were safe. She couldn’t accept that - not when it came to herself. 

That mutant had slipped inside her mind like it was nothing, had twisted her emotions into a a ball of anger and fear and frustration and when they’d escaped, when their first fight was over, Aliya had believed everything that had happened. She could feel her hands tighten and crumple the edges of her sketchbook as she saw the fear and panic on Aliya’s face before she took off down the hall.

It was the same look her family wore anytime she’d lost control of her powers. If the person she considered her closest friend here believed she could turn that easily then what was the point? Her eyes were burning and she knew if she didn’t get somewhere soon, the whole school was going to see her break down. Ducking into a room, Moira prayed it would be empty. 

A screeching noise reached her ears as a chair was moved against the linoleum and she flinched. “I’m sorry I didn’t think there would be anyone in here. I’ll - I’ll leave now. Sorry...sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’m so sorry.” 

Poppy slammed her fist into the cracked leather of the punch bag. She’d been at the gym for hours, blowing off steam. In fact, most of her time since the Clan Akkaba attack had been spent exactly like this, rep after rep, and her days were deja-vued. She went in for another jab, each one harder than the last. The terrified faces of her peers were flashing before her eyes. She could see herself, too, in out-of-body fashion, looming over a clan member’s mangled corpse with savage triumph. That wasn’t me, she thought, That was a monster. Somebody else. But how could she ever make anyone understand? 

[sms –> Jae] YAH! You really worried me [sms –> Jae] I thought something serious happened! [sms –> Jae] Don’t you dare go anywhere i’m coming over to teach you a lesson!!

Molly is  classic bottler. She shoves things back until she can’t anymore and then she just explodes. She gets sad, she gets mad. She feels low and she trains until she literally drops. Sometimes she even just screams to get it out.

DAYLIGHT POORS IN THROUGH THE WINDOWPANE. For the past few days Adalinda has found themself to be gravitating towards it more increasingly. In Holland the radiance of the sun was typically hard to come across. The thinnest ray of sunlight that broke through the thick clouds above were like testimates of UNIVERSAL DISCREPANCIES. While her skin does have a certain sensitivity towards ultraviolet light, something within her sings when it's rays graze across her skin. TRANQUILITY / PLACIDITY. Following the recent attacks on the school, the auras around the school were causing the balance between her powers to fluctuate slightly and Adalinda still found themself tied into their newly rhythmic lifestyle. Between the chapters worth of readings, power building combat classes and calculated friendships, it wasn't all that different from life at the castle. The only part of it they didn't hate yet would have had to be the reading. They're sitting out on the school's grassy lawn beneath the sun turning a page of an assigned book when they spot a familiar face standing near them and decide to take a break for a while. ❝ I'm finally free ! ❞ She cheers out joyfully in regards to her now sling-free arm. ❝ So how long do you think it'll take me before I cut off one of Professor Wilson's arms ? ❞

aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed