#amreality

          HAZEL KNOWS SAM FROM AROUND SCHOOL.  she doesn't think she's ever spoken to her, though. it's not in a way where either of them seemed to personally avoid the other, their circles just didn't mix. that is until miguel diaz moved to town. miguel becoming friends with eli and demetri made him friends with hazel, who wasn't always with them but spent a good amount of her lunches at their table. then miguel started dating sam, got into a fight in the cafeteria, made a huge number of students sign up for cobra kai, and kicked off what hazel refers to in her mind as the great karate war. it's not a particularly creative name for it, but it gets the job done. she has no idea how bad it's going to get.

"so this... do you know what this is?" shawky speaks in a hushed tone to be respectful of the darkened space, but the buoyancy of his excitement still bubbles through each word. since the object in question is displayed in a glass case on a platform, shawky guides the sixteen year old to stand directly in front of it and peer through the glass. he even drops to a crouch beside her, if only to try and view the same artifact through her eyes. what he wouldn't give to be a kid again, experiencing that wonder, that confusion, that awe. madeline stares into the black painted eyes of an ancient mask, and shawky stares with her. "this is called a funerary mask." shawky makes a point not to talk down to her, instead speaking to young madeline like a teacher would talk to a student. curious, helpful, patient. around them, other guests of the museum wander from display to display in the shadowed dark of the egyptian wing, the air nearly silent save for soft conversations between pairs and groups of friends. "the ancient egyptians would design these to look like the deceased to help them in their journey to the afterlife."

from guillermo, this is so funny

{ @amreality ;;

but what if they go out to see the horses? what if he teaches him how to ride a horse? what if he teaches him all he knows about horses? what if they got a horse.

andromeda stands ankle deep in the icy, salty beach sand; white curls whipping around with the salt breeze. the others are cleaning up, removing those who had foolishly given their lives for a blind devotion to a thing that discarded them the moment they became useless.

a foot in front of the other. and she stands, shoulder to shoulder with flayn in front of the monument- a marker that would one day be swallowed up and erased by saltwater. andromeda carries herself with a quiet, solemn air in the whipping wind; at a glance it would seem that the familial namesake seemed to have returned to the land of the living.

briefly, andromeda's mind drifts to her mother. she can't help wonder if her mother's spirit is restless- buried far from her siblings, and her land of birth. andromeda and her father spent many hours at her mother's gravesite- she wondered if it caused worry to flayn's mother that they were so far apart.

baroness aina von glaes couldn't be interred in the glaes family mausoleum; on order of the church- so the baroness rested amongst the many blooming roses of the estate; at her favorite spot, under a tree she had brought and planted from her homeland. it was a far more fitting place for aina nakamura-glaes, than a granite and stained glass tomb that andromeda would probably, hopefully, only enter twice more while alive.

"your and s-sir seteth's mother is b-buried nearby, r-right?" andromeda turns to look at flayn. "i h-heard you get u-upset during th-the battle," she jerks her thumb over her shoulder at the mess behind them. "about them d-disturbing her r-rest. sh-shall we g-go and check o-on on her g-grave together?"

💕 — single or taken?

married!

❤️ — what are some of your best qualities?

you did this on purpose to make me be nice to myself didn't you. i like to think that i'm considerate and loyal. i try to be, at least. and i'm creative, even if i can't always apply it as effectively as i'd like to.

💔 — what are some of your worst qualities?

let's not dwell on how much easier this one is. i'm lazy, indecisive, cowardly, and prone to self-deprecation.

💘 — what and/or who do you consider near and dear to you?

my family, my friends, my cats.

💖 — what was one of the greatest/happiest moments you’ve had in the rpc?

oh, this is easy: having made such wonderful now-irl friends through the rpc, who have become my chosen family - like you. my life is better because you guys are in it, and the sooner i get to actually give y'all a cuddle (again in some cases, and finally in others!) the better.

🖤 — what was one of the worst/most depressing moments you’ve had in the rpc?

actually, one of the reasons why what i spoke about in the last answer is so precious to me is because of the answer i'm gonna give to this question. over a decade ago, now, i had a small group of rpc friends who became irl friends because we actually lived near one another, and it quickly became one of the most toxic, horrible friendship groups i've ever had the misfortune of being in. but if it wasn't for that i wouldn't have branched out into the corner of the rpc that led me to you and the others, so while it was awful at the time it definitely worked out for the best!

Slevin was a lot of things, sure, but he couldn't possibly understand the things Lee hated. He may have been one or two, but never all. Not even most of them. Maybe a part of her just didn't want to give him that much credit. Maybe another part simply knew better. She watches Slevin with her same, usual hard-to-tell vacancy, knowing he can see right through it and into the warmth that lay hidden.

       ❝ Sorry, Slevin, ❞   Lee mutters.   ❝ Not getting rid of me that easy... ❞