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𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦, watching with a mix of trepidation and curiosity bloomed within her. Milo wasn't exactly wrong, per say. It was more that here, in the ruins of a lost civilization, a mistake could be costly to them both. " You and I both know there can be things more than beyond our understanding at play, " While she knew his experiences were more attached to history and mythology being realised, and hers far too fantastical and without logic to share beyond her own vague references, it didn't stop Wendy from never crossing the same magic of that island out as an option. After all, if Neverland could reach her at home, what else could be there ? " I just mean, we should be careful before deciding our next move... "

❛  if i try, i fail. if i don't try, i'm never going to get it.  ❜ : @anunkindncss

𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃, 𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆? The question ran through her mind as the man before was cleaning off the blonde that was on her neck, 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒 never made eye contact with him after she was found in the old cathedral. Her clothes were stained, as well as the ends of her blonde hair that fell at her waistline. However, in this moment, she didn't care. All she wanted to do was to go home and curl into bed and forget this day ever existed. She should have never agreed to meet 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍 after she was done working, but she wanted to see him, and she did. But he wasn't the man she thought she knew. 

There was a reason why she never fell in love, why she avoided it like it was the plague. She had seen what love could get you. From years of observing and watching, Victoria knew that it would always end in pain and sorrow. She just didn't think it would result in her death. Glancing down at her hands, she was trembling, and there were bruises on her wrists from where she was held by one masked man and Levi Han. Her vision was becoming cloudy as she blinked away the tears and tightened her fists into balls. Nails are leaving crescent-shaped indents on her palms. Breathing in and exhaling softly, Victoria knew something in her had changed. Despite being dead, her body felt like a million fireworks bursting in her body, a sense of power that she had never felt before. However, the emotions that were swirling at her core made her feel unstable. ❛ is this how Rosalie feels on a daily? ❜ The thought echoed in her mind as she slowly began to open her fists in a slow contraction to see if she was still shaking, and she was. 

Sniffling, she finally decided to speak. ❝ Do you have a tissue? I think my nose is running. ❞ Victoria mumbled; she always mumbled her words when she spoke, but in this instance, her throat hurt from all the screaming and cries she gave until she could no longer put up a fight. Her cheeks were stained with her tears, and her head was throbbing. 

❝ Do you also have a glass of water that I can have? ❞ A pause. ❝ If it's not too much trouble. ❞

She didn't know the man who found her, or why he was cleaning her up. Maybe he felt bad? Or maybe he just didn't know what to do with a resurrected witch. As far as the damn cult was concerned, she was dead. But now? She was a living dead girl, odd enough that thought alone reminded her of her 𝐑𝐨𝐛 𝐙𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞 vinyl she had in her apartment. It was a record she liked to listen to while studying, but now she was the title. 

[ NAP ]: sender and receiver nap together, completely wrapped around each other. / @anunkindncss

a blissful sigh passed the beauty's lips as she snuggled in closer to the warm body beside her, her legs intertwined with his and her arms wrapped around his torso. in truth, aurora hadn't meant to fall asleep when she settled in on the couch beside berlioz to watch a movie — some indie film that truthfully, the heiress had not been paying attention to. it had been a long morning and she, having barely slept the night before, was exhausted.

she began to stir from their sleep, however — and she wasn't ready. a fussy groan came from the blonde as she rubbed her face against his chest, her arms tightening around him. there was a thought, in the back of her semiunconscious mind, that berlioz would be less then thrilled about the position they were in — but the thought was gone as quickly as it came and aurora simply sighed and began to drift back off to sleep, tightly pressed against him.

@anunkindncss send a raven : a tentative, exploratory kiss between friends . - From Max || inbox.

she teases him often about his fatal mistake - even the daughter of hades knows better than to meddle with a ouija board. elizabeth can see the toll the possession by the demon is having upon max's soul - fragile like an autumn leaves upon the ground - ready to crumble at the slightest touch. the violence the demon inflicted weighs heavier upon his soul tonight than any other times she's been around him. with a tender hand on his face - she brings him close. she doesn't fear him - or death as death has held her within his embrace multiple times.

"deep breath, max. it relaxes the brain." she whispers, her lips hovering tantalizingly to his. once a breath is taken does she speak again, "good. focus on me - you must remember it's your body - not his. focus on this." her lips brush over his - lingering for a moment before fully capturing his in a gentle, grounding kiss.

Send 🫴 to place a hand beneath my muse's chin and tilt their head to look at yours. from @anunkindncss / peter

growing up, ballet had been a way for her social worker to ensure she had any kind of consistency. a hobby that was well intentioned: to get forever silent child out of her shell, to make her foster families do just one thing truly for her benefit. not that she can blame the muscle memory of such repeated movements for the way she still dances around talking about issues, at how she can't quite let anyone focus on her too long. 

Saskia had it all planned out; pack up her shit, take her car, skip town and don't come back for at least 5 years. Unfortunately, her car decided to give up on the world the day she decided to do it.

Instead of getting mad and probably break her car even more while attempting to fix it, she stole her neighbour's bike and rode through the streets towards Nick's garage; mentally praying he'd be there to help her out.

"Nick?!" She yelled out as she dumped the bike on the side walk and raced inside, desperate to find him. "Please for the love of all that's holy, please be here."

"I had it under control." Had she, though? Alita was in the car and while she did have a gun on her, she had been caught off guard for the first time in a while. Usually she was more alert, more careful than that, but she had only run back inside to grab her jacket. A quick jaunt, nothing more, so she'd hardly expected anyone to come at her in the dark. The way her head had bounced off the pavement left everything spinning. If she hadn't already been in a bad mood, now she was certainly in a worse one...

"So maybe ask next time before you go rushing to save the girl you're stalking, hm?" She spits blood onto the pavement, then turns on her heel. If he tried to follow her, she knew what to do. She wouldn't be caught off guard this time. Besides, he wasn't nearly as large as that other motherfucker.

Despite the darkness brewing on the horizon, life went on, reality setting in as students once confined to the comforting security of stone walls, Hogwarts impenetrable, tried navigating their way through. There, they could still live their lives as they all wanted, be free to learn and explore. To love.

Unfortunately, the latter wasn’t as free, deeply rooted prejudice inherited from past generations wound itself into their society. Changed, somewhat, but a firm undividing line. Alice cursed such things. She wanted to love who she wanted, and them to love her back with just as much passion. Alice hadn’t meant for her heart to choose Evan Rosier. Admiring him from a distance had been harmless, never in her wildest dreams and oh how she dreamed would he even return her feelings. But then… close proximity and they’d crashed and burned together. Sought one another in secret, the Rosier family one of those very set in their ways. Doomed from the start, and Alice felt the need to nip it in the bud before she got hurt, words that’d left her lips in a hasty explanation of embarrassment and sorrow before she could stop them. A confession. A declaration of love.

‘Do you think you’re the only one capable of getting hurt?’

His words stilled her tongue, turning it to lead. For what feels like forever Alice didn’t know what to say, swallowing thickly as she’s rendered to staring up at Evan in silence. The air between them shifts to heavy, charged, carrying the burden of all of her wants and needs and how they simply don’t blend with the rift between their worlds. Is he insinuating he’ll get hurt too? Over her, a pathetic little blood traitor that sympathizes with muggles and muggle borns? That would rather protect her best friend than simply stand aside and let a pureblood hurt her one day? Just because she was born differently?

No, Alice wasn’t implying that pureblood would one day be Evan… but with how violent things had become of late, Alice could imagine they might be standing on opposite sides, wands drawn. His family forcing them to be opponents. “Yes. Because you're you, Evan. And I'm me. I might’ve been some… an act of rebellion for you back in Hogwarts. Perhaps even now but… you’ve got those selected for you to choose from. Say the word and so long as she’s a name basically of royal caliber, she can be yours.” Fortescue. Hardly reached the name equivalence of his. “You’ll forget me someday. It’s better this way.” Before she got too deep. Besides, feelings don’t truly matter in the grand scheme of things. Not when people had started disappearing. “It’s safest this way.” Barely a whisper.

@anunkindncss sent: “do  you  think  you're  the  only  one  capable  of  getting  hurt?” (Evan to Alice)