Mood Board: We’re safe for the summer.

                                                                                      “You feel like my sweet escape.”

@eaxnikolaus

“niko!” selene calls, latching on quickly to the older’s arm, big grin adorning her face. somewhere in their relationship, selene had switched from the traditional mr. horowitz to simply the janitor’s first name. the two had an odd sort of relationship that could only be described as friendship, or maybe apprenticeship, but mostly, friendship.

“i haven’t seen you all weekend on this trip! where have you been?” she asks, giddy with the prospect of hearing his new stories and tales. he always did have such interesting stories, “did you go on an adventure? why didn’t you take me with you?”

@eaxalec

with the sun high in the sky and a streak of boredom hanging over her, selene is on the hunt for something that will satisfy her cravings. looking over at alec, her dear friend, a small smile grows on her lips, she is suddenly passed with the thought to make him the victim of a little dip in the ocean. as they near the rolling waves, selene casually steps even closer to said waves, as if she is nothing but innocent. 

“the ocean sure is pretty today,” she hums, casting a glance over at him before moving slightly behind him. it’s not too noticeable, and she makes sure to pretend to admire a seashell before looking back up at the other. 

“how about a dip in the water?” selene asks, mischievous smirk curling on her lips as she extended a hand and pushed alec in. 

As the class made their way up the trails and everyone seemed to be severely out of breath, Ophelia couldn’t help but be reminded once again that she was the sole immortal in the small group. As the teacher droned on about how beautiful the wildlife was, everyone’s eyes were fixated on the waterfall. It looked similar to the one where her heart was opened by someone...someone who will eventually die. Blinking slowly, she felt people dig in their pockets for their loose change but Ophelia only watched as they threw each in while whispering a wish to themselves and the magical waters. When everyone had finished and were about to leave, Ophelia pulled out her last Greek coin, and whispered to it softly. Tossing it into the gentle waters before taking one last look before catching up with the others.

it’s all in jest, as one can probably tell from the smile on his face, or by the way he’s pushing his sunglasses above his head so he can open his eyes and actually look at her. his head is resting on his arms and it’s a relatively okay day, and for a few hours he actually doesn’t have any responsibilities unless someone gets into trouble.

so he thinks: maybe i can buy ice cream for rose, too. she might want some. i hope they have french vanilla.

he’s already sitting up, hands in the pockets of his khaki pants, standing in front of this student like he’s some bully. maybe with another alias, but not right now.

“you’re lucky i’m in a good mood, kid. say please and give me your money, then maybe i’ll help you out.”

“kid?” she echoes, positively curious and in slight shock. “since when did you stop calling me princess?” 

for all intents and purposes, gwen has never been a brat. she has always been the good kid who follows whatever the adults say without any fuss and temper tantrum in sight. considering the lifestyle she lives, it’s pretty for a princess like here to be so nice but this doesn’t mean that she cannot play the princess card to her strengths once in a while-- especially towards someone she’s close to. 

❛ Tell me what it was– tell mo who he is  ❜

How cruel can Fate cheat destiny for a day to tie two forbidden threads together. The coin she throws sinks deep into the crystal clear water, glistening against the sunlight like a piece of treasure. 

And at that single throbbing moment, there’s a surge of memory rushing through her veins like no other vague memory she has felt. It stitches through as scenes flash before her eyes, and she finally understands.

She has loved her heart out, and she will love again, until nine hundred years finish her. She remains still, tears rolling against her cheeks as she stares into oblivion. Her hand starts shaking, falling down on her knees as she continues to stare, continues to savor those fragments together. 

War, famine, death-- those three words flash in different entities as tears start rolling against her cheeks. Yujin curls up on her bed, trying not to scream to prevent any ruckus shaking the cabin. But those fragments continue to hit her like a blade piercing in every pain possible. 

She pushes herself up, grimacing at how heavy her heart and mind feels right now. The fragments surge through her again, like she’s in some kind of forest as torches and people chase her down. She gets up, runs out of the cabin barefoot. She sees nothing but trees, and shouts. “Where’s that bitch, Kim Soah?” she hears a name that isn’t hers (or maybe it is) 

* & ENTRY 001 ° the fountain of dreams  —

❛ I'd sail every moon, I'd catch every star, I'd die nine hundred times... just to feel my heart beating again ❜

The fragments throb through her mind like little puzzle pieces, something that she feels are making sense but she just couldn’t point out why. Her dreams have always had an interception-- war, famine, death; everything those seven hundred year old eyes have seen. 

Maybe that’s the reason why the gods have tried their best to erase her memory every time she reborns-- she wouldn’t handle it; the gods aren’t so cruel after all. 

But as the moon wanes with it’s light so full tonight, the fragments are different, less vague-- as if the faiths are screaming for something to happen, or maybe they’re just as cruel. 

She dreams a different scarlet, something so warm and exciting at the same time. It isn’t a cry this time but a laughter-- their laughter. She feels lips on hers and she swears it’s the most exciting thing she has felt her whole life. 

Then the fragments twist and turn like channels of the television losing their signals. She wakes up with her fingers on her lips, and hours later, a coin in her hand, tossing it with her eyes close and lips apart. 

“Tell me what it was-- tell mo who he is” 

She whispers in all foolishness, wishing something she can’t even understand.