Jan 24, 2024
@folkorae liked for a starter: annabeth
"So if you've never seen a movie, does that mean you don't know about The Lonely Goatherd?"
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@folkorae liked for a starter: annabeth
"So if you've never seen a movie, does that mean you don't know about The Lonely Goatherd?"
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unprompted ask // always accepting !! “Watching you fighting from up there, sometimes it is a little bit hard you know?” Nami confessed. “Watching you fight alone, I mean.” ( @folkorae )
the scent of adrenaline still lingered faintly, combined with the clean undertone of soap from a quick shower he had forced himself to take. the fight might have been over, but its echoes lived in him, in the heat that radiated off his tanned complexion, in the way his calloused hands flexed unconsciously at his sides as though still searching for something to hold onto. to fight for. her vocals arrived first, and for a second, he did not move. for a man so used to action, to reacting with fists and fury, words like hers were an unfamiliar kind of challenge. but her aureate spheres ( still alight with the embers of his last fight ) softened as they found hers.
it was thus that he drew in a slow breath, his chest rising and falling rhythmically in pursuance of calming the storm that always raged just beneath his surface. ❝ i know it ain't easy. ❞ his vocals were low, the words rolling out in such a gentle way, like stones being carefully laid down. ❝ i know what it's like to stand on the sidelines and feel like you can't do anything. but i was born to do this. ❞ a barely-there beam jazzed upon his tiers, shrugging his shoulders as though he was dismissing her concern... but it was reassurance. ❝ nothing can hurt me. don't worry. ❞
@folkorae SENT AN OWL. Jacks side-eyes him. There is something quite off about the new Slytherin student, some sort of dark vibes and one that seems he’s the only one who notices it but what irritates Jacks more is that Evangeline doesn’t see it and she’s spending a lot of time with this Rhaegar guy. “So, where did you say you were from again? And which school did you come from?” Jacks asked him, Evangeline had left to grab something with Lala, leaving them alone at the study table and with the perfect opportunity for some questions.
a healthy dose of scepticism remains in these halls ⸻ the relief felt by slytherin's heir not shown on youthful features; too trusting had his welcome been, open arms and smiles. ( a stark contrast to the way albus dumbledore looked at him ) rhaegar knows not what he prefers —– to be looked at like he was the dark lord, a wolf in sheep's clothing, like the betrayal had already happened or to be welcomed in with little doubt or suspicion, a snake slithering it's way into garden eden, throat so willfully offered for venomous fangs to dig into weak flesh. whatever evil he chooses, gaunt feels his body tearing at it's seams, aching to reveal the ugly layers beneath pale skin.
he wants to shout, to beg —– to be discovered. instead, the dragon's heir offers a genteel smile. ❝ i am from stuttgart. my parents were brittish, though. ❞ he had to explain the lack of german accent somehow. ❝ i visited irithyll before —– ich vermisse die berge. ❞ the heir adds in his best german.
an exchange student from the school of dragons; gaunt fabricating a past entirely unlike his own, two loving parents, a stable childhood. only the egg he found and hatched, a meager five years old, remains the same. nagini —– his dearly beloved nagini remains the same, though in the guise of a new name.
@folkorae sent a raven : ❝ One battle at a time, you know? ❞ from persephone / inbox.
"does it count as one battle when it's just me against a hoard of monsters?" the snarky tone is unusual for her to use when speaking with either of her immortal parents, but her head is throbbing as touches the open wound with a damp cloth. bruised and bleeding but thankfully no broken bones or loss of life.
Annabeth gives him a peek on the cheek and walks away like nothing happened ☺️ (let’s pretend that annabeth and i didn’t vanish for a while haushauha)
@folkorae || runs feral around my room !!
Oh—?
Well, it's bold of her to assume she can just do that and walk away before Percy gets the chance to react. 😌 He catches her. Just barely he catches her. A quick hand snags her wrist as it swings behind her, and Percy tugs her back enough that he hopes it'll throw her off-balance.
Because— Third time, just to really drive it home: He catches her.
And only after he steals a real kiss (because, seriously? C'mon) does he say within a smirk, “Gotta be faster than that, Wise Girl.”
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❄️ annabeth throwing a snowball at him like >:(
Throw Some Snow! || Accepting
The projectile is the first thing Ethan notices— and not until it’s far too late to sidestep it. He takes the hit to the face, scrunching up his features as the powder falls harmlessly to the ground.
And at first, he’s quite ready to retaliate—
Until his eye catches on who’s thrown the snowball, upon which he goes red and abandons his plans of immediate vengeance altogether.
“Oh. It’s you.” He mumbles. Then, louder, he starts, “Hey, um…” And stops.
Hey, what? Sorry for almost killing you? Hope we can move past this?
She should begrudge him. She should hold that grudge until the day he or she dies— whichever comes first. Which is perhaps why he finishes his sentence the way he does.
“Nice shot. Could use a little more power, but it was good.”
Come on, Chase. Go again.
@folkorae SENT AN OWL. Delicate hand touches the dragon’s snout gently and carefully, allowing the winged creature to get used to the touch. “There, there big girl.” Luna says softly.
the winged mountain stares down at the witch ⸻ all too aware of her gargantuan statue / the fear she invokes in many a hearts. hot breath carrying the heavy scent of sulfur and ash ; of burnt gore after a fresh kill. rows of fangs the size of longswords. but young lovegood seemed undeterred by the beast's dominating statue, her hand reaching upwards for the she-dragon who lowered crowned head in return. she doesn't feel the touch, of course, not through tenfold iron scales, the witch wasn't rhaegar, whose presence she'd feel anywhere. regardless the beast gently hisses, not unlike the parody of a purring cat. nagini allows luna a few moments to get used to the touch, the sharp scales of her snout radiating heat. her hot breath caressing blonde locks. then the great dragon shifts once more, her head now resting on the grass —– even now, at her lowest, she towers over the girl. large, serpentine tail lazily sways back and forth. ruby eyes, glinting like two dark pits in the night, just look at the witch. not an iota of aggression or animosity in the dragon's bodylanguage.
@folkorae sent: “She is very pretty, you know.” Lala says to him. “Although I am kind of surprised that you got over the princess rather quickly.”
"i don't know who or what you're talking about." jacks says dryly, despite knowing exactly who and what lala was referring to.