#zoelna

I believe in a few things. That Zoey has two hands. And that she is buff enough to haul her stupid barely-domesticated bfs around on her misadventures.

Duncan and Kim are polar opposites of Zoey and Rythian

and I'd imagine the two teams in a war realizing how much alike they are

and stop fighting and just "woah... you're just like me???"

its nearly two in the morning and i am trying to detox from the zoelna feelings that have been festering in me 

also this is the first time ive written outside of english class?? i will take critique tho (*-* )

safe 4 keeds

Lalna’s eyes are always the most intense in her dreams, when he was in them.

Yes, they were blue. But that didn’t matter.

His eyes were always clouded over, to her. Like he pulled the curtains down somewhere in his mind, like his eyes might give away the thousands of equations and variables he held secret. He never liked eye contact either.  He made small talk while fiddling with wires, eyes darting everywhere. He talked with a crooked head and cocked eyebrow while observing a screen just behind her. He inquired things with a giggle and made tired hand gestures as he stared into empty space.

When he did make eye contact, it was fleeting. One second, their eyes found each other, the next he was off, finding new things to teach her.

One time was different though. They sat silently, sipping drinks with legs dangling off the ledge of the castle. She usually tried to fill empty air with simple questions and curious comments, but after a tiring day of research with him, she had decided to just let go. High up, far away from the grinding of the machines, the only sounds were the gears meshing in Lalna’s head. She sighed happily, and turned to Lalna. Hundreds of questions zipped through her head like her mind had the web of tubes the castle did. But one stuck with her.

“So are you just Lalna?”

He took a gulp of his beer and snorted. “Whaddaya mean? S’not like im a Hydra, Zoey. There isn’t a lot to me. Just me up in here. Heh.”

Smiling, she had leaned towards him. “I-I mean, like a nickname! I’m pretty sure its normal to, you know, have a nickname.”

True silence set in for a moment as he chugged the rest of his drink, and he laughed as he turned to truly meet her eyes. Usually he was so carefree, but now his eyes didn’t match the Lalna she knew at all. His eyes were driven, intense, deep, and actually kind of terrifying.

                For an instant, she questioned whether it really was just Lalna up in his mind.