☾ cosmic mistake ☾

     gloomy weather meant it was safe for rosalie to venture outside. although she didn’t understand why the effects of being a vampire was triggered once her memories came back to her she didn’t allow herself to question it too much for it would only lead to a headache. now she had to stray from sunlight in order to keep her secret safe, along with the list of other things she had to do. 

      gracefully rosalie stirred sugar into her tea with a dainty a spoon. it was mostly for show since human beverages and food didn’t sit well in her stomach. after being flooded with her memories the effects of vampirism had began again. which meant not being able to hold human food down as easily as she was accustomed too. it was almost as if she was changed again for the first time and had to relearn faking being human. so here she was in the café, pretending to drink tea and converse. 

     back at the boarding school it was a normal thing for hope to train with dr. saltzman, it was a good way for her to get her anger out and in turn it was good practice for him in case he had to go up against any supernaturals. currently she was out of a training buddy, but that didn’t stop her from going to the gym and continuing the training she was used to do doing. it was, however, a lot harder to do when you didn’t have a partner to practice on. she opted for the punching bag in place of a person and was going at it hard, too engrossed in her movements to pay attention to what was going on around her. 

     hope found solace in the girls bathroom of a café downtown. tears rolled down her cheeks as she scrambled to a sink to wash her face. grief tended to strike at the strangest times, like a few minutes ago when she saw a father daughter interaction. perhaps it was because her memories came back just recently that she was having these spurts of emotions regarding her parents deaths. first her mind would go to them, then to her aunts and uncles, finally to her friends from the salvatore boarding school and it would become too much. the sadness would turn into anger, just how it did currently. she was angry that she could have possibly forgot her family, angry how even in another life she still couldn’t be happy. she was beginning to think it was the price to pay for being a cosmic mistake. 

closed starter / sabrina + hope ( @trbrid· )

it had taken the blonde witch less than a day to track down the other woman; intent on seeking some answers or even just a general conversation. what was a conversation between two friends ? sabrina guessed that hope was going through the same thing that she was if their first interaction was anything to go by. arms crossed her chest, she lent against the nearest solid object, blue eyes watching the other, “ i am guessing that the store was more than calling out to you that day we met ? “ a playful smirk danced on her ruby red lips.

closed starter / feyre + nesta ( @trbrid· )

everything was coming back to the brunette woman in flashes; memories of tamlin, of being under the mountain, of falling in love with rhys, of the cauldron and more. just like she did done back in velaris, feyre found herself locked within her studio, painting out the memories as they came to her. this particular evening, the young woman found herself painting the sidra, remembering the times where she had walked by the river with either elain or rhys or mor or when the city had been under attack and she had used her powers from the water. 

as she painted on the canvas, her mind drifted to her eldest sister both in alucard and back home. nesta. feyre had no idea if the other remembered the things she remembered but a large part of her was worried that they would fall back into the distant and slightly hostile relationship they once had. a sigh left her lips as she remembered the amount of times their interactions had ended badly but it seemed the fate had other plans for the brunette besides hiding out in her studio. blinking a few times, she looked over her shoulder at nesta, “ how long have you been standing there ? “ words soft as she fought the urge to hide the painting.

     the sheets clung to her sweaty body as she woke from the dream that’s been plaguing her for some time now. it’s always the same; a winged man lying in a puddle of his blood, his beautiful wings in shreds, trying to reach for her as she screamed. there was men hoisting her up into what appeared to be a cauldron filled with endless black water. there were others around, but she couldn’t make them out, save for her sister who was on the floor with a look of dread on her face. the others were blurred figures, the sole focus going to the winged man. then she was violently forced down into the cold, depthless water. there was nothing but blackness, then the dream ends. 

     the fear was so great it was nearly tangible. it was a fear she didn’t understand, it was only a dream, and yet it always felt so real, so vivid. why the dream was always reoccurring was a mystery for her. the dream always haunted her on the days she awoke from it, sometimes it was strong enough to hole herself inside her house all day. strong enough that she couldn’t stomach any food for the day. today was one of those days. by nightfall nesta couldn’t linger here in the house any longer, scared of the dream that would come to her once again after she drifted off to sleep. she texted her sister, but it proved to be unfruitful for no response came. there was one place she was sure she ought to be. 

@trbrid​​  ;  hope & touka.

    ▸  “  i’m so alone  ”

     “ alone? ” a nerve snaps in touka. ever since certain memories started flooding back, touka had been UNRAVELING. slowly reverting back to her harsh, spit-fire attitude and holding on to years of abandoment issues. “ you’re alone? ” a pause, she couldn’t help but let out a laugh. if anyone should feel alone, it’s her. “ you shut me out. you wouldn’t answer my calls, you left my texts on read. you wouldn’t even open the door for me whenever i came by to check on you. — but you’re the one that’s alone? ”

    hope looked as if she had been struck across the face. after the initial shock from touka’s response faded it was replaced with anger. for a brief moment her eyes flashed a yellow gold. “my grandmother had died. the only family i had was taken from me. i’m so sorry if my depression was an inconvenience for you.” standing from where she sat on the couch she walked away to the other side of the room to keep a distance between her and the other girl. there was rage and sadness consuming her, she wasn’t in control of her powers like she used to be. if she didn’t have a tight hold on her emotions it could be a dangerous situation for any bystanders. the last thing hope wanted to do was hurt touka and have her added to the list of lost loved ones.

    “you know what the worst part is? turns out my ‘grandma’ isn’t even my grandma.” tears lined her eyes, “i remember my parents, i remember that both of them are dead. that i’m to blame for their deaths. i have no idea where my aunts and uncles are! they said they would always be there for me, yet they’re nowhere to be found and i can’t figure out how to reach them.” the lights in the house began to flicker, the walls shake, and hope stood as still as death. closing her eyes she forced herself to reign in the emotions flooding her. noting to herself once again it’s not wise to be with others when she didn’t have a good handle on her magic. the flickering and shaking ceased, hope opened her eyes. her face no longer held the wretched emotion that was sketched on it moments before. she put herself back in that deadly place of isolation, it kept her safe, kept her from getting hurt.