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GODDESS OF SPRING & JOY + GUARDIAN OF CHILDREN & ANIMALS + UNWED

Maia watched helplessly as Alkaia began to pack, seeming to sense the urgency of needing to leave in such a hurry. She watched Alkaia grabbed their belongings, as well as other things that did not belong to them. In most circumstances, she would be opposed to theft. But, she knew that they would need those supplies for the journey ahead and she didn't have the strength to protest. She simply wished she could escape. To run away from this sick feeling Ares had left in her stomach, something that warned her that the worst had yet to come. She feared a great many things, even with her memories shattered. She knew she feared never going home again and seeing her mother. She feared letting herself fall into Ares' grasp and never being able to escape from his cruel hands. She wanted to find her hope again, to not let the encounter with the God of War get to her. She wished to feel the sun on her cheeks once more and the bare earth beneath her feet. She wanted to get out of here just as quickly as Alkaia did but it seemed that she was cemented to her spot. She inhaled deeply just as Alkaia snapped at her, seeming to not be in any mood to deal with her. But it seemed that once she saw the blonde's teary eyes, she eased her anger. Maia simply felt alone here and the only person it seemed that was on her side was Alkaia. She had no one else to turn to and she knew Alkaia was not a comforting woman but she was a Goddess without her family. It was a very alienating feeling and she simply wanted to feel whole again. The Goddess slowly blinked as Alkaia spoke again, saying their best chance was for Maia to listen to her and various emotions swam in her bright eyes. She guessed that Alkaia had always been a soldier and was never taught how to be gentle. She was raised by men so it was tough and straight forward with them. Maia was suddenly thankful for having her mother and father around a child. She watched Alkaia as she held their belongings and spoke again, saying they needed to leave soon. The Goddess knew she was right. It would do them no good to stay here for longer than necessary. She lowered her head, a heaviness hanging on her shoulders. She felt lost and she had no idea who to turn to.

The golden-haired beauty lifted her head slightly as the witch made her way over, gently patting her knee a few times. Albeit, awkwardly. Still, Maia appreciated the gesture. Alkaia then spoke, telling Maia she would be okay and then offering to go through a certain path in the forest to have her stop and work with plants, hoping it might make her feel better. Maia knew it wasn't perfect but she hoped simply being around nature would make her feel better. She smiled small in Alkaia's direction as her eyes shimmered with a dim hope. Alkaia rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly and Maia lifted her head fully, brushing her messy hair from her face. The witch asked if the suggestion sounded good and the Goddess smiled thankfully. She nodded slowly before speaking, "Yes, that sounds perfect. Thank you, I know this can't be easy for you. I appreciate you wanting to comfort me, even if I've been a bit of a hassle to care for." Maia laughed softly, the sound as sweet as a summer breeze. She nudged Alkaia gently, standing slowly. She walked out of the room and headed downstairs, toward the front door. Maia glanced around the big room as Alkaia checked them out before they headed out to the horses. Maia climbed atop the horse with ease and they began their journey to the forest.

HEAVE HO, THEIVES AND BEGGARS. NEVER SHALL WE DIE

margery had never expected to see such a beautiful sailor in all of her life. there was something about them... a feeling of mystery that seemed to cling onto their every word and movement like a thick blanket. she wanted to know more about them, her heart seeming to gallop in her chest. she had never been left breathless before. men or rather, boys had never interested her before. she found girls beautiful and often wondered what it would be like to kiss a pretty girl. but this was different. this... person was different. she liked how they were quick to assure her brother that no apology was necessary. but her smile was quick to falter when the beautiful person pointed out her busted lip and her dainty hand flew to her lips, her eyes swimming in sorrow. she gently touched her fingertips to the healing cut on her lip and it was enough to make her heart drop. she hated when others called attention to her cuts and bruises and even her scars. but, this person couldn't have possibly known any better. they were simply looking out for her which would have warmed her heart in better circumstances. the beautiful person was quick to add that they would hate to be responsible for marring a beautiful face such as hers and her cheeks flushed into a bright pink. she smiled small despite herself and it made her stomach flip. underneath the iron walls around her heart was a girl who had never been show what love truly looked like and she was still naive to the notion of finding love. before she could speak further on the matter, another man came up and spoke to the person before her. she watched the interaction but decided not to pry, knowing she would like to but it would be rude of her since she had just met them. she glanced over to philip, who seemed nervous but stood close by his elder sister. philip had always been a nervous boy, even as a child. he was constantly fretting over his sister's safety which she knew she should be thankful for. but she feared what her husband might do if philip ever tried to stand between the two of them. she hoped to never find out. she glanced back over to the person before her once more as they seemed to wait patiently for her answer. she smiled small, her eyes seeming to shimmer with a distant longing. perhaps, in another life, she would be able to flirt back with this person and they could have their happiness. but in this life, she was married to a monster of a man and she saw no escape but death.

"no, thank you. i am quite alright. i simply... fell yesterday." she tried to lie but she had never been a good liar. one of her downfalls, her elder brother would always remark. she inhaled deeply and moved to make sure the items in her satchel were not damaged in their interaction. she grabbed the book she had just gotten and examined it, sighing softly when she saw it was in one piece. she placed it back inside her satchel just as she heard a shout. her eyes grew wide like a feline and her head snapped to attention. a soldier, he had shouted, announcing the arrival of his commanding officer. margery felt a sinking dread in her stomach, knowing who was coming. her husband stepped through the crowd, adorned in his fancy coat and his steely cruel eyes. she felt herself suffocating on her own worry as he stepped forward. he spotted her then, halting and then looking at her brother. he looked back to his wife with venom in his eyes and she gasped softly, tears swelling quickly in her eyes. he never allowed her to leave the house without him and now, she was sure the beatings would only get worse. it seemed that the commander was only concerned about his wife and not the pirates near her. he stood just before margery, causing her to look up at his towering figure with fear in her eyes. "ingrid told me you had left the house. why did you directly disobey my orders?" her husband asked as he grabbed her arm with force. she squeaked in pain, trying her best to wiggle out of his grasp. "it is my fault, sir. i-" philip began, trying to step in and giles shook his finger at him, anger in his eyes. "this has nothing to do with you, boy." he snarled out and then looked back to his wife with venom in his eyes while she cowered in his arms. "we are going back home, wife. you are going to be taught to be obedient." giles barked out and philip tried to step in again and margery's eyes begged him not to. helpless, philip gulped and took a step back. giles glanced toward the captain, not seeming to place them or their crew. he simply glared before he shoved his wife ahead of him and she cried, rubbing her arm. he kept a hand on his wife, his hand holding her arm. they made their way up the hill, back toward their house. margery looked over her shoulder, gazing at the beautiful person one last time, knowing she would likely never see them again. she locked eyes with him, her teary dark eyes meeting theirs. giles then yanked his wife forward and her head snapped back around as they disappeared around the corner. philip exhaled slowly as he watched them go. the soldiers left the port and the young boy grunted in frustration, slamming his fist into a wooden post. his knuckles began to bleed and tears threatened to fall from his eyes. but they were not from the pain but rather how helpless he felt to protect his sister. he glanced back toward the pirate and their crew before sighing and heading back to his shop.

☾ sunlight seemed to burst through the room like a hazy dream and it caused the tribrid to blink her eyes open. she glanced out toward her windows, watching the white curtains dance in the morning breeze. she pushed herself to sit up with a soft groan, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. aslan stirred on the bed, lifting his head and looking at her with a tired gaze. she smiled lovingly at her canine companion and leaned over to him, ruffling his messy golden fur. she then kissed his head, crawling out of her bed. the dog laid his head back down on his paws with a soft yawn. hope hummed at the sight and moved to grab her phone from her bedside table. she checked the time, 7:30 am. she had an hour before her first class started. renaissance literature, the class she was looking forward to the most. she was going to college to become a veterinarian but she was still excited about a few classes that had nothing to do with her actual degree. the young beauty scrolled through her music playlists, humming to herself as she made her way to her closet. she stripped off her pajamas from the night before and tossed them into the hamper. she picked a playlist and pressed shuffle, setting her phone on a random shelf while she chose her outfit for that day. she wanted to dress to impress but to keep it tame. she hoped she might meet a cute boy or girl today that she could have some fun with. she had already met this boy named victor in town. he worked at the mystic grill and he had been very nice to her. they exchanged numbers and had been texting pretty much non-stop. she was also sending flirty texts with marcel, her dad's oldest friend and adoptive son. it was a bit odd but he had always had a thing for hope, ever since she started getting older. she was mostly just flirting with him because she loved to flirt. she knew he wanted something serious but she supposed she would have to deal with that when it came to that. she finally decided on an outfit, slipping into the jeans and shirt with ease. she sighed and tossed her hair over her shoulder, grabbing her phone as she walked out of her closet, shutting the door and turning off the light. hope danced over to her bathroom, pushing the door open.

the siren-like girl made her way to her bathroom mirror, brushing her teeth. she then popped her ismile into her mouth, humming along to the music as she got herself ready. she then brushed her hair, with her light therapy device still in her mouth, and styled her hair into the way she desired. she then worked on doing her makeup, deciding to keep it more minimal than she liked most of the time. she finished quickly, taking out her teeth whitener and turning it off before applying her matte lipstick. she made her lips with a satisfied smile before she walked back out to her bedroom. she grabbed her phone out of her back pocket just as tia tamera by doja cat and rico nasty began to play. she smirked to herself. she slipped on her daylight ring and then her anklet she wore every day. the daylight ring had been made for her when she was younger by her aunt, davina. hope had wanted to fit in with the rest of the vampires so she wore one to fit in. but now, she wore it simply because she missed her aunt. she made sure to reply to her family's group chat just then since her family was asking about her first day of school. she told them she would keep them updated before she moved to grab some shoes to wear. she found some heels she liked and slipped them on, seeming to have a natural grace to her movements. the tribrid then grabbed her backpack and checked its contents to make sure she had everything she needed. binders, journals, composition books, pencil pouch, the book she was currently reading, her ice blue polaroid, macbook, airpods and charger. she tossed her lipstick in there, as well as her wallet. she grabbed her car keys, the jingling making aslan sit up once more. she laughed at him and shook her head, slinging her backpack over her shoulder. "come on, bud. let's take you outside." she said and the dog jumped off the bed with excitement in his eyes. she walked out of her room and jogged down the stairs, aslan quickly following after her. she moved to open the back door, watching as the dog bolting outside with a bark. she shook her head, smiling to herself as she shut the door. she then walked to the kitchen, seeing there was a note on the white board on the fridge. she had two roommates in this house, a vampire named ursula and a witch named julia. they were both sweet girls and hope got along with them well. but they were always busy so hope hardly saw them. they paid the bills on time, though. that's what she was concerned about the most.

the note was from both girls, letting hope know that they wouldn't be home until that night. she hummed and opened the fridge, wondering what there was to eat. hope turned off the music on her phone and saw a meal replacement shake in the fridge. she figured it was better than nothing so she grabbed it. she then gave aslan fresh water in his bowl and filled his other bowl with food. hope then took a quick selfie, pouting her lips. she sent the selfie to marcel and victor, telling them both 'good morning'. she drank some of the shake before she moved to let aslan into the house once more. he happily walked back inside, looking up at hope expectantly. she crouched down to his level and kissed his head. "i'll be back in a few hours. be a good boy, okay?" she said with a warm voice and the dog barked with a sparkle in his eyes. she smiled and ruffled his fur before standing again. she then walked out of her home, locking the door behind her and jogging over to her car. hope tossed her backpack into the passenger seat. she connected her phone to the aux cord before she backed out of her driveway, heading toward the college. she turned up the music, tapping her thumbs onto the steering wheel to the beat. she decided to play the hamilton soundtrack and she belted at the top of her lungs as you'll be back played. she smiled the whole time, speeding toward the school she was so excited to attend. she then found a parking spot easily and parked her car, grabbing her backpack. she paused the music on her phone and shoved her phone into her back pocket. she then climbed out of her car, shutting the door and locking her car. she tossed her keys into her backpack before finishing her shake. she tossed it into the nearest trash can before she made her way to her first class. hope was well aware of the effect she had on the other students as she sauntered down the hall, her hips moving with a natural swing to them. she stopped right in front of her classroom door and made sure to double check the room number on her schedule. she then walked into the class, walking to one of the seats in the front. she ignored everyone else, just wanting to focus on getting an education. she knew if she fell for a human she would just be setting herself up for failure. in that moment, she thought of victor. okay, he was cute enough to be the exception.

the young girl set her backpack down by her side and grabbed a notebook as well as a pen. she then saw that she was here before the teacher was so she pulled out the book from her backpack. she crossed one leg over the other and opened the book, smiling small. lord of the flies by william golding. she had heard many great things about this book and after reading animal farm, she felt that it was a good transition. she lost herself in the words between the pages and she seemed to tune out the rest of the world. she heard the first bell ring but it seemed distant, muffled almost. she saw students file into the classroom out of her peripheral vision and she slowly lowered the book from her face. she looked to the front of the classroom to see a man standing there, leaning against the professor's desk with a sense of confidence about him. she blinked, watching him curiously. he seemed too young to be their professor and that was when she smelled him. he was a vampire. his gaze then met hers and gold met blue. she smiled small, her eyes shimmering. she had trust issues when it came to other supernatural beings, especially with who her family was. but she decided to at least be nice to him until he proved himself untrustworthy. she closed her book and moved to put it back into her backpack. the professor walked in then and he looked to be in his late thirties. mr. winston. he had a salt and pepper look and he was handsome, catching hope's attention as well. both authority figures in this class were attractive and she wanted to bury herself into her shirt. she locked eyes with the professor as well and he seemed stunned by her beauty. she blinked slowly, her heart skipping a beat. she looked at both the men and she knew she was going to get herself into trouble this year. she was suddenly wishing she had a girl best friend to talk to about this and not just her mom or aunt. the professor spoke up, saying that his teaching assistant would be helping out in the class throughout the year and he was in charge of the lesson for today. the girls swooned over both men and hope felt hopeful for how her school year was going to.

MUERLE PRINCESS + ENGAGED TO KENDRICK/PREGNANT BY RAUL + NINETEEN

This moment was nice. As much as Virysa would hate to admit it aloud, maybe it was a good thing her friends came to visit her. She had felt so isolated and alone since the loss of her father. It was the only way she knew how to cope, to shut people out and mourn in her own way. It pained her to know that her father would never know his grandchild and perhaps that was the most painful part. She had lost a father but her child had lost their only remaining grandparents before they were even born. It was a lonely feeling and Virysa solution was to shut out the people who cared about it. She had done this ever since she was child. She supposed it was the culture embedded deep in her veins that caused her to react that way when it came to loss. She was unsure what the exact reason was but she knew that she would have to open her heart again. She was terrified of losing anyone else she loved, none more than her child. She felt that she would never be able to forgive herself if she lost her child. It would leave her hopeless, as if all the loss she had endured had meant nothing. She knew that she needed to spend as much time with the people she loved. Life could be unpredictable and she didn't want to take any chances. This war loomed over her head like a storm cloud and she wanted to find a way to avoid as much blood shed as possible but nothing came to mind. She had tried for weeks to think of what she could do but when it was just her, it was hard to make decisions. She was so accustomed to Raul being by her side and giving his opinion on the matter that it felt odd not to have him by her side. She watched the group before her with a gentle smile, nursing her glass of wine. She watched as Adeline spoke with excitement about her pregnancy and even her honeymoon. They were all happy. At least in this moment. She could see Olyver's gaze lingering on Angeline and she could tell that her presence made him happier. He had been hurt by Yvonne and when the King had been killed, it struck him just as deeply as it had struck Virysa. That man had been a father to Olyver and the cousins had been raised more like siblings. Virysa would always be grateful for their relationship and she simply hoped that Angeline wouldn't break his heart. Her cousin loved deeply and completely, something that scared away most females. She blinked and her attention turned to Eria. She stared at the woman for a few moments, seeming to drink all of her in. Virysa even noticed golden highlights in her caramel hair that she had never noticed before. She was a beautiful woman, there was no denying that. She watched as Nari guards entered the room and her brows furrowed into a frown. Eria was quick to walk out of the room with them and Virysa wondered what could be wrong. She decided to ask Eria about it when they were alone together.

When Eria entered the room once more, Virysa met her gaze. Her gaze was soft and despite her reserve, you could see a twinkle in her eyes. She even smiled gently at the Commander. Eria seemed to force her smile as she spoke, asking how they all felt about exploring the wild forests of Muerle. The Princess felt worry run through her body like a fever and her gaze immediately fell on Edward. He gave a simple nod and in this motion, he assured the Princess that he would come with them to protect them. Olyver was also a trained fighter, more agile than most men. Eria was a Commander as well and Virysa could fight. It was Adeline, Analee and Angeline she was worried about. She inhaled deeply as everyone looked to her, wondering what she might say to the adventure. The Princess stood slowly and clasped her hands in front of her, the worry of their adventure clear in her eyes. She then caved, sighing. "Sure, as long as we are cautious and watch our backs. Assassins lurk everywhere and I cannot lose any of you." She said gently, looking to Angeline to show that she meant she was part of the group as well. They seemed excited based on her answer and Olyver playfully nudged his cousin with a laugh before walking off with Angeline and the other girls to get ready for the ride. Virysa smoothed out the skirt of her gown and she could feel her heart thundering against her chest. She watched them go, frowning deeply. She hoped she was making the right decision.

I'D LET YOU HAD I KNOWN IT, WHY DON'T YOU SAY SO?

ariel had always been good at multi-tasking. being a mechanic's daughter had taught her some good lessons of life early on. she knew how to change a tire quicker than she could say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious and she would take that over most skills she saw as pointless. she would never have to call her dad if her car broke down and she could think her way out of any situation. most people looked at her and just saw her as this pretty blonde with nothing in her head. ariel loved proving them wrong. she glanced over the hailey, silently thankful that they seemed to be fast friends. she never would have guessed that she would have a potential friend on the first day of school. not to mention, conner. she blushed deeply. she wasn't quite sure what to label him as but she had put a heart emoji by his contact name so maybe it could blossom into something. she bit the inside of her cheek. she hoped it would. the girl beside her spoke up, saying that she would be teaching them a dance and then they would perform it for her to see if they make the team. ariel blinked. that seemed easy enough and that was usually the way tryouts went. she had been in dance for her entire life so she had become accustomed to being ready to think on her feet, just in case someone wanted her to improvise a dance. she was thankful for hailey's reassuring smile and words. she knew she could easily make the team but there was a voice in the back in her head telling her that she would screw everything up. she reminded herself that she hadn't taken her anxiety medication so that must have been the reason she was thinking this way. the blonde inhaled deeply and went back to focusing on the class, finding biology much more interesting than she remembered. she supposed it was because this was advanced biology so she wasn't bored like she had been in regular classes in high school. she liked to be kept on her toes. she glanced at her phone every now and then, wondering if conner would text her anytime soon. she guessed he was busy with class but she couldn't help but wait anxiously. she had no idea why she felt so giddy just at the thought of him and it made her want to shove these feelings away. it terrified her to feel butterflies in her stomach the way she did with conner. she had just met him and in a way, maybe that was what scared her the most. she had never imagined she would have a moment like in the romance novels she loved so much but that was the only thing she could compare it to. they had barely spoke to one another and yet, she hung onto every word he said. she groaned internally, wanting to bury herself in her clothes. she felt so mushy inside and she wasn't sure how to feel about it. she supposed she could get javi's advice on it after class.

class was nearly over and that was when everyone began to pack up their belongings. ariel began to do the same, tucking some loose hair behind her ear. the young beauty looked to hailey as she spoke, asking if she would want to get breakfast sometime. the girl smiled warmly. hailey spoke of this place called vera cove and how she thought ariel might like it. the blonde nodded and said, "i'm sure i'll love it." ariel then moved to follow hailey out of the class, slinging her backpack over her shoulder. she moved with the ease and grace of a dancer, a natural swing to her hips. something about her was rare and untouched, something most men and even boys longed for. ariel was, of course, oblivious to her beauty so she just moved through the crowds like she just another girl. she looked to hailey as she applied her lipstick without a mirror and that perplexed ariel. she stared in amazement for a moment before the girl spoke, pulling her from her daze. she asked if she would walk her to the dance studio and that she wanted to show it to her anyways. ariel opened her mouth to agree when hailey was already walking down the hall. she pursed her lips and quickly followed after the girl. she walked down the halls, mostly just looking around the halls curiously. ariel was the kind of girl that was oblivious to flirting until someone outright said they liked her. she wasn't the type of girl to pick up on hints or stares and she got that from her mother. her father had to fight so hard to get her mother to notice him and when she finally did, she just smiled big and asked what he was doing. it was one of her endearing traits, her father would always tell her. viktor had always said she was stupid for not picking up on hints, to which ariel would always hurl something at his head and cuss at him in french. their father would always laugh as they fought, finding it hilarious that his children were complete opposites. ariel smiled softly at the thought of her family. hailey's voice broke through her thoughts and the blonde looked toward her. she hoped she wasn't prying and then asked if ariel had her eyes on anyone at the moment. her cheeks flushed a bright red and she felt her stomach do a flip. was she? she liked conner but they had only spoken once. she wanted to say yes but she was also terrified to admit it. she bit the inside of her cheek and laughed nervously. "um, i guess? kinda, i mean... we've only spoke once but i get giddy thinking about him already." she sighed dreamily and then cringed, making a face. "that's totally lame, isn't it?" she asked with a soft laugh, looking over to her new friend.

"Speech."

and i will make sure to keep my distance

^GENERAL:

^{❄ elizabeth winnifred hargrove}

^{❄ eliza [most common], beth, eli [only by your male]}

^{❄ twenty seven}

^{❄ december 8th → sagittarius}

^{❄ cisgender female}

^{❄ feminine pronouns → she / her}

^{❄ herself & her lost love}

^{❄ the king's mistress}

^{IMPORTANT INFORMATION:}

^{❄ eliza is very miserable in her title at court. she feels completely alone and she longs to break free from the title. she knows that everyone in the kingdom knows her as the king's mistress so she doesn't see any way out of her situation since most men would never marry a 'ruined' woman like her}

^{❄ shortly after she sent her love away to protect him from the king's jealousy, she found out she was pregnant with the king's child. she was very conflicted by this news but due to the sorrow she felt in sending the man she truly loved, she miscarried about a week later. the blood loss nearly killed her and ever since then, she asked the king to be careful when they laid together. he understood and she has yet to conceive one of his children. she doesn't ever want to. the only children she wanted were from the man she truly loved}

^{❄ the castle often refers to her as a ghost. she's rarely seen among crowds and is only ever seen in her tower, painting or knitting. or she is in the king's bed chambers and rarely seen anywhere else. one can see the lost look in her eyes if they look hard enough}

^PHYSICALITY:

^{BODY | ethereal & curvy | HEALTH: 99%}

^{janet montgomery - x, x, x, x, x}

^{—— minor injuries: has asthma and it acts up when she is panicking or overexerts herself}

^{—— major injuries: getting pregnant and keeping the baby will be harder for her due to her terrible miscarriage and the pregnancy would likely be difficult}

^{❄ACCESSORIES: still wears a necklace her true love gave her everyday}

^{❄SCENT: mandarins & sea foam}

^{❄ AESTHETICS: x, x, x, x, x}

^PERSONALITY:

^{—— significant traits: relentless, passionate, inventive, inquisitive, nurturing, resourceful, knowledgeable, witty, wary}

^RELATIONS:

^{❄ douglas hargrove & charlotte hargrove}

^{❄ eugenia stone | younger sister - alive - lady}

^{❄ leonardo stone | brother in law - alive - lord}

^{❄ her only friend left on a ship years ago}

^{❄ her father & the king, samuel, as well as his wife victoria}

^{❄ she will always love the sailor that left}

^{❄ bisexual / biromantic}

^{FUTURE PLOTS:}

^{❄ eliza would confide in your male and let him know the truth about what happened to her and why she had pushed him away. i can see him trying to attack the king and being arrested because of it. she would immediately run to his cell and cry, telling him that she would get him out of there. then, she would go to his crew and they'd work to break him out of the prison before his execution. she would then run away from the king and be with your make, never wanting to look back}

^{❄ pregnancy would be difficult for eliza due to her miscarriage so i can see her getting pregnant further down the line and your male is very concerned about it, knowing there was a possibility of losing her. but she would assure him that she would be okay, knowing that she would fight to be with him and their baby. i can see her only being able to have one or two children due to her health and raising them on the seas}

^{❄ the king would likely send some of his army and navy after eliza and your male when they escape. eliza would likely want to offer herself up to protect your male and the crew but of course, your male refuses to let her do that. but they would be pursued by the king's men so they'd have to fight their way through that}

^HEADCANONS:

^{❄ always puts one hundred and ten percent into the things she believes in}

^{❄ wanting to constantly learn new things so she's always asking questions}

^{❄ a bit of a macguyver and seems to be able to think her way out of any situation}

^{❄ stares longingly out at the sea when she feels sad}

^{❄ being around nature helps her feel safe and gives her space to breathe}

^{❄ will always do what she has to to protect the people she loves}

^{❄ usually smiles small, only her true love and her younger sister have seen her wide, true smile}

^{❄ can name the type of bird just by looking as it flies by}

^{❄ writes letters to her lost love on his birthday every week and keeps them hidden in her bedchambers}

^{❄ wants to see the world and learn about different cultures in person}

^{❄ is usually alone in her tower so she paints}

^{❄ doesn't seem to care about what people say about her but will fight to protect her sister's reputation}

^{❄ the type of girl to trace random shapes on her lover's skin}

^{❄ has always wanted to be married but only to one man}

^{❄ tends to hold grudges and does not forgive easily}

^{❄ one of the most graceful women you could ever meet}

^{❄ she has fire in her soul and a hurricane in her eyes}

^{❄ will always fight for love, knowing true love is worth dying for}

^{INTERACTIONS:}

^{❄ will / [will not] / might attack without reason}

^{❄ will / will not / [might] start fights}

^{❄ [will] / will not / might end fights}

^{❄ will / will not / [might] run away}

^{❄ feel free to powerplay friendly actions}

^{❄ open to ( [capture], [minor injury], maim, major injury )}

^{❄ ask before ( capture, minor injury, [maim], [major injury] )}

^{❄ bold name in #E6CC94 and @/pip!}

say i love you when you're not listening

and right before your eyes, i'm aching

^GENERAL:

^{⚘ jackson beau valois}

^{⚘ jackson, jack [most common]}

^{⚘ nineteen}

^{⚘ june 16th → gemini}

^{⚘ cisgender male}

^{⚘ masculine pronouns → he / him}

^{⚘ himself & his crew}

^{⚘ boatswain}

^{IMPORTANT INFORMATION:}

^{⚘ jackson is a hopeless romantic, despite never having been in love. he always promised his mother that he would find that one special girl and give her the world. he goes out of his way to assure the people he cares about that he loves them and he tends to do grand gestures. he tends to do everything with hope shimmering in his eyes, no matter how dire the circumstances}

^{⚘ he became an orphan a few years ago and wanting to leave his village, he signed up to become part of a crew and never looked back. he still finds his parent's deaths to be suspicious and he wants to find out the truth, even it is dangerous to do so}

^{⚘ often has nightmares and no one can calm him down like his mother used to. that is, until your girl comes into the picture}

^PHYSICALITY:

^{BODY | agile & lean | HEALTH: 98%}

^{logan lerman - x, x, x, x, x}

^{—— minor injuries: scars litter his body from various brawls he's been in and just being a rough boy in general}

^{—— major injuries: n/a}

^{⚘ACCESSORIES: keeps a compass that belonged to his father on his person at all times}

^{⚘SCENT: iron & old parchment}

^{⚘ AESTHETICS: x, x, x, x, x}

^PERSONALITY:

^{—— significant traits: snide, smug, boyish, gutsy, sentimental, adventurous, spirited, wacky, charming}

^RELATIONS:

^{⚘ germain valois & bernadette valois}

^{⚘ none}

^{⚘ none}

^{⚘ jack considers the crew to be his only friends}

^{⚘ any british authority & most other pirates}

^{⚘ will fall in love with your girl}

^{⚘ heterosexual / heteroromantic}

^{FUTURE PLOTS:}

^{⚘ jackson would likely have a love-at-first-sight moment when he meets your girl and would be very dazed by the sight of her. he would likely be very dreamy about her for the rest of the day and he decides that he needs her in his life and can't live without her. he would fight for her, no matter what dangers awaited him}

^{⚘ he would teach your girl how to protect herself for sure. he could show her that sword play is alot like dancing and he could guide her through it all, knowing he would feel better knowing she could defend herself if he ever wasn't there to do so}

^{⚘ he would probably confess his feelings while it's raining and then he just kisses her and proposes right then}

^HEADCANONS:

^{⚘ always has something witty to say}

^{⚘ has always wanted to confessed his love for a girl with a handwritten letter}

^{⚘ keeps it a secret but he composes music. he's always adored music itself}

^{⚘ is a lousy cook and is often surrounded by mess}

^{⚘ most of the crew compare him to a fox, wily and sneaky}

^{⚘ can name all the constellations in the sky}

^{⚘ has never had a fancy life but has always wanted to dance the night away in a castle ballroom}

^{⚘ has always believed in magic and the legends of the world}

^{⚘ wants to find a home to call his own and settle down someday}

^{⚘ speaks five different languages due to his travels}

^{⚘ very foolishly brave, the type to pull his sword and ask questions later}

^{⚘ believes whole-heartedly in promises and his trust is broken if a promise is broken}

^{⚘ the type to give his all into a relationship, wanting to find that one great love}

^{⚘ has two left feet and when he's not fighting, he is very clumsy}

^{⚘ talks very quickly when he's excited}

^{⚘ moves a mile a minute and it's hard to keep up with him}

^{⚘ loves to cause mischief}

^{⚘ showing someone his music is his way of being vulnerable}

^{INTERACTIONS:}

^{⚘ will / will not / [might] attack without reason}

^{⚘ [will] / will not / might start fights}

^{⚘ will / will not / [might] end fights}

^{⚘ will / [will not] / might run away}

^{⚘ feel free to powerplay friendly actions}

^{⚘ open to ( [capture], [minor injury], maim, major injury )}

^{⚘ ask before ( capture, minor injury, [maim], [major injury] )}

^{⚘ bold name in #71C4EC and @/pip!}

run fast, nowhere to hide. just you and me

freshman▴fifteen▴relations: pregnant by eddie▴location: kingston high school▴interacting with jane, savvy & booker

SAID THAT WE'RE NOT LOVERS, WE'RE JUST STRANGERS

rest seemed to have evaded the brunette beauty the whole night. she would toss and turn but she couldn't get her mind off of the boy she had once loved. was it all true? if he had become a heart-breaker like her roommate claimed he had, he truly wasn't the boy she had known. then again, she wasn't the same girl she was those four years ago. trauma and heartbreak had changed her and she had become someone she hardly recognized in the mirror. but she'd be damned if she would just be only of his many victims. she had had her heart broken into a million pieces by a handsome face and she refused to let it happen again. that didn't mean it hurt any less to find out what kind of man cyril had chosen to become. she sat up in her bed, her dark curls falling over her shoulders like effortless waves. she glanced up toward the window right by her bed, the sunlight casting down on her skin. she would normally be comforted by the feeling of sunshine on her cheeks but cyril hadn't left her mind. she wasn't sure if he ever would and that scared her. she ran a hand through her naturally soft hair and moved, throwing her legs over the edge of the bed. clove stirred from the end of the bed and the girl smiled softly at her feline friend. she leaned toward her, kissing the top of her head as the feline purred loudly. "at least i have you." she whispered to the cat and she simply meowed in response, flicking her tail. circe smiled small and moved to stand. she tossed her hair over her shoulder before she approached her clothes trunk, sorting through her clothes. she found her clean robes quickly and changed into them, doing so quickly. she then grabbed her hair brush, moving it through her hair and then styling her hair the way she wished. she then smoothed out her skirt before moving to do her makeup. even if she was going through turmoil, she wanted to look her best. she kept her makeup simple, not wanting to draw more attention to herself than she would already be getting. she inhaled deeply, looking at her reflection in the mirror. she put on a well rehearsed, wide smile but the pain was clear in her eyes. she let her face fall and she blinked slowly. she glanced down at the bracelet on her bedside table, relieving so many memories she had with cyril. she was half tempted to throw it in the bin and be done with it. but then she remembered the promise she made to him. she promised she would always be his friend. she slipped the bracelet onto her ankle before she slipped out of her dorm.

the great hall was bustling with people and various conversations. she walked in with the same anxiety of a new student. this place felt like home but a strange place at the same time. it made her heart thunder against her chest. she stood there for a moment, trying to figure out where she wanted to sit. it seemed like students were kind of sitting everywhere but slytherin mostly stuck to themselves. as usual. she glanced over at the slytherin table, preparing herself for what she might see. but nothing prepared her for what she saw and how it affected her. cyril was sitting next to a girl and she seemed to be hanging all over him and seemed deeply affectionate toward him. he seemed bored but nevertheless, it seemed her roommate was telling the truth. she felt as if someone had grabbed her heart right out of her chest and stomped on it. and then laughed in her face. she inhaled sharply, not even realizing tears had been swelling in her eyes. that was when cyril met her gaze. she clenched her jaw, her chest rising and falling with soft pants. she wanted to march over to him and scream in his face and give him a piece of her mind. but, she exhaled gently. she released her clenched fists, crescent shaped marks in her palms. she had been gone for four years, of course he moved on. she had never told him how she felt about him. she wasn't exactly sure what she felt but she knew she never wanted to be apart from him. and she had never told him. she seemed to deflate, her eyes seeming to want to say so much but no words formed in her throat. she just shook her head and turned right back around, walking out of the great hall quickly. fred had been walking toward her when he had seen her standing there and when she walked off, he frowned with concern in his gaze. he then looked toward cyril and realized he was what made her upset. he had half a mind to chase after her but george stopped him. circe walked out into the hall and turned sharply around the corner, her hands shaking. she leaned against the cold wall, letting her head fall back as tears danced down her cheek.

she heard quick footsteps and she quickly wiped away her tears, sniffling. she looked up to see a frazzled cyril walk into view and she felt her heart drop to her feet. she wanted more than anything to run into his arms, confess her feelings and finally let herself be happy. but, she heard her mother's voice in the back of her head, telling her that she didn't deserve love or happiness. circe panted softly, conflict swimming in her eyes. her expression then morphed into one of pain as she looked to cyril. "when were you going to tell me, cy?" her voice shook and she bit her bottom lip to try and hold back the tears. she continued before he could answer, "you're a womanizer now and have a girlfriend. was i just going to be one of the other girls?" she tried to stop it but her voice broke. she sighed and shook her head, lowering her head. "i'm so stupid." she laughed softly, scoffing as she felt the weight of the bracelet become that much heavier on her ankle. she met his gaze and the pain was clear in her eyes. "i thought you hadn't changed, that you were still the boy i lo-" she cut herself off, tears swelling in her eyes. she clenched her jaw. "but i hardly recognize you now." she was acting out of hurt instead of thinking this through and she was distraught. she sniffled, putting her hands on her hips as she hung her head.

LADY LOVAXIA + ENGAGED TO VIKTOR KUNNING + NINETEEN

Cyane had seemed to have made regret and guilt common bedfellows. She had lived most of her life for everyone else. She had always wanted to make everyone else happy and worry about herself last. And yet, she held more regrets and guilt in her soul than most. She regretted the harsh words she said to her father when he left and she felt guilt, not knowing if he was alive or dead. She had screamed at him that day, telling him she wished he would die at sea so that she didn't have to live her life being disgraced as his daughter. She could still remember the heartbreak on his face. She had broken his soul with her hate and she swore from that day, that she would think before speaking every time. No one could know when they were having the last conversation with someone they loved so she made it a point to enjoy every moment she had. It was why it was so hard for her to leave her family and her fiance. She loved Viktor in her own way but she was not in love with him. She had simply agreed to the proposal because she was terrified of finding her true love. With kitsunes, meeting your true love often meant a death sentence. If a kitsune's true love died, so did they. They were more vulnerable in that sense than any other race and their souls were bound to their soulmate. It was incredibly unfair in her opinion since she had been content with marrying Viktor and being an average woman. But, as she stood there, she couldn't help but glance over at the man she knew was her soulmate. Kitsunes simply knew and she thought it was a cruel twist of fate that she should meet her true love here. She was engaged and this would likely prove to be a dangerous mission and she could lose him at any moment. She felt this pull toward the man, her green eyes seeming to study every aspect of his beauty. She wanted to know everything she could about him and she knew that was her instincts taking over. When a kitsune found their true love, it was nearly impossible to stay away from them and not want to love them. She had seen it when her father left her mother for his true love. She had been just a child, she didn't understand why he had left. But now, she did. She understood with all of her heart and soul. She watched the giant man, her heart thumping against her chest. She had no idea what her future held in store for her or this group but she hoped he would be at her side. She knew it was selfish to want that but she had not known true happiness since she was a child. Perhaps this man could be her key to being happy. She selfishly wanted him to stay and she knew that was unfair. As the Priestess looked at them one by one, Cyane tore her gaze from the brunette man. She locked gazes with the Priestess, who seemed to study her further than the others. It made her tilt her head slightly and she noticed Thalia's look of wonder. She smiled softly down at her new halfling friend, glad to have at least one person in this room that was by her side. She had decided that she would protect Thalia the moment she saw her, a motherly instinct to protect the girl overwhelming her.

The Priestess spoke, saying that she could speak directly with Galina and how the Goddess had warned her of them coming. She glanced up at the towering tree, her eyes sparkling with wonder at its splendor. She heard the Priestess say that their visions were tastes of the future that Galina saw if this evil consumed the realm. Cyane felt her heart weight heavier in her chest at this. She had seen her family all dead in her vision and Viktor had been killed before her by some shadow figure. She knew she had to stop this evil, to protect the people she loved. She may not have asked to be part of the Chosen, it was stated clearly in the name. But she knew that millions of lives were at stake now and she felt breathless. She stared up at the canopy of leaves that the tree provided and she felt the instinct to step toward the tree. She felt as if the Goddess herself was calling her. She knew that this was her fate and she could not fight against it. She didn't wish to, she knew she needed to protect her family and the millions of innocents at risk from this evil. The Priestess spoke, breaking Cyane from her trance. She looked toward the Elvish woman as she said that the Chosen were not just folklore like some of them believed. She felt her heart racing. This had to be a dream. She would wake up soon and be back in bed with Viktor. She wanted to believe that but as she watched the Priestess and then the tree, she knew it wasn't true. The Priestess said they were now the protectors of the realm and her chest rose and fell with soft pants. This was all so much at one time. She felt like the weight of the world's fate was on her shoulders and it was very dizzying. The Priestess spoke again, saying they needed to travel to the mountains and there, they would each receive a gift from Galina herself that belonged to past Chosen. She blinked quickly, trying to wrap her head around everything happening. Cyane jumped slightly when she felt someone put their hands on her, wrapping a cloak around her slim shoulders. She then looked to the tree as the Priestess told them to step forward and accept Galina. Thalia immediately stepped forward and Cedric curiously chirped as he watched her go. Cyane watched her new friend approach the tree and press her hand to its bark, accepting the Goddess wholly. Cyane smiled small, proud of her timid friend. Thalia then turned to the group, smiling wide and seeming amazed by what Galina had shown her. Cyane took a step forward to be the next to accept Galina when a voice broke through the still air.

It was the brunette man... the man she knew was her true love. He ripped the cloak off of his towering body and said he did not ask for this and he was not the man for the job. The air left her lungs and she watched him closely. He said to give his regards to Galina before storming off, followed by the drunkard hobbit. Cyane felt this pull toward the man with a thundering voice and she wanted more than anything to know his entire heart and soul. Before she could stop herself, she turned and moved to chase after the two men. "Wait!" She called after them as she ran after them with the agility of a fox. She came out into the hall and the hobbit kept walking, ignoring her. She caught up to the giant and gently grabbed his hand, as if she was handling a fragile child. "Wait." She pleaded again just as the man turned to her. She smiled softly and their eyes met, leaving her breathless. She gently placed her hand on his muscular arm, her fingers long and slender and feminine in every way. "Don't go. There has to be a reason we were Chosen, right? Don't run away, we could be something bigger than ourselves. Don't you care what happens to the realm, all those innocent people? Children?" Her deep green eyes stayed locked on his as she pleaded with him not to go.

VIVALDA WARRIOR + WIDOWED + TWENTY SEVEN

Respect did not come easy for Ragnar. There were few people in this world he genuinely respected and Galina was not one of them. He glared up at the large tree, his cat eyes filled with a deep hatred. He had once been a religious man and a faithful follower of Galina. But he blamed the Goddess for the plague that took his wife and daughter from him. Now, he held no love for the Goddess or the Priestesses or Priests that served her. He hated being told when to give someone his respect when they had done absolutely nothing to deserve it. He knew most people trembled at the thought of Galina punishing them but Ragnar almost welcomed it. He would finally be reunited with his family. He clenched his jaw as the Priestess stepped forward, seeming to drink in the various races she had claimed were the Chosen. He had heard tales of such a thing and he glanced around at the group. even if he were a religious man, Galina had chosen this ragtag group that seemed to not mold together well. Why them? Usually for missions like this, a handsome knight of incredible valor and a heart of gold was chosen. At least, in the stories. He assumed the same applied for a Goddess. Instead, he saw some shady characters and even a drunkard. The only person he couldn't see as a threat to him would be the tiny halfling girl and even then, he would never harm her. He had a rule against harming women and children. Innocent women that is. His rules would fly out the window the moment a woman attacked him. He was not afraid to defend himself. He had heard all the stories about the first Goddess and then Galina, knowing she had been chosen. He had read a great deal of book on the matter when he had been a religious man. But now, standing before Galina, he felt nothing but disgust and he wanted more than anything to leave. He had not asked for any responsibility like this. He was content with being a Vivalda warrior the rest of his days and never finding another wife. He had come into this world alone. His mother had died during child birth and his father had always been disinterested in his son. And he planned on going out of this world alone, even if oblivion was what awaited him. He turned his yellow eyes to the Priestess as she finally spoke, her voice warm and soothing. But he knew better than to trust that simple tone of voice. She spoke of how she was able to converse with Galina personally and she had told her that they were coming since she had given them all visions of the future and what evils awaited them. He rolled his eyes but he couldn't help but glance toward the halfling girl. His nightmare had been about her and his mother had tasked him with protecting her. He frowned deeply. Why? What importance was she to him? He clenched his jaw, remembering his vision all too clearly. The animated corpses of his wife and daughter and how his mother had looked the same as them but had spoken to him. He had never heard her voice before so it had been disorienting to hear.

The Priestess spoke again and Ragnar lifted his gaze to meet hers. She spoke of how some of them must have thought that the Chosen was merely folklore and then her eyes locked onto him. She seemed to hiss out that it did not diminish his responsibilities. He snickered, his golden eyes glowing with distaste. He refused to follow a path he did not wish to take, especially if Galina had paved that path. He had lost all of his love for the Goddess the moment she took his family from him. The Priestess spoke of how they were now the protectors of the realm, of all its races and he let out an audible scoff. No, he had not signed up for this. He refused to be part of some team that would ultimately fail. He had nothing to lose and nothing to gain from this so, why should he care if evil does control the world? The Priestess spoke once more, saying they were to travel to the mountains where Galina would bestow gifts upon them that belonged to the past Chosen. Ragnar's face crunched into a scowl and he flinched when someone moved to place a cloak around his shoulders. He felt the weight of his situation weigh on his shoulders and he was itching to yank the cloak off of his body and march out of the gardens, never to return. The Priestess told them to step forward and accept Galina. He scoffed once more, wondering if the Priestess really thought this was going to work. He could tell that most of this group, especially the giant and the hobbit wanted nothing to do with this responsibility. The halfling girl stepped forward first, albeit hesitantly. She seemed to be swallowed by her cloak and Ragnar even took a step forward, wanting to stop her. What if this was all some trick and she actually got hurt? He frowned at his thoughts. Why would he care? He was trying to convince himself to not let himself care and maybe then, he could revoke himself from the mission his mother sent him on. He watched her touch the tree and he worked his jaw. The halfling girl spun around, the widest smile on her lips and it caused his stomach to flip. He wanted to press his hand to the tree, just to see her smile like that again. The giant protested, saying that he did not ask for this and he was the wrong man for the mission. He spoke of giving his regards to Galina just as he threw down his cloak and the hobbit followed quickly after them. Seeing the halfling discouraged, the demon prince stepped forward and accepted Galina. He glanced around the rest of the group, wondering what they were all thinking. He locked eyes with the kitsune woman before she, against her better judgement, called out for the giant and the hobbit to wait. She then chased after them with surprising grace and disappeared from sight. He could tell that she wasn't abandoning her place, simply trying to convince the other men to come back. He looked back toward the halfling as she seemed happy by the demon prince's decision. Ragnar watched as the rest of the group slowly made their way toward the tree, accepting her and with the same smiles on their faces. The kitsune woman had not returned but he knew she would gladly accept Galina when she came back. Ragnar was the last of the group to not step up and Udolf was looking at him curiously.

The brooding man ripped the cloak off of his wide shoulders and glared up at the tree. He wanted more than anything to leave and never look back. But, he heard his mother's voice in his mind and he remembered the mission she had set him on in the first place. He looked toward the halfling girl as their eyes locked. Golden yellow met blue violet and he was willing to do anything she asked of him. He held his mother's promise high in his heart and he knew he couldn't back out of this now. The inner conflict in him was clear and he groaned deeply. "Damn promises." He grumbled to himself before he took a step forward. He then froze and it was clear that he was struggling. He wanted nothing to do with Galina but his vow to his mother was deeply embedded in him. Was the halfling's safety more important than his own pride? He wasn't sure. He shook his head and a frown settled into his expression. What was he to do? If he did this, there was no turning back. He glanced up at the tree, wanting to scream at the Goddess. Why had she taken his wife and daughter from him, only to ask him to serve and protect the realm? It seemed a bit cruel to him.

HE'S SO BAD BUT HE DOES IT SO WELL

the sound of footsteps seemed to collide with the excited voices of the students in the class, mostly conversing amongst themselves. emma stood there for a moment, her shy nature seeming to get the better of her. mike took his seat toward the middle of the class and she inhaled, moving toward the teacher. she walked in front of a fan as she moved and her eyes caught on a boy in the class. the same boy from lunch, edward cullen. the one who had taken her breath away. she felt her heart stop in her chest for a moment but she noticed his face form into one of disgust as he covered his nose and mouth, as if he could smell her from there and she was the worst thing he had ever smelt. this caused her to frown but she turned to her teacher, deciding to focus on it later. she smiled softly at her teacher as he gave her the assignment for that day, introducing himself as mr. molina. she shook his hand and gave him a timid laugh, "emma silvers." mr. molina then told her to take the last empty seat, next to edward. she inhaled. just her luck. the boy already seemed annoyed by her presence because she turned to meet his hard glare. she blinked slowly, wondering what she had done to upset him. they hadn't even properly met and he was acting like she had ran over his cat or something. she moved to take her seat beside edward and she set her bag down on the ground beside her. she tucked some loose curls behind her ear as she leaned over, grabbing her notebook and her pencil pouch from her bag. she then set them on the table, preparing herself for the class. she flipped to the first page in her notebook, dating her notes as she crossed one leg over the other. she seemed oblivious to her own beauty and how boys in the class stared at her as if she were the sun in the sky. she had noticed that edward had pushed her supplies closer to her, as if to avoid even touching her. she nearly scoffed. mr. molina said they were going to be observing flat worms, which everyone seemed to groan about. she decided to sniff her cardigan, to see if she really did smell. no, she smelled like rose petals and honey comb, a mixture of her lotion and the shampoo and conditioner she used. she wondered what edward problem was if it wasn't that she smelled. the boys must have smelled way worse, since some of them had come from gym class. she began to take notes as mr. molina spoke, going over the various attributes of flatworms and how they fit into the animal kingdom.

emma glanced to the side at edward as she felt his eyes burning into the side of her head. she met his gaze, peridot green meeting raven black. she wondered why his eyes were so dark, or maybe that was just his natural eye color. she wasn't sure why but she couldn't picture him as having purely black eyes. she stared at him for a few moments, wondering why he was looking at her like that. her heart thundered against her chest and her pulse quickened. she had never had someone stare at her like this and it was an odd feeling. he looked at her like she was something to eat. she looked back toward the front of the class, deciding to take notes rather than focus on the odd boy beside her. she took her notes with ease, already seeming to have an easy time in biology. she was smarter than she looked. she rested her chin on her palm as she wrote down the notes. she had never been so perplexed by a boy as she was by edward. she thought he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen but she was not expected this unwarranted... hate he seemed to have toward her. she was confused. was it something she had done? was it something her mother had done to his family? she wasn't exactly sure and she was cursing herself for not having enough courage to confront him about it. she was usually a soft spoken girl unless she felt that she were in danger or if she were backed into a corner. edward didn't warrant her wrath, as much as she wanted to question him about his odd behavior. she blinked slowly. the romantic part of her was saddened by his unknown hate toward her. she thought that, maybe just maybe, they could have had one of those romances in the books she loved so much. she imagined he was much like darcy from pride and prejudice, cold a broody but romantic nonetheless. she supposed she was just being too naive and edward was not interested in her in the slightest. she should have heeded jessica's warning. she bit the inside of her cheek and focused on her notes, deciding not to speak to him until he spoke to her.

DON'T FOLLOW ME, YOU'LL END UP IN MY ARMS

life seemed to creep back into jasper's heart when he saw her. he felt breathless. he simply stared at her, feeling things he never thought were possible. he thought she was the most gorgeous thing to ever walk the earth and wanted to know every part of her. he wanted to know what made her smile, what she dreamt about, what little quirks she had. he wanted to be by her side and be there to protect her through the hardships of life. it was then that he realized what had just happened. he had found his mate. he almost smiled. he never thought he would ever find the person he was meant to be with. he feared she had died before they had the chance to meet or that she would want nothing to do with him. as he watched her, he realized that if he let himself get close to her, they would be beautifully doomed. she was human and he was a vampire. he couldn't tell her outright what he was, not without the volturi seeking her out to kill her. he refused to let that happen but his body wanted to move to approach her. she had make him completely vulnerable, his soul laid bare for the world to see. and he could tell that two of his siblings felt the same as well. the three new girls were their mates, there was no way that could be a coincidence. alice stared at the swan girl, seeming just as dazed as jasper. and edward seemed disgruntled that the silvers girl was his mate. jasper knew it would be difficult for them since their mates were human. but he was willing to try. he would rather know her in this life, no matter how short her existence was in his forever, than never know her and think 'what if'. he felt this magnetizing pull toward her, feeling as if his entire life had been leading to this moment. he barely heard the bell ring until emmett shoved him. jasper blinked quickly, pulling his black gaze from the beautiful girl. he realized then that students were leaving the cafeteria and heading toward their next class. he stood and ran a hand through his messy curls. emmett walked off with rosalie on his arm but the other three siblings exchanged a look, all seeming to silently understand what had just happened. they all went their separate ways and jasper heading toward his english class. he felt as if his entire world had changed in that moment and he felt his head spinning.

his mate was human. that had to be some cruel twist of fate. life's way of getting back at him for being the monster he had once been. he clenched his jaw at the thought, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. he ran a hand through his hair once more, trying to decide what he was going to do. he knew he needed to tell carlisle, he would know what to do. he walked into his english class with effortless suave, making his way to his seat. he adjusted his jacket and tried to get ahold of himself. he couldn't lose focus. he was still new to drinking animal blood and it was dangerous for him to lose focus around this many humans. it was right then that the girl walked into the classroom and he froze. their gazes met and he felt as if his entire world stopped all over again. he felt the need to reach out and touch her, to make sure she was real. that she wasn't some dream of his loneliness come to life. he then watched as she approached the seat next to him and that was when he was snapped out of his thoughts. he was thrust into reality as soon as he caught her scent. he nearly coughed at the strength and he forced himself not to breathe. maybe, if he didn't inhale, he could keep himself under control. he glanced over at her, feeling her heartbeat thundering in his ears. he rolled his eyes shut and clenched his fist out of sight from her view. he pulled out his notebook, ready to take notes even though he already knew all of this information. he had to fit in, after all. before he could stop himself, he looked back over to her and he offered his free hand to her. "i'm jasper hale. you're new, aren't you?" he introduced himself with a small smile, seeing that she was shy. he clenched his other hand harder and crescent shaped wounds formed on his palms. he also wasn't breathing but rather moving his shoulders to make it look like he was. he hoped that doing that would overpower his need to drain her and the entire school of their blood.

HEAVE HO, THEIVES AND BEGGARS. NEVER SHALL WE DIE

*trigger warning*

pain radiated through margery's entire body. she felt her entire body shaking violently. it was almost like she was having an out-of-body experience. she could taste the bitter copper on her lips as blood stained her skin. she panted heavily, looking around with her vision blurry. her husband stood over her, blind fury in his hateful eyes. she saw her blood coating his fists and she suddenly realized that it pained her to breathe. she hurled over, coughing up blood onto the wooden floor. her husband sniffed in distaste and watched her with nothing but discontent in his eyes. she groaned in pain, moving to lean against the wall as she held her stomach. she wasn't sure what part of her body was in pain, it all just seemed to radiate through her body. she looked up at her husband, her iron gaze seeming to challenge him. he growled at her and grabbed her up by her hair. she let out s shriek, fighting against his grip like a feral feline. he shouted and threw her into his desk, causing his belongings to go clattering to the floor in a loud crash. the servants in the other room stayed silent, fear of the officer clear in their eyes. he made his way slowly over to margery as she struggled to sit up. she groaned in pain, having landed on her stomach. she wasn't sure what exactly was going on, she just knew she had to get out of there as fast as she could. she panted, looking to the side as she saw a heavy hourglass with black metal and black sand inside. she reached for it in one fluid moment just as her husband reached her. he grabbed her up, grabbing her by her hair once more."you vile little-" he snarled out and she let out a primal growl before she used the last of her strength to slam the hourglass into the side of his head. blood immediately filled his vision and he went staggering away from margery. she then looked around frantically, looking for something to knock him unconscious. she would have thought the hourglass would have done the job but he was tougher than he looked. she raced across the room just as her husband pulled his hand away from the bleeding gash on his head. "you're going to pay for that, girl." he hissed out and moved to stagger toward her. she felt her head spin and she knew she had to think of something quick. she looked up, seeing a bookshelf towering toward the ceiling. she looked back toward giles with eyes wide with fear, her heart thundering against her chest. the world seemed to slow and she knew that what she did now would set her future in stone. she then felt pain in her stomach that made her wheeze and she knew, her mind was made up.

"fuck you!" she shouted, nothing but venom and the steel of her strength in her eyes. she heaved at the bookshelf, causing it to creak with the movement. she watched as it went collapsing down to the ground, books flying everywhere. giles cried out just as he was caught underneath the heavy furniture. books scattered around the room and margery had to jump back to avoid being hit. the thundering crash seemed to shake the house itself and the neighbors began to stir. margery's heart jumped to her throat as she slowly approached her husband. his eyes were closed and he was unconscious. but still alive. she let out a startled laugh, almost not seeming to believe that this was real. her hand flew to her mouth and she let out a soft laugh, watching his labored breathing. she realized what she had done and she felt her stomach drop. she looked around the room and realized that the servants would be coming to see what happened soon. she cursed under her breath and moved to run out of the room. she moved with grace and she opened the library door, peeking her head out. she saw no one in the hall and she quickly slithered out of the room, shutting it behind her. she maneuvered her way through the house silently, all while avoiding various servants moving through the house. they were all loyal to giles. she panted softly, the adrenaline pumping through her petite body like a fever. she no longer felt any pain, the thrill of the moment took that away for now. she threw herself against a wall, her hair wild and unruly from being thrown around. she looked around the corner and her gaze landed on the front door of the house. she could practically taste freedom on her tongue. she saw her velvet dark purple cloak by the front door and she glanced around once more before making a straight shot for the front door. she snagged the cloak as she jerked the front door open, sprinting as hard as she could out into the streets. she was clumsy in her running, not even sure which parts of her were injured. she pulled the cloak over her shoulders and clasped it while she ran. she panted, feeling the wind sting at her open wounds. she paid no mind to the people walking around that night as she was solely focused on her survival. she wasn't even sure where she was going until she realized where her feet were instinctively taking her. the port.

she felt as if her heart might beat out of her chest. she was kicking up dirt as she ran, using all of the force she had to run as fast as possible. she saw a crew loading cargo onto a ship, the ship she had been admiring earlier. that was when she saw them. the beautiful person from before, the sailor that had seemingly turned her whole world upside down. they were shouting orders and making sure everything was going according to plan. she didn't even realize she was slowing herself before she was right before them. "please-!" she cried out, nearly running into the sailor as she had earlier that day. she panted heavily and tried to collect herself as the person stared at her with a completely baffled expression. "please, take me with you. i cannot live here any longer. i will surely die if i stay here, i defended myself against my husband." she cried, only now realizing the trauma she had just endured. she wheezed, blood still thick in her mouth. she looked just about the worst someone could get. her face was red and swollen, parts of her face already beginning to bruise. she would surely have at least one black eye. her lip was busted in more than one place and a deep purple bruise was forming on her jawline from giles' right hook. there were also deep bruises on her neck that looked fresh, like someone had strangled her just an hour before. she found it hard to breathe as her entire body was littered with cuts and bruises and bumps. her ribs were painted in a deep blue bruise but luckily nothing was broken. it was then that she realized that some of the crew had frozen in place and were looking at her as if she were crazy. she noticed the sailor hesitate and she reached out, grabbing their hand. "please! you can drop me off at whatever island you feel like and i can even pull my own weight on the ship but please, do not leave me here to be beaten to death." margery never begged. she was never one to beg and yet, here she was. she knew her life was at stake and her pride fell through her fingers. she clutched to her mother's pearl necklace, feeling her own thundering heart in her throat. she looked deeply into the sailor's eyes, a depth in her eyes not often seen in most people. "he could wake any moment and tell the officers what i've done, please!" she cried out, desperate to finally escape her husband's clutches.

☾ hope felt like a junior high school girl again, feeling her heart flutter every time she caught a glimpse of him. she silently studied him, wanting to understand him and how he worked. his slender fingers gripped the textbook with the gentleness of a writer. she secretly wondered what those fingers would feel like when running across her bare skin. she shivered. she had always found beauty in the oddest things and one of her major things were hands. something about the simplicity of them and how the veins would protrude in certain situations, it was enough to make her stomach churn. and not even because she craved the blood in the veins, she simply found beautiful hands to be an incredibly attractive trait. and it didn't help that this man was handsome in every other aspect as well. his hair was bronze in color and rather unkempt, seeming to dance this way and that. she watched him, wondering what he was thinking. what made him tick? what were his hopes, his dreams, his fears? she was so intrigued by him, which was confusing for her. she had never been drawn to a man before, much less a vampire. she often found herself hating the vampire side of herself, knowing what bloodthirsty tendencies her family seemed to have when in a rage. she never wanted to let herself lose control. it was why her werewolf curse still hadn't been triggered. she had yet to kill an innocent so that side of her still remained dormant. a part of her wished it always would and she could try and be as normal as possible. it was why she was going to school in the first place, to be normal and fit in. she decided to focus on her lesson, wondering about the handsome teacher's aide later. she needed to focus on school, not some unattainable man. most older men, at least in her experience, were often emotionally closed off and she had a tendency of choosing the wrong guy. she saw damaged men as repairable, even when they had hurt her time and time again. it was her forgiving nature that was a fault of hers. she didn't want to get hurt again so she knew she had to focus on school. her true love would come into her life when she least expected it and would turn her entire world upside down. she was simply waiting for that moment. she took her notes, listening attentively to what both men at the front of the classroom had to say. she glanced up at the handsome man with golden eyes as his name was spoke.

beckham knox. she could usually tell how old a vampire was just based on their names. she seemed to have a talent for it. she decided to keep her thoughts on his age to herself, wondering if he was one of those vampires that took offense to asking their age. she nearly rolled her eyes at the mere thought. she smiled softly to herself and focused back on her notes, wanting to remember what they would be tested on. she had always done wonderfully in school but she was anxious to do better than ever in college. she wanted to prove to her father that loosening the reins so she could go to college wasn't a bad idea. she crossed one leg over the other and sighed, seeming to be lost in her own little day dream when class was nearing its end. she began to pack up her things, shoving her notebook back into her backpack and picking her book up into her hand. she slung her backpack over her shoulder and was ready to leave the class when the bell rang to dismiss them. she moved to walk toward the door of the classroom when she felt a timid tap on her shoulder. the goddess-like girl turned around, her blue eyes seeming to shimmer like opals. she was met with a very timid looking girl who introduced herself as indie. hope could immediately tell she was a witch, all supernatural creatures seemed to have a distinct smell to them. she decided to be nice. she could use a friend and this girl had done nothing to warrant her being mean. hope smiled her dazzling smile toward the girl, seeming as if she just stepped out of some kind of romantic movie. "nice to meet you, indie. i'm hope." she said with an easy warmth to her voice. she readjusted her backpack straps and nodded in the direction of the dorms on campus. "do you live on the campus?" she asked curiously and then hugged her book to her chest, cocking her hip with effortless grace. hope looked at indie, seeming to study her. "what's your major, by the way?" hope wanted to know this girl quickly, to see if she was the type of girl she could see herself being friends with. she smiled softly, not seeming to sense eyes on her.

POUR THEM DRINKS UP UNTIL WE DROWN

rebekah was glad to see that the man wasn't fighting her, that he was drinking the water and eating the soup without hesitation. she didn't want to kill him, she wanted the information he had. and she knew that if he was killed, someone would come and replace him. even if he was gone for too long, he would still be replaced. it was a careful game she had to play. she refused to let her daughter pay for her own mistakes. she had gone into this industry because of the trauma she had gone through. every person she killed, she just saw her mother or she saw the various men that assaulted her at a young age. she would see their faces every time she pulled the trigger and she felt no emotion when she dragged their bodies to the person who hired her. she would erase them from existence and she had never once flinched. she knew most of the people she had been hired to kill had families but they had a bounty on them for a reason. the people she killed were bad people and would have continued to hurt innocents if she hadn't stepped in. she knew that so many people would see her as this monster due to her work. she guessed katrine saw her differently but at this moment, she didn't care. she was doing what she had to to protect them. and she would kill anyone that got in their way, no hesitation. it was how she was hardwired. the only people she felt emotion for were her daughter, katrine, and now wayne. she would protect them with her life but everyone else be damned. she pulled the can off to the side as the man finished the soup. she didn't expect him to give her any answers but it was at least worth trying. she didn't want to kill him, otherwise she would have already done so and left his body in the street. but she could see him being useful and even if he was a prisoner, that might be better than not having him. she knew the other hunters wouldn't care what happened to him so holding him for ransom wasn't an option. they would just shoot through him to get to her if she tried to use him as a hostage. that was way trained killers worked, she knew this all too well.

her eyes met the man's dark ones when he shifted to face her. she blinked, watching him closely. he spoke finally, both of their gazes even and never wavering. she noticed how emotionless his tone was, not an ounce of anger or annoyance. he was good, she thought to herself. he said that his coworkers called him fletcher. his voice was smooth and deep, reminding her of the way velvet might feel. she noticed that he was studying her, trying to finds any cracks in her reserve. she lifted her chin, pulling one leg against her chest in a relaxed position. he spoke once more, saying he assumed she knew what her husband did by now. she sighed, letting out a soft scoff. she glanced up at the destroyed ceiling, seeing the stars sparkle in the sky. "i had my suspicions before all of this. he was never good at hiding lies for long." she said easily, her voice unwavering and seemingly unaffected. she grabbed a pebble on the ground and tossed across the crumbling building, hearing it bounce off the walls and come dancing down to the concrete ground. she glanced toward fletcher as he asked if her husband knew about her work and she worked her jaw. she deiced to be honest, she had nothing to lose doing so. she could always kill him and all the information she told him would die with him. "not that i'm aware of. i've always kept that part of my life hidden." she admitted and ran a hand through her messy blonde hair. she sighed, hugging her knees to her chest. she seemed to be deeply reflecting something in her eyes, based on the deep frown on her face.

"Speech."

CALL MY NAME, I'M YOURS TO TAME

anastacia was never expecting to ever see klaus again. he was the father of her child, sure. but she didn't expect him to accept her or the baby. she was wholeheartedly prepared to raise this baby on her own. that is, until the witches got involved. and now, she wanted to run away screaming and never look back. she locked eyes with klaus and she felt as if her entire world had stopped. her heart thundered in her ears and she felt the need to run to him. she remembered all those nights they had together. the way he smiled when she curled up into his side. how peaceful he looked when sleeping, how he paced when stressed. she had seen all of that in their short time together and she had truly fallen for him. she was a witch so she knew exactly what and who he had been. but she saw past all of the legends about him, seeing a man just desperate for love and happiness. and they had had that. in the early mornings when he would wake her to the smell of bacon and eggs and the bright smile he always gave her when she wandered into the kitchen because of the smell. in the middle of the night when a random romantic song played and he lifted her to her feet and slow danced with her, even when she was half asleep. she couldn't help but see all of these sweet moments between them when she saw him again. she had seen a different side to him, the human side. he had allowed himself to be happy and he had left. without a note, with no texts or call. he had simply vanished. he had completely broken her heart and she wanted to punch him for it. and yet, looking at him now, all she wanted to do was run to him and kiss him. she felt tears swell in her eyes when she saw him harden himself against her. she felt as if her heart shattered all over again and she felt this pain in her chest. the same hole left in her heart when he had left, this emptiness and this weight. it made her breathless. she lowered her gaze, wondering if klaus had truly ripped her heart out of her chest once more. she had finally met a man that had been different than all the others and it seemed like he wanted nothing to do with her. was what they had just a game to him? she glanced up at klaus as he spoke, claiming that she was just a simple past fling and following it by claiming no offense. she sniffled, shaking her head as she look away. she scoffed at herself, cursing herself for being so idiotic and falling for him.

sophie spoke up, saying that the witches had a special power of being able to sense when someone is pregnant. klaus was confused and annie sighed, crossing her arms over her stomach. she inhaled, "i know it's impossible-" she tried to begin but klaus cut her off. she let her eyes fall closed as elijah spoke for her, saying that she was carrying his child. she blinked her eyes open and lifted her head. klaus, of course, immediately denied it and she placed her hands on her hips with a soft sigh. elijah spoke of how he had doubted it at first and klaus was still denying it, saying vampires could not procreate. annie nearly laughed but she bit her tongue. if anyone knew what was possible, it was the girl pregnant with a hybrid baby. sophie was quick to point out that werewolves could procreate and while magic made him a vampire, he had been born a werewolf. annie glanced up at the group, her hand pressed gently to the small bump that had been forming over her stomach for about a week. sophie continued, saying he was the original hybrid and this pregnancy was just one of nature's loopholes. klaus didn't like the sound of that and swirled around to angrily confront her. elijah stepped in and annie met his wrathful gaze evenly. he shouted, wanting her to admit she had been with someone else. she rolled her eyes. she wasn't the type of girl to do that and he knew that. "hey! i have spent five days held captive in an alligator bayou with my brother for five days. all because they think i'm carrying some kind of magical miracle baby. don't you think i would've fessed up if the baby wasn't yours?" annie snarled out, her eyes narrowed to slits as she stared down klaus. he was acting like a child and she refused to let him get to her. hayden stood close to his sister, nervously glancing between klaus and annie, ready to step in if need be. he wasn't the strongest boy but he had always been protective of his sister. sophie spoke, saying her sister had given her life to do the spell needed to confirm the pregnancy. anastacia inhaled deeply as klaus turned around to her. sophie then said that because of sister's sacrifice, the lives of anastacia and her baby were controlled by them. annie tensed. she wasn't told of this, at all! hayden's fists clenched into fists. sophie claimed they could keep them safe or they could kill them. anastacia immediately looked to elijah, knowing he would protect her and the baby, even if klaus wouldn't. she had this desperate plea in her eyes and hayden grabbed his hand gently. sophie spoke that if klaus didn't help them take down marcel, annie wouldn't live long enough to see her first maternity dress. "wait what?" annie immediately protested, looking toward sophie. elijah quickly spoke up for her, claiming that if they wanted marcel dead, he'd do it himself. sophie said they couldn't, that they had a clear plan they needed to follow and that there were rules.annie felt as if her heart might race out of her chest. she gripped to her younger brother's hand tightly. klaus spun around to sophie after a few moments and shouted, asking how dare she command him and threaten him with what they assume was his weakness. he said he wouldn't hear anymore lies, just as he was storming out of the crypt. annie gasped softly, feeling hopeless that her life was in his hands.

elijah spoke up now, calling his brother's name. they locked eyes and elijah told his brother to listen. annie glanced over at her child's father, her heart thumping loudly. klaus turned to her and she locked eyes with him, until his eyes drifted downward. to her stomach. she gently placed her hands atop her stomach, hope seeming to swell in her eyes. he was listening to the baby's heartbeat and for a moment, she could see him. the version of himself that she had come to fall in love with, his true side. their eyes locked once more and she felt breathless, anticipating what he might do next. then, his gaze hardened and she knew she had lost him. elijah smiled softly when klaus turned to him, seeming to hold out hope. klaus then spoke, telling them to kill her and the baby and then said what did he care about what happened to them. she let out an audible gasp as he stormed off and she grabbed her brother's hand, attempting to leave the crypt. "screw this, we're out of here." she said but the witches blocked her and her brother from leaving. annie swung back around just as elijah came to the rescue, saying he would fix this and for no one to touch her. she watched him leave and she hugged herself, hayden wrapping his thin arms around her. she sniffled and the siblings moved to sit on a bench nearby. she cried softly into her brother's shoulder as he held her. klaus didn't care what happened to her or their child. that was more heartbreaking than anything he could have put her through.

UNDERNEATH IT ALL, WE'RE JUST SAVAGES

low muse for him and i have a headache, i just wanted to get a post up. he's pretty much just doing what he did in the show and fighting niklaus and everything. time skip to the end of the episode when they go back for annie? and when they place her and her brother with esme while they look for a place to stay?

HUFFLEPUFF + WITCH IN DUMBLEDORE'S ARMY + FIFTEEN

Sorcha felt her heart flutter when Christian looked to the side, at her. She smiled gently to herself. She wasn't sure how to explain the way she felt with Christian. It was something she had never experienced, something that made her head spin. She felt so safe with Christian, like she tell him absolutely anything about her life. She felt comfortable him but in a way she had never felt with her friends. She craved being close to him, even if it was something as simple as their hands touching. It confused the young girl, not understanding why she felt this way about a boy she should as a friend. She had come to care for him deeply in these weeks and they seemed to have a deeper connection than anyone else she had ever met. They weren't exactly alike but they understood one another easy as breathing and that comfort was foreign to her. It made her want to dance around the room, not quite understanding what this feeling was. She looked over to Christian as he spoke up, her dark eyes watching him intently. He told her that her dream of helping her mother wasn't silly and that most people don't even think of others before themselves. She had to agree with him on that but she would always put the people she cared about before herself. It was just how she operated. She would always be the last one she would check up on and she often forget to take care of herself because of it. She was selfless to the point where sometimes she was debilitated because of it. He spoke again, saying that he hoped she didn't give up on her dreams while helping her mother achieve hers. Her eyes sparkled in the sunlight and she smiled gently. She looked back to the blue sky, seeming to lose herself in the clouds. She seemed at peace here. She was allowing herself to relax and just be free, a rare sight for the anxious girl. She was constantly worried about everyone and their opinions of her, as well as her grades and a million other things she felt were controlling her life. She was glad she could share this place with Christian, for this to be their little haven away from all of the chaos of the world. She wished they could stay here forever. She sighed softly, looking over at Christian as he sheepishly replied to her comment. She watched him with a soft gaze, noticing that her words seem to have really effected him. It made her heart flutter.

The young girl watched him with a warm gaze as he spoke, saying that he partially hoped that Aurors would become redundant, that there would be peace. If only so she could achieve her dreams. She felt her heart stop in her chest and she stared at him, as if trying to process his words. It was an odd feeling for someone to put her dreams before their own and it made her feel warm and tingly on the inside. She bit her bottom lip and looked back toward the blue sky, trying to hide her red cheeks. Christian spoke, catching her attention once more. She looked back over at him and she drank in his words attentively, feeling her stomach doing flips. He spoke of love like he had experienced it before, he sounded like he was in a daydream when speaking about it. She smiled, wishing for the same thing as he was saying. She just wanted someone to love her completely and truly and for him to never leave her. She happily accepted his hand as their fingers intertwined. He smiled at her and squeezed her hand, as if telling her silently that he was telling the truth. She scooted closer to Christian, nearly leaning her head on his shoulder as she looked up at him. She smiled brightly, their hands still intertwined. "I know I would feel alot safer in this world if I knew you were out there, protecting me. Even if I couldn't see you doing it, I'd know you care." She whispered, looking deeply into his eyes.

SAID THAT WE'RE NOT LOVERS, WE'RE JUST STRANGERS

circe felt as if she had been shot in the chest. she knew she had no right to be angry or upset but she couldn't stop shaking. she had no explanation as to why she was so... angry that some other girl was wrapped around his finger. she wanted to scream that that girl should be her, that she was sorry she ever left. it wasn't as if she had a choice but as she took more time to breathe, she realized that her leaving had broken both of them. she knew she wasn't much better than him. she had turned to men and her lust in the sheets to try and heal from the hole cyril had left in her heart. she had spent these four years aching every breath she took. and now that she was back, she was pushing cyril away. she was afraid, she was absolutely petrified. she was so scared of telling cyril how she felt, only for him to reject her for another girl. she supposed that was so upset at seeing him with another girl. she felt her heart racing in her chest and pants caused her chest to rise and fall quickly. she had been spun for a whirlwind when she had come back to hogwarts and seen cyril the night before. her head still hadn't stopped spinning since then. all of her pent of emotion just came flooding out and she didn't know how to direct it properly. so, she had lashed out at cyril for moving on. that broke her heart. she knew that she had no right to feel this way and yet, rage bubbled under her skin at the thought of him with another woman. she felt sick just thinking of the relationship that he and the blonde must have had. she felt tears stinging at her eyes and she could see cryil slipping through her fingers as he grew angrier and angrier with each breath. she took a step forward, wanting to heal this moment between them. she didn't want to lose cyril over the fact that she was jealous that she couldn't have him.

but then, cyril spoke with a venom to his tone. his words seemed to slice at her heart as his eyes challenged her. she let out a soft gasp at his sharpness, not expecting him to react in such a way toward her. he had always been kind and warm toward her. she only saw this side of him when he was protecting her from bullies. he continued, blaming her for leaving all those years ago. she felt her expression morph into one of pain and sorrow, a few tears running down her cheeks. his words made her blood run cold and she took half a step back. this boy wasn't the boy she had once known. her bottom lip quivered, knowing that he knew how deeply his words about her leaving would effect her. she wanted to run away, to go cry somewhere alone and never speak to cyril again. she knew he was just saying all of this to hurt her and it was working. she let out a shuddering breath as he spoke once more, wondering if he was able to find some kind of enjoyment in his hard life. she shook her head, a deep frown settling into her brows. this boy before her had become a stranger before her eyes and she felt her heart turn to stone. "girls are not your little playthings just because your daddy likes to shout and punch!" she shouted, shoving his chest. this was her process. when she was hurting, she would cry, then become enraged, and then become cold. she scoffed and looked at him as if he was someone she didn't recognize. "i spent the last four years, dreaming of the day that we would meet again. we promised that we would always come back to one another. but you make a game of breaking hearts just for the hell of it. that's not okay, cyril." she barked out her last words, her eyes narrowing to slits. she looked up at him, both of them seeing red and just lashing out because of all the pain they had both endured.

SAID THAT WE'RE NOT LOVERS, WE'RE JUST STRANGERS

uncertainty. that was all that circe could feel right now. sure, she felt anger and sorrow and various other emotions. but the main emotion she felt on the surface of it all was uncertainty. cyril was someone she hardly recognized and yet, she had this yearning to reach out to comfort him. even though she had been the one hurting him. it was conflicting and it was deeply affecting her. she stared at cyril, her chest rising and falling quickly with soft pants. she knew that she had gone too far with her comment. she could tell the moment she she saw cyril's face change. he had morphed into some kind of creature she didn't recognize but he was hurting. she had once swore that she would never use what he told her in secret against him but it seems she had broken that promise. she felt tears sting in her eyes. she hadn't meant to hurt cyril. she simply wanted him to feel the hurt she was feeling, which was unfair of her to do since she had never told him her feelings for him. she had never told him how he had changed her life for the better and he was the reason she kept fighting through all her years of abuse. she realized she could lose cyril and that scared her more than anything she had ever felt. more than her mother's cruel hands, more than the dark lord. she feared cyril no longer being hers. she inhaled shakily at cyril's words, saying that her comment was too far and she knew it. she did, she had regretted it as soon as she had said it. she looked deeply into his eyes when his voice dipped dangerously low. he asked where she had gotten her information and that he wasn't breaking daphne's heart. daphne. the girl he was sitting with, his girlfriend. maybe he really did love her... maybe cyril loved daphne and not circe. she had been gone all those years, he had every right to move on. that didn't stop from circe's heart from breaking in her chest. she found it was harder to breathe, like a weight on her chest. cyril spoke again, asking if she believed what other people told her about him now. she kept even with his gaze, trying to ignore her quivering lip. she had trusted what someone else said over him and she knew she would pay for that. she was simply terrified that his father had gotten to him and taught him that breaking women's hearts was the thing to do. she didn't want cyril to turn into a husk of the boy she loved, just because it was what his father wanted. she would die before she ever let that happen to cyril.

circe let out a soft gasp when cyril said that the circe he had known would have never done what she did. she felt her heart harden and the stone walls were built back up again. her gaze steeled and she watched him, unrelenting. she refused to let him see how much he got to her. it was something she did when her mother abused her so it was survival instinct. she felt immense heartbreak but if she pushed it down far enough, it could never hurt her. or at least, that was her thought on it. all circe could think of was that night on the train, how she had fought so hard to get back to cyril. that if she had been able to reach him, she could have been happy. they would have found some way to be together, even if they had to run away to do so. but that time had passed. they had both changed too much. trauma had molded them into different people and circe wasn't sure if their lives were heading in the same direction anymore. one the inside, she was punching and screaming from all the hurt she was feeling. but to the world, she presented a mask. a mask she had spent years perfecting, a mask her mother had made for her the day she was born. her eyes were dry, no emotion behind them. she had shut herself off from cyril. they had hurt one another so deeply in a manner of moments and she wasn't sure if they could ever recover from it. she lifted her chin when cyril spoke once more, saying that he didn't have to put up with this and how he was done. he turned on his heel and walked away, not looking back. she watched him go with a venomous gaze and her reserve hardened. she walked over to the entrance to the great hall, trying to decide what she might do next. she looked into the hall and her eyes instantly locked with the girl from before. daphne. she wanted, more than anything, to march over to her and slam her head into the table. just based on the fury she felt boiling through her. but she decided against it, blinking slowly and walking away.

she wanted to fall back into old habits, to get a guy that lusted after her to sleep with her. to have routine hookups with him and find any kind of way to feel numb. she wanted more than anything for someone's hands to take away the pain she was feeling, even if only for a fleeting moment. she knew it was irrational but it was her way of coping. that, and drinking and the occasional drugs. she sniffled and stopped in the hall, trying to decide what she was going to do. she rolled her eyes at herself and decided to head to class. the last thing she needed was to get detention from missing class. her first class was herbology, which she was actually excited for. she headed toward herbology, a swing to her hips that showed just how frustrated she truly was. she went about most of her day like this, coasting through classes with a silent fury in her eyes.

HEAVE HO, THEIVES AND BEGGARS. NEVER SHALL WE DIE

trauma and shock made margery's body shake. she hadn't even realized what kind of life altering decision she had made. she was strictly relying on her instincts to keep her afloat. she had a fight or flight response back there with her husband and she chose both. she fought back and then fled. she did not wish to die by being to death by a man she had been forced to marry. she refused to give him the satisfaction. she stood there in those moments of silence, her eyes watery with tears. she would be losing everything if she left. her home, her reputation, her family. she had to leave her younger brother behind. and as much as it pained her to do so, she knew that he would make her get on this ship just to be free from her husband if given the opportunity. the thick silence that hung in with the fog was almost suffocating and she felt as if it sealed her fate. she knew it was much to ask, to ask this stranger to take her aboard the ship and amongst the crew. she was terrified. she did not wish to die. she felt as if she had barely begun to live. she panted softly, trying to hide the panic she felt. she felt her eyes shoot up to the beautiful stranger as they spoke. the ship had a doctor aboard that would tend to her wounds. she nearly jumped into the sailor's arms, wanting to leap with joy. she knew that this was not confirmation that she was safe but she would take what she could get. she looked to the sailor as they wrapped their arm around her shoulder, albeit delicately. she nearly smiled to herself at the tender motion. she followed the stranger aboard the ship, feeling as if she was walking on clouds. none of this felt real. she feared that she would wake and be back in her house here, laying on the ground bloody and broken. with her husband standing over her with a wicked grin. freedom seemed too good to be true for her and just a taste of it was almost too much to bear. she had spent her entire life being controlled. first by her father and then by her husband. her entire life was chosen for her but no one thought to consult her on what she might want. it was an unheard of thing, for a woman's feelings to be taken into account. she felt grateful to just have this taste of freedom, even if was all she had. she could stay strong or even die happily if she got to taste freedom on her tongue. she watched the sailor give commands to someone else and she knew that they must have been the captain. she did as she was told, sitting down gently on the crate nearby. she nodded gently as they spoke and watched them walk away.

her gaze lifted, looking to the night sky through the clouds. she inhaled shakily, seeing to not feel the pain in her body any longer. it was if a weight was lifted off of her shoulders. even if her husband did capture her before she was able to leave, she would not regret running. just stepping on this ship was enough for her to be content. she had always been fascinated by ships and how they functioned. she wanted to ask so many questions but she knew it was best to keep her mouth shut. she glanced to the side as the captain approached with a tall blonde man she assumed was the doctor. they made no introductions but he immediately began to examine her. she did so gladly, knowing that she had never had her injuries properly looked at. she did as he asked, moving her arms in various directions and looking where he asked. she then placed her hands in her lap, her heart racing against her chest. the doctor spoke, proclaiming the injures he was certain of. her head hung, as if ashamed of what she had endured. several bones that had never healed properly, one re-broken bone, and one sprain if she was lucky. she lifted her eyes to meet the captain's gaze, her eyes swimming with various emotions. the captain took a few moments before finally speaking, saying she could stay. she felt as if she could finally breathe. she nearly smiled and thanked them when they spoke again. she could stay with them until they reached eleuthera? that's more than she could have asked for. she felt relief wash over her. the doctor spoke, telling her that he would see her at seven bells and she smiled softly. she then looked to the captain with a shimmer in her eye as he gestured for her to stand. she did so, realizing how much of a mess she must have looked like. she inhaled deeply and simply followed after the captain as they said they would bring her to a spare cabin on the ship. she followed closely behind, her eyes wandering about curiously. the captain's words brought her back as she headed below deck. she let out a small laugh at his question. her laughter almost sounded like silver bells, light and melodic to the ear. "no, i suppose not. i'm margery eva fraser, pleased to make your acquaintance." she said and stopped to offered them her hand. she waited for them to shake it and she returned the firm handshake. she smiled softly. "your ship is quite beautiful. i've never seen anything like it." she said in awe as she gently pulled her hand from theirs. she looked around curiously just as the captain brought her to the cabin. she turned to face them, her eyes shimmering with sincerity. "and i must thank you. for allowing me safe passage aboard. most people do not have the kindness to do so." she felt her heart thumping against her chest as she met the captain's eye.