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I want to see you, but you’re not mine.
The 1975, “Undo,” Album: The 1975 (2013)
Someday when you leave me I bet these memories follow you around.
Taylor Swift, “Wildest Dreams,” 1989 (2014)
— if he only knew the things she could see.
headcanons #1
would do anything to save his own skin, even if it means abandoning everyone and everything
while he occasionally regrets [secret] he knows he would do it again if he had to
throws himself headfirst into relationships, but will pull back instantly at the first sign of tension
a look inside: aaron james hove. 1/??. contains: his current relationship with Reyna ( @thereyningqueen )
“I don’t want you in my life, Reyna.”
“good because I’m done with you in mine, I don’t need you.”
I love her. But she is poetry and I’m just a word. (x)
(insp.)
...Than to be Replaced; self para
Not long after she left Aaron, Reyna was able to get a ride back home, back to her mother, who luckily had accepted her back with open arms and open ears, listening to her daughter cry over what she had lost, but also what she had gained.
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Better to Leave... ; self para
Reyna had met Aaron when she was 18, and for some reason she didn’t quite understand, she instantly felt a pull to him, he was everything she wasn’t. He was quiet, gentle, soft spoken, whereas she was loud, harsh, angry, and she loved it. Apparently he felt the same.
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I'm so sorry for inactivity, I've had so much coursework to do, but I'll be back in a few days omg <3
"Instead she became simply an echo in the wind. No pun intended. At least she’s at peace now."
"Oh I know, I really do feel sorry for her. Maybe they should've got someone braver to show up, pretend to be Echo and then we'd all be good..."
"So I’ve heard. Ooh, very original, but the underworld isn’t hell, darling. It’s actually quite a cozy place. I like it there, lots of people dying for company, or well already dead. It’s not about being the most popular, it’s just a way of staying above mortals. Cause we’re above them, sweetie. It’s a way of showing them who is boss, no one would dare mistreat you if you’re queen bee."
"I do actually know what it's like down there, I've been there. A bit dark but otherwise lovely. I still don't understand why you'd do that, but I guess it's whatever makes you happy I guess... I shouldn't judge you."
{?}—"You are certainly right. The fact that people seem to wish for everyone to be aware of their relationship seems to be a territorial desire to hold onto something that could slip away at any moment. Truly pathetic."
"Oh I agree, the fact that people want to rub what thy have in people's faces is ridiculous, because like you say, it can go in a flash. It's absurd."
"Don't kick me child! I'm not gonna hurt you." Dodging a rouge punch she struggled to keep her balance as her knees hit a stand of brooms and mops. The brunette fell over at the exact moment that Helena kicked once again and registered a sharp stabbing pain on her jawline. Bone connected with bone with a sickening snap as she went down. Eyes watered as a shrill yelp rang down the metallic halls. Rae was quiet for a moment as the taste of blood sweetened her mouth and begged for her to keep her mouth shut just this once in raging pain. Despite her body's fight she forced her jaw to move and respond," I guess.. for the same reason you don't. We're assholes," she didn't bother to make a move to pull herself up as she let her body slump in her makeshift chair of poles as she tried to ignore the pain her human body was enduring and willed herself to heal. Damn good shot.
Helena let out a yelp of her own as she felt her foot make contact with flesh, immediately crouching down in front of the brunette. "Holy shit, are you okay?" She asked quickly, looking around for anything to help the other with the pain of being kicked in the face. Guilt mixing with her hysteria made Helena burst into uncontrollable giggles, though she didn't want to laugh, she had kicked her friend in the face after all. "We really are, aren't we?" She choked out between laughs, unsure of how to stop laughing, feeling a certain weight lift from her shoulders.
Sneaking Suspicions.//Helena&Rae.
Taking the paper, she blushed at her slip of the tongue and laughed along easily ," Well I do love my stories. They really are something else you know? All that romance and adventure. It's better then any sope I've ever watched." Her words scribbled across the paper rapidly as she passed it back slowly as to avoid notice. Hephaestus. Aphrodite? And I think Zeus is here as well. Watch the storm clouds in the night. Perhaps the god of death as well. It seems to follow me everywhere. The evening's light seemed to be faded out from under them as she glanced out the window, eyes searching for any oddity. Nothing. Clouds approached from the eaves of the stippled builds in the skyline some 10 stories high as she smirked in quiet amusement. Perhaps Zeus-y might want to come out to play after all. His reputation precedes him. Dirty old man, she thought mischieviously. Might benice to meet a God as old as me.
Helena smiled slightly as the other spoke, nodding in agreement. "Oh I know, like move over soap operas! We got history coming through!" She commented with a laugh, before taking the paper back and reading it, sighing slightly as she did so, not seeing the one name she wanted to see. "Well we'll just have to wait and see I guess, hopefully we can find our classmates, because they have that part of the project I need." She commented, sticking with their cover as much as she could.
"Helena?" Her fire softened at the girl's image. Shit well now that's twice I've scared the shit out of her. "Jeeze if you knew it was me why didn't you say something? I could of burned you!" She raged with frustration at her own incompetence, but it would explain her need to comfort her with that undeniable thread that seemed to grow and connect her with every god in the city. The dirt on the Lena's clothes and obviously soaked shirt cooled her rage just the slightest until her flower reminded her of its presence at her knew with a gentle caress. "I'm gonna start calling you Hell if you don't stop provoking me like this she grumbled as she firmly grasps at the girl's arms and legs to check for burns.
Helena cowered away from her friend, not wanting to be hurt. She didn't want to be touched, unsure of what she'd do. As she felt hands on her body, she started kicking out, yelling to be freed, tears falling once more. She didn't know why she was acting so strangely, but couldn't stop herself. "I just want to be left alone. I'm fine." She snapped, taking a deep breath. "Anything is better than fucking Lena." She added, slapping the hands away from her skin and getting to her feet. "Why don't you listen to people?"