white flowers

amelia || 20 || demeter

[ameliaeu]

barrioseu​:

“ so you keep saying . ” it’s playful teasing , leo meaning no harm or actual intent with that. “it’s a shame, really. you’d have so much more potential if you were violent.” that, however, was a fact. as much of a soft spot as leo has for the younger girl, she truly believes that if amelia would embrace who she was, she’d be unstoppable. though as the child of war and violence, what other mind frame was to be expect of leo? “how so? i’d say it enhances the experience altogether. trust me.” there’s a smug smirk on her lips, always one to indulge in violence especially while training. she can’t help but chuckle at amelia’s confusion, giving her a small nod. “kid,” she says. “entonces me toca invitar a mi para la otra? como eres. va, pues.”

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Even with Leonor, Amelia can still feel that bit of a temper gnawing at her to let it out. She Amelia bites on the inside of her cheek and denies the other a reply much more elaborate than that of an eye roll. Who is she kidding? Especially with the hate-inducing woman standing beside her, she gets in contact with that never-ending rage within her, that cold, cold monster she can sometimes keep cages inside. “If I wanted to be breaking my nails by getting into fist fights, Leonor, I would be on that training ground, actually doing the training. Amelia states with half a smile– mood slightly lifted by the other’s presence despite of her anger-inducing song. “Ah!” Amelia exclaims, making a small note on the foreign slang she certainly did not learn from the Spanish academy. “Do you– I mean, ¿quieres... salir del campus?” She gives the other an innocent smile as her hands lace behind her back.

[ameliaeu]

It’s open mic night and unsurprisingly ( given just what kind of people frequent Gaia’s Grounds ), it’s a packed space. Amelia had found herself debating for a long time whether to make an appearance... but in the end, a combination of boredom and a glass of wine had made the girl just a tad more willing for a social evening. She’d arrived early enough to secure a spot on the side, closer to the middle than to the front... and so she listens as a young woman with pretty freckles unfolds a piece of paper by the stage and recites a pretty poem with cloud imagery. After the fourth verse, Amelia really can’t help herself but glare at the words rudely interrupting her listening, as she demands silence from the other with her index finger placed over her mouth.

[ameliaeu]

sms ↪ brooks ✨

virginia: do you still hate me too?

amelia: [ message not delivered ]

[ameliaeu]

eurui·:

damn. he’d been interested to see how long it’d take for her to notice that he had noticed - and the jig was up faster than he’d expected. he had felt eyes on him, a studious sort of gaze. and piecing it together with the movement of a pencil on paper, it didn’t take a genius to figure it out, and it certainly helped that he’s done the same thing before. “i’ll try not to think so,” he remarks dryly, sipping at the remainder of the latte in his porcelain cup. 

brows rise, neck craning just slightly to cast his gaze upon her sketch. at this angle, it’s hard to appreciate it fully - but from what he can see it’s quite good, and ruiqi is silently impressed, gaze flicking to amelia’s face with a momentary urge to compliment. instead, he tells her - “i do not slouch that much while sitting.”

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The dryness in their tone is not something that stings. If anything, it’s expected, given her own... not so sweet and friendly disposition. Even in Athens, sitting many minutes away from the campus she’s come to loath. Amelia rolls her eyes in response and rests a cheek on a propped fist. She watches them still, she realizes with little shame. Observes the way they near the porceilain to their lips, and the way the sit now facing her, and the way his own eyes study something. Not just something, her drawing sketched with thin carbon lines over thick textures paper.

It doesn’t happen immediately, ( more for the sake of keeping her shame somewhat hidden ) but surely Amelia eventually comes to cover the page with both of her hands casually thrown on top. It’s not bad, Amelia attempts to reason with herself as a soft blush comes to her cheeks, it’s just that it’s not as good as those from the art majors... and probably never will be. She hums instead, a reply at their slightly egocentric comment, “Have you ever seen yourself sit? In can take a picture if you don’t trust the illustration.”

[ameliaeu]

eudaxton·:

EVEN HEARING HIS full name fall from someone’s lips put a bad taste in his mouth, memories of his grandmother addressing him by it when he got into trouble, and he swallows it down as he stares down the blonde behind the counter, “it’s dax, just dax.” he says curtly while his long fingers absentmindedly move through his messy black hair, glancing back towards the stacks of books as he knits his brows together, “i was wondering if you had a copy of ninth house here…i’d prefer if it wasn’t too used, i don’t like people’s coffee stains or greasy finger prints all over pages.” the dio boy explained, moving his attention slowly back to amelia now, blank expression on his face per usual.

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Somehow, she’s transported into the role of grumpy librarian as her green eyes fall back on his, peaking over the reading glasses she only sports when in the establishment or the library. Dax. A smile even tugs at the corner of her lips as she gives the other a look that says cool, I don’t care. His request however, forces her to commit somewhat to the conversation as Amelia truly doesn’t want to find herself out of a job– much less out of Re-reads. with a tild of her head, the goes over the words on her mental catalogue and finally results to the computer on her side. The search doesn’t stop her, however, from making a remark on the wonderful display of character, “It’s a fairly new book, I doubt it’s in bad conditions if we have it. But, I recommend Amazon if you’re really that picky”.

[ameliaeu]

how are you pursuing your dreams right now?

“I’m not, my dreams have been dead for a while. Mainly because they involve me being human and not constantly chased by monsters or bringing about earthquakes to my favorite city in the world”. 

[ameliaeu]

barrioseu​:

“ you sure ? ” she smirks , “because that sounded as believable as me saying i’m mother theresa.” her lack toward violence being something leo can’t understand. she is hardwired to act with her fists and let the rage course through her veins. anyone who feels differently, wasn’t worth her time - well, mostly. amelia being one of the lone exceptions. their mutual disdain for their godly parents overpowering her dislike of those who don’t like violence. “no, i never said that but you’re the one who invited me - el que invita, paga, patoja.” she teases her.

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“Well I’m not a violent person.” Amelia lets out in a small fit. and then she hears the words escape her mouth and recoils at the utter lie in them. As convincing as the previous statement or maybe even less so. with a shake of her head, begging for Leonor not to remark on it, she says, “it would defeat the purpose of skipping training.” With a hand she waves the thing off ( if only her troubles could be wiped off the earth as easy as that ) and begins the walk outside of the training ground and towards Polaris. She looks back at the last statement with a question mark clearly planted on her forehead, “Patoja?” Amelia pronounces with ease, “Mejor te pago uno y tú el siguiente”.

[ameliaeu]

eugrant​:

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“You know me, I have a way with words,” she gives her a little wink, teasing her. If he can’t get her to share her ill feelings with him, then maybe he can annoy them out of her. For a few moments, he just watches her, dark brown eyes over her body as she focuses her attention at the very sky over their heads. Anton turns towards it as well and slowly, without neither invitation nor self-awareness, lies next to Amelia, face-up towards the stars and the clouds. It takes him a bit longer to realize what she was talking about, but when he does, he immediately tries to rally against her thoughts, to somehow defend the other side of the argument, but nothing comes out, no thought, no words, just a general feeling of bliss, or is it apathy, as lies there, a hand on the back of his head, the other on his chest, mesmerized by the freedom, the vastness, before him. Anton has never considered himself a significant cog in the machine, and he never intends to, already satisfied with just getting his few crumbles, pieces, of good times. “Well, I mean, it may not be perfect, but I don’t know…” He doesn’t notice himself shrugging, making a face. “It just feels perfect. This moment. Here. Now. Us.” He pauses as his eyes squint towards a lone star. Did he chance upon a falling one? Or was it just wishful thinking? “Lying here? With you? I wouldn’t trade this for the world, Ames.” Moments of genuine peace, far from the chaos of his past and present, without the need to make such a great effort to reach it… Anton rarely gets such opportunities. He closes his eyes, heaving a delighted sigh, as his lips curl into a warm smile.

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Amelia takes her eyes away from the starry night just as Anton sets his own gaze on the spectacle above them. It had been one of the perks of being forced to live in campus, she’d had to admit as much after a couple of weeks of this never-ending hell. The sky was darker and hence brighter than in Athens. Here in their own particular corner of the world, Artemis’ kingdom shone and she loved and hated her for it. Anton settles down beside her and Amelia finds herself gazing with curiosity in her eyes– such a carefree persona, he seemed to be... and yet he was not. The girl had prepared her shield for the arguments that always came in one of their conversations as if he’d convinced himself it was a duty of his to talk back and contradict and show the never-ending source of look on the bright side! Amelia truly didn’t know what it was that drove him to sit down and listen to her brood time and time again, didn’t know what it was that made him walk over tonight and lie down. Not that she was exactly complaining about it.

She's not prepared for the words that come out of his mouth next, they throw her into an emotional crossroad she can barely make sense of it all– even after three years of uninterrupted meditation. They sound familiar and warm, and come from a figure that is not so distant from those two things either. Out of a book, that’s what they sound like... and she understands them. The simplicity of the moment, the quiet of their surroundings, the moonlight and the shooting stars... the peace– even if peace has always felt alien in her body. To her credit, Amelia gives an incredulous chuckle at the last statement– surely he would trade it for a similar moment with other people. Surely. But the way he smiles and gives that sigh that is full of warmth and content in the chilly night... She hates it. Hates how he’s able to feel like that, to dismiss the constant tragedy that composes their lives, to ignore the knowledge of being nothing but a pawn in a game as old as time. The girl bites down on her bottom lip, threatening to draw blood as her gaze turns towards the sky again and the bright bright moon that does not smile, but instead smirks as if it knows.

[ameliaeu]

euvirginia​:

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AS THE GRUMBLE BELOW THEM GROWS HUNGRIER , vi stands her ground as hazel eyes drift from focusing on the blonde to following the books that fall from the shelves. the reaction of others being one that vi feels on the inside. the fact that it’s growing stronger, has the little voice inside her pleading for peace. to admit her wrong doing and apologize to amelia for pushing buttons she shouldn’t be pushing. except, she’s too damn stubborn for her own good. never knowing when to back down and much less when to admit she’s wrong. so she does nothing as she stays silent with a smirk curving on her lips. instead, she revels in the chaos threatening to unfold. that insatiable need to see madness around her overpowering any logical reason. as her focus falls back onto the blonde, expression unfazed as eyebrows raise. “all done?” she deadpans.

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The song of the ground is still loud in her head as her eyes regain focus. The first things she distinguishes is Virginia, that sweet girl that could fool so many– she may be defenseless when it came to her powers, but Amelia knows, Amelia has experienced first hand just how deadly the girl can result– weather she wants to or not... some days she really can’t say. A pearly white shadow transforms into a smirk right before her eyes, just as the outrage in her head becomes louder and louder. MORE, it demands but Amelia will not give it what it wants, not anymore. A memory flashes before her, one from a long time ago in another continent, a body lying lifeless under her touch. She doesn’t hear the other as she speaks– venom surely spilling from pink lips. Amelia just takes a deep breath and a step back, feels a headache bang against her skull. She takes another deep breath. Stop it, she wants to say, but words don’t come out. Amelia just walks to the back of the store where it’s quiet, hands guiding the way as they slide over bookshelves, praying Virginia won’t follow.

[galina]

[ameliaeu]

[ closed starter – @eudaxton ] It’d been quiet today at Rereads on Amelia’s lone shift. A small blessing from– well, better to leave it at blessing. With both feet propped on the chair she sat on behind the counter, she holds a paperback copy of Binary Star by Sarah Gerard and peacefully reads the printed words with her head bouncing just a tad along to the coffee-shop jazz playlist. And then she feels a presence from the other side of the counter and with a sigh she forced her eyes to look up from the white pages and meet the other’s, “What is it Daxton?” 

[ameliaeu]

[ closed starter – @eurui ] It’s more often than not hat Amelia finds herself strolling down the streets of Athens... walking past the crowded streets, getting lost in them too has recently become a favorite pastime of hers. The wandering, however, somehow always led to the same spot– the elaborate and over-produced cafés/bars of Monastiraki. It’s not late, the sun still kissing her skin as she sits in a table for two and loses herself in the background noise, the soft sunlight, the smell of coffee and her hand’s movements, small and delicate in an attempt to trace the outline of the stranger with their back against her on her sketch notebook. Amelia stays this way for what might’ve been hours or just a couple of minutes until she finally reacts– her body slightly tensing at the gaze that has now fallen upon her figure. She looks up with a neutral expression that only shows her widening eyes as recognition falls on the face of the model and former stranger. Lips part in anticipation of a response, but it takes her a minute before she meets the other with sharp words, “It’s for class, don’t think I’m obsessed with you or something.”

[ameliaeu]

honesty sunday !!

amelia // nicolai // mitsuki

[ameliaeu]

[ closed starter – @junexeu ] Amelia doesn’t know when or why her fascination for rooftops started. Back in Paris she enjoyed the late evenings sprawled on landings with a bottle of wine by their side and music in the background as they laughed and watched the sun go down... but in Eonia, it felt different. Magical, yes, but somehow the stars above’s lur became stronger– louder. Hugging her knees to her chest, Amelia’s gaze meets the glint above, and then it drifts toward the city and the glow that surrounds it. The music, the laughter... multiple night adventures that seem like a dream out of reach. “Do you think we’d die if we left campus tonight?”

[ameliaeu]

eugrant·:

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In retrospect, Anton should’ve known that he just can’t out-carnie a carnie. After all, he’s spend a summer or two playing at one. All but a distant memory, though, his rebellious childhood streak now replaced by a happy-go-lucky and most often irresponsible grasp at personal finance. “Look, man, it’s really all just a misunderstanding! How was I supposed to remember how many tries I get and don’t get? Besides, you don’t have a sign that says don’t bring your own ball! You should be the one paying me for emotional damages,” he continues malding, unaware that Amelia is close by.

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The girl overhears the unfolding conversation with a lazy smile and a bit of... glee in her eyes. Amelia walks over to the spot next to the familiar face and gives a click of her tongue in ( amused ) disapproval. “Are you really trying to scam this good carnival man, Anton?” she asks– not entirely sure where the conversation would take them.... not entirely sure she cared either way. She looks over at the man behind the stand– big, hairy and almost comically intimidating. Amelia can’t help but smile at the blatant display of stereotype in the man, however she turns it sweet and apologetic... nothing more than an empathetic bystander.

[ameliaeu]

euiker·:

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“I might have deceived you a little bit.” It was not his intention to trick Amelia into coming to the carnival, in fact, he really thought he’d be able to convince her without pulling a ploy. “Listen, as much as I enjoy hanging out at the library, I thought it would be fun for a change. I promise I won’t make you interact with anyone else unless you want to,” he assures her, half-smile playing shyly on his lips. “So, what would you like to do first? Except for the carrousel, I won’t do that.”

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Some classic clown-themed tune reaches her ears and the melody alone makes Amelia want to roll her eyes. It’s not that she’s... against carnivals. She doesn’t get many back home, but whenever she’s stepped into one she’s had a grand time. A carnival set in Eonia, however, is a very different story. It’s not the rides, it’s not the music... it’s just the people. Amelia gives Iker a look, as arms fold over her chest and she shrugs with an ‘I don’t know that to tell you’ attitude. “I guess we’ll have to go into the carrousel then”.

[ameliaeu]

eusoraya·:

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“ all you had to do was say the word. if you teach me how to make another french dessert in return, we can make it a party. ” and by party, she means a fun dinner for the two of them. she bites into a falafel. she bites into a piece of baklava, instantly knowing that she will visiting that stand again. “ this is so bad,” she says, referring to the situation rather than the food itself. “ i can already feel myself starting to get full. i don’t think a lot of this will be good for the cats, though. they deserve better. ” she uses her free hand to absent-mindedly tap the table as she thinks of a solution. “ you know what? i’ll shadow-travel these back to one of our places when we’re finished, and we’ll worry about it later. ”

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“Ah, bah oui!” Amelia lets out with a pretty smile on her lips. A rare sight, but not too rare around her current company. “I’d been thinking of making clafoutis next week”, she offers with a shrug. Her eyes scan the table once more, hand reaching quickly for a plate of curry and rice as she sets a spoonful on her tiny paper plate. at the mention of shadow-travel, Amelia’s taken aback, however she lets it show only as her eyes quickly look up at Soraya and then back down. She knows, it’s not a big deal and knows it’s stupid to get upset when she’s for once having a good time... but when it came to her feelings, she doesn’t really have a hold of them– ever. Amelia tries to brush it off, however, with a little shake of her head and a playful roll of her eyes. “Please, these cats are mostly fed on baked goods and I’m sure there’s plenty of them around so none of them become overweight. But if you insist, we can deal with... all of this later”.