┈◖ MAD GIRL. ❛

* ﹠ she swam for her life.  〉 indie annie cresta.

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█┇ ⚓  ODD FAERIE.

          serpentine irises gleam in the woods; it’s darkness hides her wicked visage that bore a resemblance to the monster the smallfolk fear so much; her horns, her wings —— it screams demon! ——and it hurts the faerie. so she hides her ugly presence under the foliage of the topiary as she follows the young maiden through the moors, her terra-cotta hair glinting as the sunlight bore it’s harsh rays through the veil of leaves, giving her a gentle glow, and the faerie found herself bewitched by it.

               under normal circumstances, birchalin and balthazar would have immediately thrown out any humans that trespassed into the moors ( except for aurora ), but the the girl she was following, the woman without shoes, the lady with rags for dresses, she passed through the borders unnoticed.

              she followed her; watched her mirth as she revelled in the rolling hills of the scottish highlands, watched her giggle as the ram trolls descended from the mountains, watched her espy the snow faery dance on the frozen lake. maleficent smiled from the trees. she was not noxious nor destructive. she was gentle — a gentleness akin to aurora’s. there was no harm in letting her explore the fair lands …

                                          until she managed to get herself stuck in a tree.

             the faerie smirked at this, unable to hide her levity at the silliness, but she could not reveal herself. she was a danger to the girl, and she wished diaval or robin were here to help her. in spite of the current inconvenience of the situation, maleficent endeavoured. she lifted her talon-like hands, imbued with the glow of her aurulent magic and simply blowed at it. the magic surged forward, past the veil of petiole in a petal-like dance until it touched the human’s leg, gently lifting her off the tree and guiding back down to the ground. and then she saw; the loathsome figure that was maleficent.

                      fumbling around to grip firmly at a branch, calloused digits scrape against the rough surface of the sapling's bark                    her breathing erratic now, at the thought that this tree would not be able to hold her petite form. but in an instant, her being is overcome by a   ( glowing )  mist ;   frail body lifted away from the predicament, and lowered gently onto the cool meadow grass below.

                    alabaster limbs scramble to regain their own movements ;   still quite shaken from the incident that had just occurred. but it only takes annie a mere second, before she's turning in the direction of the peculiar faerie.

                       ❛  i know you're here, miss.  ❜

                    rolling one of her ankles cautiously, emerald irises try and scan the area around her once more                         whether or not this was sacred, whether or not this could be a dangerous encounter. but yet, she is not wholly afraid of this woman.

                       ❛  please, there is no need for hiding.  ❜

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█┇ ⚓  CAPITOL DARLING.

                         her voice sinks into him like molten gold, elixir of the gods;                          her   countenance   shines  sunlight   across  his  face   and                          banishes  all the  darkness.  finnick  gravitates towards  her,                          almost involuntarily, because her pull is too strong to resist. 

                   ❛   the  luckiest  girl you  may be,  dear  miss                          cresta, but anyone blessed with your presence,  if even for a                          while,   must   have   gotten   a   kiss   from   lady   fortuna.   ❜

                        olive irises lock with his own eyes for a brief moment, before                              she pulls away from his   longing   gaze.  but yet,  she finds                              herself drawing closer to his form, as well.  he is intoxicating.

          ❝     you   flatter   me   too   much,    ' mister odair '.    but                    surely,    you     must    have       b e t t e r       things                    to do with  your  time,  than     s w o o n     over  me.     ❞

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█┇ ⚓  seavoiced.

                    alabaster digits cup around a miniscule portion of the live bait her father used to favor so much. he loved holding the tiny, squirming creatures within his palms ;   watching how they struggled to climb upward, and then slip back into his grasp. he believed it was a soothing activity.

                                           annie, on the other hand, did not.

                    grumbling softly under her breath, the peculiar girl dropped the bait into a separate container of tupperware. after taking a brief moment to wipe her hands free of slime on her smock, she blindly reached back onto the counter                 trying to grasp at the black sharpie marker atop the smooth marble, before finally wrapping her fingers around it. and then, she heard footsteps.

                       ❛  isaac? that you?  ❜

                    tone a bit louder than usual, she turns to face the boy she now knew so well. her only worker, really. but the slight solitude of the shack was alright with her.

                    with a little smile tugging at the corners of her rosy lips, annie nears him ;   only to plop the marker into his grasp, and then jut her thumb out in the direction of the container she had just left out.

                       ❛  label that with saltwater worms, please.  ❜

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█┇ ⚓  malifiicus.

                    calloused digits brush against beautiful blossoms that adorn the emerald ground upon which bare feet walked on                   drinking in the sight vigorously, trying to etch each and every contrasting palette that the moors had to offer, into her memory. but the efforts seemed futile ;   such beauty could not be remembered so vividly, especially on the eve of such a rushed visit.

                    for annie was not supposed to be wandering around the faerie's realm at such a late hour. her beloved fiancé, finnick, had warned her of the magic that lay within the forest ;   but annie was never one to be cautious in the wilderness. it was all she could trust, aside from her betrothed. so she had gone beyond the border line, instead of heeding his words.

                    which is how she found herself in this predicament ;   nervously gripping at a tree's bark, as she tried to figure out a way to climb down said timber. and it was then, when she heard a rustling behind her.

                       ❛                   hello? can somebody help me?  ❜

                    gulping down her slight fear, olive optics try and follow the sound, only to find a woman. a faerie woman, at that ;   with   { blood }   red lips, and horns upon her head. truly enrapturing, in every way. and also terrifying, as well.

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Can you reblog this if you wouldn’t mind having pre-established relationships? I’m looking for RP partners, but everyone I approach replies as if they were strangers, and my muse needs friends. p(´⌒｀｡q)

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█┇ ⚓  tridennt.

                    bare feet flop against the tiled floor of the home ;   well, more like a sort of cavern with certain commodities, but either way, it had to be   ' home '   to her, for now. district thirteen was the only hope they had left now. there was no district twelve. no capitol to look up at. there was just   W A R ,    raging on outside.

                    and to say that annie was anxious would be an understatement. she was beyond help, now                     calloused digits tangled into her long locks, tugging every so often to make sure she could feel something. pale lids concealing red, bloodshot eyes, weary from crying herself to sleep. every aspect of her body ached for him, for her love to return safely to her.

                    just as she was about to tug once more, she heard loud footsteps. people rushing in, people cheering slightly. cries along the lines of   '  we've won !! '   flooded in through her ears, but she just wanted to see one person.

                    so, she heaves herself off of the wall she had been leaning against, and lets herself scan the room ;   almost at defeat, before she spotted the familiar face she had so longed to see once more.

                       ❛                              finnick !!  ❜

                    olive optics barely have time to drink in the sight of him, before she's running to him ;   not even sure if she was breathing or not, but it didn't matter, not now. what mattered is that he was safe.

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             i'm in the mood for multi-para threads, for some reason. so if you want a starter, you should like this, or come into my askbox depicting a certain 'verse, if you want to be a specific cutie. 

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can someone give me a university football player and cheerleader plot where they’re not supposed to be together because there are rules with cheerleaders dating football players from the same university. so they have to sneak around and everything. then finally she quits cheer just so they can be together but he’s not ready to go public and be exclusive; so then comes along drama, and little schemes to make each other jealous at frat parties and (◕‿◕✿)

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█┇ ⚓  HAWTHORNE.

  ‘ there is absolutley   n o  reason to thank me.               i just did what i had to do. every other               would have done the same, i’m sure. ‘

                ❝     either way, i just wanted to let you know i'm grateful.                             not everybody would risk their life,  for  their  cause.    ❞

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█┇ ⚓  CAPITOL DARLING.

                                   the practiced, almost sickeningly saccharine nature                                    of the smile adorning his face disappears abruptly at                                    beholding her mirth                  she is nebulous. he’d                                    breathe in  her sweetness every  waking moment  of                                    his life if he could. 

                          ❛   well, i was actually talking about me.                                   but of course                you’re welcome to all the sugar                                   cubes you’d ever want.  ask and you shall receive.   ❜

                    delicate fingers come up to   playfully   push at his strong shoulder ;                         trying to keep it  together, but   failing  a little. the way he looked at                         her, as if she held the starts & moons in her grasp was so shocking                         to  annie.   but  she      {  adored  }      the   sentiment,  nonetheless.

                                 ❝     so,   i   can   have  both,  hm ?                                                  i'm the  luckiest  girl in panem.    ❞

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█┇ ⚓  HAWTHORNE.

‘ annie—— you wanted to meet me ?       what’s up with it,   you normally       never talk to me and now this ? ‘

                ❝     look, i'm not usually good at these things, you know, actually                            speaking up, but                              thank you,  for your help.    ❞

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█┇ ⚓  CAPITOL DARLING.

                                         calloused fingers turn the sugarcube in his fingers                                          over and over; finnick tosses it up,  catches it,  and                                          proffers  it with a  flourish  (always the  showman.)

                           with his signature smile: 

                                         ❛   here                       have                                                        a little something sweet, milady.  ❜

                     emerald optics follow the path of the sweet bundle closely,                          as the man makes a show of  offering  the  tiny treat to her.                          but at the last minute,  a little  { grin }  pulls at her rosy lips.

                   ❝     why thank you for the sugar cube, dearest finnick.    ❞

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█┇ ⚓  PECULIAR HEART.

          He’d only been able to watch about a quarter of the Games. Every           other year he would be forced to go the Capitol as the male Mentor,           everyone hoping that would be the year the pretty boy from Four,           the youngest Victor, would take up the desirable and confident           persona he’d worn before and during the Games until he accidentally           killed his District partner. He didn’t know her, and five years later he           couldn’t even remember her name. But her ghost haunted him in the           face of every Tribute, in the call of every woman’s voice in Four.

          For years, he’d been drifting and wandering and barely hanging onto           existence. He’d be silent for weeks after every Hunger Games, lock           himself inside his mansion for days at a time, only leaving to swim           or fish at mad hours and only seeing Mags.

          But now there was Annie, and she was different… somehow.

                    “I was counting stars, and then I thought about the sand.”

          Smiling as though that was an explanation for one outside of his mind,           he crossed his arms over his chest and backed towards the door, heading           towards the calling outside. The ocean always made the VOICES quiet. 

                    delicate digits brush back a stray strand of dark locks that had gotten in her view of the man. he was odd, that was for sure                 but there was something about him that made annie want to keep him as   [ safe ]   as she possibly could.  to help him through each and every tidal wave of pain tossed their way. the mere notion of this unknown affection unsettled her   d e e p l y.

                    even still, she continues her route to him ;   coming closer, until she's right next to him. not enough to be considered too much, but just within reach of him. a look of confusion melts into one of   ( curiosity ),  as she drops her bag onto the ground softly.

                       ❛  the sand, hm? would you mind some company?  ❜

                    the smallest of smiles pulls up at the corner of her lips. hopefully, he wouldn't   [ decline ]  her request to join him. she quite liked spending time with finnick, even if people did find it peculiar.

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