Charlotte Rossi

[clairvoyancx]

moreweaponthangirl‌:

Klara stops at the sharp tone, but she’s much closer to Charlotte now. If she reaches out, she could touch the blonde’s shoulder, try to comfort her. “Moved out?” Klara feels like she’s been punched in the gut. “I’m…” Of the house or of this room? She’s really not sure. “Charlotte, please. I need to… to explain. I’m sorry. I was wrong to go. But I thought… She told me… How do I fix this?” It’s a genuine question, as Klara flounders for answers. She can’t accept, not yet, that this might be unfixable.

“You don’t,” she says firmly, turning to look her in the eye. It hurts to be so close to her, for her to even be in this room and she didn’t want her to be. There were enough empty rooms in this house and she’s sure Klara could have any one of them. But she didn’t want her in this one. “You don’t just fix it, it doesn’t work like that. You can’t just say the magic words and everything is okay.” Her parents dumped her here, erased the traces of her from their home and wrote her pretty little postcards like nothing had happened. Klara left with a goddamn note in her place, and now she was here asking for forgiveness like Charlotte should just give it to her. It wasn’t okay, and she didn’t have the energy to deal with it. Not yet. “I need time. I need space.”

[clairvoyancx]

moreweaponthangirl‌:

Klara swallows tightly, trying to hold back the emotion she feels. If she lets herself feel it, she’s going to start crying. But she can’t. If she cries, she’s convinced she’s going to lose Charlotte forever. That her emotions will seal the deal. And after everything she’s lost in the last few weeks–the hope of something more squashed by Alisa’s betrayal, followed by the confusing devastation she felt seeing Alisa die–she can’t lose Charlotte too. Not again. She doesn’t know what to say to fix it, but it doesn’t matter anyway. She stops trying to figure it out when Charlotte grips her head in pain. Whatever kept Klara at the door instead of stepping into her old room is gone, and she steps forward towards the blonde. “What is it? What’s hurting?”

It wasn’t the first time. Charlotte has seen it playing over and over like a loop, fuzzy and out of focus at times but sometimes right before her eyes. Sharp and in screaming color. She didn’t know what it meant, she didn’t know who it was even though the woman felt... It felt like Charlotte had met her before. And it was the mansion, smoldering and bodies laying everywhere. Her visions weren’t like this, they were direct. They were to the point, as her powers gave her the ability to predict a series of outcomes but this... This was like a bad omen and it left her nauseous and sick every time. “I’m fine,” she says sharply though she feels faint. “I’m going away for a few days, you’ll be moved out before I get back, right?”

[clairvoyancx]

moreweaponthangirl‌:

Klara watches helplessly as Charlotte packs a bag instead of responding to her. She wants to protest, to somehow make her listen, but to what? To excuses about how Alisa got in her head? What if that wasn’t enough? What if it couldn’t be enough? She knows what she did hurt Charlotte, but she doesn’t know what will fix it. “Charlotte…” she tries, but words fail her. How did it hurt this much? “I wish I’d…” What did it matter what she wished? Wishing didn’t change anything. It didn’t change how Alisa had tricked her, tried to bring her back and then kill her rather than let her escape. It didn’t change that all Klara had left behind was a letter. It didn’t fix this.

Charlotte doesn’t listen to her, partly because she doesn’t want to hear any excuses but also because her mutation decides now to show her things. Flashes, this room smoldering. It flickers, the image itself like flames. She drops the pair of jeans she’s holding to grip her head, eyes shut tight. In the smolder she sees a girl, no a woman. She’s staring back at Charlotte, and she’s crying. She’s mouthing something she can’t understand, and there’s something terribly familiar about her Charlotte can’t pin down. “What...” But when she opens her eyes like it’ll make her see better, the vision is gone. She presses her fingers to her aching head, glaring at Klara. “I really don’t want to hear it, you made your choice.” But it’s lacking some bite, her migraine overshadowing everything.

[clairvoyancx]

moreweaponthangirl‌:

Klara looks down as Charlotte looks away. That guilt and shame that hits her… She’s never felt like this because of how she acted to someone before. For killing, sure, she’d had existential crises over that. But she’d never had to deal with a crisis like this before. “I hurt you,” she says after a moment. “I… I left.”

So she did understand. Charlotte thought that if she did then maybe she wouldn’t be so angry about it, and yet she can’t help the hurt that only grows within her. But she wasn’t a temperamental person, she didn’t know how to explode like most people here. Her anger was quiet, it hid and festered. She sets down her hair brush and stands up, crossing to her closet to pick out a few more clothes to throw in her overnight bag. It was a short trip, she reminds herself, but she thinks maybe if it seems like she’s packing more then Klara would feel a modicum of how she felt when she found her best friend gone. 

[clairvoyancx]

moreweaponthangirl‌:

Klara bites her lip, feeling the rejection from Charlotte immediately. This is all still so new to her, and she’s never had to deal with a situation like this before. “I…” Did she start with an apology? An explanation? She couldn’t just act like things were alright. But this isn’t a fight or a mission; she doesn’t know what to do here. “I’m sorry,” she manages.

Charlotte looks away at the apology, not anywhere near ready to accept it. Did Klara even know what she was apologizing for? She didn’t think Klara was incapable of understanding why and how badly she’d hurt her, but sometimes these simple interpersonal rules were hard for Klara. “What are you sorry for?” she asks blandly, before she can shut down completely from this conversation. 

[clairvoyancx]

moreweaponthangirl‌:

@clairvoyancx

Once she was well enough to leave the hospital wing, the first thing Klara wanted to do was find Charlotte. It had been so long since they’d spoken, and knowing that Charlotte had been… angry wasn’t making it easier. It takes a while, but finally she finds her friend. Worry grips her, but she has to fight through it. She knocks on the doorframe lightly and steps into the room. “Charlotte?”

Felix was going to take her on a trip, her cousin had gotten permission to take her out on the town as long as they were back before curfew and she was more than eager to go. She needed to get out of this place, see new faces. Breathe fresh air. It was hectic here, in everyone’s minds. Everywhere she turned she saw infinite possibilities like the future was spinning its wheel over and over again. It was nauseating. She sits at her vanity, applying a final swipe of lipgloss, when she hears Klara’s voice. Charlotte pauses, taking a deep breath and hoping maybe it’s just her powers at work now. But it isn’t, one glance in the mirror and seeing Klara standing there tells her that. “Klara.”

[excorcising]

sabrina carpenter

[clairvoyancx]

vampyrsluck‌:

Ever since they got here, they’d been trying to get her to ditch class. Every single day for six months straight they would stop her and beg her to leave classes just to hang out with them. Today was the day, and they wouldn’t question her eagerness. At least, they wouldn’t until the two were alone. Felix grinned from ear to ear and grabbed her hand to drag her all the way to the roof of the Institute mansion. Felix would have to remember to thank the person that brought this couch up here.

As soon as the door shut behind them, he sat down on the old sofa and looked up at her. She was the spitting image of his younger sister. Sometimes it ached to look at her, but he buried those feelings beneath his heart and made a place for new memories with Charlotte. “Do you wanna talk about it…? About whatever is bothering you?”

Charlotte doesn’t feel his eyes on her, doesn’t catch the familiarity or the sadness that lurks behind it. She’s too busy gazing off the roof, staring at the treeline like it’d give her an answer to the turmoil inside of her. When the not-Klara had come to the school, she was sure she’d confronted the way her own Klara had hurt her. But she hadn’t, that bridge still hadn’t been crossed. She didn’t think she had the power to do it again.

She raises her shoulders to her ears, anxiety making every muscle in her body tense. “I... I fell in love with someone,” she says quietly, hoping he doesn’t chastise her for assuming she knew what love is. She was barely fifteen, but she knew what she felt for the other girl was real. So real it was hard to get out of bed every morning after Klara had left. “But they hurt me, bad, and I don’t know how to tell them how I feel.”

[clairvoyancx]

vampyrsluck‌:

After he got lost in 1878, Felix made it back in one piece. Then they kept going back and forth between the times, and yet never stepped foot in the 2018 version of the Institute until six months ago. Sure, they was originally from this timeframe, but Felix didn’t follow his “cousin” here. Seeing her was an added bonus. In between classes, he decided to find her and try to convince her to ditch, mostly because taking classes at this level were pointless. Felix had a photographic memory as well as over five hundred years of knowledge locked up in their brain. Today would be the same.

“Hey, Charlotte…” Felix reached out and tapped her on the shoulder as she passed, “ready to ditch yet? C’mon, just one class…” @clairvoyancx

It’d only taken a short, maybe four minute, phone call to Charlotte’s parents to confirm that Felix was in fact her cousin as he’d claimed. She didn’t remember meeting him when she was little, but her parents said she had. In fact, they sounded a little strange about the whole thing. Something her dad said about being careful around him had made her raise her eyebrows, but her family had always been secretive. Ditching class with Felix seemed like something her father would be against her doing but she knew Klara was back. Any minute now she’d have to face her, the girl who’d broken her heart without an explanation.

“Yeah,” she says quickly, maybe too quickly. She clears her throat and plays with the locket around her neck before repeating herself. Calmer this time. “Yeah.”

[kacie-ville]

[clairvoyancx]

@offrosty

[mayaahart-archive]

[clairvoyancx]

@moreweaponthangirl

[fashionarmys]

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

Billionaire Boys Club (2018) Directed by James Cox

[clairvoyancx]

@ggargoyle

[inspiredfaceless]

credit.

[clairvoyancx]

moreweaponthangirl:

Klara shrugged. “No know. No know you.” She just wanted to go home. To get back to where she knew what was going on, not where a stranger was so angry at her. “What I do?”

Frustrated, Charlotte spins around on her heel and speaks louder than necessary. “Stop! Just stop talking!” She takes a steadying breath when she feels eyes on them, particularly the hard gaze of a teacher. Ms. Marie was approaching them, a concerned look on her face when she notices Klara. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but I don’t care. Okay? I’m done caring.” When Ms. Marie reaches them, she backs away. “She’s your problem now, I have to go.”

[clairvoyancx]

moreweaponthangirl:

“You angry at me?” Klara didn’t understand. She didn’t know this girl, why was she angry with her? She’d never met her before. Was it her accent? Did people in this time not like people like her?

Charlotte grips her books tighter in her arms, trying to rein in this uncharacteristic anger she’s feeling towards Klara. It was bad enough her parents had packed up her room like she was never coming home, she didn’t expect to feel abandoned here too. “Why would I be mad at you?” she asks sarcastically, pushing open the double doors back into the school.

[clairvoyancx]

moreweaponthangirl:

Klara could see the blonde getting angry, but her English was limited. The circus trainers hadn’t let her learn, lest it give her more freedoms. Lest she try to escape. “Not funny,” she says, stilted. “Lost. This not home. Me not from here.”

Charlotte’s brows knit together in confusion. Why was she speaking like that? When Klara had left, her English wasn’t perfect but it was damn near despite what she thought. This girl on the other hand... “Yeah you made it clear this isn’t your home,” she mutters, stepping back and shaking her head. “Right, just follow me. The Professor will probably know what’s wrong with you.”