𝑖𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑦

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@erosopen​

Stepping out onto the balcony, Austin was itching for a smoke. He tried to isolate himself as much as possible when the urge struck because he knew some people may find the smell discomforting. Usually, he reserved these moments for typing his manuscripts, but the opportunity to escape the walls of his room was too tempting to pass up. He’d barely made it through the glass double doors before lighting his cigarette and taking it in with a deep breath. With the view before him, he couldn’t imagine a more calming scene. Too bad his protagonist was left in a sticky situation when last he left off in his chapter. The master would need a little more excitement than this if he was going to be inspired. “We’ll need a storm of some kind...” he spoke mostly to himself. When his mind wandered like this, he lost track of the thoughts that stayed in his head with the ones that managed to tumble out in hushed mumbling. “A threat to his perfect happiness.” 

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willow-harrison-xo‌:

It was a late Saturday night and Willow was snuggled up on a couch in the Hub’s library. The female had trouble sleeping this particular night for some reason, so she decided catching up on some literature would be the best remedy. Her book of choice tonight was “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe, one of her personal favorites. As she turned a crisp page of the text, she took a sip from the glass of milk, and a bite from the chocolate chip cookies she had snuck from the cafeteria. Suddenly she heard some footsteps from the corridor leading up to the library, she had thought she would be alone at this time of the night. “Hello.” Willow spoke in almost a whisper as she saw a figure approach her.

@erosopen​

He often had trouble sleeping at night. Sleeping much at all was usually troubling for him. He was too caught up in thought to rest for too long. Instead, Austin preferred energizing naps in the middle of the day keeping his mornings and evenings to himself but remaining somewhat sane with the calculated sessions of sleep. There’s so much to do, he hardly made sense of taking the time to sleep through it all. Wandering around at night wasn’t exactly his first choice of activity, but it seemed to be the thing to do this evening. He was walking back to his room with a glass of water when he passed by. “Oh, I didn’t mean to disturb anyone. I hope I didn’t scare you.”

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ivyymason‌:

Her brain still foggy from the antics of the last few evenings, Ivy dressed herself and slipped out to explore the limited areas she could. It was quite the adjustment for her, not being able to wear her choice of clothing, or go where she wanted… oh well, she shrugged the thought and found herself a place to sit in the library. Pulling out a piece of scrap paper and a semi blunt pencil, it wasn’t the ideal set up but it was what she could scrape together. 

Walking through into the library Ivy flicked her eyes across the room and found a comfortable chair to rest in. She pulled her long red locks to one side and curled her legs up beside her, and began to sketch one of the people contently reading, hoping they wouldn’t notice. Each of the residents here were so stunning she was sure she’d have a folder filled with sketches of model-esque muses in no time. As she gazed up to continue surveying their features they looked up and toward her a little confused, Ivy smiled and laughed “uh sorry, you’ll either find this flattering or weird but I was sketching you?” 

@erosopen

One of the best things an author could do was read other books in their downtime. After spending much of the weekend outside, Austin was pleased enough to find a quiet corner to take a book he’d meant to read for over a month now. He’d submitted his latest chapters to the publisher, and all he could think to do while he waited feedback was to lose himself in the words of someone he admired. Since about seven that morning, he did just that. It wasn’t until movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention that he realized he’d been mentally away for some time. The master adjusted his frames and replayed what she’d said in his head. Hearing someone speak out loud after hours of reading to himself was surreal. It took him a moment to comprehend the verbal speech. 

Once he collected himself, a hesitant smile crossed his lips. “Well, that would depend, wouldn’t it? Are you any good?” Finding his bookmark, he marked his place in the book before setting it to the side turning his full attention to the artist. Austin extended one hand in encouragement. “Let’s see.”

[luthienne]

I am tired of measure, control, doing the right thing. A part of me would like to tear something apart and howl like a wolf.

May Sarton, Recovering: A Journal (via luthienne)