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⌞ 🍒 . thought a rich girl can’t cook ? well , she can’t , you’re right .
╱ 🍒 ↝ rose .
ROSE PULLED THE wine bottle back before eden could get her hands on it, her expression still playful. “ eden, sit –– please. if the other opals found out i was the reason one of our prodigies had pneumonia, i’d never hear the end of it. in fact, rhys would kill me for doing it to his opal in particular. ” she kept rhys’ name in every comment with intent, watching eden with careful eyes. why panic at the mention of her predecessor? hadn’t she known rose would bring him up –– he’s the easiest topic of conversation, a connection between them.
curious.
she looked at the topless prodigy, taking a sip of wine instead of offering it back up. rose patted the seat next to her and she waited until eden was seated before passing her the bottle. “ a debate? what was it about? he’s a fantastic musician, i don’t know if you have had the pleasure of seeing him play, but he’s excellent. ” rose thought it over for a moment. “ he must think highly of you if he chose you. rhys may wear his heart on his sleeve but he’s no fool. ” she took a breath, looking out into the water for a moment. “ how close are you and rhys? ” rose asked, her tone light but her question pointed. if her gut feeling was correct and there was something going on, eden’s answer would be telling.
( 📍 . ) how close are they ? eden sits reluctantly , fingers still moving to unbutton her pants as she looks over at rose . it isn’t her fault for being curious , it’s human nature to uncover & discover what they don’t know – & there’s no doubt she’s been quite obvious about hiding a tempting secret . all her life spent dabbling in temptation , she’s threatening to spill something she knows she isn’t supposed to ; what happens if she tells rose about rhys ? will she tell her about aurelio , too ? eden’s got a plethora of secrets she keeps close to her – if one comes out , won’t the rest ? ❝ i don’t remember , honestly . ❞ she scoffs , unzipping her pants . ❝ i pick fights at parties , useless things to argue about in kitchens & he was just , not taking any my bullshit . ❞
her fingers slowed for a second , she looked out across the pond . soft ripples danced along the surface , moonlight shining on the top layer to make the water look almost ethereal . how close are they ? she doesn’t know how to respond truthfully , she doesn’t know how to respond without lying . they’re close , close enough for comfortable silence , close enough to enjoy each other’s company without having any sexual undertones – they’re close , she thinks . still , it isn’t information she can willingly offer up ; the whole issue with the society & it’s stupid rule , after all . ❝ i don’t know how close we are , ❞ she sighs . ❝ close enough , i guess . i like him , a lot . ❞
╱ 🍒 ↝ audrey .
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audrey doesn’t remember most details from fright night. she remembers arriving, a few scattered conversations with opals members and her ‘regular’ friends, fragments of mischief here and there –– but not much else. when she finally felt well enough to sit up in her bed (another mystery; she doesn’t remember getting home), she went through her purse to make sure she didn’t lose anything too important. that’s when she found the polaroid. one of the people in it was clearly eden. despite her head pounding, she figured it must have been something important for the younger girl to give it to her. roused by a task, she slid on a big hoodie, sweatpants and sunglasses and set out for radcliffe court.
“good morning starshine,” she says as the door opens in response to her knock, her voice gravelly from apparent yelling from the night before. she lifts her sunglasses gingerly, wincing at the change in light as she settles them on top of the hood pulled over her hair. she waves the photo in her face, too quick for anyone to be able to get a good look at. “i think this is yours. i found it this morning.”
( 📍 . ) it was almost as if she never left at all , opening the door to her dorm room with a smile on her lips . the opal held a polaroid , two figures in the picture – eden , with another girl who held an arm around her waist . she doesn’t know who it is , barely recognizing her own self as she stands in a sweatshirt that’s ten sizes too big & definitely doesn’t belong to her . nonetheless , she takes the polaroid in hand anyway , continuing to look down at it before sending an upward glance to the brunette in front of her . though she remains all but clueless to the person in the photo , a grateful smile appears on her lips .
❝ thank you so much , ❞ she says , & she takes in audrey’s appearance . the epitome of uni student after a rager , eden’s smile widens a fraction before she steps to the side & opens her door wider . ❝ do you wanna come in ? i’ve got green juice that works miracles for hangovers . ❞
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⌞ 🥀 . adalines !
" why , thank you . ” she does not like her . she does not like what she has heard of her — yet , adaline ülker has always been one to make a final judgement by her own experience , and not by the murmurs of others . “ chloe is truly exceptional , isn ‘ t she ? ” the crescent of a proud smile forms on rose tinted lips . “ she will do great next year . “
⌞ 🍒 . her lip curls , her true feelings are rarely hidden , she doesn’t hide them now . ❝ it depends on your definition of exceptional . ❞ she takes a sip from her curly straw – childish devil , she shrugs . ❝ she reminds me of you , you remind me of her – i’ve seen it done before ; but if you’re doing fine , she will too . ❞
⌞ 🥀 . adalines !
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she doesn ‘ t like her . not what she knows of her , nor what she has heard of her . eden . the prime example of her circlet dropping the ball with their picks for this year —- she remembers her vote on the girl last year , and here ‘ s the outcome of her circlet , once again , not listening to her . now they stand . side by side , ordering different drinks at the same bar . a withering look . “ nice costume . ”
⌞ 🍒 . prime example of everything eden dislikes about her opals . those who seek respect without earning it , who yearn for attention to their commands without learning is not one to be tamed . she doesn’t know much about chloe’s predecessor , except they reek of the same rotten air – tainted lineage , eden couldn’t care less . ❝ you sound just like your prodigy . ❞ she hums .
⌞ 🥀 . rhystcylor !
HE’S TAKEN ABACK by her emotions. it’s always rhys playing the role of feeling too much. he’s always been the more sentimental, willing to let his eyes well up with tears at a london airport or letting gentle TOUCHES speak louder than any sort of vow could. it’s always been him— born from a mother so desperate to cling onto the image of a happy marriage that she won’t accept the frail and defeated one at her fingertips, rhys is destined to be the one that loves too much. heartache is in his system, fragility inherited like brown eyes, no matter how many people he meets and falls for, it’s always a shock to his system to feel reciprocation. and with eden, he almost doesn’t fully believe it. not in that she’d lie to him, she has no reason to— it’s just hard to believe. like, why him? why her?
he pulls away from her, almost a pang of pain seeping into his lungs while his hands rest on her waist. lips a bit swelled, her lipstick stain on his lips and neck, liquor and molly still coursing through his system, rhys looks at her with slight concern. a crease forms between his brows and he nods. the sound of laughter around the corner causes him to straighten his posture, hands instantly at his sides as he looks in the direction. the laughter decrescendos as it travels up the stairs once more and he turns back to eden. “yeah, yes,” he answers rather abruptly, the words tumbling out of his mouth sloppily. “i promise. we’re smart, you and me, we’ll figure this out. we’ll outsmart the system.” he moves his hand to the side of her face, fingers tender against her cheek. “i promise, eden, you won’t know peace with me.”
⌞ 🍒 . peace , something she’s never known . offered to her by the king & queen of the heavens , they ruled over an entire pantheon in order to bring her peace of mind & eden chose to reject it . escaped the garden of eden after narrowly losing a war , she’s only ever brought on chaos & destruction – not only for herself but everyone around her . heaven knows she’s never left a person whole , collected pieces of their souls like a reaper in order to fulfill herself ; their broken coals stoke her fire , like a witch searching for ingredients to a potion for immortality . he jumps from her at the sound of human life , while she wants him closer , palms still against his chest – she observes him in the dimness ; all the ruins she’s walked through & made , she hopes she never ruins him . every prayer she can think of shoots into the heavens , empty throne rooms void of gods that she’s killed , but she prays she never leaves him in the rubble of his own palace .
❝ i don’t need peace if you’re by my side . ❞ she murmurs . warrior who’s only ever known battle , lets herself be held by a king ; she lets him strip her of her armor to deliver a promise that she’ll hold dearly . it almost doesn’t matter what happens anymore , because she’s got him now – it’s like she can face her worst enemies without any trace of fear , face the society & take everything she wants from it – simply because he’s promised her . gone , her needs to resolve lust in others’ arms . gone are her wishes to plant kisses onto others’ necks – she doesn’t need the empty shells of other people when she has him . once more , she looks down the empty halls of the catacombs before closing the gap – jumps the bridge to land on solid ground – eden kisses him fully . passion & lust & emotion laced into a single , swift movement while she pulls him in closer to her , chest flush with his .
⌞ 🥀 . ambvrs !
all hallows eve is not the same as other holiday counterparts, there’s no dangling mistletoe to prompt lips against another. instead it is unprompted, and alcohol fueled. not that many people needed much of a reason to find their bodies pressed together. a holiday that lacked the innocence it once held in childhood, replaced instead by reckless behavior, reckless bodies, and shorter hemlines. neither an unenjoyable experience, really. glass filled with amber liquid rests daintily in her grasp, swirling absently while she mulled over the word’s of the ruby prodigy. a honeyed - tongued temptress, eager to push limits of her own. ❝ it’s only not friendly if you make it so, ❞ it’s offered pointedly, tone laced with unsuspecting innocence, even as her own lips curled upward in coy smirk. a fae all too familiar with what happened at the end of an empty bottle, a place where the line between friendship and lust is easily blurred. perhaps that’s why it’s so easy for her to flirt it, regardless who was on the receiving end. a pretty face, a charming personality. that was all it took, really, and it just so happened that eden possessed both. still, she has to suppress the urge to roll her eyes at fellow circlet member, even if her tone is expectedly teasing. nonetheless, it was more than enough to bring familiar heat to already flush - hued cheeks. ❝ oh, come now, eden, ❞ she hummed, glass raised to her lips. ❝ why would i ever make it that simple for you to give me a kiss ? really takes all the fun out of it, don’t you think ? ❞
⌞ 🍒 . her one skill , the recognition of sin . daughter of demons , raised to find like minded individuals whose skin was dipped in the mud , who’ve had to taste every single sin mankind had to offer to survive – halloween often brought out the filthiest their kind had to offer . people like her , who lingered on the edge of company on fright night – the kinds of people that offered a night of danger in exchange for souls . she looks josie in the eye , there’s a streak of hellfire in her – wisdom written in a coy smile . the fae are all knowing after all , dangerous in their stunning beauty & twisted riddles . ❝ what’s ever friendly about lust , josie ? ❞ her voice dips into sultry , she reaches out to tuck a finger under tinkerbell’s chin before lowering her finger . she raised her cup to her lips to complete her drink before looking away from josie for a bottle , for some willing participants . she looks back at the femme at her sentence , eyes squint at the challenge – there’s enough lust in both of them for the entire rooftop , maybe for everyone in the party . ❝ playing hard to get isn’t my thing . ❞ she informs . ❝ if you want it , you’ve gotta ask nicely . ❞
⌞ 🥀 . dantesinfcrno !
* !!! ––– eden had the confidence of a chaos-bringer, a spirit that had been stripped of its holiness, dragged through filth, but still brought victories home. her fangs were sharper, deadlier: young beast, fighting for a reason to live. dante only searches for answers: should i yield? as his scars start to run deeper, as his eyes start to lose focus. has my time to surrender finally come? as ancient lullabies echo on hollow ears. has my kingdom burned to the ground on my name? as a volcano erupts in the valleys of his chest. he reaches for eden’s hand, a trembling flower bound to die as soon as snow comes –– but that doesn’t, shattered corpse with moonlight in his petals. –––– i am no more. –––– his whisper is merely another breeze, lost in the midst of an autumn night. chthonic star, tethered to the undead. the emerald intertwines their fingers, a serpent smothering his spine, hissing. –––– you’re much stronger than i am, sweet miscreant. you are capable of destroying worlds. –––– he lays down by her side, their hairs mixing together, dirtied halos. –––– are we villains, angels, or demons? –––– he questions eden, interrogates the stars whose dust remain on their bones. inhuman curses forged with gilded terror, they do not need much to understand one another, for the tragedy they share is much the same. –––– for you, i’ll be an accomplice. have me as your ghost, and you shall not pass. –––– dante offers loyalty without asking for reciprocation; makes a blood oath, hopes for a bullet, does not bat an eye. you deserve to live more than i do, is the underlying motif of all his words: saving for all, except himself. he smiles at her, one breath expanding his lungs. his heart still beats, but at what cost? i want to disappear into the woods, he wishes to confess, but holds his sins near his chest, does not give them out, i want to become wild boy, ferocious wolf. i hope to never turn back to the living. he doesn’t pick up the pieces as she commands, instead giving up on them entirely: his life is but a cruel joke in which he relentlessly hunts down hearts, tries to claim them as his own, forces his beast to become home. foolish, is what his mother would say, a myth amongst mortals, heroine that did not give in to the passion of a god. galatea did not possess human shards: marble void, everything her son could not be. dante curls up to eden’s side, embracing her even though they’re both cold. is this a pain she can understand? he wonders, quiet galaxies dying out in his eyes. –––– i am with you. –––– dante murmurs next to her ear, kisses her temple, nominates her his daughter. –––– no harm will come your way, darling, not when i’m here. –––– in the black hole of his irises, a promise made with hellfire. a passion shared by devils, sitting upon thrones of skeletons & pestilence. –––– we are ghosts, and we will conquer.
⌞ 🍒 . so many times , her foes have tried to silence her . palms of firestone have hovered over her , clasped over her mouth & tried to diminish her spirit . all their efforts gone to waste , she holds a psyche so bright even the gods must cover their eyes – all who’ve dared to cross her have been taught a lesson by her soul : that brightness doesn’t always equate to divinity . even moonlight can be lethal , poured onto men who shift in the night , cursing eyes who look upon sanctity they aren’t supposed to witness – there is so much danger in what they like to deem holy ; she isn’t something to be tamed , she’s an earth shaker with a trident in her hand & a horned crown on her head . villainous with the echo of every step she takes playing in every temple , head raised to meet the stone eyes of a sculpted king – devil with a sharp jaw , sharp nails , sharp tongue ; turned her back a long time ago while making sure to leave no temple standing . dante’s fallen from grace , risen from hell – opposite actions , same consequence . flung from the heavens & expelled from the depths , he stands on earth as both angel & demon remnant ; angel wings torn from his back , horns carved from his temples , rebuked by both god & lucifer – how heavy it is , the weight of homelessness & failure . her fingers intertwine with his , her palm is eerily cold but she squeezes his hand anyway . eden doesn’t cry , tears are very rarely shed by beasts . yet , her eyes have watered at his words , a crestfallen poet who hands her a blessing she didn’t know she needed . he speaks in gold , showers her with wealth & love she hasn’t ever been shown in her life – he’s given up , but not on her . in a lifetime filled with next to nobody in her corner , she’s learned how to battle cry herself – how to scream loud enough to scare away entire armies ; how comforting it is to have someone’s cry mixed with her own . now she knows why her enemies have always had their armies , there’s strength in numbers that she never understood . ❝ be with me . ❞ she repeats , maybe an order , if she ever held any power . ❝ i’m villain , but you are neither that , or angel , or demon . ❞ her head’s tilted toward him , ring brought down to rest on her chest . ❝ you’re a fallen – it doesn’t mean you won’t ascend again . ❞
Non-Stop - Hamilton (2015) // peace - Taylor Swift (2020)
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⌞ 🥀 . rhystcylor !
DISTANCE MAKES THE heart grow fonder, doesn’t it? you can only crave what you once had, and the desire for eden goes beyond her touch. it’s just having her around, listening to her speak, hearing her soft laugh that crackled in the quiet of the night. he wants to be wanted by her, so desperately does he crave mutual attraction it’s almost absurd. he’s never known how much he’s invested in eden, just how much of a SUCKER he is until he couldn’t have her. he’d do anything. in this moment, right now, he thinks he’d do just about anything she asks. so, when she tells him not to leave her, he doesn’t think twice about it.
the way she kisses him so sweetly is almost a relief, in a way, natural like the rising tide. if she’s the moon, he’s the tides that pull at her beckoning. he sets her back on her feet carefully, hands now on her waist before they move up her body to cup her face. “i won’t.” he pauses, his eyes frantically studying her features. CARVED out of marble, so fucking flawless even with crimson lipstick smudged like a wine stain. he pulls her in and kisses her back, lips connecting with a sharp inhale through his nose. adrenaline grips his heart and shakes it, the beating rapid in his ears. “we can do this. we can make this work. fuck everything else, eden. i mean it,” he mutters in between kisses. his lips trail on her cheek to her jawline, then her neck. “NO ONE can know. no one will know.”
⌞ 🍒 . ❛ we can make it work . she’s sprinted across the world to avoid commitment , left nothing but dust in the rearview mirror with a somber laugh that forces its way out of her throat . ironic , how she’s only ever seen venus in water surfaces & glossy reflections but she’s never held down a relationship that’s mattered . make it work – dated a rising star in her mother’s company for the status , for the image . make it work – dumped a fortune 500 heir when she got bored of her fashion shows & catalogues . make it work – eden’s never even bothered to try , ran barefoot through the woods instead of embracing civility in the villages . she won’t claim being tamed now , instead , she’ll allow herself to be loved as beast – because that’s what he does . he sees her in all her bloody glory , with red stained hands & feral eyes & he still chooses to love her ; he knows of all the red in her ledger , has seen every flag she’s raised in warning & chosen to stay . rhys hasn’t decided to make her docile , he’s only embraced her whole & still wants to hand her the sun . she never knew she was lovable like that ; she never thought she was capable .
for the first time in her life , because of him , she wants to make it work . feet meet the ground , connect with gaia & she knows she wants to put in the effort & do the one thing she’s never done in love – TRY . every kiss he gives her strengthens the proposal , his palms against her cheek electrify her will , how he looks at her makes her confident that she can conquer any world she steps foot in . ❝ promise me . ❞ she sighs , breathless as her eyelids fall shut – his kisses trail to her neck , her fingers explore his body the way she’s wanted to for a month . ❝ we’ll make it work , promise it . ❞ sheer emotion in her words , she knows how vulnerable how she is in the moment , how desperate she is for him to stay . if he doesn’t , eden doesn’t know if she’ll recover .
⌞ 🥀 . ofginevra !
𝑶𝑵𝑪𝑬 , 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑮𝑶 , 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 was an allure within the forbidden , clouded mind turning the prodigy into something seraphic as lips met her own and ginevra felt tempted to keep her close , to savor the taste of freedom in one broken rule , one escapade ─── until reality came crashing down in the form of reason breaking through the cloud of desire that threatened to mask her thoughts under a crimson fog . contessina , compliant and innocent , she was always the clever one among peers of similar lineage . rules followed until she was old enough to break them selectively and in secret ( never in a bar , never with someone she would see again ) , head kept down until the handles of a golden clock struck the time of her liberation from a gilded cage , the release from endless expectations . would such a time ever come , when those who trail in front of her have never been suited to wear the crown , or is she meant to accept her fate and live with restraints on her wrists ? would it be so bad , to spend the rest of her life with her head bowed when the crown atop her head , though sharp and drawing droplets of ichor at times , carries such power ? ruby lips beckon forwards , black lace begs to be touched ─── but there is nothing intriguing about the forbidden anymore , as reason overpowers any and all emotions . head over heart , as it always has been . the rules have been set long ago , and now more than ever it is her duty to follow every letter ─── in the face of flirtatious teasing , ginevra remains impassive . ❝ for a girl who knows so little , you talk so much . ❞ the curl of her smirk is smug with hidden victory as she remains unaffected by the ruby’s taunts , echoing words once used to silence her as disrespect is turned into a weapon by a silver tongue . ❝ you don’t know me , ye seul , and it is unwise to make such assumptions . i am not as holy as i may seem , nor am i drawn to devils . save your energy for one of those girls . ❞
⌞ 🍒 . corruption has always sprouted from her fingertips . a once pure vessel , kissed by death & soul tainted by seven devils ; it’s become her nature to bring about destruction . she’s acid that tears through metal bars that cage her in , lava fallen from the heavens that brought down pompeii overnight – fact , eden has left a trail of destruction behind her her entire life . never has she left someone intact , a place standing , a throne unbloodied – horseman , the sound of hooves is often followed by her unwanted appearance . ❝ isn’t that what all holy girls say ? ❞ her response is curt , almost condescending while her shoulders lift in an empty shrug . her hues wander from the blonde , almost bored with the conversation . she’ll never underestimate people like her , but she’ll never be entertained with the ones who have godhood . like her kind , eden’s born into it with a reverberating cry & a hand outstretched to glory – she’s no doubt that had things been a little different at birth , she’d be just like ginevra . stoic , cold , calculated – self isolated to cry power , to claim control ; she understands , they’re cut from the same cloth but she’s never found solace in the arms of the divine . her place is in the mud , knees dug into rich soil while claws sprout from her fingertips & her eyes adjust to the rotten darkness of the forests . beast , downfall of all things holy – the gods’ greatest enemy carved from their own thighs . her voice rises in childish mockery . ❝ i am unholy , i’m not as virtuous as you think . i am so much more , ❞ she lilts her voice in an imitation of all girls similar . ❝ unholiness is gritty & raw , contessina . would you rather walk into heaven or hell ? ❞
⌞ 🥀 . ambvrs !
status : closed for @edenkept !
location : the rooftop !
the rooftop is just as crowded as anywhere else in the castle, bodies covering every inch in more ways than one, most unconcerned with who surrounded them. it was hard to imagine that she went to school with these people on a daily basis, but she was too preoccupied to be too concerned. bigger fish to fry and whatever other nonsense there was. it was halloween, after all, and it wasn’t like she couldn’t relate on some level. but mostly she’s tired of wandering alone, fleeting company found among dancing partners or those desperate enough to think a free drink might entice her. they were never completely wrong, but she hadn’t managed to have anything to show for it thus far. so instead she seeks out familiar visage of black lace a - la mean girls, someone she wouldn’t dare cross paths with under normal circumstances. someone she could easily play off knowledge of, if prying eyes got too close, too curious. to cover up a lie is less sin than it is skill, and both knew a thing or two about keeping secrets. mischievous smile rests easily upon red lips as she folds her arms atop lone partition that separates the pair, expression otherwise innocent. ❝ i think it’s safe to say you put karen smith to shame, ❞ a genuine compliment, second only to her actual intentions. ❝ but certainly you already know that. i was actually hoping you’d be up for a little fun, ❞ josephine paused, brows raising to accompany the sentiment. ❝ friendly game of spin the bottle ? i’m sure we could find some willing participants. ❞
⌞ 🍒 . witness , she’s watched many lips lock tonight without any action of her own . bitterness has settled onto bare skin , but she holds the usual curve to her lips anyway – bitterness doesn’t look good on her features , acerbity doesn’t hang well from her shoulders . she’s found enough solace on the rooftop by herself , sipping tasteless liquid while observing crowds , taking in their movements & arguments . goddess keeping an eye on her subjects as another approaches – member of a society supposed to be kept under wraps . fae , though dressed in a disney take – it still brings a wider smile to cherry lips ( though , maybe it stems more from her offer ) . ❝ there’s nothing friendly about spin the bottle , ❞ she speaks – almost tantalizingly if not masked entirely by a teasing tone . sin dipped , often she’s spent her time embracing the sexuality mankind has always tried to shame her for . if a man can do it , why can’t a goddess ? do kings get consorts as queens have to turn a blind eye ? – is she simply supposed to accept that men seek out women for pleasure but expect them to keep their virtue ? ❝ besides , josie , if you wanted to kiss me so bad , all you had to do was ask . ❞