solitude.

ame, fitting nickname as she is as undesired as the heavy rain that keeps one inside... two years has gone by and a third year as begun. all she wishes is to be the invisible wallflower that she has become to shield herself from the world.

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🎧 perfume ;

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A pout passed over sharp features, their bearer displaying a penchant for petulance with disappointment to her reaction at his joke. “Ditto,” he sulked, allowing it to seep into vocal chords and trail along with fingers down his arm. A low hum of agreement and nod were offered before the appendage was held out for her. “I am not a very good texter at all, if you want to know, so probably. We’re all in the same school, so it just doesn’t make much sense to me to text when I will literally see you in the near future in most cases.”

Getting a bit of his mischievous twinkle back, the scamp narrowed his gaze on her, corners of lips flirting with an upturn. “You aren’t worried about me having cooties or something, right? Because I’ve been to a doctor and they swear nerd isn’t contagious.” He was going to get her to laugh, smile, something yet. Even if it killed him.

Besides his lack of sense, there was an undeniably cool factor to having a pretty girl’s number on your arm. Sure, they knew it was just for class, but the rest of the world didn’t. Not that Hubert would lie if asked about it. Gesturing to her bag, he interjected, “Ooh, do I get to pick the color? I like green, but purple’s wonderful too!”

“It’s the color of lilacs and Mama’s eyes. I don’t think there’s a lovelier shade in existence,” the prince began softly and ended with a bright chirp, eyes crinkled up in enthusiasm.

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She noted that he was possibly disappointed or hurt. Did she fail to understand some underlying meaning or joke? She was bad at those or interacting in general – she did not know rather or not she should move on from the minor (or major) bump or she should apologize. It took a lot from her not to fall into the vicious cycle of anxiety just from this unknown mistake of hers. Wanting to reply, she almost used sign language and reverted into writing again – a con from not talking.

✍ No to texting, got it. I’m not a good texter too.

It was a white lie actually. Not only was she terrible, she was bad in anything revolving social meaning anything people like social media. Still, she could go around sending messages or force herself to be less as bad as she usually was.

As she continued to listen to him, she kind of understood half his joke, but wondered what cooties were – she was probably a bit innocent or she still understood mother tongue better than anything.

✍ Indeed, I wouldn’t want to get your Nerd, I’d rather keep my Geek intact.

Sadly, she was not half as funny as him. He still managed to get her to silently laugh (or grin).

She tilted her head when he talked about how he liked the color violet (more like lilac). It was rather interesting that he loved this color. It was indeed a pretty color. She has nothing against the shade, but she preferred lilacs for the scent. Not many flowers have such a nice smell. She put down her markers neatly on the ground and picked her lightest violet (or, arguably, purple) marker to replicate the other’s favorite color.

✍ So, your mother has eyes like Liv Taylor?

Ame asked placing the notebook on the floor before she gently and carefully grabbed his arms. Hopefully, he did not mind her to be a bit closer to him, because she needed to write her number, her name and the assignment on his arm.

✍ Celeste K. Delacroix – xx-xx-xx-xx (Denmark one!) – Dance partner ♡

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We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names.

93 Percent Stardust | Nikita Gill  (via psych-facts)

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midnight moment ☆ do not edit! (1, 2)

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Black & White Mille Crepe

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🎧 knockdown ;

@fbxaristide​

The problem when it came to boxing was that, as long as she had those damned gloves on, she could not speak. She needed those hands of hers to either write or sign what she needed to say (God knew that she was never going to open her mouth and use her voice). That was why she was mostly found eating Camille’s pastries or commenting the few members’ stances or performances.

Thus, true to herself, she watched two of the members have their little match. She recognized one of them, a 3rd year who always was like arrogance-incarnate, Aris. He was good, but God forbid that she would tell him this objective compliment. Even if he won that sparring match and almost knocked out his opponent – and teammate – she would not. Instead, she went up to him after she wrote down (she was almost certain that he did not sign language unlike Camille):

✍You know, we are all teammates here. You didn’t have to obliterate him even if one of his jabs land on your face. It’s the risk you signed up for by joining this club.

She poked him with the tip of her notebook before she showed him what she had to say. For that, she had to push a couple of girls from his ‘fandom’ of sorts (or girls he brainwashed, or girls with too much time on their hands, or girls…).

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🎧 slumberland ;

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Her mother was right a long time ago. Surrounded by walls was unbearable after a few hours thus why Ame always felt the need to escape. She was already preparing herself as she put on her jeans and her hoodie and waited on her bed for nine o’clock to strike. At ten, no ferry would leave for Danemark and vice-versa. She would be free for night – or the weekend, depending on her mood – to roam around the land of Danes, of Beowulf, etc.

What she did not expect was for Jackie to be there (or, at least awake). The blonde now wondered if it was preferable to stay for the night and leave early the next day. After all, it had been a while since she had not catch up with Jackie (well, Ame was bad at keeping up or striking a conversation anyway). They were not strangers, but roommates (supposedly, they should have a strong bond).

So, Ame tried for once.

She walked up to the other girl and sat on the other’s bed and placed a basket between them.

👋There are chips, candies, chocolate and, she signed before spelling the last snack, P-O-C-K-Y. Do you want some?

Food was always a good way to start in her books. Therefore, she assumed that the tactic would work in this situation too.

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{ ` to answer her question, camille placed the jar of cookies between them, taking great care to observe ame’s current state. she seemed a little tired, but that always meant that hard work was put into something, and camille once again felt that familiar burst of pride for her junior. and to think, ame didn’t even want to join! someone wouldn’t put in that amount of work into something they didn’t like, even if it was the tiniest bit of like. with her hands free, she was able to reply in the same manner as ame spoke with her (in some sense of the word). camille had also spent a lot of effort into being able to communicate with her like this, after all } have as many as you’d like! they may be a little sweet because of the chocolate, so tell me if you’d like anything else!

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( * she takes no time to dive her hand into the jar. camille’s cookies were amazing (better than the ones served here. could be at the same height and quality as cookies found in a french bakery) food was indeed one of the easiest ways to the girl’s heart, which will forever one of the top 3 reasons to join this boxing club (along with losing weight, burning calories, evacuating stress and, ex ecquo, punching someone during sparring) ; ) ... ( * she smiled at the other while she pondered on what else she would like. it was more difficult that she expected, so, while she was pondering, she asked one lingering question (after finishing her fourth cookie already) ; ) cami, are you still single? they say that to win a man’s heart is through their stomach, but i don’t see you with anyone. or am i wrong? cami should be happy. ( * it was probably tactless, but it had been on her mind for a while now. she, then, grabbed her fifth cookie. ;)

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^ this fits some of people and their kinks very well.

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the “perks” of being a quiet one. many people never pay much attention to her: she is silent, barely communicates with people outside her circle, phases well with the walls and is invisible. she also have the habit to completely turn off her hearing aids making some believe that she is actually completely deaf. they say tat the quiet ones are the must dangerous and should be feared (paraphrasing annalise keating on that one). she does listens more than she let it show. she has eyes, so she watches people. therefore, she is pretty much aware of all the good stuff that could be of use for, let say, a gossip column. she does not see much utility to destroying reputations and friendships thus why she does not go around starting truthful rumors. she is just a wallflower who wants to graduate in peace. not some banshee out to provoke havoc.

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🎧  aquarelle ou pastel?

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A couple of brushstrokes as finishing touches, the blonde had raced into class as early as she could to complete the work that the class was supposed to complete on the day before. She was glad to have completed it right before the new assignment was about to be handed. The teacher unveiled the theme as soon as the last late student arrived breathless in the studio. It was supposedly an easy one, but, in the blonde’s opinion, it was far from it. Firstly, she had to do a portrait of the person was by her side. Secondly, she had to create some masterpiece based on the word ‘poetry’. Not ‘typical day’, ‘mythology’ or ‘nature’, but something as obscure as ‘poetry’.

Ame turned to the person at her right and the first thought that came up to her mind was ‘one of the popular girls of the academy aka elite’. She became slightly anxious when she saw that she had been paired to Maxine. It was not that she was too happy about this (she was pretty indifferent about it as a matter of fact), but she wondered if the other would be okay with some nobody making a portrait of her (the blonde would have understood if she did not trust the gypsy’s capable artistic hands compared to royal court official painters).

For their grades’ sake, she decided to try some friendly approach. From what she heard, the latter was French just like her (just different in terms of hierarchy), so she could use that to appeal to the other (or she could have gone the typical way for a semi-team project). Nonetheless, she picked up her sketchbook and wrote down something before showing it to the other.

✍Bonjour, je m’appelle Ame. Nous sommes partenaires pour ce travail. [Good morning, I’m Ame. We’ve been paired together for this assignment.]

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🎧 perfume ;

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 “What’s up, Ame? You can call me Hubie, or Jerkface or whatever you want, except ugly.”

Launching into it without any further preamble, the scamp asked, “So, is there some way I can contact you, since we’ll probably have to work outside of class and stuff?  I’m the absolute worst at keeping track of things unless you tattoo it across my forehead or something though.” Typically, he wouldn’t take such things seriously, but it actually seemed like fun for a change.

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She frowned for a little moment as she listened to his reply. He was a relatively odd fellow already (were they not all weird in their own way in this academy). Nonetheless, she accepted him just the way he was as she repeated his name and memorized through sign language (in her head, of course).

✍Pleasure to meet you, Hubert

She was not all that comfortable to use his nickname just yet. They had just met after all. She was not going to pin a label on him just yet; however, if he, himself, employed ‘jerk’, was it a sign that he was possibly a conceited or worst individual? She shook her head not wanting to start judging or misunderstanding him just on mere nonsensical conjectures.

What he said next was pretty revealing. The two first thoughts that came up to mind was ‘airhead’ and ‘does he have an agenda’. He, himself, said that he could not keep track of things.

✍Do you want me to write everything on your arm?

The blonde was actually dead serious as she went back to her bag to grab her pencil case and to take a couple of sharpie markers. She had many colors too. Plus, permanent markers’ ink lasted longer on skin that regular markers or pens. She walked back to him and wrote down some more.

✍I would have given you a piece of paper or would have texted you, but wouldn’t you lose the paper or wouldn’t you forget to reply if you read the text?

She only had their team’s best interest at heart. Plus, it was all because of his words not hers that she considered to ‘tattoo’ his arm.

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( * scribbles on a page of her brand new sketchbook ; ) “is it safe to say that, if fabeln is pretty quiet, its tenant are a) up to no good as they are managing their mischief, b) being model students |: no such person exist c) outside satisfying their wanderlust or their inner material girl d) listened to the captain and seized the day (rip. robin williams) e) replying to ‘voulez-vous coucher avec moi’ by being drawn like one of those french girls somewhere ( * rips the page and throw it away. she watched too many movies in her life time. if anything, this place was ever after high that she had come across on this thingy mcthingy named youtube ; )

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momo in ‘cheer up’