𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

KIT WARD " it's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. we have no scar to show for happiness. we learn so little from peace.” HOUSE FLARION @ ARCANAS. ( dependent oc for arcanasrp !! )

[muldah]

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ft. @rebelrouse

[rebelrouse]

‘cause you make me feel like i could be driving you all night and i’ll find your lips in the street lights i wanna be there with you                ooh baby, take me to the feeling i’ll be your sinner, in secret when the lights go out                RUN AWAY WITH ME

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[theblackpearl]

What it’s like to live with a cat

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HENLEY

         there’s  A L W A Y S  a silent understanding as far as some sublevel of empathy and kindness goes; she had and would always be someone who understood the world on some deeper level and certainly in ways few others cared to ATTEMPT. Her grandma used to describe it as a trait which her mother had and ever since, granted maybe because it came at a comfort, she’d held onto it. Maybe it also just made it easier to understand her best friend’s sort-of girlfriend and she was grateful that even from the fairy realm, her parents had given her something of value — something worth it.  “ I almost burnt my foot on hot sand once; holidays when the UK is extremely warm never worked out well for me… ” she doesn’t remember too many of them; her grandmother got too old to travel too far and in the end, she’d prefer the woods or forests over a beach ( probably a fairy thing ).  “ you’ve got better at that by the way. ” it’s a side comment something she mentions as she idly and without much thought passes a spark from finger to finger, almost wishing she could hum contently without being aware that doing so was rude. “ I’m still all spark without the…uh — punch?…that’s how you’d put it right? ”

               the  comment  can  be  taken  one  of  two  ways:  her  effortless  fireballs,  sparking  in  her  palms  before  reducing  themselves  to  ash  and  smoke,  or  curbing  the  impulse  to  ignite  everything  around  her.   it’s  the  kind  of  comment  she  doesn’t  give  any  weight  to,  simply  ignores  its  existence  like  one  would  a  gnat  that  buzzes  around  your  head.   IT’S  ANNOYING,  but  not  so  much  that  you  feel  the  need  to  do  anything  about  it.   “  —  and  yet  that  still  didn’t  drum  home  the  whole  ‘  shoes ’   thing,  huh. ”    it’s  not  really  a  question  so  she  doesn’t  pose  it  as  one.   “  figures. ”   her  shoes  stay  on  as  she  stretches,  debating  whether  or  not  she  wants  to  finish  the  run  she’d  planned  on.    “  yeah,  sure.   or  without  any  follow  through.  same  difference. ”   personally,  she’s  never  found  a  spark  she  didn’t  want  to  punch  through:  you  could  say  punching  might  even  be  her  default  setting.   “  burns  suck. ”   she  knows  that  firsthand,  feels  almost  a  phantom  tingling  down  her  back  as  she  —  literally,  shakes  it  off.    first  her  shoulders,  before  throwing  herself  into  a  complicated  series  of  back  handsprings  and  cartwheels  that  would  have  made  her  primary  school  gym  teachers  wet  themselves  with  pride.  (  turns  out  eight  years  of  gymnastics  weren’t  a  complete  waste  of  time,  after  all.   though  if  she’s  looking  for  STRESS  RELIEF  outlets,  she  much  prefers  hitting  things  to  flipping  through  the  air  like  a  CIRQUE  DU  SOLEIL  REJECT.  )

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ROME

          rome  is  leaning  against  the  doorframe,  arms  folded  and  his  expression  reflecting  something  akin  to  amusement,  as  he  observes  the  poor  first-year  student  tripping  over  her  legs  on  his  way  to  retrieve  a  forgotten  item.  the  kid’s  mouth  opens  in  shock  before  he  hurriedly  scurries  away  (  it  must  be  his  first  time  encountering  the  beast  that  goes  by  the  name  kit  ward  )  and  rome  is  certain  the  youngster  is  overwhelmed  by  everything,  starting  with  kit’s  vexation  &  ending  with  the  phoenix  manipulating  the  ground’s  vibrations.  he  almost  hopes  the  floor  caves  in.  “  not  what  i  was  going  for,  but  it  seems  appropriate  with  this  circus  performance.  ”  not  everyone  is  as  advanced  when  it  comes  to  mental  magic,  but  it’s  FUNNY  to  watch  kit  struggle.  rome  throws  an  article  of  clothing  in  her  direction,  watching  it  land  next  to  her  feet.  “  new  uniforms  have  arrived.  ”  about  time,  too.  he’s  had  enough  of  his  teammates  complaining  about  the  unflattering  fit  of  their  old  ones.  it’s  not  a  fashion  runway  —  or  in  jade  and  kit’s  case,  a  place  to  beat  the  GUINNESS  world  record  of  the  longest  kiss.  “  and  tomorrow’s  practice  is  now  at  five  instead  of  four.  maybe  your  ASTRAL  PROJECTION  can  make  it.  ”

            the  first  year  makes  some  kind  of  squeaking  noise  that  has  her  lips  twitching,  eyes  opening  to  the  sight  of  their  hasty  retreat.   better  they  learn  early  not  to  stumble  around  blindly  when  someone’s  clearly  busy.   (  life  lesson  101:  READ  THE  ROOM.  )  “ whatever. ”   her  words  might  be  flippant  but  there’s  amusement  in  her  gaze,  fingers  snatching  hold  of  the  uniform  as  it  hits  the  floor.    “  thank  god. ”  she’s  been  itching  to  burn  the  originals  ever  since  she’d  first  put  them  on:   maybe  she’ll  THROW  A  BURNING  PARTY  to  commemorate  the  occasion.   without  giving  any  thought  to  their  surroundings,  or  present  company,  she  tugs  her  sweater  up  over  her  head  and  tosses  it  to  the  side.  (   she’s  as  gay  as  you  can  get  and  he’s  basically  her  brother.   she’s  really  not  concerned  about  decency.  )   the  uniform  shirt’s  pulled  on  in  one  quick  movement,  smoothing  down  some  of  the  wrinkles  as  she  tries  to  get  a  proper  look.  “  this  isn’t  terrible. ”    which,  coming  from  kit,  is  high  praises.   “  UNLIKE  YOUR  JOKES. ”   this  she  says  with  some  heat,  tucking  a  few  of  her  things  into  her  bag.   she’s  already  given  up  on  trying  to  clear  her  mind  for  the  day  —   she  knows  when  she’s  fighting  a  losing  battle.    “  i’ll  try  and  make  it. ”    if  she’s  good  for  anything,  it’s  for  showing  up  late  ...  or  for  showing  up  just  long  enough  to  put  a  lap  in  and  then  making  out  with  jade  for  the  rest  of  the  practice.   IT’S  JUST  WHAT  SHE  DOES.  

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DOMINIC

dominic’s demeanour as he walked through the castle had been consistent since his first day way back when. he hands thrust deep into his pockets – shoulders in a half shrug, not paying any attention to what was going on around him. he paced quickly through the corridors, taking a cut-through he discovered in his first year. as he entered the room he saw a petite figure on the floor. kit.

he quickly stepped over her outstretched leg and smirked down at her – “ watch yourself, ward. ” he ran his hand through his hair, his lips twitching at the sides. “ I always thought it would be your ineptitude at magic that would injure me, not a stray limb; keep a reign on it, yeah? i’ve got a bet on it. ” he leaned into a small bow at the comment about the heard of elephants, a sarcastic gesture to wind the other up even more. 

“ well, well – that’s a bit presumptuous. ”a fake and rather emphasised scoff accompanied his utterance. “ you really think I came all this way to try and find you? this is the quickest route to the cafeteria from the Flarion dorms. ” 

“ ..but now I’m here, how’s your astral projection coming along? I made it to the magical ethics classroom the other night; that was before one of the other flarion guys threw a shoe at me cause I’d nicked his toothpaste – I shall not apologise for enjoying the minty freshness it leaves it my mouth. ” 

             “  keep  running  your  mouth  and  you  won’t  have  to  worry  about  my  magic. ”   her  words  are  sharp  as  she  rises  to  her  feet,  eyes  narrowed  in  his  direction.   they  don’t  like  each  other,  per  say,  but  there’s  a  quiet  sort  of  mutual  understanding  that  she  usually  respects:   or  at  least,  keeps  her  fist  from  acquainting  itself  with  his  face.  (   though  the  more  he  talks,  the  less  inclined  she  is  to  HONOR  IT.  )   “  when  you  lose,  remind  me  to  send  flowers  to  the  people  smart  enough  to  bet  against  you. ”   she  straightens,  arms  crossed  tight  across  her  chest. 

       it  doesn’t  bother  her  that  he’s  better  at  this  than  she  is.  she  knows  that  mental  magic  isn’t  her  strongest  subject  but  given  she’s  NOT  THAT  INTERESTED  IN  IT  beyond  not  flunking  the  course  —  it’s  not  a  priority.   what  does  bother  her  is  his  attitude;   the  innate  need  to  flaunt  how much  better  he  is.     “  you  could  have  just  kept  on  walking,  buddy.   you’re  the  one  who  decided  chitchatting  was  more  important  than  eating. ”   it’s  not  an  impulse  she  understands  but  hey,  that’s  his  damage.   “  oh,  thank  you  for  asking. ”   her  tone  is  serious,  almost  indulgent,  before  she  adds:   “  —  except  it’s  none  of  your  business  so  FUCK  OFF. ”   the  flash  of  her  fingers  is  quick:   three,  then  one.    the  only  one  he  needs  to  see.   “  toothpaste  costs  a  dollar,  man.  DON’T  BE  A  DICK.   be  thankful  he  didn’t  blast  you  out  the  window. ”    she’s,  after  all,  done  worse  for  less.  

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JADE

    kit  has  a  way  of   bringing  everything  out  of  her.  infuriatingly  making  her  weak  to  smiles  she  knows  are  genuine.  (  she  doesn’t  have  a  poker  face  with  kit,  hasn’t  for  years  now.  it’s  dangerous,  but  it’s  been  working  for  her.  maybe  she’s  leading  by  example.  yeah,  she  was  totally  watching  her  run.  )  “  he’d  probably  try.  ”  she  shifts  closer  on  the  bench  and  lets  the  hand  that  was  resting  on  it  slip  beside  kit  and  up  the  back  of  her  track  shirt.  “  but  he  can’t  complain.  ”  they’ve  both  run  good  laps  today.  he  should  be  celebrating.  she  arches  an  eyebrow  at  the  less  than  gentle  touch  to  her  elbow  (  maybe  she  likes  it  that  way  )  and  lets  her  gaze  fall  to  her  lips.  she’s  painfully  obvious,  but  if  that  were  an  issue,  kit  wouldn’t  be  spelling  out  just  how  free  her  time  is.  (  that’s  all  kit,  no  guesswork.  )  “  good.  ”  she  doesn’t  offer  anything  else,  other  than  gripping  at  kit’s  skin  and  perpetuating  their  reputation.  she  leans  in  until  there’s  a  hair’s  breadth  between  them.  “  wanna  make  out?  ”  as  per  usual,  she  already  knows  the  answer.  

              “  yeah,  maybe. ”   he  always  does.  but,  that  doesn’t  mean  they  listen.   she  likes  rome,  might  even  respect  him  somedays,  but  she’s  never  quite  been  good  at  doing  what  she’s  told.   sometimes  she  resists  simply  to  resist.   “  he’ll  get  over  it. ”   like  clockwork,  he’s  almost  as  predictable  as  they  are.   it’s  a  ROUTINE.    she  sees  the  way  jade’s  eyes  dart  down  to  her  lips,  feels  the  heat  of  her  shoulder  pressing  against  her  own  as  she  gets  closer.   maybe  she  should  be  used  to  this,   the  way  something  inside  of  her  twists  whenever  jade  gets  that  look  in  her  eyes,  but  she  never  does.   it  always  feels  as  good,   as  exciting,  as  that  first  time.  (   SELFISHLY,  she  hopes  it  always  does.  )   “  yeah. ”   she  replies  simply,   because  if  she  tries  to  use  more  words  she’ll  say  something  stupid  like  always,  or,  only  if  it’s  with  you.    so  instead  she  leaves  the  words  to  fend  for  themselves,  threads  her  fingers  through  jade’s  hair  and  tugs  her  into  a  bruising  kiss.   somewhere  behind  them  she  thinks  she  hears  a  groan,  but  it’s  ignored  in  favor  of  pulling  her  in  closer:  any  closer  and  she’d  be  draped  over  her  lap.    (  which,  for  the  record,  she  wouldn’t  have  it  any  other  way.   )

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𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐒

a  ᴋɪᴛ ᴡᴀʀᴅ  moodboard.

[mayorbetteporter]

[dundrmifflin]

[frstbvrn]

ft. @rebelrouse

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MORGAN

         “ me? a herd of elephants? fuck, i’m TOUCHED. thats my life dream ya know? to be a whole herd of elephants. maybe trample some people. not to death but like, give em a good scare.” he mused, with what could be described as a shit-eating smirk upon his face. “what the fuck are you up to kit?” he asked finally, breaking down the facade.”busy with WHAT?” not that he was offering to help, fuck no, but he was curious. “don’t tell me you’re doing homework. don’t betray me in this way.” he was kidding, mostly. 

            “ elephants  weigh  12000  pounds. ”   she  snorts,  finally  cracking  an  eye  open  to  scowl  at  him.  “  there’s  no  such  thing  as  maybe  trampling  them  to  death.  you  get  stepped  on,  you  die. ”   technically  you’d  be  crushed  into  a  pile  of  bone  fragments  and  mush  but  that  hardly  seems  relevant  to  point  out  --  IT’S  IMPLIED.   her  attention  is  undeniably  shot  to  hell  at  this  point  so  she  sighs,  rising  to  her  feet  and  scuffing  out  the  boundary  lines  she’d  made  around  herself.  “  it’s  none  of  your  business. ”   her  words  are  sharp  though  there’s  no  heat  behind  them.  (  if  she  didn’t  like  him,  she  would  have  blasted  him  backwards  and  out  of  sight  just  to  get  some  peace  and  quiet. )   “  --  but  i’m  open  to  better  suggestions. ”  a  brow  arches.   “  so  hit  me,  strife.   what  the  fuck  are  YOU  up  to  ? ”   his  words  are  parroted  back  at  him;   condescension  mixed  with  general  interest. 

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NICK

              ♫ play it now, play it now, my baby cracklin rose make me smile ♫ he was humming the neil diamond tune, keeping the lyrics inside his head. the walk from the graveyard to the greenhouse was only a few minutes, and dusk had just settled over the common grounds — an eery calm. the conservatory was where they kept the good shovels. some people didn’t know there was such a thing as good shovels and bad shovels. a shovel was just a shovel, right? wrong. something you learnt after seven years of backbreaking labour. CREEEAAK —everything around here seemed to have an antiquated groan. “ WHAT DO YOU WANT ? I’M A LITTLE BUSY. ” he heard the girl before he spotted her there on the concrete ground. he was quick on the draw though, not easily startled. “busy, hm? maybe try being a little less busy — if you’re looking to astral project that is.” unsolicited advice punctuated with a cheeky shrug as he opened the toolshed. “clear your mind and all that —“ he gave a half-hearted wave of his hand, practically mumbling now.

          “  please.  keep  mansplaining  astral  projection  to  me.  i  beg  you. ”   her  eyes  are  open  now,  a  withering  stare  shot  in  his  direction  as  a  muscle  in  her  jaw  ticks.  she  knows  what  to  do,  she’s  not  stupid,  but  knowing  and  actually  doing  are  two  very  different  things.  she’s  read  the  theory  --  SHE  GETS  THE  THEORY  --  but  for  someone  who’s  constantly  thinking  about  how  irritating  the  world  around  her  is  ?  thinking  about  nothing  is  next  to  impossible.    she  watches  him  go  about  whatever  he  was  doing,  gaze  narrowed  as  she  flicks  her  wrist  and  murmurs  under  her  breath.   the  tool-shed  door  he  just  opened  ?   it  slams  shut.   selfishly  she  hopes  his  fingers  got  caught  as  it  closed  but  she’s  not  counting  on  that  one.   

      under  other  circumstances,  she  quite  likes  nick.   as  much  as  you  can  like  someone  who  probably  spends  more  time  with  the  dead  than  with  people.  it’s  why  she  decides  the  grudge  isn’t  worth  holding  onto,  brushes  her  lap  off  before  gathering  her  things  and  rising  to  her  feet.  “  if  only  they  made  a  CLEAR  YOUR  MIND  spell.   or  a  pill,  i’m  not  fussy. ”  at  this  point,  she’d  even  let  someone  knock  her  around  the  head  if  they  thought  it  might  work.  (  she’s  ...  not  desperate,  per  say,  but  she’s  committed.  )

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ARAGON

It was well into the evening when Fletch found himself still working late in his office. It had become something of a routine to get lost in his work, planning away for the next day of classses. He heard the creak of the door as his gaze remained on his work.                 ❛ How can I be of service? ❜                He questioned, finally reverting his                eyes from his desk up to the                approaching individual.

             it  should  be  noted  that  it’s  infrequently,  if  ever,  that  kit  searches  out  their  housemaster.  she’s  got  nothing  against  him,  nothing  personal  anyway  —  beyond  a  lack  of  respect  for  authority  in  general  —  and  prefers  to  solve  her  problems  herself.  usually  with  violence.   ALMOST  ALWAYS  WITH  VIOLENCE.    except  this  time  it’s  not  her  problem  and  she  hasn’t  been  able  to  find  their  dosa  representative  so  here  she  is,  irritated,  with  scorch  marks  on  her  face  and  burns  on  her  shirt.  

        “  you  can  help  me  by  dealing  with  the  little  psycho  scorching  up  the  library. ”  arms  cross  over  her  chest,  annoyance  written  plainly  on  her  face.  “  maybe  her  boyfriend  broke  up  with  her,  maybe  someone  died  —  i  don’t  know  and  i  honestly  don’t  care.   her  tantrum  is    N  O  T   my  damage. ”    she’d  just  been  misfortunate  enough  to  be  the  only  flarion  house  member  in  the  library  at  the  time  of  said  meltdown.   “  consider  this  your  HEADS  UP. ”    she  presses  two  fingers  against  her  temple  and  salutes.  

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PIGSHITTER

“i knew you wouldn’t resist the FREE FOOD. the way to everyone’s heart is through the stomach– or my irresistible charm.” a slight conceited smirk as she popped a fry in her mouth. whoever said vampires couldn’t ingest food was deadly wrong. she would rather DIE than not being able to indulge in the simple pleasures of life. “go on, it’s free real estate.” pause. “EXCEPT FOR THAT.” quick hand ready to snatch the cup away. “unless you want a literal full mouth of bloody mary.” no, not the gross tomato drink. actual blood from some girl named mary. @arcanasstarters​

        "  curly  fries  and  a  pigshitter.  god,  you  make  the  jokes  too  easy. ”  she  reaches  for  one  of  the  fries,  wraps  it  around  her  finger  before  popping  it  into  her  mouth.  “  it  really  takes  the  fun  out  of  things. ”    sure,  she  could  compare  the  spirals  to  a  pig’s  curly  little  tail  but  where  was  the  fun  in  that  ?  the  creativity  ?    “  scary  mary  ?   SOMEONE’S  BRAVE.   she  seems  the  type  to  snort  vervain  and  then  let  someone  bleed  her  dry,  just  to  see  what  happens. ”   is  it  true  ?   maybe.  probably  not.   but  it  sounds  like  it  could  be  and  really,  that’s  what  matters.    “  —  but  hey  if  you  trust  her,  it’s  no  big  deal.   just  your  life,  right  ? ”

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HENLEY

            finding herself outside was  A L W A Y S   the goal and certainly where she found herself thriving; she’d never been one to say it was easier to breathe inside where she was stuck or trapped. the worst cage in her mind was the ones that were built within four walls — a school or a house ( they were all the same ). “ It’s nice out here; I can smell the grass and the flowers… ” the wood of the trees and the way everything smelt HAPPIER both collectively or merely in general. “ Who needs shoes, right? ” it was something said almost seriously and with a faint smile, something painted more serious by the fact she’d thrown her shoes to the side moments ago. 

@arcanasstarters​

          OVER  THE  YEARS  kit’s  come  to  quietly  accept  the  eccentric  behaviour  of  jade’s  best  friend.   where  she  once  would  have  mocked,  maybe  even  tormented,  she  simply  rolls  her  eyes  and  snorts.  “  you  might  rethink  the  whole  ‘  no  shoes ’  thing  if  the  dirt  started  sizzling  under  your  feet. ”   to  her  credit  she  doesn’t  press  warm  palms  against  the  ground  to  see  it  crackle  like  flames  against  coal  but  she  DOES  consider  it.   (   restraint  doesn’t  come  easy  so  she  congratulates  herself  when  she  manages  it.  )   “  just  saying. ”    there’s  restraint  but  also  a  flicker  of  amusement  as  she  lifts  her  hands,  a  small  ball  of  flame  growing  between  them.   she  blows  on  it  with  an  amused  lift  of  her  brows,  watches  the  smoke  rise  before  she  pats  her  hands  against  the  pleats  of  her  uniform  skirt.   

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AXEL

he doesn’t even get anywhere near her. he just stops for a moment somewhere near the entrance and taps his foot against the floor for a while, relishing in the echo that bounces along their surroundings. that’ll annoy her, though, he knows. she seems perpetually angry at the world and he’s honestly glad that, for all his faults, he doesn’t have that to deal with. ( no, axel. your deal is just having an explosive temper and immediately going to bash someone’s teeth in the moment something goes awry. ) “ oh, sorry, what? am i interrupting your yoga? i can’t believe you’re finally listening to the anger management books. ” truth is, he’s bored. the semester’s only just begun and he honestly can’t wait to see it over with. ( he’ll blame it on spending all his time at this damn school ;  parents kicked him out of the house and all. ) “ what are you doing? ” he queries, impatiently, as he approaches her and bounces some tennis ball he stole against the floor. 

            when  axel  speaks,  kit  can  hear  the  distance  in  his  voice:   he’s  not  right  in  front  of  her,  as  assumed.   she  opens  her  eyes  and  turns  her  head,  amused  as  she  presses  her  lips  together.   HE  PLAYED  HER.   (   she’s  impressed.   game  recognizes  game.  )  “  yeah.  court-ordered  mandatory  yoga. ”  she  deadpans,  a  hand  twisting  her  hair  into  a  messy  bun  at  the  top  of  her  head  as  she  speaks.  “  —  because  that’s  a  thing. ”   her  hand  swipes  out  to  catch  the  tennis  ball.  she  turns  it  over  in  her  hand  before  whipping  it  in  his  direction.   “  i  was  trying  to  project,  dumbass. ”   she  scowls  as  she  springs  to  her  feet,  kicking  her  book  closed  with  her  foot  as  she  starts  shoving  crystals  into  her  backpack.   “  —  but  you  saw  how  well  that  was  going. ”   read:  it  wasn’t.    maybe  she  should  have  dropped  mental  magic  last  year,  when  she’d  started  struggling  to  keep  up,  but  she’s  never  been  a  quitter.   SHE’S  TOO  STUBBORN.   she  does,  however,  welcome  the  distraction.   “  so  let’s  do  something  else. ”