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mortal bodies, timeless souls;
Just peachy.
She clenched her teeth, knuckles white as they held on for dear life to the handrails.
The deck was rumbling under her feet. A disarray of crew members running about as they tried to get things in order. Life vests, passengers and crew alike.
She could hear the shouts, could feel the fear and panic of those around her.
The water was black --- unforgiving, churning this was and that. Rain was falling mercilessly upon them, thunder rumbling off in the distance. She sensed this storm was likely to get worse.
It was amazing. Just hours ago the sun was shining, Wingull soaring, land visible just over the horizon.
They are so close.
She knows that she should go back to her cabin. It was safe there, safe and warm and dry.
There was something about watching a storm, however. Watching the flashes of lightning, observing the crew at work, hearing every roar of thunder, feeling the rain upon her skin, the wind whipping through her hair.
A sudden shout alarms her and she whirls around on the spot.
Her eyes grow wide as she witnesses someone topple overboard. She lets out a cry of her own and looks around at the crew for assistance. Everyone is too busy, however, no one has noticed that someone has been swallowed up by the sea.
Hilda: a female name derived from the Old High German word hiltja (battle). Also related to Hildr, the Old Norse word for “battle” and the name of a valkyrie in Norse mythology.
you got something i need [Criminal Boss AU]; Barry&Touko
gogogobarry :
“We’re free ya know. F-R-E-E!”
Barry can’t believe that this is happening to him.
He hears the pure, exhilarated tone shining through Touko’s words, sees her jaunty grin–surely his classmate doesn’t understand the gravity of this situation. They might as well be criminals now.
And yet…the blond can’t help but be completely bewildered by how his morning has unfolded so far. Touko–quiet, mind-your-business Touko–had basically abducted him from the school grounds, and now she’s talking about eating pancakes at a cafe with the biggest smile on her face, a freed spirit. Is any of this happening for real? Because to poor Barry, none of this is making any sense.
She doesn’t mean to grin --- yet she does. She doesn’t even mean to laugh --- and yet she does.
His little freak out has her nothing short of amused. It was a change of pace from what she was used to. Polite greetings and quiet hallways, calm exteriors and calculated stares. Everything apparently picture perfect and pristine.
She blinks slowly, allowing time to catch her up.
They were sweaty and in some random forest. Dirt clung to her socks and leaves stuck to her shoes. Her school bag had fallen to the ground and her classmate was panicking before her.
This was the complete opposite of picture perfect. This was chaos --- and she liked it.
Her grin widened when Barry had finally agreed to go with her. She clapped him on the back in a playful manner.
“I knew you’d come around! Now let’s go!”
They were on a time limit.
Surely her household was being alerted of her sudden absence from school. They needed to hurry. To enjoy this short lived freedom for as long as they could.
open up my eager eyes; gold&touko
A flight to Kanto and a train to Johto.
She stands in the midst of the forest. The foliage shrouds her --- almost too close for comfort. But it’s different from the cities of Unova.
This region she was born in. The town she had spent her babyhood just a half hour away.
Her fingertips brush themselves on the bark of the trees, the sleek leaves. It’s dark here, a tad dim. The trees are huge, pressed close together --- shutting out the world. And for good reason.
Isn’t Ilex Forest a sacred place? Home to a sacred Pokemon?
It was good that this forest was so dense. For Celebi at least, not her.
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dancertracks :
When it’s you and me We don’t need no one to tell us who to be We’ll keep turning up the radio
rock n roll / avril lavigne
let’s go back to simplicity; Emmet&Touko
whitenspark :
When the weather changed, it felt like the days were becoming longer. Though, it might just be the late night shift that Emmet took up as to cover for one of the Depot Agents that called in sick this morning. In such chilly temperatures, it was so very easy to fall ill. Emmet had taken precautions to prevent such a fate, for the station needed him and his twin at this time of year. Passenger rates increased as people set about to warmer climates or simply wished to visit faraway relatives during the holidays.
She had snowflakes in her hair, flecks melting on her face. The silence, the falling snow, her breath misting in the air. The wintry chill. In spite of the cold, in spite of her hating the cold, it was oddly pleasant.
The quiet reverie was broken at the sound of crunching in the snow. Footsteps?
Who was walking around at this time of night? Eyes snapping open, she looked about in alarm.
What surprised her even more was that she knew this particular figure walking towards her.
That tall stature, the ivory uniform, silver locks under a conductor’s hat, his eyes wide in concern --- Emmet.
A memory flashed in the back of her mind. The rumbling underfoot of the rushing subway train, a fierce, fun battle and wide, exhilarated grins.
She watched as recognition flickered in his own eyes at the sight of her.
“… Touko? Is that really you…?”
Her heart hammered in her chest.
A voice in the back of her head whispering that she had been caught. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She was supposed to leave. She wasn’t supposed to be noticed, she was supposed to disappear.
How could she escape now?
Despite all of the thoughts spiraling in her head, the sight of Emmet caused a certain kind of warmth. She knew Emmet, she had memories with Emmet.
How long had it been since she saw someone from home?
She managed her wide, Touko-like grin and gave a wave of her hand as she stood up.
“Hey, Emmet! Long time no see, huh?” she greeted.
A wave of dizziness took over her from her action. She blinked as she stumbled back, allowing herself to sit back down.
“So, how have you been?”
hilda
nightmare | halsey
nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.
guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.
shelter protect them.
shove push them.
loop drape an arm around their shoulders.
touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand.
kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.
palm smack them upside the head.
bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.
aid help them with a task.
note pass a note to them.
cry wipe away their tears.
wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.
bandage patch them up when they get hurt.
heal take care of them when they get sick.
book silently read a story with them.
carry pick them up.
scrap punch them.
cherry find blood on them.
sit help them sit down.
medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.
steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up.
beat dance with them.
stare stare them down.
off track get lost with them.
no shaking their head in disagreement.
yes nodding their head in agreement.
rush tackle them to the ground.
open hold the door open for them.
darling, i’m a nightmare dressed as a daydream; Tabitha&Touko
magmatxt :
『 W』E NEVER ARE WE WHAT WE INTEND OR INVENT. I THINK SOMETHING DARK’S LIVING DOWN IN MY HEART. AND IF I WANTED TO DIE BEFORE I GOT OLD, I SHOULD’VE STARTED SOME YEARS AGO DIGGING THAT HOLE.
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『 S』OMETHING ABOUT THE HUMIDITY AND ASHEN AIR refuses tabitha a sense of REPOSE, SMOTHERING the comfort of keeping himself in one place, this place. the WELA VOLCANO stretches for miles, towards the horizon and losing opacity in the undertow of spilling overcast. not an inch of it is HOME. the back of tabitha’s throat burns; his brazen spirit kindling in his gut — there is SOMEWHERE, and there is undoubtedly SOMEONE HE USED TO BE. tabitha takes a long swig from his flask, in hopes to SNUFF OUT THE FLAMES. there’s a DARK energy closing in on his chest, creeping and weighing. — WHAT IF HE DOESN’T LIKE THEM ?
『 T』 ABITHA DROPS THE STONE FROM HIS ACHING HAND, caked in the rusted dirt from the flaking, volcano walls. the warm rock, now carved with tabitha’s handiwork: the Ω SYMBOL. they’re INCESSANT, these etchings; an itch he can’t quite scratch. WHAT DOES IT MEAN? — “ WE FOUND A LOT OF SYMBOLS IN THE VOLCANO PRETTY CLOSE TO YOUR ARRIVAL. KIAWE THINKS THE ISLAND DEITY DID ‘EM AS A SIGN. SO, WE DO, TOO . ” — blasted alolans and their conspiracies. tabitha licks a loose drop of amber from the corner of his mouth, and along with the bite of spice, he tastes the salt of his own sweat. the heat climbs, RELENTLESS.
He’s like the explosive magma spewing from the volcanic core. An unpredictable hazard, a suffocating heat --- wild and restless.
A soft gasp escapes her lips. Everything is happening so fast, her mind reeling at this sudden turn of events. An incoming fireball towards the little firecracker.
She should be afraid, or at least cautious... But that’s not like her.
She’s fiery too.
Her eyes narrow at the point of the blade, mere inches from her face. He could cut her so easily right now, a little slice on her cheek. She gazes up at him then, almost challenging him to do it.
This is what she gets for helping someone? Well, fuck that.
Her heart is hammering in her chest, equal parts adrenaline, anger and bewilderment. Hands curling into fists, she grits her teeth and lashes out.
Sparks fly --- reds and oranges and yellows.
“Are you...” she’s exasperated, unable to string her words together. That alone makes even more damn exasperating.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?!” she growls.
you got something i need [Criminal Boss AU]; Barry&Touko
gogogobarry :
Despite being the son of a wealthy businessman who dealt exclusively with “dirty” money and morally-bankrupt characters, Barry enjoyed a relatively worry-free childhood. He could have anything he desired, as long as he followed his father’s three ironclad rules.
Follow my orders.
Stay out of trouble.
Do well in school.
While the rules seemed simple enough, Barry’s father was an infamously strict man. From an early age, he taught his son to value perfection–which naturally extended into academics. Driven by a need for his father’s unattainable approval and his own hyperactive zeal, Barry took the three cardinal rules to heart and became a model student–devouring homework and sitting at the front of class every day, all while asking questions that exhausted both his classmates and his teachers. No, Barry wasn’t a child prodigy by any stretch of the imagination, but he acted the part, earning stellar grades and the ire of his peers at the same time. Nobody directly hassled him because of his familial connections, but Barry–somehow blissfully unaware of his father’s intimidating business reputation–still ate, took break, and spent most of his weekends alone.
There’s a searing pain in her side and her legs are trembling by the time the duo finally collapse on the ground.
Well away from school, well away from teachers and exams, well away from duty and responsibility, well away from her father.
She was barely aware of where they had winded up --- a forest off the outskirts of town no doubt.
But she was free! She could do anything.
The euphoria seizes her then and she begins to laugh --- happily falling upon the leaf strewn earth.