white silence

you were red. you liked me because i was blue. you touched me and suddenly i was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you. isla "scout" kyle, recovering kleptomaniac

[sbxwhite-blog]

Start from the beginning, Steven. Love had a script, as all things had; it had a structure, as all things did. Steven could follow that, could fall into the role of a dashing, charming prince too easily, except – he didn’t want to. Maybe having parents who met in such a way as his did fuelled tragically romantic notions, and her affections only set them alight; there truly was something incredibly poetic about falling in love with someone who could ( possibly, hopefully ) ignore the fact that he was a prince, and that he did not need to be coddled or spoiled or treated differently from anyone else. And – maybe – snow could finally melt in the presence of spring. Her response made him rub the back of his neck, his gaze diverting from hers once again. The prince’s little heart jumped to his throat and he didn’t quite know if that was a good thing or not, and looking at her again made him decide that it was the former. “G-great! That’s – that’s amazing! I – ah…I hope you didn’t…uhm…mind my forward…ness…is that even a word? Oh, oh dear…uhm…er…that’s – this is really…really good…” Where had his eloquence gone? Had she stolen it from his lips? “S-so…so when are you free? Is the weekend good for you? Have – have you gotten a chance to see Monaco at night? It’s a really nice sight, I…I think…”

[islakyle-blog]

Watching the prince turn into a stuttering mess before her made her think of one thing: Had it been this part of him-- this oddly, charming yet fascinating way of him fumbling for words that made her fall for him? Or was it the way he was always very generous with smiles without needing a valid reason behind them? Either way, she knew that she had spiralled into a new level of hell the moment she acknowledged her feelings for him. “This weekend’s g-good,” and now it was her turn to lose all sense of fluency. How had it only occurred to her now that she was about to spend time with him -- just him -- in a sea of strangers? Her heart rate picked up in pace and she found herself staring at the ground instead of his face. Where did that bold lioness from earlier go? How did he manage to reduce her into a timid, little kitten? Oh, he already held so much power over her. “I um... I need to go. I have uh... a drama rehearsal.” The longer she remained here, the more she was made aware of his presence-- not that it made any sense whatsoever but she knew that she had to get away or she would spontaneously combust in front of him.

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“He’s on another level of crazy, it’s refreshing.” She chuckled dryly, only to quieten as Isla abruptly bursted into her own fit of laughter. Frankly, she didn’t understand what was so hilarious, but the sight of Isla’s amusement caused her to grin. “Rest? Fine.” For once, she was feeling rather fatigued. Maybe this would give her an opportunity to breathe, seeing as everything had been such a blur since her arrival. The sirens couldn’t help but cause chaos wherever they went and Elias had been no exception. As her eyelids became heavier, she allowed them to close and hoped Isla didn’t mind if she took a little nap, she didn’t have enough strength to walk over to her dorm anyway. “Boys are terrible, always spoiling the fun.” She murmured, a lazy smile upon her lips.

[islakyle-blog]

“Mm, boys are a pain is the ass. Can’t live with them, can’t live without them.” Her gaze remained rooted on her best friend, eyes filled with utmost fondness for the girl. She would have asked Amaryllis to at least get cleaned up first-- not that it bothered her that she was a bloody mess on her sheets, but because she was so used to seeing her in a lively state; her presence ever refreshing with her sparkling eyes and dazzling smile. It pained Isla to see her in this manner: bruised like a fallen apple, but there was nothing much she could do. Time would do its bidding and heal all wounds. The sirens were some of the toughest girls she knew and she would do all she could in the best of her abilities to keep them out of harm’s way-- though it was always them who voluntarily searched for trouble. She needed a name, but that would have to wait. Now, all she cared about was nursing Amaryllis back to health and she would remain here for as long as it would take.

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Amaryllis’ brows raised, yet a perfected mask hid her true delight at learning his name. Her little prince had been busy it seemed and she had unknowingly set herself up for a kill. It was almost too perfect, how everything seemed to align like puzzle pieces. “Oh– yes petal, before you catch a cold.” She rubbed the cat’s shoulders before kissing the other’s cold, yet soft cheek. “I’ll get you some fresh clothes as well.” 

[islakyle-blog]

“Thank you.” The soft kiss to her cheek made warmth rise to her face; not in embarrassment but in a way similar to being handed a hot mug of cocoa on a wintry night. Amaryllis would always succeed in making her feel like she belonged, that she was loved despite her various shortcomings. Wrapping the towel tightly around her shoulders, she got on her feet and headed to the bathroom. A long, hot bath would definitely lift her spirits back up-- perhaps not to its usual heights, but at least to a higher extent compared to this slump she was currently in.

[sbxwhite-blog]

This was a new experience altogether, taking what he wanted with his own hands. Often, he would be placed under scrutiny for it, for every action, for every want. His hands came upon her burning cheeks, drew her closer, and only broke contact in order to kiss her again. There was feverish desperation in it, a desire for something he could not describe. Yet – his lungs protested, and with hesitance of one who turned away from the path least taken he rested his forehead upon her own. “I’m sorry,” he began, eyes closed tight, “for last time.” He didn’t quite know why she would come to love someone as vile as him, someone with a heart so vast and empty that it sucked in all it could in an attempt to keep itself warm. What Ari told him was right, and Isla didn’t deserve that, but…Steven would try. He truly would, to fix a heart he’d broken, and if he would come to love her for it, then – all the better, right? “I…misunderstood you entirely…” His own cheeks took on a deeper shade of red, and he pulled away in order to meet her gaze again. “Will – will you…uhm…let us start over? Like…like a…d-date…maybe…” His request tapered off, and ended up as a mumbled mess.

[islakyle-blog]

For someone who regarded her as just another friend, the kiss surely contradicted that very statement. Though it bloomed with innocence, she felt something else within it-- something that so direly resembled desire. A person in the middle of a lip-lock wasn’t supposed to think too much, she assumed, but she was different-- she couldn’t stop it even if she tried. She analysed every single thing, every move, every cue. But she adored the kiss nevertheless, and it showed through the way she returned it: almost fervently, almost ardently; as if the moment she would pull away, this spell, this little dream would be broken. She was glad though, when he didn’t run away as lungs screaming for air made them part. His voice held a comforting note and she almost wanted to pull him in for another chaste kiss, telling him that it wasn’t his fault, that everything was alright. And when he uttered that word, a word every girl dreamed to hear, her heart fluttered and she felt her stomach lurch-- in a good way. Her cheeks flushed even more ( if that were possible ), corners of her lips tugged by bliss to form a rather coy smile. “I would love that,” she whispered in response. Then she challenged herself, dared herself to be bolder; so she gave him a quick peck on the chin, only to pull away shortly afterwards, a soft chuckle leaving her lips.

[sbxwhite-blog]

He wondered, then, if he was still capable of love. If he was capable of this, of gentleness, and hushed tones, and red cheeks. He wanted to meet her gaze and to drown in it. How could he be capable of love if he had only been betrayed before he could even allow himself to fall completely? Perhaps this was his chance to try again – and maybe ( hopefully ) such romances wouldn’t end in tragedy. If she gave him the chance to fall in love with her, then maybe…maybe he would. ( But he was young, and inexperienced, and such a horrible romantic. ) Instantly he was regretful of his previous actions, and knew now how exactly he had hurt her. The damage was done because he had misunderstood her, then, and now he resolved to fix it. There was little room for misinterpretation here, and even less for error. What if he said the wrong thing, as he was prone to doing? Thus, he allowed his actions to speak for him instead, his free index against her chin, urging her to look at him again so he could press his lips to her own, gentle and shy and soft as melting snow.

[islakyle-blog]

The warm pads of his finger on her chin prompted her to open her eyes only to have every fiber of her being attacked by a myriad of emotions when his face drew close, close, closer, until their lips eventually met. For heaven’s sake, every word, every syllable, every letter vanished, stolen from the vast dictionary of her brain and she was rendered speechless, almost breathless, too stunned to even move. She squeezed her eyes shut once again, feeling the flames of her embarrassment lick her cheeks till she was certain that they were searing red as molten steel. Though her heart rate was erratic, pounding like war drums in her chest, her mind actually managed to find a solitary calm, and she eased into his touch like waves meeting shore. She reciprocated the kiss, and though it felt wrong in some odd way, it also felt very right. It was akin to stroking her lips with delicate rose petals, though her fingers bled, pricked by tiny thorns. She deserved to be here, she argued with herself, no matter where she stood. Shouldn’t love conquer all odds, as she had read in fairy tales? Surely, he would see past her commoner status. Surely, he would learn to love her for who she was.

[sbxwhite-blog]

To say that he didn’t expect something like that would be a lie. He blamed it on the moment, and still wasn’t too aware of his own dense mentality. It was offlandish to think that she could fall for someone like him. He’d always been called ‘unattainable’ or 'unreachable’ and that had always dissuaded anyone he liked – or felt like he would come to love – from making the first move, thus reinforcing the belief that, yes, no one would see him as anyone other than a prince, a work of art in a gallery, never to be touched, or only touched reverently, with the utmost care, as if he would break. With his fingers touching his lips, he realised that his feet had begun to follow her fading ones. Did she think those things too? God – he hoped she didn’t. He hand that had come upon his mouth reached for her own fingers before long, and there was hope in eyes as empty and as blue as the summer sky. “Are you?” he asked, almost too silent, “are you really sorry?” He paused, then, and kept his grip around her hand although it felt as if his face would burn from embarrassment. “Please…d-don’t…be…”

[islakyle-blog]

A tiny gasp escaped her lips when she realised that he had come after her, unlike in the previous pool incident. A part of her had assumed that he would leave her be, give her the time and space she needed to maybe reflect on her rash actions. But there was also another part of her that rejoiced when he did chase after her, and now here he was, holding her hand in his. His hand felt warm to her touch, and it could be due to the anxiety, but she was fairly certain that her palm had turned clammy. She wondered if it would hinder him somehow-- but her train of thoughts, of reveries, of worries were soon interrupted by his voice, his soft, ever-mellifluous voice that seemed to tug on the seams of her heart that was already threatening to burst with all these emotions it contained. “I.. I’m not... sorry,” she finally admitted, eyes elsewhere but on his. She couldn’t face him, not like this, not when she was about to bare her raw emotions. “Maybe,” and her eyes flickered to his for a fleeting second before they squeezed shut, just like how her grip on his hand had tightened, “maybe I wanted to do it... since the very beginning. Maybe.. I’m a little in love with you.” If she had been sending him mixed signals from the very beginning, then that could perhaps explain his obliviousness. But now, there was no turning back, and there was no way he could misinterpret her actions nor her words.

[islakyle-blog]

"Don't make me use puppy-dog eyes!"

[ ! ] Cute starters

“It’s not gonna work, you know?” For two days now, he had been bugging her for a sneak peek at the drama club’s latest script. She was actually bewildered as to why he would even approach her in the first place-- though it should be expected when she landed the lead role. It was the club’s ridiculous policy that every student should be given a chance to play a main character at least once, and this time, it just so happened to be her turn. The play was an original, of course; hence the curiosity. “Look, unless you have a part in it, then I’m not sure if I should even be telling you anything.”

[islakyle-blog]

"Do you love me?"

[ ! ] Cute starters 

She had been gone for a minute ( a minute! ) to get herself – and him too, of course – an ice lolly. And before she left, she had entrusted him with her cat– which was now hanging in midair, upper half supported by his hands. Silent feet made her return unnoticeable and curiosity compelled her to stand back to observe what Steven was doing to the poor animal. “Do you love me?” His question made her frown, the girl finding it annoying that he was taunting the fat cat. So she cleared her throat to grab his attention before settling down beside him, leaning her back against the huge tree trunk. “Here,” she said and handed him the frozen snack.

[islakyle-blog]

"You look a bit tired, why don't you just stay home today?"

[ ! ] Cute starters

“It’s fine. I’m fine,” she waved the girl off. In all honesty, she was glad to be able to leave the academy– it was getting a little boring, and she felt somewhat smothered, overwhelmed. Perhaps it was the heat, and it had gotten to her head. A walk in town could always do her good, give her a chance to take a breather. “Besides, we still need to get the things we need.” It would have been better if they were out here on leisure, but alas they were only granted an outing to get the materials needed for their Physics project.

[islakyle-blog]

sibling fiasco

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she held his hand, emptied his lungs, made his eyes wide with fear or something close to it. though it tasted of worry, had the texture of thoughtful, agitated his heart with excitement. he’d always read these descriptions in books, seen them in movies, though it never consisted of siblings, always lingered in the thoughts of love, a young couple.

which forced him look inward, to deconstruct the emotion; it had relief in its edges, was padded with a newborn fondness, still growing, already vast, thick in his mentality. he could feel it when he turned his head, gave her another smile–that warmth that told him that yes, this was his sister, and no, he wasn’t alone, not completely anyway. it thinned his eyes, straightened his posture, filled him with a pride so foreign he’d never thought he could feel it, couldn’t place it even as it spread in tiny tremors, quivers of emotion that held their own story, engraved their own letters into his muscles, the curve of his back, the lines of his fingers.

“it’s hard to loosen up.” he muttered, though he tried to let comfort seep in, to let the structure of composure wither away, to let it speckle in decay. and he managed some, let his shoulders curve, relaxed his hand against her hold, made it loose at the same time it was tight. he thought he did well until a name rolled off his tongue and stiffened his legs, made him halt, turn to her quickly. “you know ari?!”

[islakyle-blog]

His statement only garnered him a roll of her eyes. Do guys find it extremely difficult to let loose? It was actually very easy when it comes to the sirens. All they would need is a piece of gossip-- but that almost always gets them worked up even more... Beer! Yes, those illegal ( because of their age ) beverages could definitely loosen a knot or two in their shoulders-- or a screw in Jacqueline’s head. She reminded herself that she might need to give Marvin a bottle some time later; he seemed like he might need it.

“Of course, I know her,” came a reply from the girl as if it was a no-brainer. Their mothers may not always be on good terms with each other, but quarrels happen, even amongst the best of friends. Isla had practically grew up surrounded by both Jacqueline and Amaryllis, and she couldn’t imagine life otherwise. But now, Marvin was acting strange and she had to stop as well when he decided to impersonate a statue. They would have probably earned themselves a sharp glare from the librarian if they were still in the library, staring each other down like two cats about to engage in a fight.

“You say her name as if it’s poison.” She didn’t mean to sound like she had just made an accusation but her heightened sense of hearing never once failed her. Things like these -- contexts, verbal cues, emotions kept tucked in between the lines -- she would never miss them. “Anyway, I’m sure she would be happy to meet you.” And just like that, gone was her defensive tone, her posture slackening into a much more relaxed stance, smile returning to her cherry lips. Isla was as unpredictable as the weather, and this was just barely grazing the surface. 

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“Dunno.” Amaryllis did as she was told, parting her lips as Isla silently commanded. It took her a few moments, and after a few grunts, she managed to lie on her side. “Yes we have a– symbiotic relationship of sorts, you could say. It just turned a little sour. Probably the worst of it is over now though.” Would he apologise? She didn’t expect him to, but she didn’t rule out that guilt could eat him alive after his anger had subsided. Of course she wouldn’t hold a grudge against Lucifer. She might kill him. Her reasoning for that would be equality and not revenge, surely he would understand. “How long am I going to be out of action for Doc?” 

[islakyle-blog]

“Symbiotic. Is he a parasite or--” Before she could utter anything else that would aggravate her best friend’s condition, she cut herself off, biting the inside of her cheek. It wasn’t long till she erupted in laughter -- more like a howl -- and she was already rolling on her back on the floor like a drunk hyena. When she finally came to, her vision was blurry, eyes coated with films of tears from laughing excessively. “You’re gonna be fine, Ari,” she said in a poor attempt of adopting a firm tone. One could definitely tell that she had to restrain herself from bursting into another round of giggles. Clearing her throat, she resumed, “Just rest, okay? He won’t be running away anytime soon.”

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Amaryllis frowned, bothered that Isla handed his name over at the very beginning. She knew that meant her best friend truly had deep feelings for him; Isla knew what Amaryllis did to boys. She’d turn him inside out if it made Scout feel any better. 

She chose not to respond, at least not right away. Why was it that her two best friends were so infatuated with men, well, two men in particular? King was a bridge Amaryllis would never be able to burn. But Isla’s crush was fair game. Inflicting physical pain was probably out of the question but she could still confront him. Her glare was enough to make some fall to their knees– she could probably make this one bend too. “I’m your best friend Isla, you should at least give me a name.”

[islakyle-blog]

A sigh escaped her lips, just another one to the many others bubbling within her. She felt miserable, and she knew that it was reflecting off her face. “Steven.” Once Amaryllis had her mind set on something, there was no stopping her from prodding deeper, and at the moment, Isla was too tired to argue with her over a boy. If telling her his name would make her feel somewhat appeased, then there, she had it. “I’m so cold, Ari,” she muttered, now only realising that she was still clad in her wet school top. And her skirt-- well it was history now. “Can I use your shower?”

[sbxwhite-blog]

He blinked as her words reached him, but he did not stop; no, to do so would be an injustice for them both. If he could, he would have kept dancing, kept getting lost in this, and he wondered if this was how it felt like to fall. Maybe all the rest were flukes – mere crushes, little ones, and although they hurt he could move on. Yet, being unable to see Isla for days, being unable to be beside her – now there was an ache he had refused to acknowledge. But he feared his words would not do this justice, and so he sang, melodious and true: “It’s like catching lightning, the chances of finding someone like you.” His smile did not disappear, or flicker, and he was comfortable, and Steven was not aware of it now when he was quite busy dancing with her like he was falling in love. ( But he did not realise it, no; not when it felt like flying. ) The song ended too quickly, but he remained standing, and his hands would not let go of her – until he realised that this was probably not proper behaviour, and he was smiling far too much, and he really, really didn’t want to seem too forward. “I…uhm…” Here, he finally blushed again, but was still unable to let go.

[islakyle-blog]

When he sang, she didn’t sing along although she would really love to do so. No, she wanted to listen to his voice, just his voice alone. He would be the brightest star on a stage, she thought as she gazed at him, something akin to adoration blooming in her chest. He’d be the brightest star everywhere. Maybe she would admit it now: that she was truly, utterly, and completely head over heels for him. His words, his voice might have swept her into a reverie, a faraway wonderland, and she was lost, but she wasn’t the slightest bit afraid. It felt like she was floating on fluffy clouds and it was soft and beautiful and splendid. She didn’t realise that they had stopped dancing or that the music was no longer playing; her eyes were still fixed on him, his smile, his entire existence before her. He may have spoken but his words were nothing but distant mumbling; for her hands had somehow managed to slip free of his grasp and they were already on his cheeks, her smaller frame inclining towards him. Their lips touched for just the briefest of seconds and she found herself already pulling away, completely mortified by her lack of bashfulness. “I-I’m so sorry,” cheeks aflame, the words tumbled past her still tingling lips, her feet already on the move, leading her away from him to the stairway where she just stood there rooted, the door coming to a close behind her. What had she done?

[sbxwhite-blog]

He felt some sort of burden lift from his shoulders – no, from his heart itself. He smiled, then, boyish and kind and truly happy; he truly could not stop himself from letting out a small laugh from this kind of elation, his cheeks colouring automatically from it. His movements seemed practiced, but it was all improvised – and it was easy, and he was not afraid with her. Hadn’t she followed him before they even properly interacted? Although others may have looked upon this kind of behaviour with disdain, Steven was too kind, too optimistic, and only thought of the good in people. She must have been too shy – not that he was anyone to be shy around – and he was glad to have truly met her, even if it had been cut short by the pool incident. Thus he twirled her around, sang along to the song under his breath, his voice melodic as his mother’s own: “Take my hand. I’ll take the lead, and every turn will be safe with me.” He pulled her close again, continuing the dance, gaze kept upon hers still, the lyrics conveying more than what spoken words could. “Don’t be afraid, afraid to fall – you know I’ll catch you through it all.”

[islakyle-blog]

She caught the faint sound of his voice though he probably intended it to be discreet-- a personal song for his heart to match the mood of the current ambiance. But she knew the words to that song and they took residence on the curve of her lips, dancing and tapping along to the beat of her heart. “Even a thousand miles can't keep us apart, 'cause my heart is wherever you are.” The smile she showed him came straight from the heart, and it was perhaps the brightest, most sincere smile she had ever given to anyone. The two students may be moving not as two entities, but one, on the rooftop, and he may be dipping her, and she may be laughing like a giddy girl who was clearly in love, but nothing could beat the solo performance of her heart as it twirled and pranced gracefully in her chest like it was a long-awaited performance of a lifetime. It may still be covered in bruises from the previous injury but it was soaring, and it didn’t feel like falling. But Isla, oh Isla. She was falling more and more, and maybe this time, a pair of arms would catch her before she hits the ground.

[islakyle-blog]

Cute Starters

"I'm glad your home."

"How was work?"

"Did you have fun tonight?"

"Get back in bed."

"Hey, I have a cold sore! Don't kiss me!"

"My favorite character died..."

"What's your favorite flower?"

"I'm baking a cake for us!"

"Happy Anniversary, ___"

"Aren't you going to give me a kiss?"

"Will you cuddle with me?"

"I had a bad day."

"Can't we just stay in bed today?"

"Please?"

"Don't make me use puppy-dog eyes!"

"Don't use the puppy-dog eyes!"

"Let's watch a Disney movie together..."

"Do you love me?"

"Will you marry me?"

"May I have this dance?"

"My back still hurts. Will you rub it?"

"Get up! It's morning!"

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"You look a bit tired, why don't you just stay home today?"

"I'll take care of you."

[moonlightduelist]

dc challenge: favorite female character // Selina Kyle/Catwoman

“I’m a thief–and stealing is what I do. Not so much for the prize or the possession or even the profit…but for the art of doing it…because I can…and because I’m good.”

[arixisley-deactivated20240622]

“But it partly is. My Kitty, you are intelligent. You couldn’t have fallen without some wickedness on his part. He must have done something. Is he cunning? Perhaps you never even realised he was doing such a thing…” A sigh fell from her lips. Amaryllis was still in disbelief that this could happen to one of them, and so quickly. The man must be a real piece of work– an experienced heartbreaker. “You are so much more than that.” She said sternly, placed her hands upon Isla’s and removing them from her cheeks, holding them instead. “You’re the best thief I know. But other than that, you are strong and so very smart Kitty, this is the last thing you would have wanted. I know.” 

[islakyle-blog]

“I don’t think...” But something flickered in her eyes as she pondered the words of her best friend. There was a hint of truth in everything; one just had to read between the lines. For a little bit longer, she let the words surround her in slow, undulating waves, until they formed talons of their own and began to scrape and slash her very flesh. No. She would not allow her mind to be filled with this poison. Amaryllis may have her best intentions in mind but they both knew she was a walking time bomb, awaiting only time or in this case, the correct words, to detonate. “This isn’t what I wanted. But I wanted him, Ari. God, I wanted him.” Perhaps it was a mistake to reveal her true desires, but Amaryllis was all she had at the moment, and the more she kept it concealed, the more it tried to claw its way out.