We Are Not Our Parents

Heroes, villains... we're all just kids. // Indie, selective, exclusive Descendants canon and OC multimuse. Sideblog to take-to-the-fxcking-stars. Under heavy construction. Header & pfp cr. Ren (ofthecontinuum).

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nxttheendxfthestxry is moving!

Hi guys, Destini here. So, my main blog has been just... too much, for me, due to personal reasons, and I couldn’t bring myself to clean it up and just keep things the same. Between that, and my tag system breaking, I decided now is the time to move out and move on.

NTEXTS will rise again, under a new URL, eventually. Please DM me for the URL of my new main, and please follow me there for updates. I have yet to remake any of my sideblogs but rest assured those will come along in the coming days.

Thanks for being here, and I hope to see you again. This blog is now an archive.

[nxttheendxfthestxryarch]

nxttheendxfthestxry is moving!

Hi guys, Destini here. So, my main blog has been just… too much, for me, due to personal reasons, and I couldn’t bring myself to clean it up and just keep things the same. Between that, and my tag system breaking, I decided now is the time to move out and move on.

NTEXTS will rise again, under a new URL, eventually. Please DM me for the URL of my new main, and please follow me there for updates. I have yet to remake any of my sideblogs but rest assured those will come along in the coming days.

Thanks for being here, and I hope to see you again. This blog is now an archive.

[nxttheendxfthestxryarch]

nxttheendxfthestxry is moving!

Hi guys, Destini here. So, my main blog has been just… too much, for me, due to personal reasons, and I couldn’t bring myself to clean it up and just keep things the same. Between that, and my tag system breaking, I decided now is the time to move out and move on.

NTEXTS will rise again, under a new URL, eventually. Please DM me for the URL of my new main, and please follow me there for updates. I have yet to remake any of my sideblogs but rest assured those will come along in the coming days.

Thanks for being here, and I hope to see you again. This blog is now an archive.

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changingthelegacy​:

Eretria looked up at him, blinking in surprise. She felt her heart nearly stopping. Oh no. “I’m… I-” She cleared her throat. “I’m fine.” Definitely fine. Not thinking about how close Oliver was, or the butterflies in her stomach, or…

Fuck it. She reached up and grabbed Oliver’s jacket, pulling him down to her level and kissing him without a second thought.

Oliver lets out a muffled “mmph!” of surprise when she pulls him down but relaxes, closing his eyes and holding onto her a bit. What-- this wasn’t what he’d expected his day to end up being like.

But, they’re not complaining about it, either, pulling back to look at her and offering her a slight smile, looking in her eyes.

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Oh this was a mess, wasn’t it? What had she gotten herself into?

Eretria glanced up at Oliver. Why was she comfortable? This was someone she didn’t know, a rich someone she didn’t know, she didn’t have any reason to be comfortable with him. And yet…

Too busy thinking to watch where she was going, she tripped on an uneven sidewalk tile, yelping as she started falling forward-

Oliver jumps into immediate action, reaching out and catching her when she trips, looking worried. “Whoa, there, you okay?”

Meeting her eyes, they for a moment forget everything else but quickly pulls it back together, looking worried as they hold her to help steady her again.

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Eretria jumped a little, surprised at the contact, a slight flush rising to her cheeks. Was that intentional? Maybe. Maybe not. She shrugged and cleared her throat. “Could be worse. You could be me. I don’t exactly get out much.”

I’m too busy trying to protect my siblings, she thought, but she didn’t say it out loud. She wouldn’t, couldn’t, let herself just tell her life story to them. She took a bite of the cookie. He was definitely… Not something she was going to focus on, nope.

Oliver shrugs a bit, clearing his throat a bit. “Don’t, uh, don’t worry about it. It’s fine.”

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Eretria reached out to take a cookie, glancing up at him as she did. She hated everything that was happening. And she hated that she didn’t hate it. She looked around. Could she find her way home from there? Probably.

She shrugged, looking down at the pavement. “Yeah, sure, whatever.” She cleared her throat, not sure how to feel about anything that was happening. There she was, walking around aimlessly with a complete stranger, walking right next to him even, despite the alarm bells in her head telling her to bolt.

Oliver chuckles a bit. “Yeah, guess I’m not too good at this stuff, am I?” As he reaches to get another cookie as well, he brushes her hand softly for a moment, pausing and clearing his throat.

They hadn’t been planning on focusing too much on it, but she was very pretty. Quickly, though, Oliver focuses their attention back on the cookie they’d grabbed, suddenly flustered.

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Oliver pauses and laughs a bit, looking back at her. “Now, I won’t pretend to speak of all little sisters. You seem pretty cool to me. I mean, what do I know, I guess, but still.”

Clearing their throat, Oliver shrugs and glances away a moment. She clearly wasn’t too comfortable with talking about this stuff. He could see that, no question. And continuing off a point she probably didn’t mean to bring up in the first place…

“Uh. Gwen, on the other hand, specifically, can be a real pain in the ass.”

Nailed it.

Eretria pulled her hair out of her face, shrugging. She didn’t want to keep talking about it. Absolutely not. She didn’t need to burden Oliver with her problems. God, a stranger, and she was already feeling comfortable. Disgusting.

She looked up at them, quickly looking away again, clearing her throat. Nope. Nope. Nope!

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Oliver clears their throat and offers her another cookie. Mistakes were made and maybe they shouldn't have opened their mouth, but, here they are.

"Um. Sorry, I can change the subject. Uh." He pauses, thinking, wrinkling his nose a bit. "...uh."

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Eretria snorted a little. “I bet we little sisters are just the worst.” She closed her eyes, kicking herself mentally. Dammit. She’d let it slip. She took another bite of the cookie, trying not to let herself focus on it.

She glanced up at him, but said nothing further, not wanting to screw up even more. They didn’t need to know about her siblings, or her mother, or anything else. A stranger. Oliver was a stranger… but she almost didn’t want him to be…

Oliver pauses and laughs a bit, looking back at her. “Now, I won’t pretend to speak of all little sisters. You seem pretty cool to me. I mean, what do I know, I guess, but still.”

Clearing their throat, Oliver shrugs and glances away a moment. She clearly wasn’t too comfortable with talking about this stuff. He could see that, no question. And continuing off a point she probably didn’t mean to bring up in the first place...

“Uh. Gwen, on the other hand, specifically, can be a real pain in the ass.”

Nailed it.

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Eretria looked at the cookies, confused. He was… letting her get the first one? That… wasn’t something she was used to. She slowly reached out and took a cookie, watching Oliver to make sure it wasn’t just a trick.

She took a small bite, blinking in complete shock. She… couldn’t remember the last time she’d had one. Had she ever had one? She pushed away her reaction, quickly looking down at the pavement. “Whatever.”

Oliver smiles a bit at her response to the cookie, shrugging a bit and getting one for himself. “Better than spending all day with my little sister, anyways.”

As they walk along, not particularly heading anywhere as of yet, just sticking with her to share cookies, Oliver looks around a bit, taking things in, thinking a bit, humming something for a moment before pausing and clearing their throat.

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Eretria scrunched up her nose, grumbling. “Gross.” She looked over them again, shrugging. “Whatever. Their loss, or whatever.” She made sure her jacket was still there, trying to keep herself grounded. Strangers. She didn’t like them. They made her nervous.

“Good for me, I suppose,” she said quietly. She cleared her throat. “Yeah, well, don’t think very much on me. I can guarantee you that we will probably never see each other again.” She looked up at him. “My mother doesn’t exactly take kindly to people.”

Oliver glances at her, cocking their head slightly, frowning almost imperceptibly at how she phrases herself as they walk out before shrugging and opening the cookies they’d grabbed for Gwen, offering her the opened package to let her get first dibs.

“Maybe so, but it’s nice to have at least had a chance to get to know someone for a change.”

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Eretria tilted her head a little, looking him over. “Seriously?” She shrugged, holding the can of soup tight, scared of letting it go. “I mean… You seem… nice enough, I guess.” She looked straight ahead, trying to remember how to get back to their apartment from there.

She held up the soup, chuckling. “You, uh… bought a complete stranger’s dinner.”

“That would actually be the problem,” they shrug. “See, my sister and I, like I said my family’s pretty well off. Gwen and I go to this snobby rich kid prep school and uh... most of our classmates, it’s about how much money you sink into yourself. Meanwhile, I look like... this,” he motions to himself, the beat up, older jacket and shoes and not super well kept shirt and jeans, “--and I’m not as concerned with making myself look good or showing up someone else at school. I am... kind of a joke to most of the people I know.”

Shaking their head, Oliver shrugs. “Doesn’t bother me too much, really. It’d be nice to have someone to talk to that’s my age besides Gwen, but, other than that it’s not too bad. I prefer it this way, honestly. That kind of superficial behavior... doesn’t appeal, really.”

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Eretria bit her lip to try to keep herself from smiling, but ultimately failed. She shrugged, running a hand through her hair. “Whatever you say, toothpick.” She sighed a little.

Oh, she hated it. Well, she hated that she didn’t completely hate the stupid rich boy. He was being nice to her. Not a lot of people were.

Oliver chuckles. “...I can’t even be offended by that, honestly.” They smile a bit as they go through the checkouts quickly, not even glancing at the total to themselves as they pay for it.

“Hey, thanks for just hanging out with me, short stint or not,” he adds abruptly to her as they walk out. “Not a lot of people I know do. So. It was kinda nice to have someone who’d actually be seen for me for 2 seconds that wasn’t family.”

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changingthelegacy​:

Eretria rolled her eyes. “I’ve survived longer on less.” She started towards the checkouts, making sure that she wasn’t walking too fast. If Oliver was going to cover it, she needed to at least make it look like she was willingly with him.

She did, though, glance at the package of cookies, but shook her head, mentally scolding herself. No sweets. She knew that.

“All right, okay,” Oliver shrugs. “You at least have to help me split like half of these. My sister told me to get these for her when she found out I was going out for snacks, the last thing I’m going to do is bring her the entire thing.”

They glance back at her with a wry smile on their face at that, shrugging a bit. “I’ll tell her it’s payment for making me grab it instead of getting it herself.”

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changingthelegacy​:

Eretria paused, still standing on her toes with her hand barely touching the can. Well… she did need it. She was in charge of dinner for the weekend while Eris was God only knew where. She closed her eyes, cursing herself, and grabbed the can again.

“Whatever, fine,” she grumbled, turning back to him. She brushed her hair out of her face slightly, looking up at Oliver. “Let’s get this over with.”

Oliver chuckles, shrugging a bit, ducking aside quickly and grabbing a package of cookies for Gwen before nodding for them to head on up to the checkouts. “After you.”

He smiles softly, his mind briefly wandering elsewhere, before he blinks back into reality abruptly. “You sure the soup’s enough, though? Again, I’m more than willing to help.”

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changingthelegacy​:

Eretria blinked, actually looking up at them, stopping. “You…” She forced herself not to shrink further into herself, rolling her shoulders and hardening her face. “I don’t need charity.” She reached up to put the can back, having to stand on her toes to even reach the shelf.

Fuck everything. She could move on, go to a different store, one without someone pitying her for not being able to actually buy the two-fucking-dollar can of soup.

“And it’s not like it means much to me. My grandfather was kinda big in his day, we’ve got the money. I just thought I’d help out so you didn’t have to keep facing that scrutiny.” Oliver shrugs. “My sister and I were taught that just because we’ve never experienced it doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen to others, and to just do good by others when we meet them, is all.”

He sighs a bit. “But I’m not in the business of forcing my hand where I’m not needed or wanted. It’s just an offer on the table.”