{ dread dead };

“Then maybe you should actually talk to him. Yeah, love. People love their friends, Mel. I don’t know if he’s in love with you…You’d have to talk to him.”

“If I agreed to talk to him, you have to promise that you'll be close by and ready to go if I need an escape plan, just in case things go south.”

#{ alyse };

He exhaled deeply and turned around, putting out the fire. “Just fucking go, Melinoe. I don’t feel like explaining myself to you,” he pocketed his wand and looked up at the sky. Everything was too difficult to explain and he knew it’d do no good, anyway.

“Fine, be a big brooding baby about it. Doesn’t affect me.” And with a final shrug, Mel headed back to the castle without him.

“Do you think I’m just talking about you?! I’m talking about everyone.” He stood up. “No one ever fucking needs me, why the hell do you think I’m so—” he circles his fingers around his head, searching for the word, “—so fucking insane. I’m happy you found the right fucking guy for you but that doesn’t mean I can’t feel like shit when everyone around me is happy and I’m nothing.”

“Okay, you have to realize that you push people away. Being rude and dismissive isn’t helping if you want people to need you. You treat others the way you want to be treated.” Way to sound like a scolding mother, Mel. “And I’m pretty sure there’s more reasons as to why you’re insane, just saying.. But actually I’m telling you this because you need to hear it: stop complaining about being unhappy and do something about it. I know I did.”

#{ lucas };#oh god

“I don’t have to please you. You have a boyfriend for that.” He sighed, focusing on the fire still. “So I am not needed. Nor am I ever needed, apparently.”

“He isn’t my boyfriend, how many fucking times do I need to say that so it sticks in your thick skull? But no, you know what? Even if he was, get over it.” Distancing herself more and more from where he was, Mel let out a small laugh. “And oh, you wanna wallow in self-pity about ‘not being needed’? Fine, mope around the stupid fire all night. You’ve never truly put me first -- you never needed me, and I’ve given you too many chances. So just go fuck yourself, Lucas. It’s done.” Yeah, her anger was definitely subduing itself.

He shook his head. “Whatever, Melinoe. I’m done with trying to please you.” He groaned and pushed his hand back into the flames.

“Well maybe if you weren’t so bad at trying to please me,” Pulling her back back around her, she stood up from where she was sitting, getting ready to actually leave. Because while her anger may have been subduing, there wasn’t any point of arguing with him. Like usual. “You wouldn’t have that issue.”

“I know who you mean,” he snapped, rolling his eyes and bringing his hand back in. “And I asked you not to speak of him.” He closed his eyes and cracked his neck, trying to think of ways to avoid talking. “Because.”

“No need to get jealous, Lucas.” Holding back a small laugh at how fussy he suddenly got, Mel just shrugged. “Fine, then I guess I can always go back to the castle. Since you know, you aren’t holding up on your end of the deal.”

Something like that…It takes a lot of courage to tell someone you love. What if they leave, you know?

#i'm sorry i just assumed when gio said she told you that she went sort of in detail #but did you get her mssg about it that she said she sent?#{ alyse };

“Yeah, unlike in that... moment, I do get it now, so I guess I can't really blame him — wait, love?”

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“Sometimes I forget you’re not still fifteen. It’s in the cupboard.” he said, pointing behind her..

#{ micah };#i'm assume he knows about the letters #also will her naming her second born // first son after him help anything bc that's a thing

“You know, it’s an honest mistake -- I’m still the same height.” And with that, she pulled herself up from the bed and went over to where Micah pointed. Grabbing an extra glass and pouring some of the alcohol (just a little, there was no need for her to over do herself) for herself. Once she finished with that, Mel went back over to the bed and sat down. “So, you know how Salvador has been sending me all those letters, right?”

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“What? My house, my rules, if I want to drink in bed, I will..”

#god these two are part of my d e a t h #{ micah };

“At least share it, then, because I probably need it a lot right now.”

all because of owls // letter no.4

“Not trying to appear creepy, but the owl IS coming back so I know you've been getting these. You also probably know that I'm staying at Lyse's for the summer so if you dropped by I'd be there and we could talk? Because I really think we need to talk because if our friendship is really ending there are some things you need to know. - S. C.”

From the fourth letter from Salvador, Mel wanted to scream. It was frustrating, yet she continued to take them from the poor (most likely irritated) owl. Why? Because no matter what she said - to herself or others - she (for some reason) liked that he was sending them. Despite the bad blood that happened, it showed Sal at least cared enough to talk about it.

But Mel was just so... stubborn -- determined not to cave, not to write back - certainty not to meet up with him and hear whatever ‘excuse’ he came with.

Though, while not sending anything in return had been easy; writing a response was difficult to not after some time. Alas, the moment Mel seized the fourth letter from the owl, she neglected to realize the letter she did in fact write was left out on her desk.

And that damned owl - treated poorly and exhausted from running messages to simply be ignored - snatched it as a prize of maybe (just maybe) being rewarded with a treat. For, literally, once in this entire situation.

#{ wolf king minus the crown };#letter no.4 #this is different because of what i did oops

“Letters, still? Yeah, he’s my friend but you are too. A while ago, I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, Mel…I just kind of put everything together.”

#sal's been sending letters to mel trying to get her to meet up to talk about what happened #{ alyse };

“... I had a feeling, but I always just dismissed it thinking he’d tell me. You know, someone else had to tell me and it... hurt?”

Tell me about it. Nothing a spell can’t fix, I guess. Oh…That. We don’t have to talk about it, Mel.

“No, no it’s fine. He’s your friend, too, and hey... I mean, I guess you already know about the letters. Literally get one like every day... But it’s whatever. So, when did you find out about the ‘alter ego’?”

#{ alyse };

We can just go out instead. My cute little apartment has turned into a man cave.

Roll around in dirt?

#yeah mel just found out when the whole emotional thing went down lol #{ alyse };

“Yeah, he has bad habits when it comes to keeping tidy... But you know, running around forests and all of that.”

Free tickets? You’re crazy. I have make money somehow.

So we’re making plans? Great. Except…Well, Sal is staying at my apartment.