Mystical Love

☾Isla Madison. Twenty. Student. Alive. Major: Political Science. Minor: American History.

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Starter: Open

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thenathanielharris:

Nathaniel shrugged his shoulders, “summer was the same as always. Going to auditions, learning more about what is needed to get the right gig.” He gave her a smile, “how was your summer?” He nodded his head, “just got them today. It looks like I’m going to be pretty busy. What about you?”

“That sounds fun, did you get any work? I ended up doing an internship for my dad which was a nightmare of endless amounts of work. Do yourself a favor, never work with family they make you work harder than anyone else you will ever meet.” She rolled her eyes just thinking about all the paper work she had done over break, it was worse than being in school. 

She laughing shaking her head at his question “It’s a good thing I’m used to not getting much sleep because it looks like I won’t be getting any this year.”

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harleyxmaddox:

Harley’s eyes were still narrowed towards the machine but she grumbled. “GO ahead and try though it’ll probably just eat your money too.” Harley did take the money though and put it in, waiting for it to either cough up the cheetos or take the money. Sort of sighing when it dropped the snack. “Thanks.”

Isla leaned down and grabbed the chips from the dispenser, handing them to the other girl, not really wanting any. “It’s not a problem, honestly I think the machine can smell hostility...so maybe next time just try a gentle touch.” She smiled, shrugging her shoulders not sure if she should just walk away or not, deciding to take a chance she offered up her name. “I’m Isla Madison, by the way.”

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Starter: Open

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skyxphillips:

“Your life would be boring as hell if you didn’t have me around, let’s be honest right now Isla,” Sky playfully rolled their eyes before crossing their arms over their chest and pretending to think about the fact they’d taken Isla to some dark creepy place and just gave a sheepish grin.

“Okay, you raise a fair point but I thought you had a better backbone and as long as you were with me, you could handle it. I know better now.”  Sky snickered though, shrugging. “What can I say? I like a good adrenaline rush and okay, my days have sounded like a vacation compared to yours.” Sky wrinkled their nose up and sighed. “We have got to get you out to do something Isla, before you wither away in that lame ass politics bullshit. I won’t stand for that.”

“That was my stronger backbone, you don’t want to know how scared I would have been if you weren’t around.” Isla gave their shoulder a gentle push, rolling her eyes. “Stop laughing at me, I’m fragile.” She forced a pout on her face.

Isla did love politics, it was the one thing in life she was good at, it was always the thing she was sure about but sometimes she had to question if it was something she wanted to do for the rest of her life. Her parents were not likely to forgive her if she changed her mind, but at what point was it okay for her to start thinking for herself? “Ouch, don’t call it that, this is my futureee.” She let the last word drag out before laughing. “Although getting out does sound better than staring at my computer for another second.”

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declanxhedley:

“So, how was the party, anyways? Spent the whole thing in my room.” Declan asked, glancing over to the person he was with. “Though I wanna say I had more fun in there, anyways.” A small smile played on his lips.

“In all the time that you’ve known me, have I ever gone to a lame college party? That’s begging for one of two things,either something disastrous will happen and you become a bad after school special or you’ll sleep through morning classes. Both are tragic outcomes.” Isla walked into his dorm room completely, leaning on his computer desk, raising a brow in question. “Do I even want to know what you did last night?“ She pointed down to where she practically sitting, smirking a bit. “This is clean, right?” 

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harleyxmaddox:

“Great!” The angry female kicked the vending machine. “Fucking stupid mechanical piece of shit.” Looking over her shoulder at the person passing, she just shrugged. “It ate my money and I don’t feel like breaking the glass and getting in trouble.”

Isla approached the girl yelling and kicking the defenseless machinery slowly waving a dollar bill in the air like a white flag. “Easy, friend, I come with a peace offering.” A small burst of laughter escaped from her lips as she held out the money for her to take. “You don’t have to pay me back as long as you promise to share.”

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Starter: Open

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skyxphillips:

“No you don’t, you wish that you did though. Jesus Isla, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Sky gave a small smirk at the other before leaning against the wall. “I haven’t seen you around, have you been hiding on me? Seriously, I’m sorry about taking you into the basement, I didn’t know it was going to freak you out that much.”

“Everyday of my life.” She smirked at them, happily joking along, glad her friend came along when they did. Isla was just starting to get freaked out, of course she’d heard the whispers that got around about the weird things that went on around the school but she was never one to pay much attention to silly rumors. “Ghosts, right.” The girl rolled her eyes and let out a deep breath.

“You didn’t know that spiders, the dark, and the cold freaked me out? And you call yourself my friend.” Basements had always been eerily places that she hated venturing into, probably because she was never allowed to do things like that as a child, her sense of adventure was practically nonexistent. “I will never understand how you think being scared and having fun are the same thing. But regardless of are not so fun basement adventures I haven’t been avoiding you. I already have a ten page essay on some political theory crap, fun times.” 

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Starter: Open

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keiranrosier:

“You don’t hate me.” He smirked, lifting an eyebrow at her.

Keiran began to laugh. “I’m bored. Let’s do something.” He mocked her mocking him, only adding to the childish claims he’d already had on him. His closer friends brought out the best in him, and sometimes the worst.

There were only a couple of people Keiran could drop his facade around. He could act like his normal, annoying self rather than the person he pretended to be around a lot of people. Ilsa was definitely one of those people.

“Oh, did you miss me?” He pouted, laughing as he was shoved away from her. “I’m sorry. It must’ve got lost in the mail with all of my other complimentary handwritten letters. You know, the ones I do in calligraphy?” His sarcastic voice was complimented by an eye roll as he began to walk.

“Fine,” Keiran frowned. “Don’t hang out with me. You’re a just bully, anyway.”

Isla rolled her eyes at his childish antics, being fully aware she probably wasn’t any  better. “Has anyone ever told you how mature you are? No? Really? I can’t imagine why.” The girl rolled her eyes not bothering to wait for a response.

The truth was Isla had missed him dearly, there wasn’t much fun to be had when he wasn’t around, and without their lighthearted banter to distract herself with the stress of her everyday life tended to pile on making it hard to breath. It’s not something she was likely to ever admit, being content with everyone thinking she was some sort of super human that never cracked under pressure.

“Oh, for sure, for sure. I cried for you every night, didn’t you get any of my six hundred voice mails? Pretty sure I filled up your inbox.” She placed a finger to her lip thoughtfully, pausing for a second. “You might want to make sure you clear that out, what if you got a girl pregnant over the summer? They’d never be able to get in touch with you.“ A smirk flashed across on her mouth, but quickly disappeared when she sighed for dramatic effect. “Well, I suppose they could always send you a letter...you know, in calligraphy. ” She let a wave of laughter take over her, already feeling lighter than she had in weeks.

Impulsively she grabbed one of his hands into her own, gingerly swinging it around. “Don’t pout, it’s not a good look for you.” Realizing that physical contact was something that could often be misread, she dropped his hand so fast, it was as if she’d been burned. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, she cleared her throat easing away her tension. “If you stop frowning we can hang out, I’ll even let you organize my bookshelf.”

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Starter: Open

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keiranrosier:

Considering he had nothing to do that day, Keiran was extremely bored. He’d spent most of his day playing Xbox in his room with Link, but then his roommate left and he got tired of playing on his own. So he started to wander around the school, looking for something to do or someone to talk to.

He’d almost given up when his eyes fell on a familiar face, one that clearly hadn’t notice him yet. That gave him a chance to have some of his immature, childish fun. Keiran began to sneak up behind the girl, grabbing her lightly to scare her.

Once she spun around, Keiran began to laugh. He wrapped his arms around her, giving her a fake pout. “You don’t hate me.” He coaxed, swaying with her as he laughed. “You love me and my sneaking around. It’s part of my striking personality. Now - I’m bored. Let’s do something.”

When Isla felt his arms wrap around her body she tensed up for a moment, but quickly melted into his embrace relishing in the warmth he provided. "I do hate you." She mumbled stubbornly, her voice slightly muffled against him. Her determination to stay bitter wavered the instant he started pulling her around like a rag doll, a string of soft laughter escaped her lips as she pulled away from his touch.

Isla had known Keiran for nearly two years now, the two came from completely different backgrounds and their upbringings weren't even remotely similar but despite those differences they had nothing but fun when they were together, which was pretty much all the time. In fact the only time they spent more than two days apart was during the summer. Which unlike everyone else in the school and likely world it was never a time Isla particularly enjoyed, she worked harder during the summer than the whole school year combined.

"I'm bored. Let's do something." She mocked, shoving his face away with her hand, smirking. "Now you want to hang out, but you during the summer you don't call, you don't write! And you have the nerve to ask me to entertain you? Get lost."

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Starter: Open

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thenathanielharris:

Nathaniel hadn’t meant to startle her, it was never his intention. But then again he never meant to startle anyone and he ended up doing it quite often. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to. I honestly thought you heard me walking up.” He wouldn’t have touched her back if he knew she hadn’t heard him but he thought he had been louder than he was. “Next time I’ll make sure to be a little louder when I’m approaching. I just wanted to say hi.”

“Honestly, I wasn’t paying much attention to anything so I only have myself to blame.” Her moved over to the air vents once more, before turning to the boy in front of her, forgetting what had just been troubling her. Isla smile grew as she listened to him speak, politely nodding along. “It feels like I haven’t seen you in forever, how was your summer? Do you have your classes already?”

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Afternoon Delights | R & I

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remingtonvauser:

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Throughout her many long years at Briarcliff, it was no surprise that Remington had developed her own daily routines. But, to say that the living only altered that a little would have been an understatement. She had practically built her new “life” around the breathers and their habits. Particularly the ones she was fond of. 

And Isla was no exception. The two had been friends for as long as Remi could remember. Hell, she’d probably met her just after move-in day. It was easily noticed that they fell into a familiar pattern rather quickly, and had been damn near inseparable since. 

On this particular day, afternoon rather, the blonde was click-clacking her heels against the halls more quickly than usual, as she made her way up to Isla’s dorm, letting herself in and plopping down on the corner of the sleeping brunette’s bed. 

“Isla!” She chimed, though her voice was more alarmed than usual. “Wake up! You missed lunch!” For Remington, missing a meal was never an issue. Being dead kind of took care of that. But, she didn’t see how a breather could ever turn away the taste of food, after losing that ability herself. Plus, she had been excited to spend the bright day out in the front lawn, nibbling on sandwiches she didn’t enjoy with a girl she did. Reaching out, she shook her a little, shoving her once and pulling away the blankets. “Wake up!”

The sound of her name being called pulled her from her peaceful dreamless state, she'd been so tired since she got back to school, being at home was difficult ever since her father decided he wanted to be senator again. Most of her summer days which she wanted to spend relaxing and catching up on studying were completely stolen from her. Instead she had to help her father with his campaign. It's something she was used to, having dealt with his campaigns her whole life, but this time it was different. Being around her family was different, it was emotionally draining, she was forced to listen to her parents drone on about ideals and politics that she herself no longer believed in. The whole ordeal was made a thousand times worse by the tremendous amount of guilt she felt she was lying to everyone and the weight her lies were starting to drown her. Every time her father would mention how 'proud of her' he was her or how wonderful it was that she was following in her footsteps, she'd beg ground to open up and shallow her. Needed to say that her time spent home was stressful, leaving her with barely any sleep.

Isla groaned squeezing her eyes tighter clinging to the comfort the darkness brought her. She was desperate for a few seconds more of relaxation, away from all her responsibilities. "Rem. It's early." She choked out, completely ignoring everything her friend had said, Isla wasn't aware she'd missed breakfast or lunch. food was the last thing on her mind these days.

She didn't open her eyes until her warm blankets were ripped from her body, she winced as a wave of cold air washed over her. "Give me!" She whined reaching, helplessly for her stolen sheets, noticing Remi's look of determination she knew it was hopeless. With a huff the girl sat up stretching her arms over her head and shaking out her tousled hair. Isla had missed Remi over break more than words could ever describe, she would always miss her but somehow it had been worse this time. It was the little things she missed the most, like Remi's endless pestering about how she worked too hard, or how she wasn't taking care of herself. With no one else to tell her to take a break, she rarely had times for things like food and sleep.

After a second of comfortable silence Isla let her eyes trace over her friend taking in every small detail, her eyes moved down her face, to her chest, her stomach, legs, moving lower and lower until they reached the floor. When she looked back up, she had a bright smile on her face, she was finally back at school a place she considered more of a home than her real one these days. "You win I'm up, what is it?"

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A group of students ran past Isla in the cramped dormitory hallways made chaotic by the start of the school term. The instant they brushed pasted her there was a sudden shift in the rooms core temperature. It forced the young raven haired girl who was currently absorbed in the juniors floor map back to reality and away from the paper that was carefully clutched between her fingers. She glanced up wrapping her arms around herself, the random burst of cool air clashing wildly against the early September heat, chilling her bones and engulfing all of her senses. Her eyes trailed up the wall until they reached the air vents, but nothing seemed to be blowing out of them, Isla wrinkled her brows in confusion. She took a small step towards the vent to see if she could get a better view, but jumped when she felt the pressure of someone's hand on being placed onto her back. Turning around she was instantly greeted with a familiar face “Ugh, I hate you!” The girl shrieked pressing a hand against her heart, trying to stabilize it's rapid beating. ”Stop sneaking up on me like that!” She was annoyed, but she couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips, not having seen them since the last school term.

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