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Sometimes, even when you have the gift of foresight, the gods and the Fates have plans that take you by surprise. Sometimes they bring you back, into a new century, into a new life. Arabella is no ordinary New York playwright, but Cassandra reborn. indie RP blog for Cassandra from Greek mythology. Mun and Muse are 18+. Please read rules and about before interacting.

[inevitcble]

rp partner: you okay with multiple thre- me:

[d0pefashi0n]

[jazzafari]

[gxderebus-deactivated20171114]

COURAGE

   he feels it in the air that surround her    enveloping her, embracing her, shielding her Erebus smile because he never stops being surprised by how mortals can differ from each other.     He grabs her hand gently, slowly taking her     to the doors that await for her wide open.             “You’ll find peace here, my child.           here the past is a blurred, enjoy happiness.”    

[prophxt-blog1]

She hesitates, although she does not know WHY.  Here, in the doorway, she can smell the sea and the sweet summer air.  A warm breeze plays with her hair.  Sunlight dances on her skin.  Happiness blooms in her chest in a way she hasn’t felt since she was a child. Everything, even the comforting solidity of Erebus’s hand seems to melt away before it, a candle before the burning sun. 

There’s no room for sorrow. Here she’ll be with her family and with her city.  She has missed them with all her heart, all her soul. 

She turns, laughing giddily, to face him. “Thank you.”

[brxakerofhorses-deactivated2017]

FEAR rose from the deepness of his stomach to his mouth and he had to swallow hard to not let the vile scape.        She knows something and he’s to afraid to ask.         he runs towards her and tries in vain to strain        from keep hurting herself.   “Sshhh, sister shhh. Please—” He doesn’t find anymore words to say or offer her more consolation. He too is scared, but if he shows it it would only get worse.         “Cassandra…” he whispers softly      bringing her to his chest.        “Sister, please…”   

[prophxt-blog1]

She STRUGGLES, pulling away sharply, suddenly attempting to stand and run from him. But he’s STRONGER and as much as she squirms and twists, she cannot escape his grasp. 

         Her eyes are wild. In them, she’s a cornered          animal. She sees her own death before her,          in the jaws of the predator. Even now, Sparta's          forces approach.  She can hear his pleading         but she does not LISTEN to it. 

Cassandra collapses against him. Sobs rattle off in choking gasps. It takes several moments before she finds the will to sit up again. 

“I MUST warn them! LET ME OUT!”

[musiisms]

Whether they’re true or not, come into my askbox and tell my muse things they don’t want to hear.

See what kind of a reaction you can get out of them.

[thebestofbonds-archive-blog]

“My dear, it is not your fault that no one believed your prophecies.  That is on Apollo.”  He stroked her back gently.  “I am so sorry that was placed on your shoulders.”  Prometheus frowned.

[prophxt-blog1]

She wanted to protest. She wanted to say that she should never have rejected Apollo, that if she returned his love in thanks for the gift of prophecy, Troy would still stand...Still, she could never have loved him. She knew that now. If only, if only. She laid her hear on Prometheus’s shoulder, accepting his comfort. 

[nixreginam-blog]

i will always have nightmares of that day. no matter how much time has passed, i will always remember. the nightmares will never allow me to forget. i will never allow myself to forget.

(via nixreginam)

[gxderebus-deactivated20171114]

  “You know me well, mortal.”  He says, tilting the godlike frame ,eyes scanning the woman in front  of him. B E A U T Y F U L is not  enough to describe her. Erebus  most likely would use the word S A D to do so, or perhaps he would say       She’s as beautiful as sadness is. Somehow he sense such melancholy coming from her or perhaps that’s what  she makes him feel.   “Come” he says giving his hand to be held.

[prophxt-blog1]

She closes her eyes and draws a long, shaking breath. She holds onto that for a moment, as if it is the last thing that keeps her firmly planted in reality...

Then she lets it go and brown eyes snap open. Those eyes are filled with fire, bight, brave, determined. There’s an old, arching SORROW deep within her chest, but she will not let it CONSUME her. When her small hand slips into his, there’s not a tremble to be found. 

[ganymcdes-deactivated20160622]

He’d opened his mouth to say something.  But there wasn’t anything, what they’d lost was too big. He’d lived with it for centuries and she’d have to live with it for her new human lifetime. Too long either way. 

‘You tried,’ He finally managed. ‘That was enough. ‘

[prophxt-blog1]

“I tried,” she repeated. 

She had torn out her hair and screamed her throat raw from trying. She had tried and tried and tried. She had met her end shortly after Troy fell. How long had he lived with the same loss? 

She realized, then, that she was being rude. She opened the door to her apartment and ushered him in. 

[theavengers]

Zoe Saldana shot by Diego Uchitel for C Magazine

[thebestofbonds-archive-blog]

He knew what she meant, but he wanted her to talk to him about it.  So, he pulled her a little closer and kissed her forehead again.  “What ever do you mean, my darling?  How do you believe you failed?”

[prophxt-blog1]

“I failed Troy.” She had not been able to convince her people of her prophecies or prevent the war between Troy and Sparta. She was not looking at him, but at the street. As old as her wounds are, the pain is still raw and constantly tears at her chest. 

[musesgonnamuse]

Who of us KNOWS what we’re CAPABLE of when FAMILY is threatened?  

[just-six]

Her eyes, they could start fires.

six word story // 3misguidedghosts (via zaynftgigi)

[guardianofbrooklyn]

hamilton musical sentence starters: 3/?

We’re reliable with the ladies.

Look into your eyes and the sky’s the limit.

I’m helpless.

I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight.

You walked in and my heart went “Boom!”

Yo, this one’s mine.

I’m so into you.

I’m about to change your life.

Now my life gets better every letter that you write me.

I’m just saying, if you really loved me, you would share him.

I’m dying inside as you wine and dine.

I don’t have a dollar to my name.

My love for you is never in doubt.

I’ve been living without a family since I was a child.

May you always be satisfied.

I just might regret that night for the rest of my days.

I’ll never forget the first time I saw your face.

When you said ‘hi’, I forgot my dang name.

Where’s your family from?

So this is what it feels like to match wits with someone at your level. 

What the hell is the catch? 

That doesn’t mean I want him any less.

I’d have to be naïve to set that aside.

If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it

You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind.

At least I keep his eyes in my life.

I know he will never be satisfied.

If the tomcat can get married, there’s hope for our ass, after all!

From what I hear, you’ve made yourself indispensable.

I heard you’ve got a special someone on the side.

I’m afraid it’s unlawful.

I will never understand you.

If you love this woman, go get her!

What are you waiting for?

We keep loving anyway.

When they died they left no instructions, just a legacy to protect.

Death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes.

We keep living anyway.

If there’s a reason I’m still alive when everyone who loves me has died, I’m willing to wait for it.

I am the one thing in life I can control.

He takes and he takes and he takes, and he keeps winning anyway.

[prettyboypalmer-deactivated2016]

Reblog if it’s okay for me to come into your inbox or message you with completely random head cannons

[laurelcrcwned-deactivated201801]

 ❛ Hi, I’m DAPHNE. I heard you have some of the best pies around town. At the diner. But it seems I’m LATE, sorry. could never really keep track of time. ❜

[prophxt-blog1]

 ❛ We DO have great pie, ❜  she replies, with a tentative smile.  ❛We open again at SIX, so if you’re up then, they should be right out of the oven. ❜ Arabella truly has no idea why someone would want pie this late at night, but losing track of time seems to be as good a reason as any.