pythia dreams...

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&& ofmoxie​:

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The shift from humoured confusion to sheer perplexity was instantaneous. Glass smashing as though on cue could have easily been chalked up to a hoax, some elaborate scare prank she didn’t wish to partake in nor particularly appreciated - but there was also some displaced little voice in the back of her mind, one that screamed to listen. Sure enough, it had happened exactly as the woman said. Instinct forcing her to jump back slightly despite being clear as the truck slammed into the front of the building where she’d been just moments prior.    

A look of both shock and awe entwined took up residency on her face, unsure what to do with herself, any formulation of words proving near impossible. “I don’t…Did you even…” Every sentence she attempted fell short, as though her mind was far too preoccupied with beginning to process what had just transpired to allow for anything more. The brunette shook her head faintly, arms wrapping around herself to prevent the tremble in them as she exhaled a shaky breath with the mere prospect of what could have been. “How–how the fuck did you know that was coming?” 

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pythia took a couple of moments to breathe after the crash, just like in her dream, but this time without a worse casualty, she moved back with the other woman and put her hands together, then let them fall, then put them together again, then let them fall again. she felt so relieved.

“i... uh...” she didn’t know how to respond outright, a little bit shaken herself, even though this wasn’t quite the first time something like this happened, it was just that she never got confronted about it. “i have dreams about... things like this. most of the times it’s really small things, but last night it was... a lot. i’m so glad you trusted me enough to listen.”

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&& thehephaestus​:

Henry had the day off and no plans so he found himself wandering around town. He was in his own world as he had his AirPods in and walked the streets. Going from store to store as he listened to the music loudly, he was looking at his phone to change the song the familiar words starting to play.

Can you feel me on the outside, waiting?

Can you feel me on the outside, waiting?

Can you feel the weight taking me away?

Can you see me on the inside fading?

Inside fading

He put the phone back in his pocket as he locked up only to be met by a person talking to him hurriedly. He pulled the AirPods out to listen. He was confused by her words but he quickly nodded. “Oh, okay. Did something happen? Should we call someone?”

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she looked between the building and the man in front of her, and Gods, she never got a break, did she? she felt a little lost for a moment, trying to find words to explain... this, all of it, why she stopped him or what was about to happen. she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

“okay, so... some guys are about to enter the store and cause a ruckus, just breaking everything in their way,” she started, and from behind him she could see familiar figures enter the store. “none of the guys want to hurt anyone, but when you enter, you startle one of them and he will punch your face in.” she paused as she heard shouting and the sound of things falling over. “just... wait here like five minutes? the authorities are coming either way.”

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&& ofmoxie​:

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The night had given way to daybreak hours ago. A welcome sight, one that usually indicate the end of her shift. A slow walk to the local kafeneio to end her night right in the crisp morning air…Such a luxury wasn’t the case for her today. The usual supplier for the bar had fallen through, now tasked with waiting on a backup delivery for far too long. 

Gia had stayed put for a good hour or so past the allotted time before deciding enough was enough. The fresh air a much needed respite that would hopefully be accompanied by some answers as to the reasoning behind such a waste of her time – Essentially running on fumes at this point, it took the brunette longer that she’d like to admit to truly register what the woman had said. No, she didn’t know her, but she seemed very adamant something was amiss. Brows pulling together in a faint frown, she looked back towards the building. “Dangerous how? It looks fine to me.”

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she was almost taken aback by the fact that she paid attention to her in the first place. in her dream, she couldn’t seem to reach her. and now there she was, talking to her, maybe she can prevent this, maybe the Fates gave her a chance. 

“as wild as it sounds, i’ve seen what could happen if you go back there. first, you start heading back because you hear glass breaking,” and as if on cue, the sound of glass breaking echoed to where they stood. pythia looks slightly panicked and uncomfortable. “and then you want to ask what the fuck is going on, and by the time you head inside, it will be too late, the truck heading here will hit you right before you enter after it loses control, and you’ll be heavily injured.” and she quickly grabs the woman by her shoulders and pulls her to the side. “now we wait for the truck to slam into the wall.”

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her steps felt heavy, the air even heavier, and yet her head almost felt detached from her body, dragged along by a string, floating by the weight of everything. she had another bad dream, and it was one of those dreams where she wasn’t sure whether it was a premonition or just a bad dream.

she wandered aimlessly for a while, or at least it felt aimless, yet her eyes fell on a person that felt... familiar.

her dream.

she stopped suddenly, and she had to weigh her choices. and after a few moments of thinking, she stepped forward, stopping the other.

“hi! you don’t know me! or maybe you do,” she started, hurriedly. “but that’s not important. what’s important is that you shouldn’t enter the building. not now, at least. it’s... it’s dangerous.”

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&& starter for @gorgonofstone​

as she sat down, she looked over at Maddie for a moment just to make sure she was okay. it had been a while since they met, and she was glad the two recognised each other, otherwise it would’ve been really awkward to constantly avoid eye contact with her. but now here they are, in Pythia’s apartment, ready for a night together.

“come on, it’s mimosa night! and we have more than enough The Bachelor to watch and enjoy,” she told her. “i really want to catch up, it’s been a minute. i still work as a hostess, nothing too crazy here.”

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&& starter for @flammedufoyer​

warm fall days made her feel a lot more at ease and it was the perfect time for her to take a slow stroll through the park. it felt almost like she was in a movie, golden and amber colours taking over the entirety of the scene, she could almost hear a theme song in her head. she got too lost in her own mind that it took a moment to realize someone was speaking to her, and that brought her back down to earth.

“what did you say?”

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&& starter for @roadstocross​ 

it was a really quiet night as she closed the restaurant for the day. Pythia felt her head heavy, she was tired and her legs hurt from standing upright for so long. after a while, she noticed a shadow just on the edge of her vision and she turned around to see someone very familiar, her memories of the past flooding to her, a goddess standing right before her eyes, she had to keep herself together. she did not know if she remembered anything, so instead he puts on her best smile.

“we are closed at this moment. do you need help?” she asked.

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Welcome to Athens, [ORACLE]! It is said that [SHE/HER] have/has [A REALLY GOOD INTUITION] but also [VERY PARANOID]. Apparently they look like [JASMINE CEPHAS JONES] and they’re [FEMALE].

(cw: death, cops, violence, needles, animal skulls/skeleton)

NAME: Pythia Willhems AGE:  25 GENDER: Female PRONOUNS: she/her ORIENTATION: Bisexual PROFESSION: Restaurant hostess FORTUNE TELLER

AESTHETICS: Vines wrapped around a neck, flashing images, tv static, screams of agony, the image of dead bodies spreading across the land, the vile truth, needles piercing into the skin, goat skulls hanging from the tree, a bone crown.

Pythia did not expect to be reborn. No, in fact she did not even wish to live a whole new life when she did not want her previous one. Visions still haunted her like nightmares at night.

Yet in this new life, these visions were not as... terrifying. She didn’t dream of war, she didn’t dream of the death of thousands, instead she dreamed the right answers for her math texts, she dreamed if the boy that bought her a drink the next day was a good man or not, she dreamed... simpler things.

Her mother died when she was too young to know, unable to protect her. She always wondered why her father never told her stories, why he forbade fiction and religion with equal ferocity, why he chose to fill her mind with cold, dull realism. Why he never told her how her mother died, although he talked of her often.

She moved on, she couldn’t let ghosts distract her.

Of course, the visions weren’t always so gentle, although infrequent she still saw unimaginable horrors sometimes. She saw her dad get arrested, forced into a car by police when she was seventeen, screaming for them to let him go because he didn’t do anything wrong, and she realized her vision came too late, even after trying to make her father stay as far away from the kitchen all day, after making sure he wasn’t home, but somewhere safe at certain hours, the moment she let her guard down... it happened. Word for word, moment for moment, exactly like in her vision, her dad got taken away and her screams were heard by the whole town.

She finished high school with perfect undeserved grades, but she never went to college. It was hard for her to move forward. She had three locks on her door, a bat by her bed and a schedule of days she could see her father.

She ended up as a hostess for the most part, but her calling was towards her ancient job, which was how she became a fortune teller. Secret sessions held in dark rooms, a cloth tied over her eyes as she told people things, stories, but sometimes it was hard to tell the full truth.

Maybe he understood her father more.