ashes to ashes

you better run like the devil cause they're never gonna leave you alone.

[roryeu]

i’m not gonna say anything that hasn’t already been said but i love you all and now a bitch is crying. 

rk: drug abuse, suicide, overdose, death tw.

os: death tw.

rory returns home to scotland, seeing his foster parents for the first time in thirteen years. for awhile, he makes the active effort to get clean. he sobers up, goes to therapy, and strives to be better. it last for only a few months but that’s all that’s needed for him to overdose when he relapses. his foster mother finds him the next morning but the damage is done. he’s buried next to his mother and his foster parents name a star after him in honor of his love of the planets and the sky. but rest assured, he’s much happier in death than he was in life. 

after a call from his sister, miya, about their parents dying in a car accident, rion leaves eonia in the middle of the night to take care of her, saying nothing to any of his siblings. he only grabs lilly before taking off. together, they go back to japan, but rion misses his sister by a few days and she ends up in the foster system. it takes awhile to get her back but he manages and immediately leaves the country after, before someone realizes he skipped probation all those years ago. somewhere along the line, he proposes to lilly and they end up married. 

after dozens of finished screenplays, ophelia finally manages to sell one to be made into a movie. she leaves for meetings with the company and manages to retain creative control over her work. the movie is made and she begins writing more, putting more stock into that as a career over tattooing and begins traveling the world with the film crews. on a shoot in new zealand, she runs into juniper and the two of them, familiar with each other from eonia, hit it off. they end up traveling together, never quite official but never seeing anyone else either. 

[roryeu]

eusosas​:

@roryeu​

IT MIGHT BE AGAINST THE company policy to allow patrons or customers into the kitchen, especially after hours. but, sosa is willing to risk his employment status for the likes of rory. besides, there’s nothing better than spending time with a friend ( friend is a stretch; but sosa won’t acknowledge that ), doing something he loves. “ what’ll it be, you think ?? ” the male asks, hands behind his back attempting to tie apron strings into a knot, “ are we feeling almond raspberry jam cookies, or red velvet ?? ”

the counter wasn’t the most sanitary place to sit but rory could hardly bring himself to care, legs swinging back and forth a little as he watches sosa attempt to tie apron around himself. baking wasn’t an odd thing to bond over, but it felt out of characrer for rory, who never baked for fun and only as a distraction. as it was, sosa was a good distraction from the date approaching. “red velvet is overrated. make a chocolate cake and call it what it is.” after a moment, he gets off the counter, gently batting sosa’s hands away to tie it himself. “almond raspberry sounds a billion times better.” it also felt more like spring to him than red velvet, which felt distinctly like winter.

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[roryeu]

euava​:

WITH :rory kinnon ( @roryeu​ )

LOCATION : fireside records

Fireside records it’s not the best record store she had ever been at, but for a small village like this one, it has some decent content. A semblance of a smile spreads across her features as soon as she steps into the record store.  There were several reasons why Ava refused to go fully commit to streaming services as their convenience could never rival the chance to venture outside and inhale some oxygen, and above all, take some time away from her siblings. She’s not one to approach people but when she spots Rory, she can’t help but feel curious about what he’s looking for. Discreetly she starts walking to where he is, pretending to stretch to look at what he’s looking at. “Ah,” she says, impressed by his choice. “Who would have thought you had decent taste in music,” she adds as she picks up an album.

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to absolutely no one’s surprise, rory could be pretentious with his music, but for the most part, he was pretty content with his existing collection. it was only because a new album he liked was just released and he doubted fireside would have stocked more than two or three that he ends up going. with the vinyl he came for safely in hand, he starts sorting through the other displays, trying to find anything decent. with a nirvana record in hand, he glances at the track listing only to hear a voice. “i aim to surprise.” with a scoff, he glances at the album in her hands. “you having a bad taste in music is surprising, though. isn’t your dad the god of that?”

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[roryeu]

eulevis​:

@roryeu​

THERE ARE TIMES WHERE WORDS, even for the muso himself run dry. he’s been staring at the page of chicken scratch for a little under an hour now, much to his own dismay. the frustration is there, as uncharacteristic as it may seem. “ alright, yeah, fuck this. ” levi says suddenly, reaching his breaking point with the bout of writer’s block. he closes the notebook without another thought, tossing it onto his bag beside him on the floor. “ rory, mate, ” he looks to his friend, suddenly eager to get his mind off of the dryspell, “ let’s do something. i dunno what, but if i have to think of another lyric, i might have to bash my brains in with your guitar. ”

for as long as levi had been struggling with lyrics, rory had been plucking at his guitar, idle little melodies that didn’t carry much potential. any other day, he would’ve given up and gone to find a fix by now, but he was trying to cut down and idle hands were the devil’s plaything. it was the only reason why he was sticking around, almost entirely in silence except for his music and the sound of levi writing in his notebook. “i can bash your brains in myself, if you want. more likely to actually get blunt force trauma that way.” he’s clearly not serious, already snapping his guitar into it’s case. “we could get smoothies, see a movie, go to the arcade?” anything but sit around struggling to make music. 

[roryeu]

mitsukieu​:

☾

Mitsuki whirls his way with a big grin in her face and a bag of baby blue flour – halfway full. One should not ask her were she got it because… well, if carnival authorities actually thought Mitsuki would buy ammunition for the color war, they’d be fools. With a hand in her hip, she examines the boy. She’s dressed in black as well– the only right attire for this activity, if you asked her. Hair’s pulled up in a ponytail and flour resembling war paint is proudly displayed on her pale skin. “It’s bad” Mitsuki admits, “but fixable” she ends with a wicked grin as hands reach for the flour and add some blue tips to his orange hair. “Frosty! There– now you’re a mix of blue, orange and…. some purple here and there. Halloween theme fixed, you’re welcome. ”

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he tries to pull back before the hand reaches his hair, but he’s feeling a little sluggish from the color fight and she manages to put the blue in his hair. he lets it happen, rolling his eyes as he looks at her. “yeah?” he asks, sarcasm in his tone but even he can’t help but laugh a little. “better is adding more color to my hair?” he resists the urge to shake his hair out like a dog, resigned to the fact that he was going to be extra colorful tonight. “oh, anything but halloween themed. i’d hate to be a cliche.”

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[roryeu]

eufletch​:

event: eu carnival who: closed for @roryeu​

Rhys was surprised that Rory had ventured out for the carnival, even if they were far apart from the crowds, passing a spliff back and forth between them. “How you liking the carnival so far, man?” he asked. “I swear, I’ve seen forty people I’ve never met in my life. Everyone’s coming out of the woodwork for this thing, it looks like.”

he takes a languid hit off the joint, head tilted back to blow out a cloud of smoke that blended in with the exhaust from the machines cooking the food. “this helps.” he gestures to the joint, less tense than he was when he first made it out to the carnival. the smell of food in the air isn’t hurting either, but he still has to close his eyes to fight back the auras whenever a person walks too close to him. “yeah i’m seeing a lot of new people too.” though that’s generally his own fault. 

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[roryeu]

euvirginia​:

three days in and virginia shows no sign of stopping , which considering the amount of sugar she’s taken in the past three days is easily the reason why. her favorite pastime, so to speak, being dragging unsuspecting victims to get their face painted with her. her newest victim? rory. or at least that’s what she’s hoping for as she spots him across the crowd, sitting alone at a table. she makes her way to him, inviting herself to a seat, and ready to get a word out only to be stopped in her tracks. hazel eyes narrow onto him as she stares at him for a moment in silence. blinking once, twice, before setting both hands on the table and conjuring a bottle of vodka. a smirk forms on her lips as she pushes the bottle toward him, still wrapped in her hands. “half an hour and my pick of what face paint you get,” she offers.

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virginia must think him a fool, or easily bribed, though past experience would affirm that he was easily bribed. the hand cutting her off lowers slowly, bringing the cigarette back to his lips as he ponders the proposition. he had forgotten his flask, and he was starting to get the itch for booze, but he isn’t so sure this is an offer he wants to take up. “i get final veto,” he replies as a counter offer and waits for her to agree. she already knew he was no fun, there was no point in pretending otherwise. 

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[roryeu]

day three.

after getting dragged, more or less literally, out of his house by talia, rory had left his flask behind. it was the only thing that would make this carnival bearable, but the nicotine in his cigarette was able to soothe the edges of his nerves, frayed after only being out for a couple of hours. but it wasn’t enough. when he felt a presence sit down at the picnic table next to him, he held up the hand with the cigarette between his fingers to stop them from talking. “whatever you’re going to ask me, no.” / @euvirginia

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[roryeu]

day one.

carnivals weren’t rory’s thing. loud, full of people, and with overpriced food he could make better and for cheaper, it was actually the exact opposite of his thing. he’d happily pass on that. but it hadn’t been stopped talia from dragging him out of his house, where he’d be continent to practice his violin and smoke weed all night. he’d already have to be at the carnival to play with the band, but that wasn’t tonight. it takes a visible restraint to keep his temper in as he gets flashes of death, the weed he smoked earlier not enough to stop them from getting through. it’s enough to make him hungry though. “what the fuck is that smell?” he asks, not sure how he felt about it. “it smells like fryer grease and ... fat.” / @taliaeu​

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[roryeu]

day two. 

frankly, rory doesn’t know why he agreed to this. any of this. as he sits near the music express and watches the lights flash, he’s half tempted to take the drugs in his pocket, but he’d already made a promise to meet shiloh there to give them to her. he’d rather her try something he knew was safe than risk her getting it from someone else. absently, he picks at the plate of butterfly fries on the table in front of him, getting lost in the lights until shiloh’s presence next to him snaps him out of his head. “hey.” he wasn’t exactly sure where they landed after their talk at the planetarium, but he didn’t want to risk hurting her again. “are you sure you want to do this?”

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[roryeu]

day three.

the idea of a colored flour fight was not very appealing. he wore mostly black for a reason and there would be no way getting his clothes messy if he participated. yet, he somehow ended up in the arena, unsure of what events transpired to get him in there and left covered in flour in various colors. with a bit of a dissatisfied noise, he tries to shake the flour from his hair, running a hand through it and pulling away to see it coated orange. with a sigh, he turns to mitsuki, who he was willing to wager was the cause of half of the colors on his clothes, and asks, “be honest, how bad is it and what color is most predominant?” / @mitsukieu​

[roryeu]

eushiloh​:

           THERE WAS A TENSION in the air, probably more so on her side, from the last time they spoke. rory was tough to figure out, she didn’t know half the time if he liked having her around or could honestly care less about her. it was a first for her, and while she wished she could give back the same energy, shiloh cared deeply for rory and all his quirks. his answer sparked a worry in the pit of her stomach, that night when she found him practically lifeless was one that burned in the back of her brain, and it only made her not want to leave him here. “yeah?” she murmured, slowly padding across the room, putting her hurt feelings aside to tend to him instead if he’d let her. “just one of those nights?”

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sometimes it was hard for rory to remember that shiloh’s older than he is, because he feels so bitter and jaded, traits you see more often with people who have lived longer and seen more. shiloh’s got two years on him and she’s always so happy and excitable that perceptions warp, even to himself. his eyes follow her as she moves to his side but they drift back to the planets displayed overhead before long. “something like that.” he lets that hang in silence for a second before he says, “i’m sorry, by the way. about the shit with the movie.” he’s not actually sorry, but he cares less about his pride and more about maintaining one of the few friendships he actually has.

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[roryeu]

euallegra​:

allegra didn’t hang out in the observatory often, especially when she knew there had been other people there. ever since she was young, she had always loved astronomy, but she would never admit that to anyone. tonight had been one of those nights that started out with her looking up at the stars by herself until the observatory began to be flooded with more people, a little late for her to leave now since people already clearly see what she has been doing this whole time. “oh, no thanks, i don’t smoke.”

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it was more crowded than rory would prefer, aura after aura overlapping in front of his eyes, a horror movie that only he could see. he’d always fucking hated horror movies. it was why, when she declined the offer, he took a long pull from the joint, hoping it would help numb him to the worst of the auras. “suit yourself.” idly, he tears his eyes from her to look back at the screen, trying to ignore the whispers that weren’t quiet hushed enough. “do you have a favorite planet?” most people don’t but he always finds their reaction when he asks to be a good indicator of if he would get along with them.

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[roryeu]

euvirginia​:

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A HALF-HEARTED SMILES CURVES on her lips as she takes the joint from his hand. bringing it to her lips as she closes her eyes, taking a puff followed by another as she lets the smoke blow away from them. she turns to face rory, handing him back the joint as she answers his question in the form of a lazy shrug. “i guess,” she says. time is something she long ago tried to make sense of, considering her lack of sleep schedule, time just seems never ending. “i just needed to clear my thoughts,” she answers, “or at least try to and wandering around an empty campus is as good as it gets. what’s your excuse?”

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with the joint between his lips, he takes a long drag from it, letting her words and the narration talking about the planets being shown fill the room. “oh, i’m very familiar with that.” as he speaks, he blows the smoke out, watching the cloud as it dissipated into the air. the need to clear his head was half why he ended up here most of the time. it was usually empty, especially later at night. most people didn’t feel the need to see a planetarium show and when they only had a few that played, people saw them less and less. “astronomy major,” he says as an explanation, holding the joint out in offering, “i’m always here on planetarium nights.” most other nights too but that feels irrelevant. 

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[roryeu]

scarlettseu​:

         in fairness, neither are quite used to the family aspect of demigodness. while most demigods end up connecting with multiple siblings, the hades children are spread out far and few between. that, on top of, well, just lack of a family altogether, it isn’t like either exactly know what constitutes as a normal sibling relationship. scarlett is quickly learning the responsibilities of it, unpleasantly surprised to find herself caring more than she’d admit. usually, it is small, but she thinks it’s been a weird time, and they can stand a bit of each other’s company now and then. she sits down, and doesn’t ask, reaching over and grabbing a square for herself. with her other hand, she steals back the joint. “weird. i think i have been in here all of two times since being here,” she muses, taking a short drag. “guess i’m not really crazy about outer space.” she bites into the baklava, uncaring about the crumbs at the moment. “but it’s…. cool, i guess. quiet. half suspect to run into some horny dumbasses, but perhaps that’s the cynic in me.” she pauses for a moment, and sits in silence, unsure how to– proceed, with the reason she’s here. to check up. “how are you doing?” she asks, bluntly. “honestly.”

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“i’m usually on the roof.” he admits softly, sure that it wasn’t a secret. he’d always been more active at night, finding energy in the darkness and solitude and the ability to move around campus freely. it was easier to exist when there weren’t as many people out and he didn’t have to see their deaths play out in front of his eyes. “but you can’t always see meteor showers in the sky, so projections work.” the quiet whirring of the projector as it plays the show rory knows by heart is the only sound aside from them eating for a second or two, thinking over his answer. he almost brushed off her concern with a simple, i’m fine, one he’d repeat to everyone for the rest of his days, but the second he opens his mouth to answer, she tacks on the stipulation of honestly and he closes it again. “shitty. but i’ve been worse, so it’s whatever.” it’s as honest of an answer as he’s willing to give.

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[roryeu]

eucarly​:

Carly was failing Astronomy. Miserably. And it was driving her absolutely insane. Every late night that she spent at the planetarium, trying desperately to understand, was another thorn in her side. She was the science girl. She had poured so many hours of her life into learning about the Earth, but the machinations of space were a complete mystery. It didn’t help that the professors spent most of the classes mixing ancient Greek stories with star maps, making it all the more incomprehensible.

She wasn’t surprised to see that she wasn’t alone, but she was a little taken aback to have a joint offered to her by a perfect stranger. “No, thank you,” she said, her lips pressed into a prim line. “I don’t think you’re allowed to smoke in here,” she pointed out. Realizing that she sounded like the prude she was, she followed up, “I mean. Someone could see you, and you could get in trouble. Or we both could.”

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the immediate protest, the feeling of being judged had rory rolling his eyes and moving to look up at the ceiling once more. “so you’re the no fun type,” he hums, not unkindly, but with no real warmth or amusement in his tone. “no one who comes up here cares about whether or not i smoke weed.” he’d done worse in this room on quiet nights, not even bothering to hide it from anyone who potentially could’ve walked in. “hells, basically no one ever comes up here anyway.” his eyes were tracking an asteroid as it shot across the screen, a near earth object. “did you know that each of the craters on that asteroid are themed to children’s stories?”

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[roryeu]

miaxeu​:

*

      MIA WANDERS IN THOUGHT and climbs out of habit, knowing the planetarium to be a place safe enough to settle in solace. it comes as no surprise to find rory there as well, and she lets a smile be her response as she reaches out to take his offer. the tension feels a bit thick in the air, heavy as it lingers waiting for mia to cloud it with puffs of her own. “ what will it be tonight, kinnon ? sweet silence or small talks about space ? ” she asks, only mostly kidding, big chats about feelings never really their thing. “ joint-provider gets first pick. ”

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it’s never completely uncomfortable with mia, even on the nights were there’s something unsaid, the unspoken truth between the two of them that they never had to put on the masks. “you ever see deadpool?” he asks after a moment, head moving from where he’d tracked her over to join him back to the projection of the planets on the ceiling. “what's it gonna be: long sullen silence or mean comment?” he quotes, pulling it out a little more easily than he expected. “what you said just kinda ... reminded me of it.” he’s more than familiar with this planetarium show, having sat through it enough times on a loop to be able to speak along with it, but he just hums. “we both know anything i pick is going to devolve into what i didn’t pick.”

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