don't you tell me no truths

cassandra trojan daughter of a king. sister of the one that brought them to ruin. sister of the one that tried to save them.prophet cursed to never be believed.

[skxnwclking]

🍁+ Apollo

send 🍁 to invite my muse to play in some leaves

        the pile of leaves is stacked up high enough that it’s at her waist; cassandra’s eyes taking in the behemoth of gold and amber. play in it ?? the notion was utterly childish. and yet, deeply appealing. when had she last let herself be so ridiculous ?? “perhaps for just a moment.” she says warily, glancing sideways at the goddess. in brief instances like this, she remembers why she worshipped the sun so fervently. scooping a bundle into her hands, she tosses them into the air with gusto, the swirls of leaves fluttering down around them. “though you are lucky I didn’t choose to simply drop them on your head.” 

[skxnwclking]

wrckhvck‌:

            “  your  new  best  friend.  ”   he  pours  two  glasses,  slides  one  over  to  the  stranger  without  preamble.   she’ll  either  like  it,  or  she  won’t.  a  simple  description  wouldn’t  do  it  justice.  he  brings  his  own  glass  to  his  lips,  freezes  before  he  can  take  a  sip.  behind  her,  sparking  like  something  out  of  a  superhero  movie,  is  a  golden  portal.   he  blinks,  sipping  slowly  from  his  glass.   “  either  i’m  hallucinating,  or  we’ve  definitely  entered  the  twilight  zone.  ”

     reluctance clouds her features but sharing a drink was a symbol of kinship, it was impolite to reject such an offer. delicate fingers clasp the glass, raising it to her lips. she is about to take a sip of the amber liquid when he speaks again and her gaze follows to where he is staring. what is that ?? “it’s...it must be the gods work.” she breathes, taking a large gulp of her drink. it burns her throat, stronger than unwatered wine, and she coughs a little. “what else could it be ??”

[skxnwclking]

          “mystic falls.” she repeats, eyeing the sign with curiosity. she’d never heard of such a place. nor had she heard of san francisco for that matter and yet that is where she had been pulled from the depths to exist. what - or who - had caused the change of scenery ?? and why ?? “excuse me-” cassandra turns, tapping a passerby on the shoulder. the language still feels alien on her tongue; remarkable given she’d never spoken it prior to her resurrection. “where is mystic falls ??”

[andthereisawoman-deactivated202]

[gilbertgrief-a]

there wasn’t any exact words that could truly capture how she felt  ,  part of her thinks it’s a dream  —–  that she’s still asleep curled up on her couch at home , in san francisco  .  but something is startlingly real about ALL of this and she’s not sure what to make of it  .  elena was conflicted  ,  there was something welcoming  —-  a warmth that crept into her chest just from being back in her home town  .  but another part of her had atoms separating themselves because of how much devastation this town brought  .  (  this is mystic falls  ,  nothing bad EVER happens h e r e  .  oh how wrong she had been .  )  the last time she was here  ,  she died again  —-  a regular occurrence for her really  ,  but she didn’t want a re-run of past events  .  not when for once it had felt like fate was on her side  .  feet are walking almost aimlessly  ,  and she’s heading subconsciously in the direction of the graveyard  —-  the only true good thing about being back home  .  she’s kneeling next to her dads grave  ,  eyes are misty  —- and she’s just about to speak to him as she hears footsteps  .  head whips around  ,  chocolate hues meeting the person and she’s sighing  .  “  you know wandering around without announcing yourself is creepy  —-  PLEASE don’t do that  .  i could have pepper sprayed you  !  ”  except  ,  she couldn’t because she didn’t even have it on her  .  but still  —-  the threat was there  ,  as she tries her best to look somewhat intimidating  —-  as a human at least  .

[skxnwclking]

      somehow she has gravitated towards this place - morbid perhaps but it is far more peaceful than anywhere else she has been. besides the fact, she feels a strange sense of kinship among the headstones. a belonging. she doesn’t mean to intrude, to stumble upon the girl’s private moment, but it is where the path has drawn her. “my apologies-” cassandra hums, ducking her gaze from the brunette’s stare. she assumes pepper spray is something unpleasant. “i didn’t mean to interrupt.”

[skxnwclking]

hecatexshepherd·:

“Might as well indulge while we’re stuck here,” she chimed knocking back a shot. “Not like there’s anything better to do in this hell hole.” A flick of her wrist was all it took to refill the shot glass before she threw it back again.

        she is used to men drinking to commiserate, to celebrate, or to rile their spirits. but she has never seen drinking quite like this. “wine-” she murmurs softly, eyes darting hesitantly to the small glass the woman is guzzling liquid from. “do they have wine ??”

[wrckhvck]

                “  this  is  200  year  old  bourbon  and  a  bunch  of  high  schoolers  have  probably  been  watering  it  down  with  crystal  light,  or  those  stupid  flavored  waters,  so  yes  –  i’m  angry.    so  angry,  i’m  going  to  drink  the  rest  of  this  before  we  get  snapped  back.   so  you  can  either  join  me,  or  keep  your  judey  little  comments  to  yourself.  ” 

[skxnwclking]

    her eyes narrow, head tilting with a mild curiosity. his fury about a drink of all things seems unfounded given the circumstances. but she doesn’t know the value of it. “what is bourbon ??” cassandra asks softly, a fiery brow raised in his direction. 

[effiexjames]

It was almost instinct. Living on the streets for so long meant being quick, but this wasn’t a natural threat. The mummy in fact came out of nowhere and Effie was nearly choked from behind by the thing until she got out of its grip. The brunette spun around with fists up ready to defend herself. “I don’t know what sarcophagus you crawled off but not today Not today.” She was vividly unaware of anyone else being in her surroundings as a result. Fight or flight.

[skxnwclking]

       this is all beyond disorienting - she was still adjusting to being alive, let alone the chaos that had happened since. now, captured and transported to a strange town, she finds herself being hunted by creatures she had only heard about in legends. she’s barely had a minute to breathe, hurtling down the unfamiliar alley, having just shaken off the pursuit of a mummy. a walking corpse. though isn’t that what she is ?? heart in her mouth, glassy eyes take on the scene before her of a woman facing off with another of the monsters. “run !!” she wails, racing towards them. it looks as though the woman is prepared to fight.  “are you mad, girl ?? run !!”