#ascendants.start

[heirthrones]

     ‘hey, do you want to go get another drink?’ she’s practically yelling over the music, but she doesn’t care. she’s having a great time. ‘i’m about to die of thirst!’

[rottncores]

sterling  had  been  walking  along  the  docks  with  guitar  case  in  hand,  until  he  found  a  quiet  spot  out  of  the  way  of  people  where  he  could  play  a  few  songs.  his  band  was  playing  at  the  festival  coming  up  soon  and  they  needed  to  decide  on  what  exactly  they  were  going  to  play.   he  hoped  the  sea  breeze  and  sunlight  would  help  get  his  creative  juices  flowing.  as  he  pulls  out  his  guitar,  he  starts  strumming  the  first  song  that  crosses  his  mind.   one  that  makes  him  think  about   a  certain  someone...  ‘  i  get  so  lost  inside  your  eyes.   would  you  believe  it?  you  don’t  have  to  say  you  love  me.  you  don’t  have  to  say  nothing.  you  don’t  have  to  say  you’re  mine.   ‘    before  he  can  get  lost  inside  the  song,  he  feels  someones  sudden  presence.    he  looks  up  from  his  guitar,  jumping  a  bit  as  his  eyes  land  on  them.    ‘   woah,  hey!   you  didn’t  have  to  sneak  up.  i  could  use  an  audience,  an  outside  opinion.  ‘      he  smiles  up  at  them,  patting  the  place  next  to  him  on  the  dock.  ‘   you  want  to  join  me?  ‘ 

[wickdcores]

‘    you have to help me!   ’    chad near sobs,    clinging to the other as if his life depends on it.   his life feels like it’s falling apart and he doesn’t even know how it’s happened!   he drinks too much one time and suddenly that’s not okay because his mom decided to have sex?   ‘    my mom wants me to go to rehab.   i don’t even have an alcohol problem!    please hide me.    before it’s too late!   ’    

[littlemissdawes]

BETH HAD just sat through the Christmas concert, and had for the most part enjoyed it. She appreciated that her first glimpse of many of the people she’d hopefully come to know was of them onstage. After all, you could learn a lot about people through observing them in front of the public. But there were a few aspects of this show that had concerned her. Perhaps it was because she came from a fairly sheltered and conservative lifestyle, but referring to Father Christmas (whom they here in Auradon called Santa Claus) as “Santa Baby” seemed very strange, and a little disconcerting. And the fact that it came form none other than the Princess Aurora herself, one of the few royals Beth actually recognized, made it even more shocking. But Beth didn’t want to jump to any judgmental conclusions. After all, the young Londoner wasn’t all too familiar with Auradon culture. So she sat at a table, humming the song to herself and doodling on a napkin. It ended being two sketches; one of an old man in a baby’s crib, and another of baby in a rocking chair with a beard and pipe. “Are Father Christmas and Santa Baby meant to be the same person?” she wondered aloud, to no one in particular. To her surprise though, someone heard. 

[mel-mel-melody]

this was one of melody’s favorite places in auradon: the farthest edge of the pier in the harbor. she sat with her legs dangling over the edge, admiring the rose gold-hued sunset. if it weren’t winter, she would dive into the water, let it swirl around her, change into her tail, and charge toward the horizon. until it grew warmer, though, she was stuck here on the pier. hearing someone behind her, she slightly leaned her head back, just to let them know she was aware of their presence. ‘enjoying the view?’ she asked, letting the person insert their own interpretation of whatever ‘view’ she meant./open

[chaoscores]

“    hey,    you’re  going  to  the  festival,  right?   ”     she  knows  the  answer  is  likely  yes,    but  considering  jane  herself  wasn’t  sure  if  she  could  make  it  until  a  week  ago  she  thinks  asking  is  a  politer  option.      “    my  mom  and  i  have  a  tradition  of  making  everybody  snacks  for  their  travel,    would  you...    do  you  want  anything?   ”

[rottncores]

this  festival  was  a  cesspool  for  dirty  sinners.   she  hadn’t  wanted  to  come,  but  according  to  her  father  it  was  the  perfect  place  to  spread  the  good  lord’s  word.  these  people  shouldn’t  be  able  to  forget  that  they  were  all  making  egregious  mistakes.   she  firmly  stands  with  her  carefully  drawn  sign.  there’s  doodles  of  a  cross  and  angels,  along  with  the  words  -   return  to  jesus!  those  who  swim  in  sin  are  going  to  drown  in  hell!  no  one  seems  to  be  paying  attention  to  her  as  she  tries  to  recite  proverbs  3:5-6.   fine  then!  she’ll  try  a  different,  more  aggressive,  approach.   a   person  passes  by  and  she  steps  in  their  path.   ‘ you! ‘   she  points  with  frustration  right  in  their  face.   ‘   you  have  been  chosen.   come  and  repent!  tell  me  all  your  sins... ‘   her  eyes  gloss  over  them  before  she  frowns.  ‘  no,  that’ll  obviously  take  too  long.  tell  me  all  the  sins  you’ve  committed  in  the  last  hour.  ‘ 

[rottncores]

lyric  finds  herself  a  secluded  corner  in  the  aquarium  in  front  of   pearl’s,  one  of  the  octopuses,  exhibit.   she  stands  close  enough  to  the  glass  so  that  pearl  can  hear  but  other  humans  around  might  have  difficulty.   ‘  i  wrote  some  more  last  night,  pearl.   ‘    flips  to  the  last  page  she  had  been  scribbling  on  in  the  early  hours  of  the  morning.   ‘  everything  you  touch  i  love,  even  though  it  leaves  me  numb.  there’s  no  air  here  left  to  breathe.  all  i  know,  when  your  love  goes  i’m  just  skin  and  bones. ‘   she  looks  up  from  her  lyrical  journal  to  see  pearl’s  reaction  but  meets  the  eyes  of  another  human  instead.  ‘  are  you  eaves  dropping?  that’s  very  rude! ‘   she  quickly  closes  her  journal  and  shoves  it  in  her  bag.  ‘  you  don’t  see me  listening  to  your  conversations.  ‘