#crxisla

[crxlottie-blog]

"lottie dear, this is a sort of an odd question. but would you be interested in collecting seashells with me? i heard you could make necklaces from some of them."

    she smiles in amusement at her best friend’s suggestion, finding a wonder in the fact that a girl that exuded such sophistication would have suggested something so simple and mundane, to call it refreshing would have been an understatement in this case. 

    “how interesting, usually i’m the one that suggests such cute and romantic ideas and then drag you on them with me… what seems to have caused the change, isla dearest?” she muses, her tone teasing as she leans towards her friend some more, eyes twinkling as the corner of her lips curves up in a knowing smile. 

    “could it be… you intend to gift this said necklace to a certain someone?” 

[crxeno-blog]

past - eloquence

@crxisla

noun. fluent or persuasive speaking or writing.

“hello, stranger from the library,” xeno says in a hushed tone. she is a sylph with a goal, to obtain as many nicknames from this mortal man as she could. all the while keeping her real name a secret. as if he would fall away from her charms were she to leave secrecy behind. she might, the webs of uncertainty ensnares him as often as he breaks free.

     ( but they’re both too far gone to bounce away after those recent exchanges. )

“or should i be better off saying the girl from the gardens?” or the lonely girl with the stars. painting a picture, they are meetings stirred onward by coincidence. random situations, tender thoughts that spill. weakness dripping from wounded heart into the lacerated stomach. but for all tha infinite possibilities shape their conversation, there is a concrete wall between them.

          ( a stone door, the only way to cross would be to pay a                                                             press that neither are willing to do so. )

“you probably didn’t know i was actually awake,” xeno continues, eyes watching the girl’s features so carefully, waiting to see what changes might shift in her features. what emotions will she leak instead of the sadness and craving that often makes itself at home. 

hands carefully place down the cardigan that is certainly much too small for him.

                     ( mind wonders if this is how strangers view the lost boy. )

“thank you, i think i’m better off returning it since it seems like you’ll need it more than me.”

[crlianna-blog]

🌊 @crxisla : starter call prompt: puffin

whenever someone mentions anything animal related, it always sparked up her interest. she enjoys learning about animals as much as she enjoys teaching others about them. lianna purses her lips slightly as she listens to her friend talking about puffins. quickly searching up the animal on her owlphone, she shows her the picture.

“do you mean this cute animal?” she smiles slightly at her. “or do you mean something else that.... i have never heard before?”

[crxcole-blog]

A fool’s curse

Starter for @crxisla

It wasn’t unusual to hear strange conversations in a school for witches and wizards. Well, the level of strangeness depended on whether you grew up surrounded by magic or not, but even then…Since arriving at Hogwarts, Cole had heard other students talking about their family lives, house elves, some crazy spells gone wrong, special shops, mysterious phenomena and more. He’d sometimes linger so he could hear more, without making it obvious that he was listening. This time though, he couldn’t help but make his presence known.

There was a very beautiful girl talking with someone about something dangerous in their own school. How could his interest not be piqued? He pretended to be searching for something in his pockets, so it wouldn’t be too obvious that he was trying to learn more about this. The girl continued talking, mentioning a special corridor no too far from the charms class and how it was apparently cursed. Cole’s eyes automatically widened. How was there a cursed corridor near the charms class and he had never heard of it until now?

As if that wasn’t enough, the girl mentioned that the corridor was not that big of a deal and that’s when he interrupted the conversation. “Not that big a deal?” he repeats as he steps closer to the other students. “You just said the place was cursed! How is that not a big deal?”

[crcai-blog]

dear name

@crxisla

Fingers drag along the spines of the books delicately, as if porcelain builds up the parchment that has been enclosed in a draft of untold stories-- waiting to burst open, words weaving away like silk.

Cai has heard his work-mate for the third time already, nagging to stop spoiling the books and letting the sun in through the wide window that almost displays the entire bookshop. But the boy thinks warmth is the only thing that can be saved, the feeling burning your face with comfort as you read.

Fingers stop where it has left off to, on the overrated; Romeo and Juliet. The cover seems to have faded its color, yet alone the paper that consists of it has slightly been tampered around the edges. And he remembers a particular stranger, a girl, who would usually visit the old bookshop to read the tragedy. Yes, it is a tragedy, contrary to popular belief that it particularly graces itself with romance. He glances at the wall-clock. She’d be here today, he thinks. She always goes here anyway.

He hears footsteps behind him, turning his head to see if it’s her. And, as always, it is. But he hardly starts a conversation--until today, that is.

 “Are you back to read this again?” he asks with no intent of malice.

[crxclaire]

appearances

@crxisla

Claire smooths down the dress she is wearing with hands that aren't technically hers. She's a bit nervous and apprehensive about this whole thing, but it's excitement that wins over both of those other feelings. For the first time, she will be using her ability to sneak into an event, something she has never done before, even as a child, and somehow doing it now reminds her of her mother, who often changes her appearance for her career as an Auror. She just hopes that she will be able to pull this off without being caught. That's why she turns to the girl walking at her side.

"Isla, did you bring enough potion with you to make it through the entire evening?" she asks the Slytherin girl. It's an important question, if they want to make sure all their bases are covered. The success of their plan is on the line! Sneaking out of the school had been a challenge already. They had succeeded, and had not been caught, but had this been purely out of luck? If it was, Claire doesn't want to push it, because it is bound to run out eventually.

[crxlottie-blog]

"i am always in awe of your photography skills dear," she speaks softly as if they are passing secrets. "you must teach me some more."

at the other girl’s words, her cheeks blaze with color as she turns to look at her friend with a face of disapproval, a soft whine of protest leaving her lips. 

“isla, stop teasing me,” she mutters back just as softly, shushing the other girl with her finger against the other’s lips. she knew that she was taking a risk by posting the picture in public like that, she knew that she risked exposure by making it known, but she didn’t realize that it would also prompt the subject of the photo to… like it…

“also, i know you’re teasing me, but i’m going to take this chance to tell you that you don’t need me to teach you how to be better at photography. after all, you’re already pretty good at it yourself,” she retorts, nudging the other girl gently in a playful manner.