#demixrivers

[ryderstypewriter]

give me advice !!

“Advice? Well, in light of what’s going on with you and the new tutor… or what’s not going on–you’ll have to fill me in on that, it’s been a while since we talked, Demi–but I’d say that the best advice to give right now would be to tell you to communicate with him.”

[loganhartford-blog]

@demixrivers

There was something soothing about the rain… The sound of the out-of-sync tapping, as each singular drop collided with the cement. It was the visuals that it gave off; making everything look glossier and how the colour of the grass seemed to stand out against the dull blue hovering above. EVERYTHING seemed to come to a standstill, as if there was nobody haunting the corridors of Brielle Institute, as if Demi was here alone. Although in that moment, she couldn’t really care less if there was anybody else around… She was happy to be stood out in the rain – embracing it – with no voices to be heard and no faces to be seen. It was as though she was finally at peace with her emotions and every little problem, running circles inside her over-working mind.

Inhaling a deep breath, the smell of fresh and crisp air tickling at her nostrils, Demetria allowed a sigh of content to follow back outward. A smile spread to the pink crescent of her lips as her autumn irises slowly scanned the BEAUTIFUL scene in front, but her lips parted when she found somebody else sat in the rain, with no hesitations.

Thick brows knitted together, her nose crinkled upwards and her arms threaded over one another in confusion… But Demi still found herself to be drifting towards him, wondering why he was so… Fascinated. Crouched over a puddle, staring into his own reflection, Demetria towered over him, glancing into the crystallised puddle too. He looked different. He didn’t look problematic or fucked in the head, but at peace with himself too… As if he was treating the rain-attacked garden as his own personal space, for reflective time. Every kid here at their issues and their different ways of handling them… It just so happened that Demetria and this unknown boy, used the same coping mechanism.

Logan grinned, caught between standing up to properly greet the newcomer and staying where he was, enjoying the puddle.

Maybe enjoy was too strong a word. He was happy it was there for him to poke at, but the mud, the little twigs and leaves floating along were… strange. Logically, they should be there, but the sight of them still made his spine prickle. It was nothing new, though.

Nature was less intense now than it had been: the first time he’d gone out in the rain after the hospital room and then the asylum, he’d ended up crying and pressed into the side of the building. Now it was just another stimulant, if one that took up a lot of focus.

Sometimes taking the brain off other things, like unending restlessness and loneliness, was good. It got tiring. He guessed that the new friend felt the same, given the slightly lost look in her round, glittering eyes. He stayed still under her gaze (how she could be cute and short while extracting and analyzing every flaw in his soul, he had no idea), freezing until she found what she was looking for.

Just like that, he stood. Though slightly wary, he plucked up a leaf and offered it to her. “You like the rain?”

[eden-mayer]

“Do you think they could have loved me?”

“Wh-What d’you mean?” Eden looked up, a bit caught off guard by the brunette’s question. She shook her head, signaling to Demi not to elaborate; Eden knew exactly what she meant. “I-I kinda think that love’s... love’s a lot of different things to different people. And that different people have different ways of showing and expressing it.”

“All that aside...” She took her bottom lip between her teeth as she took a deep breath, telling herself to stop dancing around Demi’s question. Love was something she’d been thinking about too much lately, and it was more irony than anything for Demi to bring it up to Eden just when she did. “I do. Yeah,” the blonde nodded, tucking a few loose hairs behind her ear before swallowing the lump in her throat. “Do you?”

[dante-sweeney]

❝ we are not going to a cemetery just because it may or may not be haunted. ❞

“Relax, Demetria, we aren’t going to a cemetery because it may or may not be haunted.” He paused, angelic smile on his face that he knew Demi would recognise as too good to be true. “We’re going because it is absolutely certainly 100% haunted. I don’t even care that it’s a fake one provided as decoration by the staff, it’s a cemetery in an asylum and is therefore definitely filled with ghosts. Come on, it’ll be fun. Sex tapes are so 2007 for launching yourself to fame, don’t you think finding proof of the supernatural is a little more modern?”

[kitrawlings]

❝ we can stay up late and watch scary movies. ❞

Kit gazed at the brunette whom he had met few days ago. He was however not convinced if she meant this as a general propostion or something rather individual to Kit. If it was however the latter, it would be quite inappropriate considering she was a patient and Kit was aware patients are way off limits. Of course an invitation to watch a movie seemed rather harmless, but that was usually not the case. 

“So you’re telling me you’re a horror fan?” he raised his eyebrows lightly, sapphires focusing on the brunette.

[eden-mayer]

​❝ aww, where’s your halloween spirit? ❞

“It’s right here,” Eden spoke, a tad monotonously, her hands gesturing toward the outfit she’d been just about forced to wear. “I carved, like, six pumpkins earlier and hung a bunch of decorations. I’m the epitome of Halloween spirit right now.” Surely, the spirit was all purely external, but Eden had done a decent job of keeping that charade going for the entirety of the month. At least, just until that moment when she’d started bitching about the holiday. Idiot. “Where’s yours? What’ve you contributed?”

[kleptovox]

give me advice !!

            ❝             STOP dressing & acting like you’re sixteen years old. there is more to life then male attention & getting laid, demetria.❞ the blonde rolled her eyes, sarcasm evident in her inflection but words coated in a layer of stone cold truth as well.  ❝ OH… and girls are way better kissers than dudes by default, so. . . i HIGHLY recommend you give that a try.❞