#eaerikson

[ursotasteless]

Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Clouds behind his eyes and rain clouds above his heads, Ophelia watched Erikson sat within the perimeter of the ‘popular’ kids lunch table, surrounded by meat head and girls who loved them. She had heard that the group was fearful of his families power within the school and treated him like a prince, a prince of darkness.

Marching over, Ophelia set her mound of books down and glared at the crowd as their eyes feasted on the sight of the ‘milf’s daughter’ approaching. The lion walking to the lions on her own accord and yet her eyes locked on the wolf inside the pride and knew he didn’t belong, they didn’t belong. 

“You’re not safe.”

“You’re not happy.”

“You must be an idiot, to come here unprotected.”

“I’m a genius because you will protect me.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because you need me.”

A break in the air, tightening around their throats chocking out his next words carefully.

“I need a lot of things.”

“The first being, a friend…a real one.” 

Extending her hand, trying to save the one drowning in his own sorrows. 

Blinking, she had her hand out and was still far from the boy as she realized all of her bravery had failed and was stuck still finding words to say but not knowing how to tell him.

That she was dark and twisty too. 

[eaxkay]

Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

Nobody knows who the actual sociopath is in the pair of blondes. At some time, it'd be Erik, it'd be Kay, it'd be both. 

But tonight, it’d be both. 

Isn’t it such a foolish thing to do, that you’d feel like home to a certain kind of person, but would want to leave that home for the sake of it not crumbling down? or is it just a foolish thing to do, that you’re just that type of person to think that you’re not good enough to anyone, you’re not even good enough for yourself-- it’s confusing sometimes, and even damned and immature. 

So there the ice prince is, walking along the tapered hallway, and there the dark prince is, walking along too as if they’re two ends bound to meet.

Kay lifts his head up just before they’re almost two feet away. Erik does too, but their eyes tell no familiarity, as if Erik has been pushing Kay away, and Kay letting him. 

But Kay blocks his best friend 

“We need to talk” Kay says.

“I need to sleep” Erik replies.

So Kay doesn’t really bother to continue something so dull, so he takes a step to the side to make way for Erik to pass. 

And they continue without looking back.   

There’s something wrong with the both of them 

[eaxrei-blog]

Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

obscure feelings: accepting!

Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

their first time meeting was by mere coincidence. there were two options for him: let her hang or let her fall. there must have been some sympathy he held towards her, or maybe the firm tone in her voice was evident enough to show that she wasn’t going to take no as an answer, but in the end he does decide to catch her. she puts trust into a stranger--she’s rolling die, playing cards, in the end this all luck and to rei it was foolish to place such possibilities in the hands of someone else--and he doesn’t allow her to fall. her back doesn’t meet the hard earth but instead the safety of the boys arms. her thanks comes and goes, believing she’d never see his face again.

she’s a drop of water in the ocean. insignificant. unlike the royalty she so often meets on school grounds she’s not destined for thrones and for that very reason she focuses mainly on herself and her friends. attending every class, every session, with desire to live a normal life before it’s all stripped away from her. rei abe has time to travel the world and leave unseen footprints, but the classroom brings her a sense of comfort and delight that she’s sure she wouldn’t find anywhere else.

the library is where her tunnel vision is most beneficial, cutting out the world and her worries as she finds herself lost between books of both history and fiction. she bites back a sigh, slender fingers against the spine of a book that she’s prepared to put back before she catches a figure on the other side of the shelf. 

it’s convenient--another coincidence--that she would see him again. there’s no reason for her to engage in any conversation but something pulls her in. maybe it was genuine curiosity, maybe it’s disbelief that he’s real. (at this point, after that night and this random encounter, she’s certain that their relationship is something akin to a tacenda, out of sight and out of mind.) she reaches out, slender arms passing easily making it to the other side of the shelf and catching the male’s attention before she draws her hand back. she neither greets him with a smile or sparkle in her eye but rather a blank stare before she asks, “are you here to save me from boredom?”

it’s that simple.

[eagwen-blog]

⚜ just like my dreams

The second time Gwen wakes up, the room is dipped in darkness with only the pale moonlight filtering through the shades that enables her to make out shapes and forms. Her eyelids are as heavy as ever  but she fights through the haze of sleep and looks around the room. She realizes then that the blinding pain she had felt earlier has now become muted as if it is only now crawling beneath her skin instead of coursing wildly through her veins. How long will this last, she thinks. 

A clean sweep of the room lets her know that she’s alone and she pointedly ignores the disappointed feeling that settles in her chest. I don’t need anyone, she thinks to herself in a poor attempt at self reassurance. Wiggling her toes and fingers, she’s relieved to realize that she can move and feel them; clearly her fall was not that damaging. 

And with her pain numbed, Gwen reaches for the hand rails on either side of her bed and tries to use it to push herself up into a sitting position not thinking about how bad the sudden movement will be for her. There’s no point in staying here any longer if she feels fine. She just wants to go home. 

[ @eaerikson ] 

[eaxkay]

“The cabin has air conditioning, you know.”

Kay does not bother to move an inch out of the cabin, but he opens the doors and sees Erikson, lips creeping up into a smile. 

“Nice to see that you’re still alive” he greets after they’re little drinking session. 

He looks at him, looks through him before passing the thought away to finally answer his friend. 

“We don’t bother using it, since I’m around” he says, not really a joke, because it’s rather chilly in his cabin. 

[eagwen-blog]

⚜ chasing sunsets

♡ goodbye summer ft. @eaerikson​  ♡

Dressed in jean shorts, a tank top, sneakers and a windbreaker around her waist, Gwen deems herself as ready as she’ll ever be for the mountain hike a few of her schoolmates have planned for the afternoon. It’s the perfect activity to kick start their weekend at the beach and the perfect way to familiarize themselves with the coastline and the mountain beside it. And though she’s never been on actual hiking trip before, this doesn’t stop the princess from being excited about the trip. 

With her excitement nearly contagious, she grabs her carry on and jogs to the meet up place but her eagerness is cut short when she realizes someone unexpected is joining the hike. Everyone goes silent at seeing the two of them together and Gwen really can’t blame them but the last thing she wants is to make things awkward for everyone so she puts on a smile and walks up to him as she normally would. 

“I didn’t know hiking was your thing.” She comments lightheartedly. “But it’s good to see you again, Erikson.” 

[eayujin-blog]

oh charlie

It’s rare that Nami would actually mind her surroundings in complete empathy. Maybe it’s the coffee she stole and chugged in one go just because she thought it was chocolate milk, or maybe it’s the fact that her tails are itching up her ass from all the hiding, or maybe...it’s that psychotic-looking-blonde-smirking guy not so far away from where the Gumiho is sitting. 

She tries to wipe her drool off her face, blinking as she sees the magic swirling from his fingertips while people in his direction start tripping. She laughs along what he’s doing, finding his mischief funny.

The guy finally stands up and Nami lifts her finger in the air, seeing the other trip with her little magic afterwards. She moves to cover her mouth with her hand, suppressing an immature laugh escaping from her lips. 

[eagwen-blog]

♡ still drunk on you ft. @eaerikson  ♡

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