#event.002

[papaflynn]

›    CALLUM FLYNN  for the BRIAR RIDGE SUMMER MUSIC FESTIVAL

[kismctt]

a page delivered two letters to the chambers of the married dudleys, one addressed for robert and another addressed for his wife, amy. the writing is loopy, clearly written with a careful determination, as if the author had spent hours by candlelight composing these words. the letter is lengthy, taken up a full three pages of parchment, and is filled with minute details of kismet's life in her good sister's absence. below, one may find an excerpt from the letter.  | @robsartd

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i am writing to plead for your forgiveness, beloved sister of mine, and that you may use your tongue to persuade my brother to not be cross with me as well. i have devoted my time dutifully to the princess, as you instructed me to do so ... amy, i am uncertain the transgression that i dared to take against her. there is little rhyme or reason to her anger with me, yet i feel it as one does a heavy storm cloud! it is constantly haunting and pouring onto my being. every morning, i am sent away to attend to the most vile of tasks that one may think of. i swear, i do not raise objection, nor twist my tongue in complaint, though it weighs on me. every evening, i am called again, to help her undress and haunt the shadows of her chambers till i am sent away once more. the days are horribly, dreadfully long now - with little joy to seek in them. without your presence i cannot help but weep, praying for your swift return to hampton so that i may feel less of an outcast in turbulent waters. perhaps you may supply advice to how i may seek forgiveness from the princess and claim her good graces once more. 

...

your troubled sister, 

kismet. 

[sisisisipho]

who: open where: open

its eerie, seeing windows boarded up and doors locked tight, even as corpses littered the alleyways. the stench of blood clogged her nose, and she wished she had just stayed in the water rather than brave the streets. holding her skirt up, she stepped over a severed arm and scrunched her nose as she instead stepped in... something.

“this is disgusting.”

[o-opheelia]

who: open where: open

the morning sun was warm, warm in a way that her tavern fire could never match, and as she stepped outside, ophelia’s lips curved in a smile that could make angels weep with jealousy. “thank fuck for morning.” she adjusted the sword at her hip, head on a swivel in case the dead had learned how to animate in the day light. 

[flashesback]

Wally and Bart made a good team. There was nothing else to be said about that. While Jay or Barry might have been tired out by Bart too easily, Wally had all the same energy that Bart had, just balanced with a little more maturity. The two of them ran in circles around a group of Stryker’s agents, herding them up easily before Wally sped off to find one of the velveteen ropes that cordoned off VIP areas. With Bart’s help, he wrapped it around the group of agents and tied it in a neat bow, effectively incapacitating them. “Now this is my kind of Christmas present. What do ya think, Kid Flash?”

[ starter for @ofkidflash !!! ]

[papaflynn]

thread: the storm characters: callum & harvey where: school hall tagging: @harvymoran

The storm had come from nowhere. One minute, they were mingling and celebrating the festival', then the weather shifted, and the sirens went off. Callum had very little experience with this type of weather, so he was frozen and panicked. That panic escalated into terror as he realised that Avie had left early with her friends and their parents. The father collapsed as a wave of emotions washed over him. There was nothing he could do, and he couldn't leave as it was too dangerous, but not knowing, he felt like he might have a heart attack.

The organisers guided them all to safety and gave them jobs. Callum was tasked with finding beds for everyone alongside Colt, and the entire time, he was fighting back the tears and stress. The job gave him something to do to distract his mind, but he could barely speak. That's when he saw Harvey busy with his own task, and as he continued to look around, more friends' faces stood out. They were all in this together. Callum rubbed his forehead and let out a dry sob as he tried to fight the pain. "Fuck..." he muttered.

[papaflynn]

thread: the storm characters: callum & colt where: briar ridge summer festival tagging: @coltonatwater

Callum had been gathering and setting up beds for an hour or so now. That time had passed in relative silence as his thoughts swirled with concern and stress for his daughter. Thankfully, Colt understood, and other than some instructions or guidance, he let the worried father distract himself with the task at hand.

He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and stopped momentarily to catch his breath. This was going to be a long night. Callum pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked, but there was still no signal. He was desperate to know that Avie was okay. "Have you ever dealt with this kind of thing before?" He asked Colt, hoping the other man might provide some much-needed reassurance.

[papaflynn]

thread: carnival games characters: callum & noa where: briar ridge summer festival tagging: @noaandreas

It was the second day of the Summer music festival, and Callum was on Dad duty. He had been looking forward to spending the day with Avie and showing her that, despite the eye-rolls, her old man was still fun. It was also a special day, as Callum had asked Noa to come join them. The two had grown closer over the Summer, and although she had met Avie many times before, he wanted to spend a day with all three of them together. It was important to him to always include his daughter, but he also knew that part of him wanted Avie and Noa to bond. Callum had grown a bond with Noa's father, so it felt like it mattered that he shared his family with her, too, whenever he could. The circumstances were obviously different, but for Callum, it meant something.

He returned with the slushy Avie had ordered to find she had already made a friend at one of the games. Callum laughed and sipped the drink as the kids played. Then he spotted Noa approaching and quickly jogged to meet her, an arm tightly wrapping around her as he kissed her cheek. "Hey, thanks for coming..."