#p:past

[elilovesdragons]

Think Of Me || Self Para

feat. @ravenillyria

Elias' eyes glazed over as he saw his owl flying the red envelope over the table of the great hall. He knew it was coming for him, he had known ever since the sorting ceremony. As soon as the letter landed on the table in front of him, the young boy snatched it and ran out of the room, not wanting the rest of the students to hear the telling off that he was about to receive from his parents. The howler twitched in his hands, wanting to open and ruin the young boy, wanting to to reduce him to tears. Once he was out of the way of the great hall and alone, he took in a deep breath and let the howler open. "Elias Ridgebit!" His mother's words squealed from the howler in such a piercing voice that it made the boy cower and cover his ears. "Hufflepuff?!" The disgust in the mutated voice of his mother made Eli's heart thud heavily in his chest. "You are a disgrace.." The words rang through his head, bouncing back and forth as he crumbled to the floor. "Illyria MacMillan was sorted into Ravenclaw, her parents have been bragging to us nonstop. How could you let them have something over us." The name forced an image into his mind of the first person he had met, the young girl he had met on the train. They had had so much fun together, she was his first and only friend at the school, he could see them living out their years in school together, until now. His parents constantly spoke of a Mr and Mrs MacMillan with whom they held a rivalry like no other. Though he hadn't joined the dots when he met Illyria. "You will make this girl's life a living hell, you will better her in everything you do. You will prove to us that you are a true Ridgebit." The howler shredded itself to pieces as Elias sobbed into his hands.

The next day, Elias had been walking down the corridor, dark circles beneath his eyes and a saddened expression on his face. He had heard his name being called and he knew who the voice belonged to. Eli didn't want to do this, he just wished that he never had to see his friend again, he hoped that he would never have to face up to what his mother had said. He quickened his pace as he heard her call out to him again, eyes glazing as he turned the corner. The corridor was packed, students lined the halls from every side and there was no way he could squeeze through. Feeling a hand on his arm, Elias closed his eyes and sighed. "I'm so sorry.." He whispered quietly before turning to face the girl. Had this encounter happened before he had received the howler, Elias would have had a huge grin on his face, spreading from ear to ear as he conversed excitedly with his friend. But now, knowing that he had to do something to make her leave him alone for the rest of their years at Hogwarts, his expression was filled with sadness. A lump had began forming in his throat as his unwillingly changed the expression on his face to one of disgust, anger and frustration. Though his eyes were filled with the sadness he held inside. "What are you doing?" He shouted past the lump in his throat, voice cracking slightly. "Get away from me." He shoved her back, causing her to stumble. "Why are you talking to me?" Elias snapped, his voice full of bitterness. "You think that because I let you in my carriage we're friends now?" A bitter laugh passed his lips. "We're not friends. You're stupid if you ever thought we would be." His words were sharp and cut through the air toward the girl.

Elias watched as the girl froze, he noticed the glaze that now covered her eyes. He could feel his heart throbbing against his chest, every part of him was screaming for him to stop, to tell her the truth about his mother and to tell her he was sorry and that he didn't mean a word he said. But he couldn't disappoint his mother again. So he carried on. "Why are you still here? I told you to leave me alone." He snapped at the girl. "Go on. Go!" He screamed. Elias watched as the girl ran from him, he felt a change inside him as she did, an aching on his chest as he watched her leave. "Illy..." He whimpered quietly, too quiet for anyone but him to hear. Leaving the corridor, Eli ran toward the Hufflepuff common room and into his dorm. Thankfully he was alone, he slammed the door shut and collapsed to his knees, palms cupping each side of his head as the tears finally broke from his eyes, quiet sobs falling from his lips as he thought of the girl and of his mother. He had lost one in order to keep the other, though he didn't know if he had made the right choice. He didn't know, he was still young. Maybe there was a chance to make all of this right. No, there was no way to make this right... He had to keep up the act for the sake of keeping on good terms with his mother. No matter how much he didn't want to. The young boy felt terrible, his chest was tight, eyes burning, he felt sick to his stomach. Yet all he could think about was the girl whom he could have called his friend, who now would be calling him her enemy.

[magixbooks]

Cafe Lovers || Damien and Mika || Past

Damien always had the privileged life. He lived in huge loft apartments when his parents took him and his brother out on business. He always had the money, the designer clothes and the luxury life style.  He supposed that it came as a privilege. Walking through the streets of New York, flipping through texts on his phone, the French playboy was getting hungry and he looked up. There was a cafe right up ahead and he picked up his pace, wanting a hot coffee and a chocolate cake. He strutted into the cafe and pocketed his phone. Damien looked rich and like a celebrity all the time. It ran in the family. 

Large shades covered his eyes. A Dolce and Gabbana leather jacket rested on his shoulders, a black Polo hoodie showed the collars of a blue plaid Gucci shirt and YSL skinny jeans. He was full designer and only shopped at designer stores.  Looking up at the menu, he hummed a bit. He popped his gum and stayed silently in line, whipping out his phone again to text. Finally when it was his turn, he looked up and made his way over to the till. “Hi~,” he said, playfully winking at the girl behind the counter. 

[aflukeinmyheart]

Mommy, I Met an Angel || Past || Self

It had been a long time since Fluke had seen her home. She's begun to feel like Weatherford was the only home she'd ever had. Yet, there she stood, in front of the house she'd lived in for the greater part of thirteen years, and it was almost like she'd never left; almost. Things were different now. She no longer belonged at their dinner table, no longer knew what her little sister's face looked like. Her brother, only a year and a half older than her, she imagined looked largely the same- in the same way she did, near six years later. Her sister, though... The girl had only been eight when she left. Now, she would be almost fifteen. It was hard to imagine. For the hundredth time, Fluke started to wonder if she'd been forgotten. It would be hard for a parent to forget a child, she knew, but maybe they'd stopped talking about her. Maybe she'd become nothing more than a distant memory, for her sister. She was snapped from her thoughts by the door opening. She hadn't expected anyone to be home. Fluke glanced at the clock on her phone, dodging behind a tree. Her brother, maybe? She's expected him to be away at college. Her lip caught between her teeth as she tried to imagine the boy on a different path. Her parents would be at work, she thought, and her sister in school. High school. Her pulse halted, then raced; the sound of little footsteps and a child's laughter rang out from the other side of the tree, and a voice. Her mother's voice, calling "Stay in the yard!" Fluke's breath caught in her throat, and her fingers covered her mouth. The door closed. She didn't notice the little boy until he stopped right in front of her. "Are you okay?" he asked in a sort of incredulous tone. Her eyes flicked over him. He had her mother's dark brown hair, her father's bushy eyebrows and sparkling blue eyes, with dark and white veins swimming in the irises like ripples in the ocean. In his hand was clutched a small, wooden train, much like the one she'd made in shop class, just before... She blinked back tears, and gave the boy a small smile. "Yes. Thank you." "No, you're not!" he protested, wrinkling his nose at her. Fluke blinked in surprise. The boy smiled. "But that's alright. We can pretend." She stood silently, staring for a moment, then crouched in front of him. "You're a smart little boy, aren't you?" The boy pouted. "I'm not little!" Fluke laughed quietly. "What's your name?" He put his hands on his hips. "I'm Indigo Emery, and I'm five." There was an odd lump in her throat, a strange feeling in her chest. "Hello, Indigo. My name is Fluke." She held her hand out to him, but he just looked at her funny. She laughed. "That's a weird name," he said. "I know," she said. "I like it." Indigo nodded his approval. She laughed again. "Where'd you get that train, Indigo Emery?" she asked with genuine interest. "My big sister," he said, and Fluke's eyebrows rose. "Mommy saids she made it for me, before they knowed I was alive in there. But then she had to go away." Fluke's stomach sank slowly. "Oh?" He nodded, moving the train through the air. "Mm-hmm. They saids my big sister was a very inporant sister, and the angels had to take her with them. They saids she's up there watching, and this is my magic train to bring her back, but..." He frowned, one eye closed as he held the train in front of the sun. Fluke leaned forward. Indigo fell backward onto the grass, and she gasped, lurching forward to catch him, to make sure he was okay. He huffed, and pouted at the train in his hands. "It doesn't work." Fluke felt her eyes heat up. "It's brokeded," he mumbled solemnly, "my littler big sister saids that's a-'cause she's lost." Fluke but her lip, and helped the boy sit up. "You have two sisters?" He nodded, "mm-hmm," then wrinkled his nose up at her again. "Girls are weird." She smiled. "Why do you say that?" "Little-big sissy's sad all the time," he told her with a frown, fingers fiddling with his train's wheels. "Mommy doesn't know why, so she pretends, but Mommy always tells Daddy that pretending is for kids." Fluke but her cheek, struggling to breath, to speak. "Well," she told the boy, "I bet, if you, and your brother, and your sister all hold onto this train reeeaaally tight, your big sister will find her way back to you." Indigo grinned, and jumped up, running his train over her head and up the trunk of the tree. "Hm- wait..." He leaned over her shoulder. "How do you know about Brother?" He was still grinning. Fluke was barely able to make a sound before her mother's voice rang out again. "Indigo! It's time to come inside!" The little boy jumped up and down, then turned to Fluke. "Do you wanna sammich? Mommy makes goooood ones!" "Indigo, who are you talking to?" Fluke heard the woman's footsteps on the porch, and sucked in a breath. She jumped quickly and silently behind the rubbish bin, and closed her eyes, holding her breath. "Fluke! She wants a- huh?" The boy stared at the spot where his new friend had just been sitting, nothing left but air and pressed grass. He gasped, and grinned wildly, clinging tightly as ever to his train while he raced back inside. "Mommy! Mommy! I just met a, a angel, Mommy, a angel to bring Biggest Inporant Sissy back! Mommy!" Fluke's face twisted against tears, and she heard her mother's signature "Oh, honey.." before the door closed.

[not-of-this-dimension]

Genus diligit Fide || CLOSED || 26 years ago

The sun had just begun to dip behind the clouds when the horns sounded around the city walls, signalling the return of the army, and of the eldest son of Udolf, King of Vaardsgrim. It seemed as though the entire city had flocked to the streets to welcome back their sons, father's and brothers from an epic battle in the Lowlands. The townspeople cheered and called out the name's of a few brave warriors, but the men kept their heads down. It wasn't until a voice was heard, questioning the whereabouts of the captain that the people understood the solemn atmosphere. And it didn't take long for a hush to fall over the city, only the constant sound of hooves against stone to break the silence. 

A young Valethar, only 8 years of age, looked out at the parade from his window in the castle. Normally he would have been down among the crowd, but he was currently confined to his room for reasons he knew not of. As far as the boy was aware, the battle had been victorious, so why had all the merriment stopped down below? He shrugged and decided that he would have to ask his brother when he returned. It wouldn't be long now before Théoden would come bursting through the halls to his chamber with a token of his victory as he always did. Valethar had scrap armour and damaged sword hilts aplenty from the many battles his older brother had come away from, even when not victorious.

Strange. It must have been an hour since the army returned, and yet, still no visit. The entire city seemed to be enveloped in a mournful silence and Valethar would swear he could hear the sound of sobbing echoing through the walls. Bored of waiting for Théoden to come get him, the young boy opened his door quietly and crept down the halls towards the throne room where he guessed his father and brother would be, passing his sisters' chambers. The closer he got, the louder the crying got, it sounded like his mother, but there was also the occasional sob that came from a man, almost like his father. But why would his father be crying? The man barely showed any emotion at all, so why would he start after a successful battle? 

It wasn't until Valethar entered the room that he understood. None of the servants that usually would have been waiting on his parents were anywhere to be seen, only his father and mother were inside. "Mother?" His voice was weak as his eyes fell upon the reason for the silence and the sobbing. Théoden's armour, or what was left, lying on the floor next to his sword. "Mother?" He repeated, a lump growing in his throat as he took a step forward. "Valethar, go back to your chamber dear, please." His mother looked up at him, her eyes red and her face pale. "Valethar, darling-" He tried to move, but found his feet were unwilling to cooperate. where was Théoden and why had he left his armour in the middle of the floor?

"Didn't you hear your mother?" Udolf arose from the throne, looking far older than he had that morning "Go back to your chamber, son. Do not ask questions" The king commanded, walking down the steps. "But Father-" Valethar protested, It didn't make any sense, his brother's armour wouldn't be on the ground like that unless he had died in the battle, but that was impossible. Théoden was the greatest swordsman there was, he couldn't have fallen, he just couldn't. "Now!" The word filled the room, ringing in Valethar's ears as he span around and ran back to his bedchamber, tears in his eyes and grief clawing in his chest. He climbed out the chamber window and continued running through the forest for what felt like hours in an attempt to flee from the truth, hoping that if he ran far enough, he'd reach a place where his brother was waiting for him, a place he never found.

[berryinnyc]

Popcorn and Singles Things || Finn and Rachel

TAGGING → Finn Hudson and Rachel Berry TIME FRAME → Saturday 20th July 2013 LOCATION → Rachel's apartment, the cinema,  GENERAL NOTES → Rachel and Finn go out for a 'singles' night' at the movies. Rachel has her eyes set on this being a lot more date-like than Finn would probably like to think. 

Rachel had spent far too long working on her outfit. She wanted something perfect. Something that was going to show Finn that she was the right girl to cure his single-dom. She was certain that the effort alone would be commended. All the cute texts just made her heart melt. Getting a text from the boy you've had a crush on for goodness-knows how many years is possibly her favourite feeling. A part of Rachel really hoped that they didn't end up too comfortable as friends and any hope of a romance became even deeper in the abyss. She couldn't handle that just yet. 

She was meeting Finn in half an hour. That was long enough to get there. She was already dressed, made up and had her phone, keys and money in her handbag. She went for understated. That way Finn would have to look for the subtleties in her outfit, like matching the hazel in the floral print of her dress to her eye colour or the matching belt and shoes. At this stage, anything that Finn could compliment her on she was trying to make bolder. It may seem a little pathetic, but she had her reasons. This wasn't an overnight thing - Rachel had been crushing on Finn since she was fifteen and still wearing a training bra.

As the clock ticked on, Rachel got more nervous. She decided it would be best to just go. She left the apartment after placing down a cookie and note for Kurt and locked up before heading out of the building and onto the street. She hailed a cab, gave the driver the address of the cinema that was near Finn's school (they'd discussed the details beforehand and she thought it would be nice if Finn didn't have to go too far) and got into the back, her heart skipping beats here, there and everywhere.  

[celeste-mercedes]

Long Lost Past || Self-Para

The photo in Cel's hand seemed to shake harder the longer she looked at it, becoming  blurrier the longer she stared. She was helpless to stop the waves of emotion that were associated with the photo. She hadn't meant to drop the box that was at the top of her closet. If it hadn't been for her shirt hanger getting caught, it never would have happened. She had seen the back of the photo laying there, and her heart had skipped a beat as she read the writing on the back. 

The Alamo-San Antonio, Texas  Jennifer, Damian, and Celeste

The tremors running through her seemed to increase as her eyes swept across the printed words, her fingertips reaching out to run over the indentations left over from her mother's writing. She couldn't bring herself to turn the photo over, her teeth biting into the flesh of her bottom lip. It had been a long time since she had thought of either of her parents, let alone the circumstances that had left her an orphan. She had closed up all of her memories and hidden them in a figurative box in the back of her mind, put away under lock and key. But now they were front and center in her mind, flooding her senses with recognition and nostalgia.

"Mommy, can we look at the canons? Please? Do you think they still shoot? Will it even hurt us?" A younger Cel was bounding with energy, thrilled to visit a location that was still well preserved after so many years. The yellow dress her mother had put her in flowed behind her, struggling to stay put on the moving body. Jennifer laughed, watching in amusement as her daughter tried to take in the whole world at once. Already the dress was slightly rumpled and Cel's hair was a tangled mess flowing down her back. The red flush on her face was a sure sign of the excitement that threatened to burst from her at any moment. There was so much to see, so much she had never heard about before. It was a new and thrilling experience for the girl. 

Cel's parents had been called into Texas to help train some newer operatives and had finally decided to let her tag along, showing her what she would be a part of one day if she so wished. The training hadn't interested the girl very much, seeing as how every time things started to get a little hairy, the operatives would be pulled apart and set to start again. Cel couldn't understand why they were making things so difficult when other tactics could have been used with more satisfactory results. After watching the same mistakes, Cel had turned towards her father and whispered her confusion into his ear. He had watched her as she went through the technique playing out in her mind.

"But if the little guy waits for the big guy to attack, he can use his own body weight against him and push him forward, letting the little guy get the jump from the back. Wouldn't defense work better then offense?" The amused gleam in his eyes had made Cel feel as though she were as important as her daddy's boss, who was pretty important from what she had gleaned. Damian turned to her mother and pulled her close, leaning in and saying, "We sure made a smart kid honey." Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he turned and gathered Cel into his lap, and the family quieted again, watching the training in contented silence.

Somewhere in the mess of time and running around to look at the various tourist traps, they had managed to get a photo taken by one of the photographers who sold a single shot for more money than was worth. Damian argued with his wife before handing over the twenty dollars, and when the cameraman told them to smile, he seemed to grin the most out of all of them. And for the time captured in that photo, they were a picture perfect family. In Cel's mind at the very least.

The photo slipped through her slim fingers and fell to the floor, turning as it did. The smiling faces of her parents stared blankly at the ceiling as Cel fled her room, leaving the mess and not bothering to shut the door behind her. She recognized her intense need to get away from her surroundings, suffocating on the familiarity of the place. Her heart pounded in her throat, almost in time with the pounding of her feet as she ran through the hallways, not pausing as friends called her name, nor when the guards questioned where she was going, nor when she thought her lungs would explode from the sudden exertion. She ran until she reached the end of the trail she and Hunter had explored together, and finally, finally, she let the ground catch her, letting its stability become her own.

She wasn't quite sure how long she lay there as memories of her past hit her harder then they had in years, but she stopped trying to calculate it. She let herself feel it, finally accept the pain that her younger self had refused to show, finally let herself mourn the loss of her mother, of a father who had gone mad from the loss. And she finally let herself cry at the memory of taking her own father's life, a man who she had adored, a man who she no longer blamed for suffering as he had. The onslaught of emotion was more then she expected, and the grass around her began to smolder as she sobbed.

It was a peculiar thing really, how the green stalk so full of life seemed to wither before turning to ash, leaving nothing but dust in its wake. And as Cel watched it burn, her tears slowed and her sobs quieted. The pain that seemed to lick at her heart ebbed slowly, leaving calm acceptance in its wake. She had closed her past a long time ago, and wasn't going to let it affect her more. She was no longer the younger version of herself, no longer unable to protect herself from outside forces. She was an operative, strong, intelligent, brave. And it was time to let things go. As if an invisible weight had been lifted off her shoulders, Cel stood, brushing dust and ash off of her clothes. Later that night when she would return to her room, Cel would take the photo and put it back in the box. She would then take that box and put it on her bedside table with the hope of adding newer and happier memories to it.