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[lannathepopstar]

BttP: For Your Eyes Only | Part I

@theperfectheir

♕⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚✧ — Okay, this had to be one of the grandest events Lanna had ever attended. Sure, she had been to a couple of parties and premieres, being an child star, it was only inevitable, but she wasn’t that anymore. She had recently stepped away from that light and more into independent music that was much more mature. 

It came as such a surprise to her that she had even been invited to perform, but she gladly accepted. Like any other performance, she had already sang a few classic songs accompanied by piano (played by herself, of course), but now it was time for a little break.

For such an event, she had worn a dress that was fairly new and out of her comfort zone, but at least made her feel like she was supposed to be here. Well, kind of. 

She would be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little intimidated by all the expensive and rich looking people here, but maybe some a snack or two might calm her nerves. 

When she arrived at the table, she had to stop for a second and take in all the food set up. A lot of it looked unfamiliar to the blonde, so she stood there, pondering what to grab first. 

“What to do, what to do...” She mumbles in awe, unaware that there was someone behind her, probably waiting to get their plate set up.

[fashionistaextraordinaire]

[BttP] Nightmare || Closed

One month ago.

Her lungs burned. Feet burned. Body lit ablaze as she continued to run.

It was all she could think to do. She didn’t know what she was running from or running towards, but she knew she needed to keep going. To keep pushing herself forward. Even as the blisters of her feet grew larger and larger. Even as the ground beneath her moved slower and slower. Even as the panic in her chest kept rising.

Before her was a long stretch of forest, like the one she visited so often on Arcadia. But it felt different this time. Like there was danger all around her. A danger she couldn’t identify. And it terrified her.

She kept running, jumping over tree roots that kept getting larger and larger. Around tree trunks that began to dwarf her with every step. Becoming larger obstacles. More things to keep her from moving forward.

“Evelyn!”

She blinked, and in the distance she could see Soseki. Tied to the same chair she found him in all those months ago. Looking out at her. Trying to reach her even with his hands bound.

“Soseki!”

And Evelyn kept running, trying to reach him. But no matter how fast she ran and how much she tried, he stayed the same distance away. She kept running and running.

And something caught her foot, sending her tumbling to the ground.

Evelyn immediately wanted to get up and continue running. But no matter how much she screamed on the inside, her body would only move as slow as molasses. She needed to get to Soseki! She needed to free him! But no matter how much she wanted to move, her body would only move one part at a time. Her arm, slowly lifting herself up, with every effort exhausting her tenfold. But she couldn’t be exhausted by this! She needed to go now! Why wasn’t she moving faster?

There was a click behind her.

Evelyn slowly turned her head, opening her eyes to find herself back on that ship again. In a hallway of sickly fluorescent light and steel walls. In the hallway that smelled of copper and death. And at the end of the hallway was the same Sechs soldier that cut her hair that day. 

Evelyn tried to get up, but she couldn’t. She looked down to see chains all around her wrists and ankles, keeping her tied down to a spot in the floor. She tried to struggle, but the chains weren’t even budging. And she looked up and the soldier was smiling, taking another step towards her. And another. And another. And he was reaching for a gun on his belt. And another step. And he was clicking the gun again, raising it up and pointing it towards her. And she couldn’t move and her heart was pounding and she closed her eyes but the smell wouldn’t go away and -

The sound of a gunshot.

No pain. Nothing.

Evelyn slowly opened her eyes. There was someone standing there, between her and the soldier. Someone with long brown hair. A yukata draped around him, a trail of crimson slowly dripping down purple fabric.

And he slowly turned his head back to her.

And he smiled.

And fell.

Evelyn woke up trembling, a cold sweat running down her face as she sat upright, looking around wildly around the room. It was cold, dark, the other side of the bed empty. She looked down to the empty space, one of her hands wildly patting down the area, her eyes still frantic with worry. Where was he? 

Something logical was beginning to wake up in the back of her mind, but the panic at the forefront didn’t want to listen. All she knew was that Soseki wasn’t here and every time she blinked, she could see that image embedded into her brain. 

Phone. Her phone was there. She needed to call him. Hear his voice. She scrambled to her end table, her trembling hands trying and failing to grab her phone several times before she finally grabbed it, pulling it towards her.

The screen flashed on. Three in the morning. He would still be up, right? He had to be. She needed him.

She quickly dialed his number and called, pressing the phone into her ear, her heart pounding harder with every ring. 

He didn’t pick up.

Evelyn took in a hitched breath, pausing to swallow down a cry as she dialed his number again.

“Please, Soseki...” Evelyn pleaded softly into the soft rings of the other line, “Pick up...” She waited with shaken breaths. One ring. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Missed.

She felt her throat go dry as she just sat there, listening as the other line continued on. The option for a voice mail popped up, but Evelyn felt all words leave her. Silently, she ended the call and let the phone drop down to the pillow beside her.

Part of her knew she had to leave a message. To let him know that everything was fine. He would find the missed calls in the morning and there would be questions. But even knowing that, Evelyn didn’t know what to say. What could she say? That every time she wasn’t sleeping with him, the nightmares steadily returned? That despite everything happening having been months ago, she was still effected by them nonetheless? That she was still scared shitless that everything would happen again, no matter what?

Evelyn ran her hands through her hair. Hair much shorter than it had been before that fucking ship took them away. And then, her hand gradually fell to her stomach, remembering the talk she and Soseki had about starting a family. And that just made her start crying harder.

What the fuck kind of mother would she turn out to be? Turning into a wreck every time her husband wasn’t there? Just what the hell was wrong with her?

Why wouldn’t it all go away?

Everything that happened to them was months ago. She should have already moved on. She should be stronger than this.

But here she was. Crying.

All because she still lived in that time.

And she was all the more pathetic for letting herself live there.

[arigatosmiles]

Little Talks || Iris & Soseki

There she was. This was his chance. Before he quit his job, Soseki told Iris they would talk. Then his boss made a pass at Evelyn and he punched him without thinking, then quit in his next breath. Their talk had been swept under the rug.

Except, now was his chance. He could walk over there now and talk to her.

She doesn’t care. She’s probably happy you quit and doesn’t want to talk.

Yeah, probably so. She looks happy.

See? She’s better off with you. You can still get away, she hasn’t noticed you. That would be the kind thing. Then you won’t make her feel awkward for not wanting to talk to you.

Yeah. Soseki sighed. Yeah, he should just get out of here while he could. It would be better. Heeding his anxieties, Soseki looked around for a quick exit, and found that he had finally been spotted by Iris. 

Great.

[vishoutofwater-blog]

𝓫𝓽𝓽𝓹: 𝓱umble 𝓫eginnings || forte & vishnal

✧ Kids can be cruel, people say.

✧ Vishnal didn’t believe that when he was 11. (He doesn’t believe it now, either, but 11′s the age we’re at.) Why would kids be mean to him? He helped them all the time, and they always looked grateful when he reported he was done with something.

✧ His current objective: clean up a mess.

✧ There’s a tiny part of him that wonders why someone would spill so many jacks across the ground at a park, but he doesn’t want to make anyone feel bad for being a klutz if he asks. So he’ll sit here and collect them eagerly, every single one. He’ll be able to join the others once he’s cleaned this up for them, easy.

✧ It doesn’t occur to them that maybe they’re just using him because they see him helping the teacher all the time. He hears teacher’s pet whispered sometimes, but he doesn’t necessarily think that’s a bad thing. He always gets a ‘thank you’ from the teacher, and a smile! There’s nothing wrong with getting a smile, right?

✧ (When told of his new status as, uh... chore-doer in class, his mother had an odd look on her face and said, “Well, darling, don’t forget to have fun with the rest of them, alright?” But there’s nothing more fun than making people’s lives easier, so he doesn’t know why she was so adamant on it...)

@forte-days-and-knights

[gridballgod]

high school drama » alex&elise

@chocoelise-blog

Alex slammed his locker shut and laughed along with something one of his friends had said, leaning against the metal door he’d just closed. Their matching varsity jackets labelled them as the popular kids in school, the top of the food chain.

A small group of cheerleaders walked past them, and Alex tuned out of the conversation momentarily to admire them. Sure, he had a girlfriend, but there was nothing wrong with appreciating other girls, right? It wasn’t like Elise would ever find out as long as he didn’t act on it... But as they passed, his girlfriend’s name came up in the conversation, and his ears pricked up to listen.

“... Elise’s dad has set her up with another suitor...”

“Yeah, I hear he’s really rich!” 

“She’s soooo lucky!” 

“I hear she has to go on a date with him this weekend to see if it works out...”

Alex’s mouth dropped open as he continued to watch them despite them now being out of earshot. The gears in his head started turning. So Elise had neglected to tell him she’d been set up with another guy, huh? He wondered if she had ever planned to let him know. But he wasn’t about to wait to find out. Gritting his teeth, he pushed past his teammates without saying a word and stormed out of the corridor towards where he knew Elise spent her lunch break.

He headed outside to the courtyard and spotted her golden curls immediately. She was sat on top of a picnic bench with some of her friends, laughing about something. When she spotted him coming over, she smiled and waved, but her expression quickly changed when she registered the anger in his.

When he reached her, he crosses his large arms across his chest and glowered at her. “Did you ever plan to tell me you have a new boyfriend?” he spat, jumping straight into the accusations.

[wanderingwhiimsy-blog]

BttP: Unwilling Thief || Ludus & Popuri

@jckofallltrades;

Popuri didn’t know what to do with the clay pot. The ship had docked in Lulukoko a few weeks ago and raided one of the ruins on the island. Unfortunately, they dragged Popuri along, intending to make her a ‘proper member of the crew’ and see if she ‘had what it took’. Popuri had long since decided that she did not have what it took to be their type of pirate. 

Now she was on Arcadia, an island visited sometimes by the crew, and holding the one piece they made her take: a clay pot hand carved with decorations. And she felt awful about it. Pacing the dock, Popuri held the artifact carefully, simultaneously admiring it and stressing out. She wasn’t sure what it was for but the crew had been pawning off anything of value and the way it looked made her sure they’d try to sell it too if she left it on board. But she couldn’t keep it forever and she had no way to give it back and— What was she going to do!? 

[feliicific-blog]

[BttP] Lunchtime || Raven & Phillip

@phoeniixt​

The bell rung, signalling that it was time for the first lunch to begin.  Along with the rest of the teenagers at St. Hermelin, Phillip found himself rushing down to the cafeteria, hoping to spend as much of his new-found freedom as he could down there.  Normally, the boy sat at a table with a couple of his friends, but today was different.

It all started when one day, demand for seats at the table he normally table he sat at were pretty high, so with him buying his lunch today chances were he wasn’t going to have a seat once he made it through the line.  And, like as predicted, he didn’t have a seat.  He had looked around the cafeteria for a new place to sit when he settled on a table with a girl named Raven.  

Now, the only way Phillip really knew Raven before this was through the couple classes they had together, most of which were spent with Raven copying his work.  He hadn’t really talked to her before then.  Now the two were at least on talking terms.  Phillip was actually pretty positive that Raven saw him as a nuisance, but there was something about Raven that struck Phillip, leaving him curious about her.  So now every Tuesday, Phillip took it upon himself to sit with Raven.

And, guess what day it was.

Phillip took his lunch box and sat in his usual spot across from the girl.  “Hey, Raven.” he gave the girl a smile, hoping to lighten the mood.  “How’s class today?”

[dirkonthego-blog]

BttP: Musical Brothers {Dirk/Ash}

@ashonthemountain

     The small band Dirk originally formed with his best bro was starting to grow: at least now it wasn’t just the two of them. They actually had a bassist now that they were in high school! A drummer and a guitarist could only go so far, but with an added member of a vocalist and a bassist, things were starting to shape up. 

     Dirk was practicing on the guitar during lunch break when he spots one of the new members pass by, the hat giving him away. Three our of four of their members all liked hats, now that he thought about it... “Yo! Ash! Over here!” He called him over, an arm being waved frantically. He hasn’t eaten lunch yet, but he did have a packed lunch ready. Maybe he wanted to eat somewhere more scenic too?