#psychiclegacy

[nklsdttr]

* @thvrpe & @psychiclegacy no , but hear me out : hope would actually strongly gravitate towards xavier ... probably , almost immediately . while she's inherently a loner and used to / fond of her own company BUT i truly think she would , not only from an artist perspective but from being misunderstood !!!

[wednesdcy]

WHILE HER MOTHER ATTEMPTED TO SPOON FEED HER the wholesome propaganda that nevermore would open doors to finding her own people, she failed to mention the dangers of that such an establishment could close them as well. the school was an amalgamate of normie subjects and mystical arts, teaching the fundamentals along side the secrets and occult. it was survival, some that she even enjoyed. it only took a class of imbeciles to completely miscalculate their measurements and create a viral toxin, sending the entire campus into lock down.

the ones closest to the exposure were put into quarantine to be monitored for symptoms. she so happened to be outside the very classroom speaking with xavier. there hadnt been an alarm or a much of a scramble—not until the everyone in the class had begun to hallucinate and fall into madness. it was disappointing— she wouldve liked to watch. she was escorted into a closed wing and placed inside a room with the boy, those directly exposed were in another. another disappointment. if she was going to pay for her peers sins, it was fair that she should be allowed to witness the mayhem.

wednesday glanced at @psychiclegacy, unblinking stare boring into the artist. she was learning to trust him though it was still difficult. it was a wonder that he trusted her—then again, it was quite possible he didnt. but he wasnt the monster she thought and for some reason she didnt understand, he seemed to want to be around her. though this type of quality time had to be exorbitant even for him. " if i were to break out, what would it take for you to keep quiet? name your price, " her monotone broke through the silence as she shifted her unblinking stare from the ledge outside the window to the boy. as far as they were informed, the toxin affected the sensory cortex and hippocampus that affected their powers. blood thirsty vampires, sirens with no filter, wolfing out in rage. logically, she was in more danger with him than without him.

fn: XAVIER and WEDNESDAY trapped in a room together during a quarantine

[inkfng]

happy holidays !  @psychiclegacy​

                      tongue   clicked   loudly   twirling himself around the table he sat upon.       forcing the notebook in front of the boy closed.       head falling a tilt.       ‘  stop sulking for five seconds . . . n listen to me  ’       pushing himself off he took a seat next to him.       giving xavier a squeeze on shoulder.      ‘  i think you should come look at christmas lights with enid n` i  ───  heard through the girly squeals your spooky girl might be there.  ’

[carolinakncws]

for @psychiclegacy​ / verse: nevermore academy

                  ‘ I’m not confessing I’m lost, but I might be lost. ‘

These words were spoken to Xavier so easily, from a boy who was exhausted from the endless back-and-forths with family who couldn’t give him a moment’s peace, or faculty who demanded a certain level of perfection, or even from himself, who seemed to be spiralling into the world of text without so much as a breath. Evan knew his friend understood, in a way no one else could, because they shared the same sense of — well, the same SENSE, in a sense, but in their own ways carved out of their own pasts. They had to interpret their visions carefully but sometimes Evan found himself believing they were all truth, and perhaps he could blame that on his upbringing, having been told they were GOD’S MESSAGE told in the ways ‘ only He wants you to see ‘ because ‘ God works in mysterious ways ‘. Yeah, yeah, whatever.

As much as Evan wanted to swipe at this logic, his brain had been molded by those practices, hymns and fables.

The friendship he’d grown with Xavier was fast, easy and safe. At least his friend was no longer being endlessly thrown against walls, as Evan sat on the empty bed in Xavier’s dorm, having given no notice he was inviting himself in ( though wasn’t the first time, so arguably not entirely surprising ). He flopped down, letting his shoulders sink.

                 ‘ Maybe we should try shock therapy and the visions might start making sense. ‘

[infernalrampagemoved]

‘  what,  daddy  couldn’t  get  you  what  you  wanted?  “  beverly  replies  and  she  does  not  know  if  her  tone  is  teasing  but  she  is  here  on  a  scholarship  and  barely  made  deadline.  actually  she  is  here  because  alvin  threw  in  her  here  for  being  different  and  now  she  is  stuck  with  these  unwanted  powers  and  miserable.  her  green  eyes  look  at  him  as  he  surveys  the  area  and  she  looks  out  the  window.  it  was  a  gorgeous  view.   the  room  was  barely  decorated  and  all  they  had,  plus  she  was  a  danger  to  herself  and  others  so  they  stuck  her  alone,  not  that  she  minded  more  space  for  her  but  it  was  not  home. even  in  her  fucked  up  house  she  had  a  home  in  her  room,  a  space  where  she  could  breathe  and  be  and  make  her  own  but  this  was  just  years  of  resentment  building  and  she  is  not  even  sure  why  she  asked  xavier  here  like  it  mattered.  “  i  don’t  have  one...  it  was  kind  of  the  last  room  available  so..  “  which  technically  was  not  d  lie.  “  besides  i  like  the  quiet,  i  like  being  alone.  “

@psychiclegacy​ ( x )

[nklsdttr]

" . . . great tragedy happened here , didn't it ? you can almost feel it . . . " / @psychiclegacy

[troubleah]

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 | XAVIER ( @psychiclegacy ) SAID : ❛ why did you bring me here? ❜

            “Deep in the woods plus a vampire plus a poor unfortunate pulse? Duh. Do the math.” Her grins shows her teeth – but the human ones, dull and mostly tame. Leah won’t eat him ( probably. maybe. his heart is so loud in her ears and she still struggles sometimes ), even if it is the perfect opportunity to do crime. “I didn’t bring you anywhere, Batman. You’re the one who just had to tag along; something about a killer on a loose and how unsafe it is to be out here alone blah blah blah.” She leaps over a fallen tree, not slowing down.

[breakthings]

@psychiclegacy con’t.

A brow raised slightly at Xavier’s response, looking at the long haired boy carefully—oh. She recognized him from some of her classes. Before she even knew it was him, she could feel his eyes in the paper of her sketchbook in her hands, the drawing of a young couple depicted in her drawing. “𝐒𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭?” She was quick to retort before leaning slightly to the side as if she was looking at someone behind him.

“𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦? 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐚? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤?”

‘Excellent, Lydia!’

‘It’s better then the last!’

There’s a slight twitch of a smile appearing at the corner of her lips before she brings back her attention to Xavier. “𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?”