#solo02

[phthalovoid-blog]

Delilah does not dream of the Void anymore.

She does not walk in the dreams of others, in that tenuous space where the Void as a place crosses into the unconscious mind. It is at once peaceful and troubling.

Despite the drag of endless seas and emptiness, despite the times she thought she would go mad, there was something in walking the Void that made her feel stronger than ever. That power dragged from the place of the Outsider’s birth had only fed that feeling. But now, here... she is all but mortal again.

She cannot reach out to touch the minds of others, now. She doesn’t need that to make contact anymore, not back in the physical plane. But she cannot touch those she would like to, here.

When she lays in bed, as she does now--the room dark and quiet, cool--she tries to reach out. To bridge an impossible gap, to brush her fingers against a dreaming mind. There is only one dreaming mind that she cares to see right now. No avail, no warm feeling of connection.

The Void was achingly lonely. But is it any different here?

She turns to her side, puts a hand on the bed next to her. Like laying her hand over the heart of a lover. She tries to paint a picture in her mind, how she would look in the dark of the room; peaceful, sleeping deeply, chest rising and falling. And her hair, spilling dark across the pillows and over her shoulders... tickling Delilah’s jaw when she wakes in the morning.

“...Goodnight, Breanna,” she murmurs into the dark.

[slykyungsoo]

*prelude

Waiting for something has never been his forte. Impatience runs deep in his blood, a heritage passed down upon him by his father’s side of the family. What Kyungsoo wants, Kyungsoo gets right away. Thus tardiness is not something that he can tolerate on daily basis, much like students babbling to themselves instead of paying attention in class.

Yet somehow, he finds himself making an exception for several people lately, and that includes that dumb oaf from Gryffindor that is Park Chanyeol.

The 7th year Gryffindor had requested for his help in a Potions essay earlier that day when he was tutoring Mingyu for OWLs in the Library, saying that he couldn’t move his arm well from the bruises in his ribs which were caused by none other than Kyungsoo himself when a bludger nearly flattened his face into a bloody pancake.  Still apologetic, the Slytherin relented, quick to ask the time and place of the rendezvous much to his cousin’s look of disapproval. Chanyeol gave him his usual irritative grin and said to wait in front of the Potions classroom at 5 pm later…

…which is located in the dungeons of the Left Viaduct Tower, the very place he always try to avoid if unnecessary.

Usually at that point Kyungsoo would decline out of the suspicion that the Gryffindor is trying to make him pay for his unintentional cruel words about his sister before, but like any other time the guilt managed to eat him up faster than he can say no. Eh, it’s nothing he can’t handle. And it would be illogical for the other to know his wariness of dungeons too as Mingyu nor Jongdae are not aware of such fact.

So there he is, leaning against the brick wall of the place he detest so much. Dark-colored hues travel to the wristwatch on his right wrist, its’ hour hand pointing towards the number five. It was a gift from his father for his 17th birthday, along with a card that only say ‘time waits for no one’. It’s all silver and clear-cut; simple, yet elegant. It’s small, not bulky, and it’s light. Kyungsoo entertained himself with the idea that his father might refer to his lack in height. Apparently he has a sense of humor too, as ridiculing as it is. The Slytherin thought. Most people would find the Head Department of Magical Law Enforcement to be intimidating, like Kyungsoo, but maybe his father isn’t as cold as he thought he is.

The sound of footsteps echoing from the corridors on his right startled Kyungsoo out of his thoughts. About damn time. The doe-eyed Slytherin pushed himself from the wall and waited for a mop of silver hair to appear. In perfect Korean, he raises his voice just loud enough for the other to hear. “Ah, did you get lost or the bludger damaged your head as well?”

And Chanyeol does appear, along with a flash of orange from the end of his wand that shoves him into unconsciousness, his last thought being ‘not again’. 

[artistroseism]

DAY BEFORE HIS ACCIDENT ; FUTURE BROKEN.

it was January in Seattle, Annette was having trouble passing her exams, she knew this stuff but the stress was getting to her. She wanted to make her parents proud and make herself proud. She had been listening to music and studying when she felt her headphones being pulled from her ears. She gazed up to see James, a smile forming on her lips.

He leaned down to place a kiss to her full lips ‘studying hard again, come on Annette, you are going to study yourself to death, get dressed, we are going out’ his voice always seemed to fill her heart with love, she had returned his kiss before biting down on her bottom lip “Alright but just for a few hours, I guess I could use a break” she admitted letting out a breath, she turned her music off and put her things away, she walked towards her closet and as she did so she felt a soft smack to her ass causing her to jump a little, her head turned a little to looked at James and he tried to look innocent, a shrug came from him ‘what? I’m just standing here’ she smiled walking over and wrapped her arms around his neck, her petite frame pressing up against his own, she captured his lips in a soft kiss “you are a terrible liar” she admitted against his lips. She smiled and pulled away to go and get dressed.

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She had slipped on a black skater skirt with a white lace crop top and her white cardigan, her hair was curled and flowing, one single small braid at the right side of her hair, they were outside now. Annette walked over and slipped onto the back of his motorcycle, arms wrapping around his waist, her lips pressed against the back of his shoulder as he drove off. Her hair was blowing in the wind, Annette wouldn’t ever get on a motorcycle without a helmet but James always made her feel a bit dangerous.

Most of the lights were green but they soon caught a red light and once they were stopped, Annette moved beneath his arm as she turned her body so now she was sitting on the motorcycle facing him, her hands rested at either side of his neck “where are we going?” she questioned and all James did was chuckle ‘it’s a surprise’. Annette playfully rolled her eyes before leaning her lips in to kiss him, her arms wrapped around his neck, her kiss was soft and slow at first before it became a bit heated, her chest pressed against his, her breathing became heavy, a soft smile formed on his lips when she felt his strong hand slip up the side of her thigh and beneath her skirt, she bit down on his bottom lip tugging back on it. Her lips dropped down to place kisses along his neck, she could feel his breath hitch ‘you keep doing that, we aren’t going to get far very quick Nettie’, her tongue traced slowly up along his neck and she placed a kiss on his cheek smiling before resting her head against his shoulder “alright, I’ll be good”

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The rest of the drive was quiet and went by quickly and when the were off his motorcycle, she felt his strong hands covering her eyes to lead her somewhere, she touched his hands with a soft laugh “If I trip and fall, I am totally going to kick your butt” she admitted and that got a chuckle from James. Soon they came to a stop and James uncovered her eyes, in front of her, was a broken down home. 

This was awhile away from the city, it was hidden from others and the home was near a lake a tire swing and all, she looked towards James confused, he only smiled ‘ok hear me out, it’s a load of crap now but I’m going to fix it up, I don’t know I thought it’d make a good home, close to home but out of the city, good place to raise a couple kids’ listening to him speak, caused her eyes to light up, she bit down on her bottom lip as she smiled and she threw her arms around James holding onto him as her eyes closed “I love it and I love you so much”, his arms wrapped around her and for once she felt like her life was falling into place.