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[smfhadam-blog]

the stars have crossed | adam & casey

“For never was a story of more woe [t]han this of Juliet and her Romeo.” Adam read aloud the introduction of Shakespeare’s famous play, Romeo And Juliet. As he walked down the stairs to sit at the dinner table, his eyes were trained onto the words rather than the space before him. 

[tori-chamberlain]

What are you doing here?

[dante-aryes-blog]

Hold up.

I’m just a man minding his own business. 

[matilda-avery]

Matilda & Evan

evanrosier-s

Years of torment had turned Matilda Jayne Avery in on herself; she locked out the rest of the world, and cautiously gave the key to a select few. Being constantly told that you are not worthy of the family name, but being allowed to keep it to be reminded of her family's 'generosity' that they didn't throw her out onto the street was enough to grind anyone down into dust that scattered in the wind. Matilda had grown herself a thick skin as a means to survive the terror wreaked upon her life by her older brother Gideon and their terrifying parents. This 'thick skin' had manifested itself in a bitchy attitude and arrogance that had come to define her.

Ironically, the front that she put on matched the family characteristics to a T - it was as though she had finally fit in with the Avery family, but they would never truly accept her no matter how hard she tried. It had taken seventeen years, but finally things were starting to change - Matilda could take no more. She had started her rebellion slowly and quietly, in the safety of the castle walls where her parents couldn't reach her. Gideon was her aim, and it was proving rather easy to get the best of him already. She had faced up to him in the corridor at least three times now, with no repercussions, yet, anyway.

The brunette Ravenclaw wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to live her life without checking around every corner for her brother or her parents, if she'd ever be able to fully relax and feel as though she were completely out of their clutches, but recently she had felt more at ease than she had ever felt in her life - and it was bliss. As it turns out, Gideon Avery wasn't too fond of the idea of showing his true colours to the rest of the castle just yet, despite the fact that everyone had been hearing the rumours for years already - Matilda had stopped hiding her bruises in her third year, slowly learning to embrace the fact that she shouldn't be ashamed of them; the inflictor of those bruises was the only one who should feel shame.

Standing up to her brother had given her a new lease of confidence, but it didn't feel as though it was entirely a front these days. Sat in one of the armchairs of the Library with her legs dangling lazily over one arm and her nose in a book about dragons Matilda Avery was able muse over ways to get the better of her brother and hopefully do one better - she wanted to humiliate him the way he had been humiliating her for all these years.

[mavisyaxley]

I wasn't--It's not--Oh, it's you...

[whaddup-carolina-blog]

Well.. I'm finally done cleaning.

[eve--grey]

Secrets | Eve and Tristan

The past week had been arduous, to say the least – starting with a resolving a fight between Eve and her best friend, and ending with one of the closest people to her being put into hospital. Needless to say, the days in between these events had been filled with skipping school and an impromptu beach party that she had managed to organize and somehow convince most of the school to attend. The fact that she had only attended school two out of five days that week amused the girl slightly, although this really wasn’t a shock to anyone, more of a bad habit that Eve had fallen into, routinely and regularly missing days of school just because she had no motivation to attend. However, Friday wasn’t one of these days, mainly because Eve was looking for any way possible to make the day pass by faster, simply so that she could get around to going out that night, like she had planned, and the fact that she barely knew the boy she had planned on taking out barely fazed her, as she was just anxious for a night out with nothing to worry or care about.

Eve spent a good amount of time getting ready, paying careful attention to the numbers on her alarm clock as they steadily climbed, and as she did so, she sent Tristan a text, confirming with him the address of the street that he was to meet her on. Admittedly, Eve was curious about the boy that she had so willingly invited to come out that night, bribing him with the promise of introducing him to a side of partying that he was unlikely to have ever experienced before – but she wasn’t one to make assumptions, instead just deciding to go with the flow of the evening, and if he wasn’t comfortable with her chosen destination then they would go somewhere else. Once she had decided on an outfit that consisted of one of her trademark short  yet tight-fitting dresses accompanied with her favorite heels, Eve grabbed her purse and jacket, sending Tristan a text to tell him that she was leaving, as she said her goodbyes to her younger brother with the hopeful promise that she would be back later, before slipping out of the front door to her apartment and into the cool October air.

The walk into town was a short one, considering the close proximity of her apartment and one of Asheville’s busiest streets, which on a Friday night was usually buzzing with the noises of drunken crowds of people that were eager to wash away their woes of the week with whatever liquor they could lay their hands on. Eve let a slight smile take control of her features as she weaved her way between each of the crowds effortlessly, her height and slender figure making it easy to do so, as she headed towards the corner that she had planned to meet Tristan at. Once she arrived, she glanced around, her eyes searching for him in the crowds to no avail, so she quickly figured that she had gotten there first. Taking the incentive to lean herself against a nearby wall, she distracted herself from the glances that were being thrown her way by playing absentmindedly with her phone, whilst she waited for Tristan.

[caydenmurphy]

Memories and Marshmallows // Katerina

Cayden had trouble finding somewhere that would actually allow a bonfire legally. The only place he could think of was this smaller public beach he'd found that didn't look like it was used much. The ground was rocky, but he wasn't exactly planning on getting a tan. His mother's Native American heritage saw to that anyway. Besides, this place already had a crudely made fire pit that suit his purposes just fine. He set down the box in his arms and knuckled the small of his back which was violently protesting after hauling all his possessions into his apartment and moving stuff around. At least he had most everything put away now, though. Everything but what was in this box which was just a reminder of his traumatic past. 

The box contained all the journals he'd kept over the years. Pages upon pages and it wasn't the normal teenage angst. He thought it would do him some good to burn it all. Next to the box at his feet was a bag containing marshmallows, graham crackers, chocolate bars, and a couple metal coat hangers. There was also a bottle of rum and a few plastic cups. He didn't know if Kat even drank, but he planned to. It was an occasion for it. 

Cayden stood looking at the fire pit for a long moment with the setting sun at his back before he sighed and looked away. The drive back to his apartment wasn't a long one, and he sincerely hoped the beach was unused enough that his stuff would't get taken while he was gone, because it was time to pick up his partner and crime and all the stuff she wanted to burn. 

Five short minutes later, he pulled his full-sized  Chevy truck into the apartment complex and went to go find Katerina. He knocked on her door, then stepped back to wait, not even knowing if she had other plans for the evening. He probably should have checked in sooner, but he'd been busy trying to make his apartment livable  "I have marshmallows that are desperately crying out to be roasted!" He didn't know if she'd hear him or not, but he felt the need to tease her anyway.