#thread: alaska

[lcganxwilde]

☔️- our muses get caught in some spring showers

“Here.” Logan commented jogging up to the other and raising his coat so it was over both of their heads. “Where are you heading? I know this isn’t the best solution but at least it’s keeping us a little drier than before.”

@alaskahale​

[aubrcyxhale]

🤕 on of our muses get’s injured/sick // @alaskahale​

“Do I even want to ask how this happened?” Aubrey asked, tweezers in he hand as she continued to pull out thorns from the others skin. “Did you piss off some woodland creature? Fall in a push? Find someone with the abilities that are liken to sonic the hedgehog?” She couldn’t help but smirk, teasing the other.

[dannydelanus]

"Are those scales? Are those actual scales?"

Adore faltered, self-consciousness taking over her as her hands went straight to the exposed scales to attempt to cover them up.

The Merpeople Immersion Programs that had recently started up in South Californian schools were a big leap towards a future where merpeople and landpeople could live together symbiotically and Adore had been excited to enroll right away despite her mother’s hesitancy to let her merchild stray too far from the beach for extended periods of time. It was now common knowledge that merpeople could survive on land given that they still had access to saltwater in case they dried out too much, and the schools that initiated the program were required to have a pool of saltwater in case of an emergency, but even so, Adore felt okay being on land. Her tail morphed and adapted to land with more ease now and she could actually walk okay on her legs without tripping over her own feet, so she was excited to finally go to school together with landpeople. She thought it would be fun and maybe people wouldn’t notice.

Except apparently her body wasn’t morphing correctly, or maybe she was just too jumpy and excited, and the scales on her body became visible. She stared at the other student with wide eyes, much like a deer caught in headlights, not sure what to say. Sure, merpeople were accepted but there was still the underlying fear of discrimination and bullying from landpeople. “Umm.. yeaaah?” Adore replied nervously, mentally berating herself for losing her cool and stuttering. Fuck it, she was supposed to be proud of her origins as she’d always told herself she would be, so why was she feeling self-conscious about it now? “I grew up by the beach,” she said, as though that explained everything. Well, to her it did, because that was a normal thing for her people to say in reference to their ocean dwellings and to imply being a merperson. “My name’s Adore.”

[dannydelanus]

laskathunderfun:

Alaska laughed to herself, turning back to the mirror. The indirect confession being mildly funny as she had never picked Adore to be the type for sex in drag. Then again, she was always full of surprises so this shouldn’t have been as much of a surprise as it was.

Looking at her through the mirror she saw the big pout, which oddly made her feel somewhat sorry for the younger queen. “I bet you could, you already are a trendsetteeer,” she comforted, dragging out the words in her usual fashion.

Alaska grumpily picked at her 301′s with her fake nails in an attempt to pick them up from the make-up counter. “Fuuuck,” she cursed under her breath, “you aren’t the only one who’s not having her night tonight, remind me to do my lashes before my nails next timeee”

Adore wasn’t actually going to attempt starting a trend of ratted wigs, but Alaska’s reassurance still made her crack a smile and a chuckle even as she started feeling out a black wig in its stead. “Together we could, as team Adore Delaska,” she said as she ran her fingers through the long strands of the wig.

She turned towards the alien at the sound of the swearing and burst out laughing at the sight of her trying to pick up lashes with her nails. “You can go without,” she suggested, still combing through her wig before deciding to extend another offer, “or I can do it for you if you trust me not to get glue in your eyes.”

@laskathunderfun

[bristo-l]

promise that you'll always keep me in mind.

It must be nearing five am now, he doesn't really know -- checking the clock hasn't been his top priority. It's just, he can't sleep, he can't think, and Alaska has stopped responding. It means something to him, that. It means something to him because if she isn't responding, then she could be...

A shiver runs over his skin that has nothing to do with the fact that he's just slipped out into the night air, and he's convinced himself that this is somehow all Brett's fault. On the outside, anyway. Skinny dipping with his fucking sister when she's clearly all screwed up, and then taunting him with it -- throwing it in his face like she's a game to be played? What an asshole. Of course, beneath all of that outward nonsense, beneath his hatred towards the curly-haired boy that's so obviously just a shield to anyone but him, the blame runs a little deeper than just that. He should have known. He should have been paying attention. They're a part of each other in every sense of the word, so how the fuck could he not of realised that there was something wrong long before tonight?

Bristol tries not to let that get to him right now, because he has more important things to worry about than how guilty he's going to feel over this later. For now, he's stepping onto the beach, already having checked pool side for her. The sun is just barely beginning to rise, bathing the scene in the sort of pale, predawn half-light that's just enough to make it look dreary; just enough for him to be able to spot a lithe form, motionless, curled up a touch past where the waves are lapping up the shoreline. He thinks his heart stops completely.

It doesn't take him long to close the distance between them, and then he's sinking down, lifting her up in his arms, and making sure that she's okay -- that she's still breathing. Right now, it seems so insignificant that they might of caught this on camera, that she's going to be in front of millions of people, naked with Brett, or passed out in the sand. Nothing really matters except for the way he picks her up, seeing her eyelids flutter open for a second or two, and begins to carry her back in towards the house.

"I've got you." He says, though he isn't at all sure she hears it. Maybe she's not the one who needs to hear it.