#wwhpara

[colette-lore-blog]

Colette sits in the library, one of her favorite books open,  even though she wasn’t really reading it. She has read Rosie Dunne at least three times now, and was equally captivated by their love story each time.  It was frustrating to watch them get so close to love but have one small factor keep them apart. It was an endless cycle in the book, that went on for years. When Colette first read it, she thought it was going to end with the cycle restarting. But she was quite surprised. Unfortunately, even Rosie Dunne couldn’t distract Colette from what was really on her mind.

She felt like she was being rather foolish; first loves came and went and she shouldn’t even say she was in love with Ben. But maybe she was? She didn’t know, she was so, disgustingly, young. But just because she was young did not mean she was naive. Yes, she didn’t understand sex and what the point was, because it only brought pain from what Colette saw. It brought her pain at least. Sex was what she caught her mom doing with a stranger and now she hid that secret from her siblings, even though each day it felt like a weigh that was crushing her. And then Ben cheated on her, which she couldn’t even pretend didn’t hurt a lot. Overall, Colette should have just stuck with her books. At least she could figure out the outcome of their fate because the book had to end eventually.

So there she was, sitting in the library with a book open, even though she was looking forward, lost in thought until another person sat across from her. Startled she closes her book, clutching it to her chest. “I’m sorry! I can leave...”

[onhiswayk0da]

It was ridiculously early for the young boy to up and awake. He’d usually still be in bed right now, but an inability to sleep and a craving for life had pushed him to be sat in a Starbucks with three empty cups in front of him. Eyes wide and hands moving with a slight shake, he finished his forth cup and then pulled a book out of his bag.

A stranger sat opposite Koda and he looked up with a wired gaze. “How’s your day been?” He questioned, eyebrows raised. As someone left the store, he snapped up to look as the doorbell rang. “This book? It’s a book about travelling. It’s like a more fun self help book. I’m actually bunking a lot of my classes at the moment and working all the time. I mean yeah I might fail an exam or two but y’know, at least if I don’t get in I can just continue to travel and not come back, right/”

[brightsidebelle]

Belle had really needed to get her classwork done so naturally her only incentive that would make her want to do it was motivational music. Luckily, she’d managed to bag a computer in the library on a row all on her own. With music playing loudly, Belle quietly sang along and sure enough she really was getting shit done. After about 30 minutes, someone sat on her row.

She didn’t notice the strager straight away her singing not stopping. When she finally did notice them however she slowly turned down the music and turned to them. “Im so sorry,” Belle erupted with a short burst of laughter. “Was I being really loud. I’m so sorry. I can turn down the music and stop if you want me too-- Belle, by the way.” The brunette held out a hand to the stranger.

[brightsidebelle]

Belle darted around her bedroom looking for her favourite hoodie. There was no way she could have a Stay-In day without wearing it. With '#FLAWLESS' emblazoned across the front, it was potentially her favourite piece of clothing ever. When the girls eyes eventually found it, she tugged it on and darted back out to the TV area. "Sorry I took forever, I couldn't find my hoodie. Got it now though," She flashed a smile in their direction then headed to the kitchen, grabbed the bowl of candy then headed straight for the couch. "Did you decide what you want your movie choice to be? My TV choice is an episode of New Girl because Zoey is hot, movie choice is Disney Classic Treasure Planet because I'm obsessed with the music and Jim Hawkins is hot." After making her way through a mouth full of Milk Duds, Belle grabbed the blanket and cuddled up with her movie partner. With her hand rested under their chin, she smiled up. "Thank you again for doing this. I just couldn't do society today. And also, some buildings have electricity out-- And... I don't do the dark well either. Like, at all."

After a short burst of nervous laughter, she turned to the screen. "Right, let's do this. Many hours of fun and entertainment and chocolate and potentially pizza at some point, here we come."

[pegasxs-blog]

Pegasus grabbed the hot chocolates and walked back over to the table. He gently slid one across to his friend and then smiled up at them. "It's on me, honestly." First things first, he used his thumb to scoop up some of the whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles on top. "Aren't they just wonderful?" The guy beamed. The weather had been way too cold as of late so this was just about the best thing for it honestly. Coffee shop heating on full blast, Peg's leather jacket draped over the back of his chair. It seemed almost double the size. At a tall 75 inches, Pegasus was used to towering over most people he met. It certainly came into handy with girls too. Personally, he absolutely adored giving them piggy back rides and being able to scoop them up in his arms at ease.

Now that the warmth of the place was settling in, the pair had stopped shivering so much as they had been in the first place. "So, how do you feel about this whole cold weather thing then? I'm from Greece so my body's used to constant heat, but I could grow to love the whole playing in the snow thing."

[frozenheartelsa]

A Monster | Self-Para

'You know what else is? Putting those powers to good use on people who you think care about you, when really they’ve only continued to blame you for all the misery in their lives'.

The words swirled around Elsa's head, clouding out any other thought. All that mattered in the moment was the truth of the other girl's words. And it was all so /clear/ now. She'd spent so many years blaming herself that she'd been blind to the fact that everyone else blamed her, too. With every passing second she felt her control slipping. The wall she'd spent years constructing around herself was crumbling, and she didn't care. Her emotions swirled, and inside her room a layer of snow and ice had formed over everything. Every person who had ever claimed to care about her had always treated her as if she were fragile. Papa, with his insisting that she learn to control herself. Why? So she could always be afraid? Afraid of being afraid? That was no way to live. So she would never realize that all he was doing was hiding her. Out of shame, or perhaps the fact that they'd always liked Anna better. And Elsa had hurt Anna. Both of her parents had been so disappointed that day, so afraid. Afraid of their own daughter, knowing deep down that there was something wrong with her. She was a monster, truly. They all denied it, but it's what they thought. It's what they knew. If she wasn't a monster, this curse wouldn't exist in the first place. She'd be normal. So, of course they'd blamed her - for the rest of their lives that's what they'd done. It's what everyone did. Elsa had always seen herself as the villain, she'd spent enough time in her solitude reading, studying, learning, that she'd realized there was always a villain. Always someone at fault. It was only now that she realized that everyone else saw her that way, too. There was no unhappiness that anybody in her life didn't pin directly on her. She'd been too blinded by the mask of fear to see it until now, but everything was so clear. For the first time it was like she could see things they way they really were - and it was all worse than she'd ever imagined. The reality of it was, no one had ever been trying to help her - they'd only been trying to protect themselves. She always been so sure that everybody was trying to be helpful, even though they didn't understand. But it wasn't true. And the pain of that hurt more deeply than anything she'd felt in a long time.

So why try to protect them? The people she knew now only saw her as some mysterious danger, like an animal in the wild that they were afraid to get too close to in fear of being attacked. Why had she tried so hard for so many years to hide when she knew deep down it would never change.  No one would ever see her as just a girl. No, everyone saw her as a monster.

[fidget--pipistrello-blog]

Fidget walked along, bored out of his mind-- he smoked his cigarette and looked around. He needed to do something, anything. He walked aimlessly, his fingers drumming a pattern on his thigh, his whole mind running with different ideas of what havoc he could create in these streets-- the robberies, the mess he could make with his own two hands-- he really wanted a friend though, someone he could do it all with that wasn't controlling or demanding like Roman. Soon enough, Fidget found himself in the deserted lot he first visited when he arrived here-- a smile on his face as he stamped out his cigarette and started belting the lyrics to one of the songs he'd written, the sound echoing off the walls of the sheds around him-- "She had a face straight out a magazine...God only knows, but you'd never leave her! Her balaclava is starting to chafe-- and when she gets his gun, he's begging babe stay, stay, stay--- I'll give him one moooooore niiiiiight! I'll give him one mooooore fiiiight! I said a one more tiiiiime-- will I knoooow you?"

[pascal-vncent]

Pascal exhaled, relaxing his head back against the car seat when he saw a body in the corner of his eye. It was early on a Tuesday and Pas was ahead on all the classes he had all day so in a true un-Pascal like fashion, he was taking the day out for a nice leisurely drive.. He raised an eyebrow, winding down his window. "I'm driving out of the city as much as I can-- Just until I can see the stars. Then I'm gonna sit out on the back and look." Maybe it was stereotypically man-like of him, but Pascal proudly owned a pick-up truck. It was a recent investment, and he loved it. "I've got blankets and some hot chocolate. You can join if you want, hop in." The boy nodded his head towards his passenger seat.