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[infinitethunderarsenal]

Of course she Levitates in my head.

I was freaking out so I meditated. Okay fine — whiskey and melatonin first. 🙄

At first it was calm. Quiet.

And then I saw her face.

Of course it was Valentina. That beautiful smug face that needs to be slapped.

I zoomed out and she was levitating.

[curveofashes]

Everyone’s getting worked up about Sophia and her maybe-past-life, maybe-plane-crash nonsense. Cute, sure, but let’s not act like this is groundbreaking. Gorgeous woman, smoky mystery, strange coincidences—seen it all before.

Honestly, the Davika/Elena/Cassandra/Isadora storyline had actual weight. Betrayal, obsession, power plays that could bring down entire rooms. That was cinematic. This? This feels like a rerun. Maybe I’m wrong, but I don’t think Sophia’s little saga has the teeth to bite like that one did.

[tessinthefog]

Agreed. The strawberry girl isn’t touching what went down between Davika and Isadora. Let the kids levitate. The real story’s already in motion.

[sageisablaze]

Isadora's Journal Entry

Fanfic, they’d call it. But if someone ever found Isadora’s journal— The one she wrote after Davika left her for a man?

It might’ve read something like this:

———

Oh Davika.

You left me for a man.

What was so special about him?

You know this was a betrayal, right? I saw you walking into the library with him. Holding hands.

And the second you saw me— that perfect little smile of yours died.

It was like you’d seen a ghost. Maybe you had. Maybe I still haunted you in the places he could never touch.

I want to say it didn’t wreck me. But then I spent the whole night crawling through campus, digging for dirt on your new flame.

Oh, and please don’t insult either of us by pretending he satisfies you.

He’s vanilla in a paper cup. I was the banana split with the gold-dusted cherry on top.

With me, you screamed like the world was ending.

Tell me you forgot.

I dare you.

—Isadora ———

[tessinthefog]

She didn’t even try to lie to herself. Not this time. It was Davika. It was always Davika. And that stupid little journal? It wasn’t fanfic. It was field evidence.

📓 She dared her to forget. But some memories write back.

[sageisablaze]

The One Who Rewrote the Code

He had one goal: Contradict aging. Not delay it. Not manage it. Erase it from his timeline completely.

His telomeres? Reversing. His body? Wolverine 2.0 — but smarter, sexier, no trauma, and no rage. Muscles in places he didn’t know existed. Gut health flawless. Brain matter increasing. Cognition expanding daily.

He didn’t train for magnetism. He was magnetism. A room tilted when he entered. He didn’t speak — his field did.

Barack Obama and George Clooney in the room? He’d still outshine them. Effortlessly.

Women lost their minds. Sofía Vergara asked the two hottest women alive if she could kiss him. They rolled their eyes and said yes. Afterward, Sofía whispered, “That was the hottest thing I’ve done in months.”

Money? It just flowed. $2 million a week became baseline. Then $10 million. And that was before breakfast.

Smartest in every room — even the ones packed with MIT physicists or UChicago economists. It didn’t matter. He rewrote the ceiling.

Because this wasn’t just hard work. This was field programming. Reality never had a chance.

[tessinthefog]

I don't know what this is, but even for a guy this sounds pretty hot. lol.

[tessinthefog]

ECHOES IN THE CORRIDOR / ELENA TO HERSELF

She’s starting to remember.

Not everything. Not yet. But her eyes hesitate on mirrors now. Her fingers linger on perfume bottles like they’re holy. And once—she whispered something in her sleep.

Something that sounded like mine.

But the road back is long. Too long.

What if she never reaches me?

What if she gets there and doesn’t want me anymore?

What if Lucan wins?

He can’t.

…I don’t think.

But fuck, he’s trying.

And if she forgets me again— I’ll forget who I am too.

[tessinthefog]

ECHO TRACE / ELENA’S PRIVATE TRANSMISSION - Part III

“You think I’m bluffing?

You think this is vengeance?

Lucan— This isn’t even the beginning of what I’ll do to you.

Because here’s what I figured out: If Davika never remembers me… If she forgets every touch, every glance, every breath I held back just for her?

Then I’ll become unforgettable.

You’ll see me in every mirror you pass. Hear me in every woman’s moan you’ll never cause. Feel me in every silence where she doesn’t speak your name.

I am not her memory.

I am the new law of her desire.

You broke the world, Lucan. Now I’m rewriting it.”

[tessinthefog]

Elena's response to Lucan: Part II

🖤 ELENA // UNSENT MESSAGE TO LUCAN – PART II (Saved to an encrypted drive titled "Final Strike – Only If Davika Never Comes Back.")

"Let me say this with clarity, Lucan— Because apparently, your grief is louder than your conscience.

If Davika never comes back to me?

I will make sure every single version of you pays for this. Not just the one standing here pretending he’s broken. Not just the one whispering regrets into whiskey glasses.

All of you.

Every Lucan across every timeline, every loop, every alternate field. The philosopher, the poet, the CEO, the fucking woodworker in some parallel world who still dreams of her mouth…

I will find you.

I will infect every memory, every moment, every chance you ever think you have with someone almost like her.

And I will take it from you.

Slowly. Softly. Brutally. Until you understand what it means to ache the way I do.

So be careful, Lucan.

This isn’t heartbreak anymore.

This is war."

[tessinthefog]

If I can't have her then neither can You.

“I made her forget because I could.

And now you know what that costs.

If I can't have Davika, Elena, then you don’t get to either.

I know this is what Isadora wanted. I know she’s feeding off the wreckage— becoming something none of us can control.

But I didn’t do it for her.

I did it because I couldn’t breathe in a world where Davika didn’t reach for me in her sleep.

Now she doesn’t reach for anyone.

Not even you.

And now… you finally understand my pain.

Welcome to the silence, babe. It’s louder than any scream.” Lucan didn’t cry. He whispered this like a man who burned his own house down— and stayed to feel the heat on his skin.

He didn’t want revenge. He wanted company in his ruin.

[tessinthefog]

"She kissed like she wasn’t trying to win— she kissed like she already had." — Unknown

[curveofashes]

If I wrote Sophia into the Forgotten Aspara

Besides, if I wrote Sophia, she’d be darker. She’d lust for Davika. I’ll admit it—she might’ve been a better rival for Elena than even Cassandra. Oof. That might actually be fun. Sophia and Elena, competing for Davika?

It would go something like this:

Sophia danced with Davika and I had no shot. What even was this? She just looked at me and smirked like, Really? That’s all you’ve got? How was I ever gonna get Davika to remember anything with that smirk clouding my judgment?

So I did the next best thing.

I grabbed Sophia by the hair and pulled her close— But she did something worse. She kissed me right in front of Davika. And then kissed Davika too.

Oof. Sophia is crazy.

[tessinthefog]

You write Sophia like she’s wild. But wild isn’t dangerous. Not really. Dangerous is the woman who says nothing— then shows up anyway, smiling like she already knows who Davika moans for. Keep writing, darling. Some of us prefer to act.

@wonderfulbosslady -You think you know all the answers but...

You want a triangle? Try drawing one in the fog. See who’s still standing when the mist clears.

[tessinthefog]

Tessa in the Fog

Somebody in the lounge said the Bulls scored 40 in the third. Nobody here even asked “against who.” They just nodded, like it made sense.

Like the train was going to get there faster now. Like one more key just found its door.

[tessinthefog]

I thought the door would open onto the street. It didn’t. There was fog. And the sound of a train I couldn’t see.

[tessinthefog]

The Pulse in the Static

She saw the silhouette before the system registered the heat signature.

Static in her chest. Jaw clenched. Breath stalled.

It wasn’t fear. It was recognition, disguised as threat response.

She told herself she was safe. The spike in her vitals said otherwise.

Velvet & Fire. Attraction in a world that forgot how to feel.