𝕊 𝕌 𝕄 𝕄 𝔼 ℝ ╱ 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 ♡

[viaphan]

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ᴍ ᴇ ᴍ ᴇ   ᴍ ᴏ ᴍ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ⇨  𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨...

🐑 for a nickname my muse calls yours

“ sure thing, fbi guy. ” you register his order in the cashier, and raises eyebrows at him. when did that become an inside joke between the two of you? unsure to the answer to that question, you squint your eyes, and direct him a curious stare. “ are you going to say we are watching you through your webcam or something, now? ” a move of your head, a click of a tongue -- you enjoy that banter way too much once you’re talking to someone who doubts deeply in his core everything you grow up to be. “ i’m sure there are too many things you’d pay for us to be quiet about, right? ”

[viaphan]

ʏ ᴏ ʀ ᴇ  ↻  ft. ╱ wrathbane‌  

     IT HAD BECOME DEVASTATINGLY clear, in recent months, that a singular, debilitating motif was propelling her life in st. clementine; the friends she made, she either lost, or failed to keep at an appropriate distance. it hadn’t been an intention of hers, not nearly, but it wouldn’t be fair of her to chalk it up as an externality. she was aware that, for the most part, she could hold herself accountable for what had transpired. that was the case, at least, with violet.

     with the benefit of hindsight, catherine could understand  (  albeit in restrained capacity  )   why they’d fallen apart. she’d pushed too far, taken too much, and violet had recoiled. her hubris, built up from years of self-subsistence, wasn’t so easily remediable  —  and she was almost sure the other girl had known this long before they even sought each other out.

     catherine looked to violet, now, and toyed briefly with the idea of striking up conversation. she’d danced around the notion countless times before, on the streets, in passing, never knowing if there was anything left to salvage between them. she didn’t stop in her climb, but made clear indication by slowing her gait.   ❝  didn’t think you’d show up today. you finally got enough time off the jobs to breathe a little ?  ❞

                                                                                                                          ╰   ℹ .  @viaphan

☾      ╱       it was a feeling she was long acquainted to -- so strangeness didn’t follow when catherine left, but the usual bitterness that tinged every aspect of her life and merged with the unexceptionality of living in st. clementine. violet had often been target of those with second or no intentions at all -- a simple pit-stop to passersby or a simple wallflower to those of bigger sights. 

the friend she had though it was hers was a unfair mixture of both elements; and via still not sure, to this day, why it all ended without further notice. maybe it was that -- the thing her mother refused to tell her, the thing that turned the corners of her mouth down every time violet discoursed about her dreams -- of writing, of creating world while seeing this world. 

maybe she was just a pit-stop. destined to stay and watch people leave, as they never plan to come back. 

even though she sees her old friend around, she still, makes sure to unsee her every single time -- or rather, via had taken the time to adjust her paths and time to not cross paths with the one that had deceived her trust and hurt her heart deeper than those who insisted in collecting shards of her bones around that small town. but there was no scapatory there -- and even being a fan of the dramatics, the only way out would be fling herself down the shore below and meet the rocks at the bottom, instead of responding to cat. 

“ bold of you to assume things you don’t know. ” via laughed softly, maybe death would be better than that, after all. “ oh sorry, i forgot that you do this like a pro. ”

[viaphan]

ʏ ᴏ ʀ ᴇ  ↻  ft. ╱ adixnzhang‌  

——     his thoughts collapse as her voice enters. and in seconds, again as before, adian finds himself straying off his path. a knack of hers; a talent he loathes. he glances over his shoulders, meeting a beautiful stare but it’s not long enough —not even close —when his eyelids fall as fingers linger close. the male notices the hesitant, catches onto the softness but keeps himself mute. her slender tips against him was a subtle communication that adian knows he doesn’t deserve. an asshole, cold and still she radiates warmth. “thanks,” he manages to say in the midst of the undefined. but it’s genuine, mirroring softness that would not be presented if his group was around. adian tilts his head, hoping to give her better access to the twig.  

☾      ╱       it was unfair. how he manages, with simple words, to erase everything he had done -- to erase the erasure; the moments he had made her feel forgotten, made her feel like she was nothing to him. ( she was a fool to believe she was something, to begin with. ) with a simple tilt of his head, she takes the invitation to step closer, holding her breath as she touches the softness of his hair with even lighter fingers. “ i guess the nature loves you. ” she can’t come up with something smart to say -- or something to hurt him, even slightly. her heart beats in her chest like a caged animal, an she doesn’t have enough time to think in any other thing that isn’t dumb puns that she doesn’t even know being capable of coming up with. “ wanting to be all tangled with you, and all. ”

[viaphan]

ʏ ᴏ ʀ ᴇ  ↻  ft. ╱ qrffin‌                                                                                         

          HE  HAD  NEVER  BELIEVED  ANY  OF  IT,  but that didn’t mean he couldn’t find the fun in it regardless. for griffin it mattered very little whether there had or had not been a witch at some point — the stories behind st. clementine didn’t change his perspective on the little town. for some, like violet, they meant much more: to her, they were chains, and to him they were freedom. they belonged to two different worlds entirely and maybe that was why they clashed whenever they found themselves together. «stupid things,» he echoed with a smile as he turned back to look at her, eyeing the amount she was carrying. he would’ve made fun of her, would’ve sped up even, but something about her: that mildly irritated look, that shine in her eyes, even the way she spoke to him .. he didn’t choose to soften, but it happened nonetheless. «let me carry some of that for you, yeah ? i know you’re gonna say no, but please ?»

☾      ╱       she wasn’t used to that -- from anyone. softness, of any kind, was something strange and something she crave, all the same. she had plenty of that from her mother and her aunts, but still, it wasn’t enough. there was a bigger part of her, a hidden one -- that took up a big space inside of her tiny body; the one that still resented her father abandoning her, still felt deep in her bones all of her school “friends” not being friendly at all. when you spend a lifetime starving, even the crumbles from your worst enemy would be enough to satiate the hunger that consumed you whole. not that griffin was her enemy -- or that he was offering to be something that would cover her wounds; he had made himself clear several time, and her heart had felt every single one of them. “ truly, the sun must be affecting your brain. ” she looked at him, frowning and sweating, not understanding why he was being nice -- but at the same time ready to let him be, for once. she was more stubborn, though. “ griffin moon, helping me? no, wait. it’s not the sun. you’ve been poisoned, definitely. ” 

[viaphan]

ʏ ᴏ ʀ ᴇ  ↻  ft. ╱ leemniscatus‌ 

        aaron should have seen it coming, the moment he spotted via at the camping site. her mother’s revelations (and the incredulity that followed on his side) were but their way of greeting each other by now. his refusal to believe any of the local psychic’s words only made their encounters comical, and today was not the exception. he looked down to scrutinize his outfit. certainly, finding his way here had represented an effort, still he found no spot worthy of buying a new shirt. dirt and any other debris could be removed once he went back.

“ why ? is selling clothes her new business venture ? “ aaron questioned. her prediction was weak compared to other times. you did not need to be a clairvoyant to come up with a forecast like that.

☾      ╱       it was fun, to say the least. not new -- but fun. via was used to skepticism anywhere she went to, wronged stares and scorned scoff were the things that used followed her and her family throughout the streets -- and they where loyal to those who didn’t believe them, to keep the secrets they knew, for not telling that they were the ones they run to in their moment of need. aaron was just another person that had came to them ( or they came to him, it didn’t really matter to via ) and making fun of his lack of belief  was something she would never get tired of. 

“ we wouldn’t be half as successful. ” she spoke, after a minute of considering what her reply would be. “ or maybe it would, i’ll ask my mom to know. ” 

[viaphan]

☾      ╱       she staggered back -- amazed at her lack of endurance, at how hard she was breathing and how much she was sweating already. it was common knowledge that via hated exercises, but she was pretty much out of shape for someone who constantly rides her bike around town -- since its the only things she owns that can take her to places faster than her own two legs. still, her mouth was dry as she, reluctantly, leaned against the nearest rock. “ give me some water or shoot me. ” either would be good, even though the latter was going to take her home faster and she was slightly leaning  towards that. “ but yeah... don’t leave me here alone. ”

                                                                                                    ☇ @foolsreids

[viaphan]

☾      ╱       she had the tendency to gravitate towards him -- bouncing back, returning to her starter point. it was a vicious cycle, at the end of the day -- still, the soft part of her heart craved the hidden boy in the folds of the millionaire man, the undeniable eagerness to be close to him, to have him listen to her even though she would never be sure if he truly believed her words or if she was a mere source of entertainment to him -- if her heart was a dented, faulty thing, we could say he was responsible for some of the marks on it. “ adian. ” her words were soft, peace quickening so she would fall beside him on their way up. “ there’s a twig on your hair... ” she didn’t know why she cared, or why she reached, with hesitant fingers, to remove it from there. “ let me just... ”

                                                                                           ☇ @adixnzhang​

[viaphan]

☾      ╱       he was one of the many that served their cold disbelief at her -- and, ut of politeness of unknown source, she would pick at it; even though her mother taught her not to play with what was served. aaron was a cold and hard reality, one that became comic after a long time of frustrations -- something that she had learned would never, ever change. “ my mom asked me to tell you she knew you’d need another shirt. ” she didn’t, really, but via had a feeling -- and she was advised not to ignore those feelings, even if she insisted in rolling her eyes at all of those wise words of her mother and aunts. “ maybe because you’re too sweaty, we all can feel it from miles away. ”

                                                                                 ☇ @leemniscatus  

[viaphan]

☾      ╱       orange tinged the sky, merging with the soft blue that summer in st. clementine always brought to its residents sight; the golden hour was always treasured, and the magic in that place enhanced that moment to celebrate along all of those who climbed up the hill to see that happen. she was sat on the grass, the picnic towel long forget alongside with what was left of the little she managed to pack -- via made sure to find herself a nice spot, the perks of being there every year for the past twenty of her twenties. a long shadow was cast over her, and she knew the own of it without even looking up “ they say if you hear the sun sizzling as it touches the sea, ” she spoke with caution and softness, a story that her mother whispered in her hear as she grew up, one that she believed -- like everything else. something that, deep down, she expected him not to laugh about it -- like everyone else. “ it will grant you any wish you make it to it. ”

                                                                                                 ☇ @jcewons

[viaphan]

☾      ╱       she wasn’t completely angry as much as she was unfazed by the annual celebrations of the town’s discovery. for the visitors, it was a blast -- even for those who have been among the bucolic sights for a little bit longer,t he thrill of the hike still lingers in them; but for residents, it was just another day;a profitable one. her mother wanted her to be a guide -- tell those climbing up the hill he stories that have been passed in the phan house over decades, but in reality, via was only enjoying the impromptu day off that she has decided to give herself. “ can you low down ? ” amazing how she always ended up by his side -- when she was looking a mess, when her mood was at the worst. “ not all of us were blessed with long legs and endless energy to spend on stupid things like yourself. ”

                                                                                                                 ☇ @qrffin

[viaphan]

ʏ ᴏ ʀ ᴇ  ↻  ft. ╱ qrffin

           WITH  HER  HE  KNEW  HE  NEEDED  TO  keep a certain distance. he was transparent to those who thought they could read him, and whilst it didn’t take a genius to see that something about him was off, it took a psychic to read just what that energy meant. he didn’t believe in it, no — but that didn’t mean there wasn’t the slightest chance of it being real. griffin could not afford to take chances.

the last few years before st. clementine had been a blur of new identities and fast cars and uncomfortable park benches and clouded mornings. most of it he did not remember, or maybe he had buried it somewhere he knew no one would ever even think about digging. he was here to change, here to get a new chance, and he couldn’t if he was reminded of who kieran had been and who griffin actually was — he prayed that whatever violet saw, it was just a clouded truth. 

he thought: if you learn my truth, you’ll turn away. he thought: if you learn my truth, you’ll resent me. he thought: i can’t lose you. you are the only thing that feels real. and yet, he said nothing.

«they’re fourteen, violet. they’d snog your grandmother,» he pointed, as if he had the slightest inkling what it was like to be a normal teenage boy. with her, at least, acting like any other boy in town seemed like a simple task. something about the girl had him thinking maybe he stood a chance in this world, as if his fate wasn’t already written. whatever gods there were, they were waiting for the sand in his hourglass to run out.

«that’s how you repay your knight in shining armor ?» he huffed, but griffin didn’t fight her on it. it wasn’t like he wouldn’t be able to deal with the few pounds he’d lose to keep her fed. «slow down, sonic. i’m not asking you out as much as i’m offering you an escape.» he threw a last glance at the line of disappointed boys. «pizza or something barely edible from the fish & chips-stand ?»

☾      ╱       ghosts are real, and she knows them pretty well. since she was born, they’ve became her reality -- and ever since, she was fated to deal more with them than with anything else in her life. friends were out of reach, her family’s fame proceeds her, and haunts her just the same. no one wanted to be friends with the weird kids who talked to the dead and knew if it was going to rain tomorrow -- even though she claimed not being able of doing none of those things.

griffin was rain in a time of drought. when she had forgotten even how her voice sounded, he made himself present -- and the enldess banters that insued had made her live once again, had changed her status, dusted her and taken her off of one of the shelves in the magic shop she worked at endlessly. 

and, as tacky as it might sound, her life without him would not be at all the same. when he bites, she shoos him off -- with the hopes that he will stick around just enough for her to bite back; and she knows he will let her. maybe sshe had grown used to it; via, being spoiled by the mere company of the mystery boy that came tumbling into st. clementine. maybe she was only delusional.

“ my grandmother is dead. ” she kissed her pendant as she spoke of her name -- looked up at the sky and realized, one second later, how ridiculous she probably looked -- especially when who was beside her took a liking in calling her a witch for less than that. “ so, i bet they woulnd’t like to kiss her. ”

growling, her stomach gave her away, just like that -- she couldn’t even trust those the closest to her, after all. “ anything will do, honestly. ” the hunger made her ignore his ego, made her ignore his presence -- simply because her mouth was watering at him listing the option. “ and don’t talk the fish and chips down, they are good. ”

[smthngod-blog]

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[viaphan]

ʏ ᴏ ʀ ᴇ  ↻  ft. ╱ rileyseung

IT WASN’T UNUSAL FOR RILEY to be on their own, even though they preferred the company of others. but an evening such as these brought such a calm to them that the lack of a companion hardly mattered. their belly was full with delicious food and pastries and their face was still decorated from the face painting booth they had visited earlier that day. if riley were to describe themselves, it would have to be content. there was nothing they could wish for right now that would make their evening any better. when a voice called out, seemingly out of nowhere, riley looked up from the path they had been taking and a soft smile spread across their face as they came eye to eye with violet, beautiful and wonderful violet, standing over a pile of boxes in varying sizes. “hello, violet,” they chirped out. they skipped toward violet who, now that they looked closer, looked both annoyed and worn down. a small frown played between their eyebrows, and they hurried to ask, “what can i help with ? you look really pretty tonight, by the way. i like the vibe it gives off !”

☾      ╱       that was riley, and she should be used with it by now. whenever they came around, she would be greeted with the warmth that emmanated from them, like waves caressing her skin with the softest words one could ever imagine. it was like being greeted by the sun itself, riley was able to make a soft smile appear on her face even though she did not feel like smiling at all. she stretched her back, somewhat drying her forehead from the unwanted sweat. “ i can alway count on you to make me feel better, huh? ”and of course, she could use their help -- even though her initial plan was to make someone do it for her. “ well, i need to move those boxes to the back, you could help me with that, maybe? ” 

[viaphan]

ʏ ᴏ ʀ ᴇ  ↻  ft. ╱ jcewons

THERE WAS SOMETHING SPECIAL about st. clementine in the summer. the days were bright and hot and the nights were almost the same, but there was something that felt quite special about this particular night. maybe it had something to do with the fact that something was happening ? the summer fair had been kicked off a few days earlier, but jaewon had not been able to attend the event until this evening. 

he was surrounded by fairylights, popcorn and cotton candy stands, tents and attractions as he moved around the place. it was quite a popular event – faces wherever he looked, both familiar and unfamiliar. for some reason, it felt good to be surrounded by people; their energy, the sound of chatter and birds gave the place a calm feeling. the soft breeze coming in now and then made it bearable to be around so many people, though the temperature was high. sweat covered jaewon’s forehead as he lifted up his cap to push his hair back in, and a familiar voice could be heard nearby when he passed a tent. “not surprised to see you here,” he replied with a small smile, eyeing the box in via’s hands. “need some help ?” 

☾      ╱       it was typical of st. clementine to have strangers wandering around, glazing with their shiny eyes at the mysteries and bright lights that her hometown could provide -- and as expected, with her own magic, that place managed to lace those people and make them feel home-bound even though it was the first time they have to come to that place, and maybe to stay forever. the difference laid there -- while most were naturally drawn to the place’s natural energy, violet was its own creation; born an raised, and unable to escape.

at his words, she smiled a bit. jaewon was cryptic, folded in hi own secrets, in his own mysteries -- but the boy, even though always closed off towards everyone else, has always been nothing but good towards her. “ well, i am working, of course i would be here. ” her snarky words were characteristic of her own persona, one that she finalized with a sweet smile, but she knew he wouldn’t mind. “ someone has decided to waste my time by saying those need to go back there, ” violet pointed to the empty space behind her back. “ instead of here, so i would really love some help. ”

[viaphan]

ʏ ᴏ ʀ ᴇ  ↻  ft. ╱ smthngod

maybe distraught was the best word to describe vincent right now. somehow beside himself, in a state of agitation. his feet were their own master as he was paying no mind where to they were carrying him. the emotional rollercoaster ride he went through on the ferris wheel in that tight place side to side with griffin had troubled him to levels he had never been aware of. home. home was the solution. home was where he had been wanting to be all fucking evening long but like so often, he had been convinced to sow trouble in town. his pace sped up, he could swear he heard the cold beer in his fridge call for him but alas, it was a voice much more demanding and unfamiliar. vincent didn’t know exactly why he came to a halt, why he would even feel addressed by a sentence dashing out like a whip. he looked around, wondering if the words were really directed at him. upon realizing that he was the only person within close distance, we surly made his way towards the unknown girl. “what’s in it for me?” he asked, eyes wandering over the handful of boxes that were waiting to be moved.

☾      ╱       she had seen him around town, of course. that place was minuscule, and it was quite impossible to not recognize his face; names, though, was something via had never learned. her mother had taught him that those have power -- and names demand responsibility, given or taken. his eyes were troubled, uncomfortable -- obviously, he didn’t want to be there. one thing in common with her, at least. 

“ well, ” she raised her hands, turning around slightly as if presenting him the treasure of st. clementine -- for via, it could be, but for most they weren’t anything other than a mere source of entertainment. she didn’t know much what she was doing, really. she expected to go home soon -- or get away from all of that as soon as possible. “ i guess you are in the right place to make a request. we will, at least, tell your future here. ”

[viaphan]

ʏ ᴏ ʀ ᴇ  ↻  ft. ╱  qrffin

          GRIFFIN  COULD  COUNT  ON  ONE  HAND  the benefits that came from staying in st. clementine and violet didn’t make the list ( this was a lie ). he could recall every genuine smile he had flashed since he had arrived and none of them had been directed at her and reciprocated ( this was partly true: he doubted she had ever noticed ). still, he cared about her, and that was the truth, even when his ways of showing her had everyone questioning just where they were standing. to anyone else tuning in to their many conversations, they may have sounded cruel and uncaring, but that was only to the untrained ear — behind griffin’s rude remarks rested real adoration that spelled her name.

but things had always been more fun this way, and it was an act that came naturally to them — she was infuriating and she was amazing all the same. he didn’t believe in the magic that flowed through her veins, and yet he could admit that even he felt that strange pull: even he, whose existence testified that there were no such things as miracles or luck ( he was living on borrowed time and he had to pay soon ). 

it was easy to pretend like they weren’t close. bonds were easier to sever when they were thin and he attempted to keep her at a distance — he could admit it was hard though. he couldn’t help it when he saw her obvious frown in his peripheral vision as he was walking through the fair, and he entertained the idea of leaving her to the line of close-to-prepubescent boys with one pound notes in their hands. he was feeling generous though, as he slid into the line unnoticed and walked up to her with a crumpled pound in hand.

«ew. people actually pay to kiss you ? what’s wrong with them ?» he laughed, handing her the money — if he took up her time he might as well make it worth it. «it’s true as they say: these are desperate times.» he glanced over at the boys, clear annoyance on their faces at griffin taking up via’s time. «come on prince charming, these boys deserve better. there’s a pizza stand here somewhere and i know your fatass wants it.»

closed ⤷ @viaphan.

☾      ╱       living in a place like st.clementine meant a lot of things. meant seeing things happen -- when you imagined they could never happen, just like when you sit to watch the sunset and silently wish for it to last a couple more minutes, and then you swear it could listen to it and had abide to your wishes. it meant seeing things not happen -- when you watch the rich boys and girls stroll by in their sport cars while you had to hop off of your bicycle an walk on foot through the muddy lanes. it meant seeing people come and some people disappear, some people never go. 

griffin, like many, was yet another person who came and never left. she remembers the firs encounter they had -- and remembers that trying to convince him of something was practically impossible. the first time she took him to her mother under the pretext to make his mind up on the whole subject that moved her family. both her mother and him left to opposite sides, not crossing paths since then.

she said there was darkness in him. he said there was bullshit in her -- but she saw in his face the brief terror, the absence of color on his cheeks, the way he swallowed hard. via’s mom knew secrets from all of those that came at her, and griffin had his share that he was unwilling to share. 

days and months passed since then. he didn’t change, avoided her for a couple of days, yes, but his snarky comments and sharps words tagged along as he entered her zone once again, untouched and unaltered. she didn’t complain -- and she didn’t tell how she longed for that, either. only replied in the way he expected only to fall once again into their routine. 

that night wouldn’t be different -- with swollen lips from kissing ugly boys, via rolled her eyes at the only ridiculously good looking that happened to fall in her line; the only one she wouldn’t kiss -- even if he wanted. “ these boys seem to like my fatass. ” but even though she complained and sighed, she quickly moved to grab her things. “ you better buy me something, because i am not paying for anything once you were the one who asked me out. ”

[viaphan]

☾      ╱       fairylights  shone  upon  their  heads,  faint  enough  to  let  the  moon  cast  its  light  on  the  darkness  that  surrounded  the  bright  patch  up  in  the  middle  of  the  square  --  there  wasn’t  darkness  at  all,  then;  it  was  a  sweet  summer  night  in  st.  clementine  --  and  warm,  too.  sweat  prickled  via’s  brow  as  she  moved  the  tenth  box  out  of  the  way,  the  bottles  of  lavender  and  rose  water  making  it’s  bubbling  noise  with  every  movement  of  hers.  it  was  a  night  for  celebrating,  but  she  was  working,  still.  (  she  never  stopped  working,  it  was  only  her  reality.  )  but  the  flavor  of  satisfaction  after  some  work  done  barely  came  when  she  heard  her aunt  say  violet,  those  boxes  were  supposed  to  be  behind  the  tent.  she  sighed,  half  in  annoyance,  and  more  than  half  in  the  tiredness  that  was  to  come.  “  hey !  ”  she  didn’t  discriminate,  help  was  help,  and  she  was  needing  some  right  at  that  moment.  “  come  here  do  me  a  favor  !  ”