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| affiliated with woodshore | josie saltzman // lydia martin // will solace 

[witchesandwars]

handsbloodied·:

a glance was given at the look that he had suggested, giving a shake of their head. rey had never been drawn to sciences like that – in part because so much of the complicated texts were incredibly difficult for them to read. but she had always just done better with things that she could physically manipulate and get their hands on. “i don’t think i’d understand anything in that book,” they remarked. “i’m only twenty-one. it’s overwhelming how much i don’t know.” knowing that there was so much that she didn’t know, of course, certainly added onto that. their lips pursed for a moment but they nodded their head. “something on child development.”

   “Don’t feel bad,” Will remarked, spreading his hand over the cover of the textbook, feeling the raised words on the cover. “I don’t understand much of it either. And I have a test tomorrow.” Medicine here was similar to Camp Half Blood, but also proving to be a lot more complicated. As it turns out, when you don’t have ambrosia or aren’t bless with any healing powers, there’s a lot more you have to know. “I guess we’re in the same boat, then. Knowledge is power and all that,” The demigod chuckled, throwing a smile the other’s way. Silently, he wondered what her invitation to Woodshore had promised her, and if they had found it yet. After all, everyone was here for different reasons. “Ah, you could probably find that in the psychology section. I can show you, if you like?”

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martinblackwccd·:

The plan was to have some toast for breakfast, but of course Martin was out of bread. Figuring that morning was as good of a time as any for a quick trip to the grocery, he’d laced up his shoes and thrown on a jacket and headed downstairs. Before he stepped outside, though, he stopped in the lobby and worked on making a quick list on his phone of what else he needed to grab at the store so he could get in and out without trouble. Glancing up, he noticed a young woman standing in front of the doorway, staring off into space. “Are– are you okay?” he asked her cautiously, but she didn’t respond. She seemed so out of it, in fact, that another person leaving the lobby bumped right into her on their way out of the door. Finally, she responded to his question, if a bit delayed. “Sorry, I was just asking if you were okay? You looked, errrr–” The word that first came to mind was zoned out, but that was maybe a little too harsh to say out loud, in Martin’s perspective. “–Distracted,” he decided to say, instead. 

   Lydia shook her head, embarrassed by her own lack of awareness and stepped out of the way to let him pass. The redhead lifted her hand to rub her arm and offered him an apologetic smile. “Yes, I’m so sorry. Just got... a lot on my mind is all.” And it wasn’t a lie, if not the full truth. Her mind was racing a million miles a minute, and as tempting as it was to tell someone and get a second opinion on the matter, Lydia didn’t think that bombarding a stranger with the knowledge of the supernatural being real and that she was one of them was the best strategy. She missed Allison more than ever right now. Instead, the woman tilted her head and tried to place his face. As observant as she may have been (when she wasn’t zoning out, that is), she couldn’t remember having seen him anywhere. “I don’t think we’ve met,” She nods, smiling as she holds out her hand. “My name is Lydia Martin. Sorry again for being in your way.”

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dreamcfspring·:

thor found himself existing in a space of tentative happiness.he knew now better than ever that happiness was a fickle thing. it had to be fought for, earned –– but once you had it… he worried that something would happen and take it all away, but it was a foolish worry, and he knew it. clarke’s words often circled in his mind –– life shouldn’t just be about surviving. so despite the past, despite the guilt that threatened to tear him apart in the middle of the night when he couldn’t sleep, he strived to move past it. to live in that happiness alongside the rest of the world, alongside her. because this conflict between happiness and guilt was so new to him, so unique to his experience, he often found himself lost in thought –– a trait more often attributed to his mother or brother. when he stepped out of the resort, he didn’t even look up from the ground to see a midgardian standing on the other side of the door, and it bumped her shoulder. “pardon me,” thor said quickly, waiting until she was out of the door’s range before opening it again and stepping out in front of her. “please, do not apologize, i should’ve been paying attention. are you alright?”

   Sliding away from the range of the door, Lydia rubbed her shoulder lightly in response. It didn’t hurt, per say, but it had happed quickly enough that the pain had jolted her from her thoughts and left her half aware, half still deep in thought. Allison would have rushed to her side to ensure she was okay, Styles would have laughed. Scott probably would have said something to earn him a Martin certified scoff. Alone, she reminded herself, I’m alone. The first thing Lydia noticed about the man was his way of speaking, something that seemed to hint he had several more years on his bones than it appeared. With a faint apologetic smile, and a shake of her head, Lydia replied, “No, no, I’m sorry. It was completely my fault. I shouldn’t have been standing there.” The redhead’s hand dropped from her shoulder, resting once more at her hip as she fiddled with the hem of her skirt. She didn’t want him to assume she had been injured. “I’m okay,” Lydia assured. “Are you alright, sir?”

[witchesandwars]

   One thing was for certain in Lydia’s life currently -- her memories were starting to return to her. She’d awoken from the strangest dream a few nights ago to a sudden influx of new thoughts and realizations, flashbacks hitting her over and over again like waves and wracking her mind and body. So much more made sense now; it explained why the bruises on her neck had been gone on what she remembered as the morning after the incident, why something had always felt out of place. She was sure something else was missing, like it was on the tip of her tongue, begging to be released. Lydia was worried. Sure, some of her memories had been altered, but that didn’t change one thing: none of her friends had tried to contact her. Not Allison, not Scott, not even Styles. Were they alright? Were they alive? A gentle bump to her shoulder pulled the girl from her thoughts and she quickly raised her head, realizing she had been standing in front of the resort back door for several long moments. “I’m sorry,” She apologized. “What did you say?” // @woodshorestarters

[divergentdick]

Dick had found himself headed out for a run, late that night, his insomnia getting the better of him once again. It was a loosing battle, but one he would fight to the end nonetheless. So instead of struggling with his demons he turned to running along the shore in search of solace elsewhere. The sound of the ocean lapping against the rocky beach was calming, enough to drag him from his thoughts as he stopped to drink in his surroundings and the fresh evening air. Only he hadn’t been alone, and as footsteps approached his gaze lifted from the water to steal a glance in the others direction. “Little late for a night stroll, don’t you think?” @woodshorestarters​

[witchesandwars]

   This whole ‘banshee’ business was seriously cramping Lydia’s style -- mainly because she kept leaving her room with one goal in mind, only to have her body end up in a completely separate location, with no clue why she was there only that something bad would or had happened. She was sort of like a human-death-detector, and if she had batteries, she would gladly take them out. On this particular night, she had intended to simply grab ice from down the hall, and ended up on the pebbly shores of the beach against her will. Her stomach turned, and the redhead held her arms close to her body as emerald gaze landed on a stranger she’d suddenly stumbled upon. Perhaps she shouldn’t have been looking at her feet. Clearing her throat, she spoke, “Is it too cliche to say I could ask you the same question?”

[witchesandwars]

cont. from here! || will & luke

   Will enjoyed Luke’s company more than many of the demigods at Camp Half-Blood, and he had long before any of the difficult things that had occurred. His shock was rivaled only by his elation upon finding the other alive and well in Woodshore, and now he took it upon himself to constantly pester him. Maybe it was the naivety of Apollo in him, or the general nature of a demigod, but Will had never been against giving him a second chance. In fact, he’d always regretted not being able to. Somethings, most things, were never as they seemed when it came to Half-Bloods, and Will had always believed this to be true in the case of Luke, too.

   Right now, however, he was a little taken aback. He was pretty sure wisdomous was a word, but now he was doubting himself. Ever the charmer, he recovers quickly, and grins, “Well, it is now, by the power vested in me from Apollo himself.”

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handsbloodied·:

a huff pushed through their lips at his counterpoint, knowing that it was a good argument. rey had thought that trying to simplify it in her own mind might have made it easier to just grab a book and go from there, but it hadn’t seemed to make much of a dent. having so many options was overwhelming, something that they were unaccustomed to. even if the life that they had memories of on this earth, nothing had ever been plentiful. “well, maybe. i don’t know.” ben might have been inclined to agree with the other, she thought. “if they’re nonfiction books, which is what i need right now, i don’t think it has to be that complex. a fact is a fact.”

   The son of Apollo regards them for a moment, considering their words. Honestly, maybe medical school was making him think much harder about things than he truly needed to, and Will couldn’t deny that was a very real possibility. “You have a point,” He conceited, nodding his head. “But with all things considered, maybe there’s still a little truth to it. After all, how many non-college students are inclined to pick up and read an entire textbook on microbiology?” The teen gestured to the heavy object on his table. Then, a lopsided grin befell his features. “But I’m only nineteen, so how much do I really know, right?” Scooting his chair back slightly, he rose to his feet and glanced to the shelves around her. “Is there a specific subject you’re looking for?” 

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elusive-labyrinth·:

Come to Woodshore and you can save Josie. Come to Woodshore and you can save Josie. Those words never left Lizzie’s mind. The letter she had received inviting her to the town had been specific enough that Lizzie couldn’t ignore its reliability. She knew her twin had been there for a significant amount of time, but she never suspected she would be in danger. She’d packed her bags for Washington the very next day, telling their mother that she just needed some Josie time. What did she have to save Josie from? She might have been the dominant twin in terms of personality, but she certainly wasn’t the strongest. Not by a long shot. Did she even have the strength to save her sister?

Lizzie was good. Really good, if you ignored the fact that Josie was missing from her side. Under Josette’s care, and without the stress of the magical world weighing on her, her mental health was in excellent condition. But as soon as she stepped into Woodshore, memories of a different life came flooding into her mind without mercy. She was a Gemini witch, they went to a boarding school for magical kids, and their mom, Josette, was…

The only constant throughout her two different lifetimes was Josie. She needed to find her sister. She looked tirelessly for a few days in Woodshore, but she just couldn’t find her. Josie was usually good at going unnoticed when she wanted to be, but never by Lizzie. What had they done to her? With every passing minute, her anxiety grew worse. It was no secret to her sister that Lizzie had bipolar disorder. Her mental health was on an exponential decline, and if she didn’t find Josie fast––

As she bickered with someone random over something insignificant, a voice pulled her from her thoughts. She’d recognize it anywhere. She was here. Her heart raced a mile a minute as she fleetingly thought of the black magic. Did Josie remember that other life, too? Was the black magic what Lizzie had to save her twin from? Lizzie had been working on being less codependent, and it was going surprisingly well. But all of that went out the window as she turned around and closed the distance between her and Josie, throwing her arms around her. “Jo! Thank god…” She squeezed her tighter than ever before and buried her face into her shoulder. She pulled back and held her sister’s face in her hands, her eyebrows knit together. “What happened? What did they do to you?” She questioned. Lizzie didn’t feel any black magic, but she couldn’t be sure.

   Elizabeth Saltzman was a lot of things that Josie just wasn’t: she was confident, determined, and unabashedly herself. There was so much about her that the brunette admired, that Josie could never even hope to be in the grand scheme of things. Even still, Lizzie was impulsive and reckless and Josie had always been at her sister’s side to help her back to her feet again. Josette had always been her sisters protector and number one fan all in the form of a single person. So when her letter had promised she could protect Lizzie, the eighteen year old couldn’t simply ignore it. Protecting Lizzie, it said, and she blindly followed the invitation wherever it willed her to go. This was her sister, who was in some kind of danger according to her letter, and Josie would be damned if she didn’t at least risk checking it out.

   “Lizzie!” The brunette breathed, a sigh she hadn’t known she’d been holding leaving her lungs. Without hesitation, her arms wrapped around her sisters sides and held her close, the full weight of just how much she had missed her hitting Josie in full. “What are you doing here?” The twin murmured into blonde hair, a relieved smile tugging at her lips. “Shouldn’t you be at school?”

   Jo had so many more questions, all begging to make it passed her lips. How was dad? Was he staying on top of everything? How had Lizzie been? How was her degree coming? Did anyone at home miss Josie? How was mom? However, as she pulled back to ask whichever query came passed of her lips first, Lizzie beat her to the punchline. In an automatic response, Josie’s eyebrows cinched in confusion, delicate hands resting on the wrists just below her chin. “Lizzie, what are you talking about? I’m fine.” Her thumb brushed calmingly over her sister’s knuckles as she offered a gentle (albeit, uncertain) smile. “No one did anything to me, I’m okay, Liz. Did you come all the way here because you thought I was hurt?”

 A pause, a beat, concern filling coffee eyes. “Are you okay?”

[vindicxted]

“A threat? I suppose you could consider it to be that. I like to consider it a promise that if you know Hope Mikaelson and you don’t tell me where she is, your end will be spectacular.” The promise was very much a threat and the other would be foolish not to heed the warning. “A lead to someone else who may be able to help me find my daughter would suffice to keep you breathing and perhaps eating on your own. Now, if you would be so kind. Hope Mikaelson.”  

@woodshorestarters​

[witchesandwars]

   Things in Woodshore had been... weird, as of late. Not that they hadn’t been strange in the first place, it was just that with the more people Josette met here, the more this sensation grew in her stomach. It was a feeling of urgency, like there was something she wasn’t quite getting, like she was running out of time, fast. The Saltzman pondered this as she walked near the shore, brown eyes gazing downwards at it, as if it would open its mouth to tell her where to find answers. Or where to find Lizzie, for that matter, but much to her dismay, it remained silent. Another voice, however, did catch her attention, and an instant shiver of de ja vu ran up her spine. Snapping her head up, the brunette caught site of a man and an apparently very frightened teenager, and her body reacted before her mind. It was a bad idea, in retrospect, to put herself in front of such an intimidating individual, but she stepped in front of the stranger anyway. “Excuse me... is there a problem here?”

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@rxdemptxn​ || hope & josie

   It was a beautiful day, perfectly in line with what she imagined spring in Woodshore to be like. A gentle breeze blew her hair back in wisps, everything smelled fresh and new, and flowers bloomed all across the sidewalks and in the window sills. Josie had been strolling around the resort, searching for anything to do (that wasn’t asking for an injury) that she hadn’t already done. Naturally, being that branching out wasn’t exactly Josette’s strong suit, the twin came up with zilch and instead decided on bringing her book out for a nice lunch. 

   The air was cool inside the Golden Lion, but not unpleasant. Soft noises hummed around her but the Saltzman still found it easy to slip into the world of her story, glossed lips sipping every so often on her cola. In her current chapter, the main character had been experiencing bizarre flashbacks, like memories that weren’t entirely his, and yet he was so sure they were. Something deep inside Josie empathized with him, related to him, and urged her to continue reading. Just before what Josie could only assume was the introduction of his love interest, a flash of a body moving caught her vision and she raised her head to see a stranger sliding into the booth across from her.

   With wide, uncertain eyes, the brunette slowly closed her book. “Um... hi?”

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@elusive-labyrinth​ || josie & lizzie

   Something was different. Josie couldn’t quite place her finger on it, but an energy had been swarming around her lately that set her on edge, like twine was wrapping around her, being pulled tight by someone else. Like it was about to snap. But that was nonsense talking, she was just missing her sister, she convinced herself. After all, these kinds of things happened when you were separated from someone you had spent every second of your life with until now - sort of like twin withdrawals, if that were a thing. 

   On the other hand, these awful dreams she had been having were beginning to unnerve her. They always began the same, Lizzie and herself at their old private school walking the halls calmly, and then it would shift into something much darker. Almost like another world, one much more dangerous and saddling her with a feeling like she was running out of time. She’d wake up gasping and sweating, with chills grazing her arms. Was this her subconscious’s way of trying to tell her something? Was she running out of time? And if so, time for what exactly?

   The Saltzman had been so wrapped up in her own worries, she almost missed the familiar tone of voice echoing a few yards away from where she walked. Josette had simply been wandering, window shopping and debating entering the Golden Lion for a bite to eat, but now she stopped dead in her tracks as eyes shot up to land on a familiar figure just down the street. They seemed to be disagreeing, not really arguing, and the blonde who’s back was turned to her huffed as if she had many other more important things to do, and Josie was convinced. 

   “Lizzie?” Josie called hopefully, her breath catching in her throat and hear beginning to pound. Could it really be? “Lizzie!” She raised her voice, brunette curls bouncing wildly as she ran towards the other, coming to a halting stop just behind her. Please, she thought silently, please be my sister.

[drtyhalo]

will stares at the black and white image of the boy and the brutal headline above it.  dreams turned real remind him of newspaper clippings he’d seen with his own face on them and the same sort of headlines.  YOUNG BOY MURDERED.   BODY FOUND.   KILLER ON THE LOOSE.  he sets the paper aside and takes some deep breaths as he had hardly even realized that he was holding his.  he notices someone looking at him and he clears his throat, trying to wave a bit before shifting awkwardly.           ❛   do um …  do you think the killer is gonna stay here long?  or  …   i know it sounds weird but  …   do you think it’s really a person?   ❜            he had heard the rumors of something supernatural possibly being the cause.  will dreads what that could mean if it was the case.

@woodshorestarters​

[witchesandwars]

   all lydia could describe her current state as was shocked. all week leading up to the discovery of the body, lydia had felt sick to her stomach and had been rattled with constant headaches. she kept finding herself returning to the edge of the resort every time she left for a short walk, even with no intention of going there. it reminded her of the time she drove herself to the city pool, completely unaware, only to be met with a dead body floating inside. banshee, the word echoed in her mind. she jumped slightly at the sudden voice, turning to face him. “the killer...” she echoed, the word feeling sharp and dangerous on her tongue. “i don’t know. i think we can hope its only a one time thing, but... if its anything like the other experiences i’ve had, it won’t be.” then, despite her gaze having drifted, sharp emerald eyes snapped back to him and lydia felt her voice catch in her throat. “n-not human?” she tried to laugh. “what exactly do you mean?”

[witchesandwars]

wcstedruins·:

“Josette. Funny, that’s my sister’s name.” Liv cracked an ironic smile as she led the way to the firepits, thinking back on the fact that this girl looked so much like Jo… and they shared a name. She inhaled sharply, opening the door for Josie as she led her outside the resort. Was it a coincidence? She had a gut feeling it wasn’t. Pausing, she reached into her wallet for the photo of her family. Her real family. “Is this her?”

   “Really?” Josie hummed, pleasantly surprised. It wasn’t everyday she met anyone with the name of Josie, let alone anyone who used it for the real name of Josette. In fact, she found it raised the hairs on the back of her neck to consider the coincidence. However, the Saltzman shook off the looming feeling and followed the kind stranger to their destination, trailing just barely behind her. “So, where are you from, if you don’t mind my asking?” She began, chocolate eyes scanning their surroundings as they walked. “I’m just assuming you weren’t living here in Woodshore before--” And then her breath caught in her throat and the teen stopped walking completely as she zeroed in on the photo. A shaky breath parted her lips, “...Y-yeah. Where’d you get that photo?”

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handsbloodied·:

there’s a familiar nature to his words, even if rey hadn’t exactly been ready to think about something like this in that kind of context. how many times had she gone to meditate, hoping that something would call out to her and make the future a little clearer, only to come back with nothing? she had lost count of all the attempts made during that year of training. the number would have been disheartening, anyway. her lips pursed together for a brief moment, turning to look at him. “i don’t think any of them are going to do that, at this rate,” they stated with a slight huff. their frustration isn’t pointed at him, but at themselves. “they’re just books. it shouldn’t be this hard to just choose one.”

   He couldn’t quite place a finger on it, but something about her seemed so... wise? Was that the word he was looking for? No... it was more like she was ahead of her time, as if she had grown up a little too much too fast. In a way, she reminded him of Nico. As the stranger turned, Will stuck his pen into the page of his textbook and allowed the pages to fall closed and smiled over at her, offering a small and friendly wave. “i guess if you want to think of it that way, you can,” He conceded, nodding slightly before he rested his chin against his fist on the table. “But each book is something completely unique, they all hold stories crafted individually and somewhere on those shelves is one that is perfect for just you. Are they really ‘just books’?” He smiled lopsidedly. 

[witchesandwars]

vilomahh·:

It took a lot for nico to fully admit to Will that he was flirting with him and that the son of death did have a heart that wasn’t frozen. As the other responded, Nico gave a slight smirk and a soft laugh left his lips, finding it practically impossible that the other would ever flirt with him. No one liked Nico. Why would they?

within his many years at the camps, Nico had found himself closed off from people he even called his friends. He rarely saw percy anymore, he just felt like such a burden on any and everyone he came in contact with. Nico’s family wasn’t great, especially post the lotus casino. He was stuck in the body of a 13 year old for over 50 years. He didn’t know how to even be a person half the time or take up social cues. Yet, Will Solace was one person Nico wanted around and would accept near him no matter the circumstances. Nico would lay down his life for Will if he needed too and he’d fight beside him. “you really think that?” he asks, his voice soft as he looks aways from the other. “I have to admit that does surprise me.” 

“Oh, nothing you can do, this town is just full of weird…death vibes. I don’t really know how to explain it but it’s a bit draining.”

   It was nice to be here like this with Nico, just relaxed and easing into conversation as if they had never been apart. Bright eyes glanced to their surroundings before smirk tugged at the demigod’s lips. Will leaned in slightly, looking over at the other male through his lashes and offered a sideways grin. “Want to get out of here and get something to eat? I’d love to catch up. Let me take you out?” Totally platonically, he left implied but unsaid.

   At his next comments, ones that almost seemed to drag on himself, Will’s eyebrows quirked inward. He was taken aback by the question, as if the answer should have been blaringly obvious. “Of course I really think that, Nico,” The son of Apollo hummed, bumping his shoulder lightly against the Italian’s. “Have I ever lied to you before? Apollo’s praised for his honesty, isn’t he?” The blonde joked, body leaning backwards from him to avoid invading his space. Smiling softly, a glow shining on his cheeks, Will shook his head. “You know, you really are something, di Angelo. In a good way, I mean... You should give yourself more credit. First of all, you saved the world - on more than one occasion. Secondly, you’re not as bad as you pretend to be. Of course I wouldn’t mind anyone thinking I’m flirting with a hero of Olympus.”

   “Death vibes? That’s concerning... but I kind of know what you mean. In a different way, naturally, but there is this weird... energy here.”

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wcstedruins·:

Once again, Landon was overcome with a strange feeling that he’d met her before. A feeling that maybe she was someone important to him, yet he’d never seen this girl in his life. As she answered him, a small hint of a smile tugged at his lips. So, he hadn’t been the only one who had been promised something strange. Except it sounded a lot like what the girl in front of him had been promised wasn’t as vague as hope. “You have a twin? Like, identical?” Cool. He looked at the letter she held out to him, his smile growing. “You guys got any powers like Luke and Leia?” He mulled over her statement that it was a hoax, nodding slightly. “Yeah, that’s entirely possibly. It’s just hard to believe that it’s a complete hoax, you know? Whoever wrote this letter seems to know so much about us. It doesn’t sound entirely fake.”

   Josie’s mind wandered as her chocolate eyes roamed his frame. It was almost unsettling, how sure she was that she knew him. It was the same feeling as when a word is on the tip of your tongue, begging to find a way to the surface but just beyond reach. “No, actually, we look completely different, oddly enough,” The Saltzman laughed, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear as she looked up at him through her lashes almost shyly. “She’s a blonde, had blue eyes, really short tempered. We’re kind of polar opposites.” She missed Lizzie. God, Josie missed Lizzie almost more than anything. Sure, she had gone a full summer before without seeing her sister and it had only been a few weeks here, but Josie was also used to having the constant presence of someone else around. Here, she was utterly alone, and it unsettled her to her very core. Twins, on a fundamental level, were not supposed to be on their own. “No powers here, unfortunately, but you’ll be the first I call if we discover any,” She smiled halfly, tilting her head in tandem. At his next sentiment, she refolded her letter gingerly and regarded it in her hands, as if it were a time bomb. “You have a point... I don’t know who sent us these letters and brought us here, but we must know them in some way, right? That means somewhere, we have something in common?”