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Nina Dobrev & Tyler Posey — requested by anonymous & myself.
I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS IS ITS JUST SOMETHING HORRIBLE I FOUND GOING THROUGH MY FILES
@leothetudor: what a wild wild night. happy birthday again harty! @alaskahart @maiabellemeade
I’ve got an extra Starbucks cappuccino, 3 hours of sleep, and an urgent need to chew my teammates out — in my defense, they deserve it. Any takers?
Three hours? Damn Faythe, I guess its a good thing you have the power to siphon energy.. I might be persuaded to take that and a dish of good bitch talk too. Tell me, what did your rascally teammates do now?
Oh hey, I’m passing all my classes. That’s a first.
Good job Finnick, I'm proud of you and I secretly knew you could do it too.
Nothing really has changed, has it?
Why, Ms. Hart, where are your manners? I see you still haven’t learned.
Learned to be nice to cruel sadistic bitches? Yeah, you're right I haven't learned.
baby girl, you're a blur {darius and alaska}
Darius came home and checked his phone for the first time in at least six hours, knowing that Alaska would have tried to contact him. Loosening his tie as he set his satchel down, his suspicions were confirmed when he saw three messages from Alaska all within five minutes of each other. Must be important. He made his way to the kitchen, absentmindedly turning on the kettle and retrieving two mugs, knowing that Alaska would probably want to come over, texting her with one hand.
These last four years had brought them closer together. Now that she wasn’t his student anymore, he felt a little more relaxed talking to her, and he felt like she was a part of the family. Amneris had been working outside of the district, doing work for a nonprofit. It had been at least two years since Darius had seen her. Eric still was missing, and even though Darius kept all his things exactly as they had been left behind, he was starting to resign himself to the fact that he probably wouldn’t come back.
It was in that hole in his heart that Alaska had filtered in.
She seemed to truly care for Darius, as more than just her former professor or her former boyfriend’s family. They were good friends now, and, no matter how late they got home, they always made sure to send a few messages or do a video call. On the nights they weren’t too tired, Alaska would come over in her pajamas and they would sit in the living room, drinking tea, just….talking. They talked about nothing and everything and when it got too late, Alaska would slowly start to fall asleep and Darius would simply turn off the light in his living room and let her stay there. Or, if she needed to go home, he would make sure that she got there safely. She was his family now-he needed to take care of her.
That’s why he wasn’t surprised when she said that she was going to be coming over. He habitually got out the two mugs and put her favorite teabag in her mug, the one that she accidentally dropped and chipped a year ago but refused to get rid of. He put his favorite tea in his mug, one that Amneris had made for him when she took a sculpture class, crafted beautifully and bringing back memories. Darius let the water warm up and went over to his room, tossing his jacket over the chair at his desk before unbuttoning his shirt, changing into his soft pajama shirt and flannel pants. Alaska could let herself in, and he knew that this late at night, she would be in her pajamas, so he would be as well.
He worried about what she had to say to him. When Alaska got worried about what Darius would think, she was usually overreacting, but he didn’t like it when she was agitated. It made him start to mirror her emotions, and, feeling what she was feeling, he would start to get agitated as well. Darius shook the thoughts from his head. It was probably nothing. It would be fine.
She had a stir of emotion in her veins and for once it seemed to belong entirely to her. Usually she was picking up on others auras, sparking off red hot anger when a passerby was late for his bus, or the bounce of blue when a stranger sat alone in a coffee shop she was occupying. A stir of her coffee and a slip of melancholy underneath Alaska’s skin. She found the wavelength she craved the most though filtered its way down to joy in its rarest form. It was raw and unpolished and tugged at her heart in ways unimaginable, it was the pleasure of walking by someone with a bite to their lip and mist coating their hues and feeling the tangle of someone else’s experiences chime into her own heart chambers.
A child born and she felt the tinge of a new life in her bones, it was the passing of an old soul that weighed down on her frame and every moment in between. She had wrestled control in four years time, it seemed like a ghost of the girl who felt things so strongly that they consumed her. She had left behind the shell who couldn’t figure out how to keep a smile fixed on her face, because it was the dip of everyone’s unexpected emotions absorbing into her skin. It was a mystery and a riddle and something she managed to untap. She wasn’t perfect but she had mastered the ability of pulling herself together even on her darkest hour. She had grown and unriddled herself inch by inch.
Raven tresses up in a messy bun, she had a comforting ache in her bones. Dancing worn her out but the light of her childrens eyes who were mastering the moves on the dancers beam reminded her why she got into this games. Alaska Hart had always been a bit of a broken string, a balloon that had floated away from the hands that had once held her. She adapted quickly to those who showed her affection, and in Darius’s crinkly eyed smile she found a home. He was her father when there wasn’t even a trace of someone else in that position, in every moment she fell down she had grown to expect his steady hand to be there to help her stand again. She had a fighters soul but she wouldn’t be able to last without him in her corner.
Legs heading up the walkway, and she’s got a tangle forming in her stomach. Past the tulips that are growing breeds nervousness as the summer air begins to settle in. Its a push open of the screen door, rusty on its springs and she spotted the familiar golden numbers hanging slightly tilted on the wooden panel door.
Her slender tanned hand twists open the knob, and she can’t help the simple smile that brushes her red tinted lips. A drop of her bag onto the comfy chair and she feels the spark of mischievousness in her spirit, silent tiptoeing across the floor until she’s in the kitchen and with Darius’s back still to her pounces forward, a laugh in her voice and a “Boo!” singing from her lips.
Nothing really has changed, has it?
I see you're still the annoying old witch that you've always been.
D: What do you mean ANOTHER one?!?
D: You know where the spare key is anyway, just come in.
A: Figure of speech... who do you think I am? I ain't no mass murderer, hush it child.
A: Oh, okay I see you now. I should probably put my phone away instead of texting you when you're about two feet away.
"To whoever’s making all the racket in the hall — bugger off. Some people are trying to sleep.”
[Alaska just bangs the pots and pans louder, a triumphant grin tipping on her mouth and silliness infusing in her spirit as she marches down the hall towards Kiernan's bedroom and a jump onto the plush bed and her brunette friend's figure once she gets there]
Wake the fuck up Kiernan, we're going out.
Home sweet home, my ass.
Wow.. is that really the way to greet old friends? It's nice to see you again too bitch.
D: Now, you know that's not true.
D: I'll be waiting.
A: It might be, you have no idea what I'm about to tell you. I could have murdered another one.
A: Alright, I'm coming up the walk now. Leave the door unlocked for me, won't you?
[text] You wanted to talk to me about something? I'm out of tutoring, finally. It's late...but if you still want to, I have the kettle on the stove.
[Text] Yeah, I did.. somethings been on my mind lately and I’m afraid you might not love me the same once you find out, I’ll be out of dance class in ten and then I’m calling my favorite chipped mug.
dariusyoung replied to your post: “"Alaska, you’ve grow up to be wo...
fUCK UGH WHY DID I WRITE THIS
bECAUSE YOU'RE A FUCKTRUCK AND INFLICTING PAIN IS IN OUR SECOND NATURE
"Alaska, you've grow up to be wonderful. You've gone through everything awful and now you are getting every good thing you deserve at last. Don't let me be the reason that all gets ruined." Darius rubbed a weathered thumb over the back of her hand, that still fit in his so perfectly, still a child, though now all grown up. "You have all this love inside you, and you're always bursting at the seams to let it out. Don't lose that." As he closed his eyes and let loving hands drag him into the dark, he had one last vision: the night that she had stumbled into his office, bruised and bleeding. Even though the memory pained him, it now came with the recognition that it was truly a blessing in disguise.
king and lionheart [1/?] | nalaska au
his crown lit up the way as we moved slowly
past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind
though far away, we're still the same
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