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Amanda Isis Souza. Future architect. Soul of Ariadne.

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heatharlington :

Their shift was going well enough, not too terribly busy, but just busy enough that it was an adequate distraction from all of the worries currently occupying the front of their mind. It was slowing down for a split second, enough that they were about to go to the break room and sit for a few minutes, gulping down all the coffee they could manage, when they heard their name out of nowhere. Turning around, Heath was surprised to see Amanda rushing toward them with a large basket in her arms. “Amanda, good to see you! You’re not a bother at all. That’s super nice of you, you didn’t have to do that, but I won’t complain. I’m hungry as hell, and not vegan,” they laughed lightly, taken aback by the act of kindness. “You want to come sit down? I think my dad’s out of his office right now, so we can commandeer it for a few minutes, and I can try some of this deliciousness.”

The moment Heath starts to speak, her body relaxes noticeable. She has been trying so hard to find them she hasn’t even thought of the possibility she could be bothering them, so it’s nice of them to reassure her she’s not. Still, she’s a little bit hesitant at first to accept their proposition. “Are you sure you won’t get into trouble because of it? That’s the last thing I want.” Amanda smiles. “I’m glad! Not that you’re hungry, of course, but that you’re willing to try my cooking. I’m good at it, I promise.” she says, ready to follow their lead. For a second she’s tempted to ask about the gossip that has been going around about them, not because she wants to know, but because she wants to make sure they’re doing fine. However, she understand that can be easily misinterpreted and decides on a more moderate approach. “How have you been? I think everyone was quite shaken after the party, but it’s dying down now.”

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loganpcrrish :

He can’t help but laugh, the idea of him running around shooting hoops like the frat guys a ridiculous concept. Not because he couldn’t physically mold into the archetype easily enough, but because he didn’t believe he could pull it off. “Naw’ I’m on the lacrosse team though, not as glamorous.” He shrugs, though his dismissive demeanor changes as she mentions her name. “Oh, yeah! I totally do, he taught my Elizabethan England course last semester. Let us take two breaks, real class act. Wait –no I didn’t try to take you out don’t go telling your dad that. I’m Logan, Parrish.” He holds out his hand. “My dad’s in insurance, in the city so slim chances you’ve met him never mind.” 

Amanda smiles, shaking her head. “Lacrosse is great! Maybe not as out there as basketball but it’s really classy. My mum loves it, she believes it has to make a comeback.” Her eyes widen as the guy starts talking about her dad, and she offers him a warm smile. For some reason she loves it when people talk about him, it only reinforces the idea of how good of a teacher and professional he is. The kind she would like to be some day, even if she doesn’t end up teaching. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell him a thing.” Smile still painted on her face, she shakes his hand. “Don’t be so sure about that. I moved here from the city a couple years ago. It’s great. Not going to lie, I miss it sometimes.”

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dcrianwins :

Dorian blows a passive-aggressive raspberry, dramatically rolling his eyes at her insistence of working towards a career. “What’s the point about wasting time on the future, the government is just going to allow the lizard people to take over in a number of years. You should be investing your time in living in the moment… Or learning to speak gecko.” Patting her shoulder gently, chuckling along with her, before snorting to her comment. “What do you mean ‘not gross enough’? How could I possibly make it grosser?! Should I start waxing the ends or something? And no, I was just downloading episodes of cooking shows to get stoned to later. On my way out to pick up some food. Wanna come with? I have my car with me if you wanna be dropped off or anything, love.”

“You never know. The lizard people might need an architect to build all their monuments and pyramids.” Amanda shrugs, but she lets out a jovial laugh at his words. She is never going to admit it, but she has always admired Dorian’s freedom and disregard of what others think he should or shouldn’t be. She tilts her head to the side. “I think waxing the edges would work perfectly. I would be considerably more scared of you.” At his next words she gasps, faux offended. “What? You want to drop me off? I thought this was an invitation to get stoned and watch cooking shows? I feel betrayed Winslow.” she chuckles, and starts collecting her stuff. “Let’s go. I think the AC in this place is broken anyway. We’re going to start melting any second now if we don’t get out of here.”

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naiaguerrero :

It took a second for the other woman to allow her question to sink in, while she did so Naia took the opportunity to remove the rest of her wetsuit and dismiss it towards the ground. “It’s not that hard,” she answered with a warm smile, knowing a lot of people felt the same way Amanda did about surfing. “Just takes practice and a really good teacher. Let me know if you ever want to learn.” There was a visible shift in the brunette’s face when the topic of the contest came up, her cheeks reddened a bit, but Naia was certain it wasn’t noticeable under the hot sun. “Thank you,” she responded meekly.

“You would’ve been a worthy winner as well, you were stunning and your outfit was incredible.” The words flowed out of Naia almost effortlessly since they were true. However, half of her was still unsure if she really deserved to win or if it had just been a bad judgement call on her best friend. Still, she wasn’t going to be entirely open about her insecurities right now. “It really is a shame. How is Thea doing by the way? That whole thing was a mess.”

Amanda didn’t really know what to expect when she decided to start a conversation with Naia. Admittedly, she was a little bit scared. The whole contest situation was hard enough on both of them, and even though she was the one who lost, she was afraid the other women was holding some kind of grudge anyway. However, it doesn’t seem to be the case, and as soon as Naia starts talking her own expression softens considerably. “Would you really teach me?” she smiles. “Not today maybe, I don’t have my bathing suit with me, but some other time? My friend Tristan also surfs. He’s always down here with Pietro, and he does it so wonderfully.” If there’s a light color on her cheeks when she mentions Tristan, she’s not going to comment on it. 

“Thank you, that means a lot. Honestly the whole thing was a bit of a mess. I think it could have gone to both of us, really.” she nods, but her stand changes to a slightly more uncomfortable one when Thea is brought up. “I haven’t really talked to her, not since everything. My friend Dera tells me she’s doing great, though. She recovered, that’s for sure. She even threw a little freedom celebration at Cerberus.”

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mount wells’ public library  // june 18th // 4:07pm // open

He’s minding his own business for the most part, just having finished with a student and waiting around an hour for the next one. During the year he liked to hold tutoring sessions on the MWU campus, but in the summer kids didn’t need that kind of intimidation. So he moved to the library, less scary and definitely not filled with stressed out university kids working through the hot months. He’s up going through the shelves of books when he abruptly turns around, assuming no one else would be inside on a day like this. This ends in smacking into the other person, harder than someone should by accident. 

“Ah fuck! I’m sorry, wasn’t trying to take you out I swear. Didn’t bruise anything did I?” 

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She’s lucky not to fall on the floor completely, but once the initial startle is over, she chuckles, shaking her head. “No worries. It wasn’t too bad. You’ve got a mean left, though. Are you on the basketball team or something? Because you should be.” she extends her hand, leaving the book she has just picked up momentarily on the shelf. “Amanda Souza. You might know my dad, he’s a history teacher at MWU. Pleased to meet you, even if you tried to take me out.”

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location: arlington hospital // day: july 19th // @heatharlington

“Excuse me? Could you tell me where I can find Doctor Arlington? Uhm- no, I don’t have an appointment. Oh no, no, not that Arlington. I’m talking about Heath.” It’s a good thing she manages to spot them walking out of the hospital before the receptionist she’s talking to kicks her out. “I think I see them. Thank you!” Amanda hurries towards them, huge basket hanging from her right arm. “Heath, Heath. Hi. I hope you’re not terribly busy.” Even if she’s known them for a while now, she has never seen them wearing their white coat. They look intimidating in a way she wouldn’t have imagined. “I hope I’m not being a bother, I just heard you were rooting for me at the Miss Mount Wells contest and I thought I’d bring you this.” she explains, handing them the basket she was carrying. “There’s a lot of food there, so I hope you’re not vegan because there aren’t many vegan options. I made everything myself though!”

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dera-mcclery:

Dera’s waiting didn’t have to last long because soon a familiar image of red and pink entered the room. It was a lucky day because Dera was well aware of Amanda’s almost heretical status as an early riser, so to be able to finish making everything and arranging it before she got up was nothing short of a miracle that Dera thanked all the gods for. She had been betting on the…. events of last night to keep Amanda in bed. From her position on the floor, Dera looked up at her friend, taking the full image in. Tears? No, no, no, no. That wasn’t what she wanted! Almost slipping on the wooden floor, she shot up to physically greet her friend. With one, two, three steps she crossed the distance between the two and wrapped her arms around Amanda. Her fingers carded through Amanda’s  red hair, trying to sooth the woman in any way she could. 

“Hush, you don’t have to be fine. Fine is such a false emotion anyways.” She pulled away from Amanda, though kept her hands on her shoulders, “Of course I did this! The faeries sure didn’t, they’re not overly fond of cooking you see.” More tenderly though, she added, “For you, my dear, I will always do this.” Though hesitantly, finally she let her hands drift down back to her sides. It was clear that Amanda was dismissing her emotions, pushing them downwards to put on a false facade of okay-ness. It was heartbreaking in many ways, to watch such valid emotions be dismissed as nothing, be played off as nothing. “Perhaps, but it mattered to you which means it matters to me. And it means that it is ok to feel sad or disappointed or angry or however else you are feeling.”

“I would never!” With a skip she moved over to the chair and plopped herself down, picking at the fruit crown with painted, but now chipped, nails, ignoring the use of a plate completely. “Today is all about you now Amanda. We can do whatever you wish ranging from being cliché feminine creatures and do a spa day to breaking into private property. Whatever you need.” Despite living together it had been awhile since Amanda and Dera had specifically set aside time to just be together in the face of a busy life, taking advantage of their natural proximity instead. This would act as a perfect time for them to re-solidify, or re-coagulate as Dera was much more fond of saying, any bonds that had become fragile over the past couple months. 

It is hard to even cry in the presence of someone as positive as Dera is, even when the tears are not completely sad. Amanda didn’t want this to happen, she didn’t intend for her friends to worry about her like this, but now that she’s there, seeing everything Dera did, she can’t help but being grateful that her roommate knows her so well. She thought of going to spend the night at her parents’ for a second, but now she’s glad she didn’t. Her friend is right, after all. Fine is often a false emotion and she is allowed to be upset. But fine is the emotion she’s used to living in, fine is what everyone is expecting from her. She’s the one who always comforts people, and not the other way around, so this new position is a strange one to be in. 

“Don’t say that! What if the faeries get mad and start messing with our stuff? I still can’t get over the time the spare keys kept changing places and randomly disappearing.” she chuckles. Her mood was already a little lifted. Amanda smiles warmly. It was always nice to know Dera had her back, and she had hers obviously. After all, if the situation was reversed, she would have done the exact same thing to make it better. “Thank you, really. You’re the best friend and roommate ever. And I know it’s okay, I just feel bad because it’s so shallow, you know? Like, there are obviously worst problems than losing a beauty contest. I wasn’t even there for the beauty part! At least I think my speed sketching was entertaining. People seemed to like it.”

Before starting to eat, she walks towards Dera and presses one short kiss to her cheek. “Mmm, that’s a hard choice! There’s so much we can do! I need to head to the store first to give my mum the earrings I borrowed back, but you’re welcome to come with me! We can see if Tristan is there and say hi to him.” She smiles almost without thinking when she says his name. “And then if it’s warm enough maybe we could go to the beach? And if it’s not we could go to Asphodel? There’s a new blend of iced tea I’ve been wanting to taste forever. Wait, I have an even better idea. We could go to Asphodel and get iced tea and cupcakes and come back here and watch silly rom coms all night!”

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ryantos:

As if anyone ever intends on having some sort of psychosomatic breakdown in the middle of a grocery store aisle. Never mind that it was 3AM and the clerk had been giving him dirty looks for the entire twenty minutes that he’d been on the floor. With exactly zero shits given, Ryan had marched into the store – red faced and bleary eyed – and pulled at least three different flavors of Ben & Jerry’s from the cooler. His friends might later commend him for remembering to bring his own spoon, but they’d probably never let this moment fade from memory. Ryan Santos, star-fished in the middle of the floor, with three pints of ice cream. He sobbed silently with each cold spoonful that he’d shoveled into his mouth. The only indication of his emotional pain were the tears that welled in his eyes and… Well, the obvious. By now there were surely chocolate smears around the edges of his mouth, and his hair was disheveled to the point that he didn’t look like he’d ever seen a comb. But he doesn’t care. He hears his name from somewhere, spoken softly and in a feminine tone. It doesn’t sound familiar, but then he’s not sure he’d recognize the sound of his own sister inside his the very repressed tunnel he was suddenly traveling through. “Huh?” Ryan shoves the spoon his his mouth, teeth closing around the cold silver and he uses his sleeves to wipe his eyes. Sitting up from his starfish pose, he looks up in time to see a streak of strawberry blonde kneeling to sit next to him. “Oh. Hi.” His eyes follow her slowly, trained on her face even as he sticks the spoon back into the pint of chunky monkey and digs around for a chocolate chunk. “I don’t really want to talk about it, no.” He confesses, shoveling the spoon into his mouth and swallowing down a hunk of banana ice cream. “But you can stay… If you want.” Look, he’s not going to beg a stranger to hang out with him while he’s in the midst of a mental breakdown… But Ryan is suddenly feeling like something unfamiliar is much nicer than having to explain himself to one of his friends. “Why..” He clears his throat, his voice a little shaky, “What brings you here at three o'clock in the morning?”

There goes her plan of getting ice cream with him. The second he sits up and turns to her, the smeared dessert is the first thing she notices. So maybe ice cream is the last thing he needs. It doesn’t matter, though. Sometimes company is the best thing you can offer, and she’s planning to do just that. Amanda has absolutely no idea what can push someone to have a breakdown like this. She has had her moments of stress, especially lately, but crying in a grocery story at 3 am in the morning did seem like something else. 

She didn’t really know what to do in these cases. He didn’t want to talk about it, but did he really want her to stay? What kind of answer was he waiting for her to give? She shifts slightly so she’s sitting cross legged next to him now. 

“Alright, we don’t have to talk about it I guess. I do want to stay though, if you’ll have me. The only downside is that I don’t really have my own spoon to start eating.” she tilts her head to the side. “Do you think the cashier will give me one if I ask? Or will he kick me out?” she chuckles, thinking of the man’s reaction if she goes there and just randomly asks for a spoon.

“My friend’s awake doing... well, I doubt you’d believe me if I told you. The bottom line is that my friend has to stay awake all night to do something and I decided to keep her company, but I wanted some ice cream, so here I am. Not really as exciting as it could have been, right?”

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tristaneisolde:

It had been a tough night for Amanda. The whole deal with Thea and the votes was unfair and it pissed Tristan off that his friend was having a bad day. Or maybe she was alright and he was the one who needed a distraction but in any case, having Amanda around was always something to be happy about. Specially when she rolled from her spot beside him and rested her chin on his chest, looking up at him. She was really beautiful. 

“Hm… Something I’ve never told anyone…” he muses, his hand catching one of Amanda’s as he stared at the ceiling quietly, wondering what to say until a thought crossed his mind. “I’ve always wanted to meet my father. Not sure if he even knows I exist but I’d love to meet him.” He had talked about his father before, to his mother and Denna, but he rarely confessed to others or himself that he wished he had met him. Still, telling Amanda didn’t feel strange or scary, it felt natural, and whatever kept her mind off the Miss Mount Wells fiasco was good enough. “Your turn.”

They have always been comfortable around each other, maybe a little too much according to almost everyone that saw them interact. Since the moment they met, when she helped him impress her mom so he could get the job at the store, it has been like this. Some people are meant for each other, Amanda firmly believes that. It’s a noble quest, finding a person to click with like she does with Tristan. Perhaps they will never be together romantically, but they will always be in each other’s hearts one way or another. Destiny keeps bringing them together. 

When his hand takes hers, she starts drawing invisible circles with her thumb on his skin. “Have you talked to your mom about it?” she asks softly. She doesn’t want to pressure him, she’s only glad she’d trust her with a secret like that. “Fine.” she sighs. “I’m sad. I didn’t think Miss Mount Wells mattered but it turns out it does. I don’t want to worry anyone, because I know I’ll get over it in a couple days. I’m just bummed that I lost like that.”

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LOCATION: mount wells public library DATE: june 14th STATUS: closed for @xprincessamanda​ PROMPT: “ Muse A and muse B get accidentally locked in the library on a hot day with no air conditioning. “

It’s not that Dorian doesn’t have his own wi-fi, that’s not it at all. He actually has pretty decent wi-fi. But considering he doesn’t work at all during the day, it just makes more sense to do all his heavy duty, bandwidth using downloading and such at the library, where the wi-fi is free. So he can preserve his internet for important things, like internet porn and Youtube vine compilation to watch while he’s stoned.

Also free air conditioning.

He’s packing up his newly downloaded 6 seasons of Gordon Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares (to watch while he’s stoned and eating leftover Chinese) and tucking his laptop into his bad when he spots his good friends (and old flame but who’s counting anymore) and smirks,making his way over to slide up behind her and ruffle her hair. “What’s good, nerd? Wasting away again for the sake of academics?”

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Amanda is deep into the blueprints in front of her when Dorian says hi, and for a second there she doesn’t even realize someone’s behind them. It’s only when he says the word nerd, with his characteristic tone, that she turns to him and rolls her eyes playfully. What he’s doing there, she has no idea, but knowing Dorian she just expects nothing is going to be set on fire inside the library, or that he’s not giving shots to the volunteers. 

“You know me, always worried about having a future. Don’t get me wrong, I was going to quit and try for strip dancing, but turns out I’m not that talented at the dancing part.” Amanda utters a laugh. “What about you? Please don’t tell me you’re planning to join the library pervert creeps. Your moustache is not nearly as gross for that.”

[naiaguerrero]

location: thalassa beach date: june 12th status: open

Today was going to be a good day. That was habitually Naia’s motto every morning, but today needed to be a good day. After how hectic the roaring 20′s party and Miss Mount Wells had been, she demanded at least one day of peace. One day without hearing all about Thea’s mischief or anything about that night. Today…she wanted waves.

Relief exhaled from the designer’s lips after a great hour of surfing, it was like the ocean knew she needed a break. All the best waves were hers for the taking and Naia did not miss a chance, times like these it seemed the salty breeze knew her better than she knew herself. Of course, her thoughts were interrupted as she felt someone getting closer, wetsuit already halfway down her body before Naia looked up and noticed the other. “Coming to catch some waves?” The brunette asked a small grin itching upwards on the corner of her lips. “Sorry, I think I got all the good ones.”

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“I’m sorry, what?” Amanda says, shaking her head to snap herself out of the trance the waves have put her in. Thalassa beach is always a fascinating sight when summer is starting. It’s beautiful, not too cold, not too hot, and still not too crowded. It has become a little bit of a habit of hers to come here and sit for a while, perhaps draw one sketch or two. After what happened at the party, she really needs the relaxation. 

Naia is there, though, and she seems to have the same idea, only she’s practicing a different method. “Oh, no, no. I don’t really surf. It’s a miracle I even know how to swim, really.” She swallows, looking down at her feet for a second, realizing the strangeness of the situation. “Congratulations, by the way. You deserved to win. You were absolutely beautiful up there. It was a shame what happened with the ballot and everything.”

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location: tristan’s apartment // day: july 11th // @tristaneisolde

Dera has already made a compensatory breakfast, and now Tristan is asking her to hang out. This feels a lot like when she was sick as a child, and both her mom and her dad did their best to spoil her so she would feel better. She hates it, though, this pity party they’re throwing. But of course she’s not going to say anything about it, because she knows they’re only doing it to make sure she’s alright. She should be thankful, really, and not complaining about it like a little spoiled girl. 

“Tell me something true.” She suddenly says after a short silence. They’re both laying on his bed, and she rolls on top of him, resting her chin on his chest. “Really true, like, something you’ve never told anyone before. It doesn’t have to be a huge secret or anything, just something true you keep to yourself.”

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☐ Muse A catches muse B stress crying in the frozen aisle of the grocery store at 3am.

x !

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meme: Amanda catches Ryan stress crying in the frozen aisle of the grocery store at 3am.

@ryantos

Is it really time to be at the grocery store? No, obviously, but living with Dera has these perks. Her friend’s been up all night commuting with the unknown and Amanda is on moral support watch ever since Thea is, well, doing her thing. So she wants ice cream, and she’s going to get it. The walk towards the little grocery store she knows it’s open is a short one. She goes towards the frozen aisle and is ready to pick up her favorite flavor when... 

“Ryan?” She doesn’t really know him, but he has seen him a couple times around town and she does know his name. But now he’s crying, and she has no idea what to do. 

“Hey...” She says softly, sitting next to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. “Do you want to talk about it? We could get some ice cream, and I’m a pretty good listener. My name’s Amanda, by the way.”

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dera-mcclery :

location: the labyrinth (amanda and dera’s apartment) date and time: june 11th, 10:21 am status: closed @xprincessamanda

Dera’s room was a tangle of color, clothes, and crystals. Her bed was a nest of blankets that all tangled around her, making getting out of bed a trial to say the least. For Amanda she would brave the morning though. It was eight am which felt impossibly early for Dera to be awake and alive; after all, she was a creature of the night and very early mornings. From the hours of six am to eleven am she was dead to the world. Her bare feet hit the floor, or more accurately the pile of clothes that had accumulated next to her bead, and she hauled herself up and started moving. First came her own needs, so on autopilot she made herself a cup of her custom tea blend before getting ready to cook.

 In just her tank top and underwear Dera transformed herself into a chef, whisking waffle batter to the beat of her music. Her earbuds kept getting caught and tangled as she moved around the small kitchen, making a mess everywhere she went. After two hours of work cinnamon coffee cake, waffles, bacon, and a variety of cut up fruit that was shaped like a crown were created and arranged on the table. A hand painted banner hung from the ceiling, reading you’re the queen  empress of my heart!!! Various fingerprint animals accompanied the multicolored words, making the entire thing a mess of color brought to life by paint and ink. All and all, Dera was proud of her work.

The night before had been a mess to say the least. Thea….God, Thea. Dera almost sighed out loud in disappointment at the memory of what she did. Dera loved Thea, but what she did was just stupid. Dera knew that Amanda was more than capable of winning without any cheating, and even if she didn’t it was just a pageant. Dera had no problem with breaking the rules, but there was a time and place. More than that Thea’s actions got Amanda caught in the crossfire, which was perhaps the only reason that Dera was upset at the incident. If it had just been Thea messing with the ballot box, that was whatever, but ruining Amanda’s chances without even asking her took it one step too far. Hence the breakfast. Dera had no idea how Amanda was feeling, but she could guess. Food was the ultimate cure for everything though. Now she just needed to wait for Amanda to get up after her long night.

She has always been a morning person. There’s something about the air when it’s early, the quietness, the feeling of fresh starts. Today doesn’t seem like one though. Amanda has made sure no one’s worried about her. She shook her head, smiled, and told everyone she asked that she was alright, that she just wanted to enter the contest because she needed some practice showing her talents to the world, but she’s most definitely not fine. There’s a sadness that comes with not being enough, and unfortunately she’s way too used to it by now. Popular, but not enough to be noticed. Pretty, but not enough to be Miss Mount Wells. She hadn’t been enough for Dorian in the past, and she was definitely not enough for Tristan now, not like Denna was, or every other person who actually did flirt with him. 

So here she is, eyes wide open, because of course she’s been awake for a long time now. Dera is making all kinds of messes in the kitchen, and Amanda can’t for the love of her understand what is happening. Maybe there’s someone coming for a cleansing, or maybe it’s just a spirit that has followed her to the house. Please don’t let it be a spirit, she thinks. Finally she decides to get up, at least to see what the fuck is going on. She’s seen Poltergeist, she knows what those things do to the house, and honestly she likes the labyrinth too much to have it destroyed by a supernatural entity. 

She sure as hell isn’t expecting what she sees when she goes out of her room, still wearing her red hearted and pink pijamas. The kitchen is a mess, of course, but she can’t even think about that when there’s a massive breakfast displayed in front of her... and a hand painted banner? She smiles, and feels a couple tears rolling down her cheeks as she runs to her friend and hugs her. “This is beautiful. Oh my God Dera you did this all for me? I’m fine.” A lie. “Really, you shouldn’t have. It’s just a silly beauty pageant anyway.” Another lie. She sits down at the table, picking up a little apple peace from the center of the fruit crown. “Come here, you’re not going to let me eat all alone, are you?”

[aredhels]

mythology family ♥︎ ariadne for @queeenpersephone

ariadne, in greek mythology, was the daughter of minos, king of crete and a son of zeus, and minos’ queen pasiphaë, a daughter of helios. she is mostly associated with mazes and labyrinths because of her involvement in the myths of the minotaur and theseus. her father put her in charge of the labyrinth where sacrifices were made as part of reparations; later, she helped theseus overcome the minotaur and save the potential sacrificial victims. in other stories, she became the bride of the god dionysus, with the question of her being mortal or a goddess varying in those accounts.

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Ariadne, Mistress of the Labyrinth