/w Niamh in caffe
When they ordered Niamh asked her about her schedule. “Oh? I haven’t thought about that yet. I haven’t recieved a schedule yet.” Answered Gwen. She didn’t know what else to add to that so she changed the topic. “So, how are Orla and Cormac? Are they coping better this year with parting with their only child for another year or are they somehow worse than you described them last year?”
@Ouijaloveletters - Niamh
“I’m not hoping towards any subjects, really. I know there will be math and english and stuff because there has to be, but I have no expectations nor am I really all that excited for the supernatural subjects.” She answered. “That’s nice to hear. It’s always nice having a good family connection. I love my family although at times they are a bit too much.”
Ezra’s focus during the training session was unparalleled, a tense determination etched onto his features. Each calculated move was a dance of precision, his body a weapon guided by years of relentless training. His mother’s stern gaze followed his every motion, a silent conductor orchestrating a symphony of combat.
The morning sun cast a golden hue on Ezra’s sweat-soaked form as he completed the simulated confrontation. His mother, a stoic figure unyielding in her pursuit of excellence, acknowledged his success with a curt affirmation. “Good job,” she stated, her words carrying a weight that surpassed mere praise. “You truly have never been a disappointment. Now it is up to you to make sure your sister are not either.”
Despite the acknowledgement, there was no room for complacency. The path Ezra walked was one of perpetual challenge and expectation. His mother’s relentless drive and uncompromising standards had sculpted him into a disciplined and formidable individual.
As the training session concluded, his mother’s gaze remained fixed on him. “Go to the car,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. “The driver will take you to the academy, unless you wish to walk there. There’s still time.” The clock on the training grounds indicated it was 4:10 am, a testament to the early hour Ezra had been roused from his slumber.
Ezra, however, had a different plan in mind. He met his mother’s stern gaze with a focused determination. “I’d like to take a nap first,” he declared, “Then, I’ll go with the car along with Navya and Renee. They’re still sleeping, and I’d prefer not to disturb their rest.”
His mother’s reaction was immediate, a scoff that held a tinge of disapproval. The corners of her lips tightened slightly, but after a moment of contemplation, she relented with a nod, leaving the panting Ezra on the training grounds. Before he had taken that nap, he had taken a quick shower, making sure all the sweat was washed off and then went to sleep- a least that lasted for 2 hours before he had woken up his sisters.
Arriving at the academy, Renee had been quick to depart from him, rushing to hang out with her friends, and Ezra raised a brow at that, turning to face Navya, “How have your training been?”
yeah this is absolutely shxxt y im sorry, i had to get it out today
◇─◇──◇────◇•◇─────◇──◇─◇
◇─◇──◇────◇•◇─────◇──◇─◇
Declan’s skin glistened with the mid afternoon sunshine. The sun filtering through the windows cast a warm glow on the luxurious room, highlighting the opulent furnishings and extravagant decor. His room was modest, if you hadn’t seen the price tags attached each item. Very minimalist vibes.
Dragging himself out of bed, he made his way downstairs, his bare feet slapping against the marble floors. As he entered the spacious kitchen, he found his mother Mariya sitting at the marble-topped island, a bright mimosa in hand. She smiled warmly at him, her matching deep crimson eyes crinkling at the corners in a familiar gesture of affection. “*Where’s Rohan?” he croaked, his voice deep from sleep.
Rohan, Declan’s father, had been sprawled on the floor, a bemused expression on his face as Mariya tugged him to his feet. Declan did not flinch. Didn’t even bother to wonder what they had been up to before his arrival. Their relationship was more like that of roommates than a family, each occupying their own separate worlds within the confines of their lavish home. It was nothing new.
Mariya reached out a hand towards Declan, offering him his own mimosa. “Morning, darling. How did you sleep?” she asked, her voice light and airy.
Declan took the glass from her with a polite smile, the emptiness inside him growing with each passing moment. He knew he was surrounded by luxury and comfort, but he longed for something more meaningful and fulfilling in his life. As he gazed out at the sweeping views of Beverly Hills from the window, he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of dissatisfaction wash over him.
With a deep sigh, Declan took a sip of the drink, steeling himself for another day of pretending that everything was fine in his perfect, empty world. “Fine. I gotta get ready for Astral.” Draining the rest of his drink, he flashed them one more shiny smile before heading to pack. “He still goes to that?” Declan heard his father say as he made his way to the top of the stairs.
Declan had been at Astral Academy for several hours already. Dragging a lounging lawn chair behind him, Declan made his way to the front of the school hoping to catch some sun and maybe witness the arrival of the newest students. There was always some sort of commotion or dramatic scene whenever a new student arrived at the school for the supernatural, and Declan couldn’t resist the chance to observe the chaos.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t even realize he was drifting towards the faint scent of cigarette smoke until it filled his nostrils, the sweetly clinging scent mingling with the fresh spring air. Looking up, he spotted a girl standing under a tree, a cigarette dangling from her fingertips as she exhaled a cloud of smoke.
Declan set up his lounging lawn chair in a somewhat haphazard manner, squinting up at the bright sun as he tried to find the perfect spot between the trees. After a moment of contemplation, he let out a satisfied sigh and settled into the chair, only to realize that he was in the shadows, the sunniest spot just a few feet away. Declan lazily slid out of the chair and dragged it over to the sunny patch of grass, all the while appearing nonchalant. As if she wasn’t standing only a few feet away now. He finally stretched out in the warm rays of the sun, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him.
They sat in companionable silence, the only sound being the gentle rustle of the wind and the occasional puff of smoke from the girl’s cigarette. Turning towards the girl with the cigarette, “Do you have an extra smoke that I could bum off you?”
@Kristi • Sylvia • LOVE her banner!!!
◇─◇──◇────◇•◇─────◇──◇─◇
┕━━━━✿━━┑🐾┍━━✿━━━━┙
┕━━━━✿━━┑🐾┍━━✿━━━━┙
Keir leaned against the cracked window of his mom’s ancient car, the familiar hum of the engine mixed with an unsettling rattling sound as they drove towards Astral Academy. His older siblings, Jennifer and Dan, chattered away in the front seat, but Keir remained unusually silent. As they pulled up to the college, Keir’s siblings turned to him, concern etched on their faces. They all climbed out of the car, the autumn air crisp around them, and Keir could feel the weight of their gazes on him.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Jennifer asked, her hand resting on his shoulder. Keir nodded, offering a small smile. “I’ll be fine. I’m excited for this new chapter.” Dan clapped him on the back. “You’ve got this, bro. Just remember, we’re only a phone call away if you need anything.” Keir felt a lump form in his throat as he hugged his siblings goodbye. It was strange to think that he would be navigating college on his own, he had always had them to lean on.
As Keir gathered his belongings and prepared to enter Astral Academy, Mama Jude stepped out of the old car and enveloped him in a tight embrace. He could feel her gray curly hair blowing in every direction, her thin body a reminder of her strength and resilience. And the unnatural strength he had. That he came here to learn to control.
Keir hesitated for a moment before whispering to his mom, “Did Forest not come because of me?” Mama Jude pulled back slightly, her piercing eyes searching his face. She was an iron force to be reckoned with, but even she was not immune to worry for her youngest son. With a gentle smile, she assured Keir, “You’re brother is finding his own place, love. Forest only needed a little space, it was a coincidence it happened now. He sends his best wishes and knows you’ll do great.” Ciarán nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude for his mom’s unwavering support. Despite her tough exterior, Mama Jude always knew how to comfort and reassure her children in times of uncertainty.
As he watched them drive away, Keir took a deep breath and gathered his belongings. The familiar buzz of nerves and excitement settled in his chest as he walked towards the entrance of Astral Academy.
As Keir made his way towards the entrance of Astral Academy, a sudden movement caught his eye. A big black dog had appeared out of nowhere, causing his heart to race with a mixture of fear and…curiosity. He was already on edge, worried that he had somehow offended his oldest brother, Forest. Seeing the dog made Keir’s mind swirl with troubling thoughts.
Then the flashes of uncontrollable nights flashed in red burst behind his eyes. Before he knew what he was doing, instinct took over. A surge of panic and wild energy coursed through his body, and he broke into a sprint towards the nearby forest. As he ran, his form began to shift and contort in unnatural ways. His bones cracked and reshaped, muscles bulged and stretched, fur sprouted from his skin. Keir transformed into something less than human, less than dog.
In a flash, the transformation was complete. Keir stood in a clearing, now a creature caught between two worlds—a werewolf. His sharp senses overwhelmed him, the scent of the forest, the sunlight filtering through the trees, the beating of his own heart. Fear gripped him as he struggled to comprehend what had just happened. He didn’t even realize high pitched whines, then low pitched growls escaped his new voice box. He was disoriented, stumbling around.
┕━━━━✿━━┑🐾┍━━✿━━━━┙
@Caticorn • Dimitri • sorry that took so long! 
excited for the interaction!!!
After fighting with Darius, Hesiod was angry, emotional and needed to calm down. Whenever Hesiod used to feel overwhelmed or angry, he’d simply escape to his favorite peaceful area. Calming down for him was rowing out to sea where nobody could reach him, nobody could hear him and nobody could witness his actions. It’s not because he does secret things that he doesn’t want the world to know, he just sometimes needs some solitude and not to worry about his image and his family and expectations he has to reach. In the open sea he can say anything, sing anything, do anything, but most importantly, he can just relax without any pressure.
The stillness of the water in this remote part of the sea made him relax and not care about anything else, let alone Darius, and he started singing.
"Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere waitin’ for me
My lover stands on golden sands and watches the ships
That go sailin’ …"
He stopped singing when he heard the water move as if somebody was swimming or diving very slowly and gently and he stood up to see what it is.
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈.﹀﹀.-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈
Being a vampire, Sylvia had come to learn, had its own peculiar set of pros and cons. The duality of her eternal life was a paradox, a constant tug-of-war between the allure of immortality and the burden of endless existence. On one hand, the gift of immortality bestowed upon Sylvia by her vampiric nature could be seen as a tantalizing prospect. The idea of living through the ages, witnessing the flow of civilizations, and accumulating knowledge and experiences beyond the reach of mortal beings held a certain mystique. It allowed her to amass wisdom and cultural insights that no human could fathom. The longevity of her life offered an uncharted canvas on which she could paint the diverse hues of history, embracing the beauty and complexity of centuries. So many attractive people keep being born, many faces to meet and seduce. Smoking too, Sylvia could do that without any worries of hurting her tongue and her strength was quite unmatched, she was also eternally beautiful .
However, the very immortality that presented itself as a gift bore the heavy weight of a curse. Sylvia, over the years, found herself entangled in the monotony of an unending existence. The repetitive nature of human interactions and the fleeting nature of mortal relationships became a stark reality. The excitement of new encounters gradually dulled as the centuries wore on, some people just were not that interested to keep Sylvia wanting to live. She wanted to know how it feels to disappear, to be mortal, once more, but that was an experience long gone.
She blew out the smoke, her eyes raking the landscape, when her nose scrunched smelling scent-- it was hard to decipher the scent with the smoke, but Sylvia could guess what type of person the scent came from- a hellhound, a demonic dog. Fun, hellhounds always tended to have a un eased sexy appearance to them. They were always restless, trying to keep everything in order, to guard the gates of where Sylvia belonged.
She wondered if she should approach him, tease him a bit, and offer him a smoke, but it seems she had no need for that, as he had already turned to her, asking for a puff. The corners of her lips spread, as she came closer to him, blowing smoke in his face, a lecherous grin expanding on her sharp features, “It seems that not only are you a dog, but a mind reader.” She reached through her pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, extending it to him, but before he could reach it, she placed it behind her.
“For a exaggerate, I might need a kiss.” She puckered out her lips, coming closer to his, before she pulled away. “Relax,” She told him, “I merely jest.” she continued, throwing the cigarette to his lap. “You new?” She asked, “I imagine, I would remember a face like your’s.” She told him, leaning to the walls, as she blew out some smoke.
The ride to the academy was a blur, as Caspian was deep in his thoughts the entire way there. Before he knew it, he was standing before his new dorm room. Hesitantly, he pushed the door open and walked in. His eyes wandered around the scene, a heavy feeling beginning to settle in his chest. It was a big and spacious room, yet filled with nothing but a desk, chair and a bed in the corner. Though the room was well maintained, the wallpaper was a bland white and there were no decorations aside from a small painting. Caspian felt a sense of suffocation rising in him the longer he stood there. He knew he could ask for a remodel, but who knew how long it would take for a new student. He could only anticipate the moment he’d finally a space of his own, but for the time being all he could do was wait.
He dropped his suitcases off by the wall, and with a sigh, he made his way to the desk. He hung his backpack on the chair, rummaging through it to take out a notebook and pen. Pulling the chair aside, he sat down on his desk and flipped through the book. It was filled with handwritten text, sketches; a journal that held his deepest thoughts. A lot of the text was written in code, some even violently crossed out, and at times there were ripped out pages, concealing his words. As he landed on an empty page, he put the pen to it, letting it glide across the paper and giving voice to his deepest thoughts.
Dear Pennie, it started. How have you been? I really miss you. I can’t believe it’s already been a year since we last saw each other…
The letter continued, as Caspian detailed the events leading up to this moment. He wrote about his life as if she were reading the letter, with a grin unfading from his face. He told her about the academy, its purpose, and how he felt about stepping into a new world full of supernaturals. And he mentioned his father, his sister, purposefully skipping over the painful and mundane parts. That could wait, because all she needed to hear was that he was doing better, and a new chapter of his life had finally begun.
He’d gotten so lost in writing, before he knew it he’d filled out both sides of the paper. He ended the letter with a simple I hope to see you again soon, in whatever way I can. His smile had twisted into a bittersweet expression, his eyes glazed over as he read through the letter.
Caspian carefully tore the paper out of the journal, folding it over. He sat up, leaving the room with nothing but the letter in hand.
.• 𓂃 ‧₊˚ ⋅ •. 𓏲*ੈ ✩ ‧₊˚ 𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝 .• ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓂃 •.
He wandered off the campus grounds, taking in his surroundings and basking in the feeling of warm sunlight on his skin. As a gentle breeze blew through the air, he walked forward lost in thought. The nostalgic salty scent of the sea filled his lungs, and a familiar sight lay in front of him. It was the grand ocean, spreading out across the horizon. Caspian made his way to the coast with a sprint, his lips splitting into a grin. He knelt in front of the edge, the sound of the waves pulling him into its depth.
Unfolding the letter, he placed it on the surface of the water, watching as it sank to the bottom and let the waves carry it away. After it disappeared, he closed his eyes and sighed.
Caspian began to lean forward towards the water, as if entranced by it. He landed with a splash, and immediately felt his body begin to change. A tail instead of legs, webbed fingers and scales, he morphed to perfectly fit into his natural environment. He swam to the depths of the ocean, energy coursing through his veins and filling him with life. After a while of swimming aimlessly with the current, he rose up to the surface to check his surroundings. Nothing but an endless canvas of blue lay in front of him, with land far into the distance. As he turned around he noticed a single boat rowing towards him, a faint sound of singing interrupting the sea’s rhythm.
Curious, Caspian dived underwater and began to make his way towards it, but slowly so he doesn’t alert the person. As he swum close enough, he peeked out from behind the boat, getting a closer look at who was inside. Though before him was an unfamiliar man, the song gave off an air of nostalgia. He was swayed by his own memories, reminded of the last time he felt pure joy.
Caspian began to sing along almost by instinct, he hadn’t even noticed the silence from the man.
"Somewhere beyond the sea,
“She’s there watching for me,”
“If I could…”
His voice trailed off, noticing a pair of eyes on him. It was then he realized he’d caught the person’s attention. His eyes widened, freezing in place.
“Oh… I… I mean, I… Help. I’m drowning!” he exclaimed barely, as if he were a five year old trying to act for the first time. “Oh this water is so deep, I’m afraid I don’t remember how I got here,” he continued, but he couldn’t stop himself from smiling at his own lies.
.• 𓂃 ‧₊˚ ⋅ •. 𓏲*ੈ ✩ ‧₊˚ 𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝 .• ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓂃 •.
@LunaticLeviTheSecond ‧₊˚ ⋅ Hesiod Dadaphoros
ORP: This turned out sooo long, but it’ll just be the intro that’s this length :')
Navya had woken up later than usual that day. For the first time in years she missed watching the sunrise as she trained. Instead she woke up to the rays already peeking through the curtains in her room, lighting up the space with a warm glow. Her brother and personal trainer was merciful enough to let her rest as the new academic year began. But she knew she wouldn’t be getting out of it so easy, he’d likely expect her to catch up on her own later. Regardless, she liked the thrill when she could choose her own schedule. Just deciding her plans on a whim, as if blindly throwing darts.
Navya rolled out of bed, her eyes landing on the pile of paper and fabric swatches scattered across the floor. They were laying just as she’d left them the previous night, abandoned in her frustration. She sluggishly gathered them and tossed them back on the desk, letting them become a problem for later. They ended up burying an unfinished sketch of a dress, a generic design with rough lines reflecting Navya’s creative block. It was nothing but a failed attempt that would soon end up in the trashcan stacked to the top with designs. And on the shelves were piles of sketchbooks she used to draw in, once a sign of her unfading creativity now laying untouched in months.
Unfortunately she had no time to waste on something so meaningless. She was a hellhound, her main focus should be strength, resilience and control. Anything else came second. With the trash out of the way, she made her way to the center of the room, begining with her “morning stretches” which could be considered an extreme sport for regular people.
By the time she finished, she heard a knock on the door from her brother, Ezra. He’d come to wake her up to travel to the academy, but she’d already beat him to it an hour before. After assuring him she’d be down for breakfast and shooing him out, Navya began getting ready for the day. And there was nothing better to start it than a burning hot shower reminiscent of the flames of hell. She finished by getting dressed in a bright outfit, sure to catch people’s attention.
☆ ──── ‧₊˚⊹ ─ ☆ ⋆⋅ ✮ ⋅⋆ ☆ ─ ⊹ ‧˚₊ ──── ☆
Navya and her siblings arrived at the academy soon after. As she stepped out of the car she put her sunglasses on, shielding her eyes from the sun as she took in the sight of the campus. The sound of her heels against the floor echoed, combining with the distant chatter of students and her siblings’ banter to create an all too familiar atmosphere. Another year of her prison sentence had begun, the second out of four she’d have to endure. To most that might sound overdramatic, but there were far more important things in the world that required her attention. The only reason she’d made it so far was for her family, and her promise to herself to never fall behind.
Renee parted ways to greet her friends, leaving Navya and Ezra to talk alone. Her attention wandered across the area, looking to see if she’d spot any familiar faces. “Today? Could be better,” she replied to Ezra, not bothering to turn to him. “Didn’t have a chance to go to the gym this morning, or run a lap around the city before I did. I’d say I’m disappointed in myself but I don’t really care. Free day,” she shrugged as she turned to him, flipping her hair aside. “How’s it going for you? Did mom give you at least a 30 second break this time?” she asked, chuckling.
But despite her nonchalant attitude, she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of guilt. She wanted rest so she could fully experience her first day back at the academy. Not that she was ecstatic about being back to sitting behind a desk for hours, mindlessly walking around the hallways as her days went by. Rather she was more curious about what kind of people she’d meet, what events there would be, especially if they were parties. She wanted something exciting, because after a single year she already felt like she’d seen it all. Though it also made her think how fast a year could pass by. Almost as if the event was right around the corner. She only had a year, if not less, and it made her anxiety rise the more the clock ticked. She had no time to waste.
She laughed to herself, shaking the thoughts out of her head. “Now to more important matters, I’m thinking of throwing a party as a welcome back thing. And I’ll make sure everyyyone is allowed just to make it more fun. What do you think?” she asked, pausing for his input. Not that she’d listen, she was only curious what he’d say.
He soon discovered the sound was coming from behind his back and he turned to see a delightful sight. Hesiod was always fond of sirens, even though he knew how dangerous and rare they are, he still desired to see them. Somehow his whole life he felt a connection to them, maybe becuase of the stories that say their songs were enticing and bewitching and his own powers included songs and music. He believed he could learn a lot from them about himself and his own powers and he always wanted to see them, but they are rare creatures and he never had the chance to.
When he saw the fish tail and deep in the water, away from the surface in an attempt, be it conscious or not, to hide the tail, Hesiod believed it was either a Siren or a Mermaid he that approached him. However, once the fish hybrid continued singing the song Hesiod dropped down to his knees to sing with him.
“If I could…” is the only lyric he could get out before the Siren’s eyes got wide and he stopped singing.
Hesiod chuckled and decided this was a siren not a mermaid, mostly because he wanted it to be a Siren since it’s most Greek. He took a quick glance at his back to see if there were any wings or marks of wings there, but he couldn’t notice anything since that part of the body wasn’t visible in that position.
The Siren so adorably tried to hide his form and tried to reason a mere human being in such deep waters. He also lured Hesiod lower, making him want to kiss him and that is how Hesiod decided this isn’t just a mermaid, but a siren. If Hesiod gives in to the kiss he’d likely be lured down to his doom, so he had to resist it and counteract the luring song with one of his own.
Instead Hesiod chuckled and said “You do not fool me, Siren boy.” He carefully backed away enough to not be further lured or to not be close enough to be grabbed by the Siren and taken down before he has a chance to explain himself. “If you knew who I were, you’d see we are simmilar. I also have songs that could lure people to their doom. I am your greatest fanatic, so please don’t try to eat me.”
@idiot.exe - Siren boy
Caspian had caught the man’s attention in his carelessness, yet it ended up a pleasant surprise as he dropped to his knees and continued to sing. His laugh made Caspian feel at ease, his lips splitting into a grin. He didn’t seem alarmed at all, he was likely familiar with the supernatural world.
“Nooo, you caught me. I wonder what gave it away?” Caspian chuckled, poking fun at his own carelessness. He raised a brow at the siren comment, smirking as he looked directly into the man’s eyes. As he backed away on the boat, Caspian swam closer and put a hand on the edge. “Hey, come on, don’t look so scared. Were you that charmed by my singing voice, that you thought I was trying to lure you?” he teased.
This stranger was truly interesting. Firstly, he was sailing on his own in the middle of the sea without a fear. Caspian couldn’t help but wonder what led him to do something so unusual. He had so many questions swarming in his mind, such as who or what this person was, to be so unfazed by the depths of the water and the sight of a merman standing right in front of his eyes? The way he spoke to Caspian gave off little hints, but he never revealed anything explicitly. Almost as if he were hiding a secret. He told him they were similar, that he also had songs to lure people to their doom. Could it be, that the man was a siren himself seeking to find his kind? Though calling himself a fanatic and asking not to be eaten sounded off, he was likely using that to hide the true nature of his words.
Intrigued, Caspian chuckled to himself. “I’m a bit offended. Do I look like the type to lure people to their doom?” he asked, amused at his comment. He put some weight on the boat with his arm, swaying it off balance. He refused to break eye contact as he watched the man’s reaction, as if playing with him. “I see exactly what’s going on here. I should’ve suspected something was up when you were singing out here in the middle of the sea,” he continued, before easing off the boat. “Were you alarmed your charm didn’t work on me, siren boy? Is that how you came to the conclusion that I’m one of your own?”
What Ezra did could not have been considered a laugh, it was less of a laugh and more serious, more deranged and lacking humor. “A free day?” He questioned, because it was entirely a foreign concept to him. Sure, he did have his own set of free days as it would not be good to strain the muscles all the time, but that was because he trains intensely, and sure his sister sometimes trained intensely when he was there one training her, but lately he had taken it quite easy on her, allowing her to train herself the entire of this week, “You do not seem that exhausted to be having free days, do you wish not just to lose but to be dead?” He questioned, arching a brow, referring to what was bound to happen- if she trained well, even if she lost, she will still have her life as she could injure the opponent, stopping them in their tracks from getting drunk on violence. “I don’t want you dead,” He told his sister, in a monotone voice. It was strange, truly, to be having this conversation where anyone could hear, where to anyone but them it would sound strange, it would sound terrifying and it was indeed terrifying when one thinks about what is to come. “You’re young but you’re not getting any younger, train tomorrow,” He reminds her, staring at the empty halls and not at his sister, he turns to his sister, a sinister little smile playing on his face. “Mother does not give breaks, you know that, but I took a break for myself.” Because indeed, he had taken the break, telling his mother that he wished to nap for longer, disappointment had etched on her face but he could also tell that there was pride there- pride that he was not a lapdog, that he could take what he wanted when time comes, he was her first son after all.
Ezra’s eyes widened at Navya’s mention of planning a party, his expression turning stern and disapproving. The air around him seemed to grow heavy with tension as he listened to her proposal, his mind racing with thoughts of the potential dangers such an event could bring.
“Navya, absolutely not,” he said sharply, his voice cutting through the silence of the empty halls. “You know better than to engage in such reckless behavior. This, is not why mother made us come here. Parties are a breeding ground for trouble, and I won’t have you putting yourself or our family at risk.”
His tone brooked no argument, his gaze piercing as he locked eyes with his sister. "You’re too smart to get caught up in all of that nonsense. Focus on your training, on your studies. That’s what’s truly important. Stop behaving childishly, "
Despite his harsh words, there was an underlying concern in his voice, a deep-rooted desire to protect Navya from the perils of the outside world. He may have been strict, even overbearing at times, but it was only because he cared for her well-being above all else. “be smart about what you do,”
◇─◇──◇────◇•◇─────◇──◇─◇
◇─◇──◇────◇•◇─────◇──◇─◇
“For an exaggerate, I might need a kiss.” His dark crimson eyes flashed with a mixture of amusement and impulse, Declan felt the magnetic pull as his eyes closed…“Relax,” She told him, “I merely jest.”
Declan raised an eyebrow in amusement at the girl’s playful antics, a small smirk playing on his lips. He watched as she leaned casually against the wall, exuding an aura of darkness that was both alluring and dangerous.
“Back in town, back in this form,” Declan replied with a nonchalant shrug, taking a drag from his cigarette. The smoke swirled around him, adding to the relaxed allure that surrounded him. He knew that his crimson eyes and shadowy presence often left a lasting impression on those he encountered. He guessed not her though.
“So I take you’ve seen hellhounds before?” he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of mischief. He’d find it interesting, in any case, how she knew of the demonic dogs. “But I have a feeling you’re not easily forgotten yourself.” He noted aloud. As he watched her blow out another cloud of smoke, Declan couldn’t help but appreciate the dark and devilish energy that emanated from her. There was a thrill in the air, a shared understanding of the darker forces at play. And for Declan, that was all part of the fun.
@Kristi • Sylvia
◇─◇──◇────◇•◇─────◇──◇─◇
The siren said “Nooo, you caught me. I wonder what gave it away?” Hesiod raised an eyebrow at him. He said that as if he didn’t just try to convince him he was drowning when caught. Is he such a scaredy cat? He’s a siren, if I were human and he didn’t want me to remember he was a siren, he could’ve just eaten me. He still could eat me, but I can counter act his song.
"Were you that charmed by my singing voice, that you thought I was trying to lure you?” said the siren, and Hesiod got confused. He looked at his tail and got even more confused. “Well you have the tail of a creature described as having a singing voice that lures sailor to their death. Are you telling me your tails is fake? An illusion? Oh my god is this an illusion, are you an illusionist witch or a Loki demigod or something?”
When the siren said “I’m a bit offended. Do I look like the type to lure people to their doom?” To which Hesiod responded with a resounding “YES!” and then he continued normally “My parents always repeated that Shakespeare quote ‘Fair is foul and foul is fair’. When you want to lead somebody to their doom you dangle something beautiful in front of them. Can’t lure people somewhere withoth having something desireable to lure them. I always assumed voices were enough but obviously … You’re not scary or anything so I assume you use your looks to lure as well.”.
When the siren suggested that Hesiod was the siren and not him, Hesiod was again confused at what this siren was playing at. It is already revealed he is a siren, he has fish everything but the torso and head, who is he trying to fool? Why is he trying to deflect to him. Hesiod rolled his eyes. “Oh sure. The one with the legs is the siren. I’m not a siren, but if you’re really so pathetic to think that stupid idea could work, I’ll prove I’m not a siren.”
Navya raised a brow, her lips curving in amusement as she heard Ezra’s hollow laugh. She began to laugh along with him, unfazed by his reaction. “Yes, a free day,” she repeated, rolling her eyes. “Taking a day off to rest and focus on more important matters won’t get me killed,” she reassured, attempting to convince her brother that it wasn’t as big of a deal as he made it out to be. Though she wasn’t exactly convincing herself with her empty promises. Her smile faltered for a moment, which she quickly corrected with a chuckle. “I’ll die, seriously? You’re being so dramatic. I won’t die so easily. Don’t you believe in your little sister?” she teased, pouting playfully.
It was partially true, at least, she knew it wouldn’t end in death if she dares to fail. But the real consequence was far greater, and it was looming over her head each day. It weighed on her chest, her mind, as if it was a chain she couldn’t break out of. To be killed in that battle would be the easy way out. Because the true punishment, to Navya, would be to let her family down and prove herself to be less than their expectations. She couldn’t hold back, there was no time to waste, and she knew that. “Look, whatever, if it makes you feel any better, I could even make up for it by training tonight,” she added, shrugging.
When Ezra spoke of disobeying their mother and taking a break for himself, Navya couldn’t hold back a laugh at his grin. He looked so proud of himself. She imagined their mother’s face shrouded in a shadow of disappointment, just the thought sending a chill down her spine. But when it came to her siblings, there was a little fun in watching them let their mother down, knowing she wasn’t in their place. “I’m surprised she was merciful enough to let you go.”
And then came the answer to her question about a party. As soon as Ezra widened his eyes, Navya felt a smirk playing at her lips. But she held back, staying silent in amusement as she waited to see his full reaction. There was a short pause, cut by his sharp voice. And that’s when it began, a stern lecture coming from Ezra, his words resembling their mother’s so closely. In reality what he said wouldn’t change the outcome. He likely knew it, and yet he insisted on lecturing her. Navya looked down at her nails as she listened, waiting until he was finished so she could give the answer she’d already decided on.
She glanced up as he ended it with a warning, giving him a look of are you done yet? In order to ease the tension, she softened her smile and sighed. “You worry too much, mom. It’s just the first day. If there’s any better time for a party, it’s now,” she replied, not even flinching at his cold gaze piercing through her. “What risk is gonna come out of a college party? If anything, it’d be free entertainment. A group of different supernaturals with free access to alcohol, as much as they can drink.” She leaned in, chuckling. “I wonder what would happen!”
Taking a step back, she crossed her arms. “Anyway, you have nothing to worry about when it comes to my safety,” she added in reassurance. “I’ll mainly be watching the chaos. I know better than to start conflict I can’t handle, especially with those angels,” she rolled her eyes. “And you’re free to come watch with me. You need to relax for once.”
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈.﹀﹀.-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈
He closed his eyes, anticipating the kiss, his lips gently puckering. Sylvia leaned in, mirroring his action, her eyes closing in anticipation. But just as their lips were about to meet, she abruptly pulled back, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Relax,” she teased, her voice laced with amusement. “I’m just playing with you.” With a playful wink, she caused the demonic dog to arch an eyebrow in amused surprise.
She chuckled, as she placed the cigarette back between her lips, taking a long drag before exhaling a plume of smoke. She tossed the pack of cigarettes into the demonic dog’s lap, the pack landing with a thud. “Pretty strong thighs huh?” she teased, as she looked away for a second before asking if he was new here, new to to this town and he gave a cryptic response. Sylvia let out a laugh, shaking her head. “Well, that’s very cryptic of you,” she remarked, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Really are a hellhound huh?” She said, recalling that numerous of hellhounds she had seen before were always so cryptic with their response, so angsty, and brooding and always quite fun to tease. “But I’m guessing that means you’re new, if I’m guessing right a freshman throwing to grow into his big boys pants, huh?” She questioned, arching a brow as she took another puff.
She sat down on the ground, feeling the dirt against behind her legs, dirt that at times sh would wish it would swallow her hole and take her to hell or heaven if vampires got to go to heaven, but on a more serious note, Sylvia was definitely going to hell for a lot of other reasons than being a vampire, and for some reason that made her chuckle. “Seen them?” She chuckled, “I’ve fcked a couple” She corrected, “All as angsty as the next, as moody but as fun. They are like werewolves without the smell or vibrant personality,” Sylvia had never been fond of the smell of werewolves nor their personality much. She stood up, dusting the dust from her clothes as she turned to him, dropping her cigarette on the ground and crushing it, “I was supposed to quit,” she muttered, “but I don’t feel like quitting.” She smiled at him. He had spoken, telling her that he had a feeling she was not easily forgotten herself, and she smiled, “I have a pretty face,” She shrugged, “People love them a pretty face. Sylvia Cortes” she introduces, “You?”
Caspian couldn’t help another chuckle, hearing how he listed every possibility aside from the obvious one. “Almost there. Come on, buddy, think. What else is half human, half fish?” he asked, pausing for a second before answering his own question. “Is it that hard to believe I’m a merman? You know we’re not just women, right?”
When Caspian asked whether he looked like he could lure people to their death, the man answered without missing a beat. Caspian’s eyes widened, taken aback by how assured he seemed. His smug smile faltered, his grip tightening around the edge of the boat as he listened to the stranger explain.
But it wasn’t long until he reached yet another far fetched conclusion.
“Hang on, what?” Caspian’s lips split into a grin, and a second after he burst out laughing. The tension seemed to fade from the air, as he pushed aside the worries that took over for a moment. “What!?” he repeated in disbelief, struggling to speak over his laughter. “I’m sorry, I… I can’t,” he paused, taking a deep breath. “Dude. Buddy. Pal. Please stop and listen to your own words for a second. You’re saying I’m trying to lure you because you’re attracted to me?” he asked, chuckling lightly. “I am not trying to lure you! If I were, you’d be in the water by now.” But despite his joking tone, he was relieved to know he wasn’t scaring the man.
“Sirens can have legs, too. You never know. You seem awfully familiar with illusions as well, I wonder why?” he smirked, leaning in closer again. “I know you’re the siren here. You can’t fool me either!” Though his tone sounded assured, Caspian was only half serious about his accusation. This interaction had proven to be more entertaining than he initially thought. “Come over here and prove it. Get in the water with me, I don’t bite.”
"I’ll die, seriously? You’re being so dramatic. I won’t die so easily. Don’t you believe in your little sister?” Navya had teased, pouting playfully.
His lips were sealed, and his eyes gazed at her deeply. No words came from his mouth for a while, his face completely unreadable. Ezra did not know how Navya would take it, how she would interpret his silence, and truthfully to be told, Ezra did not know how to interpret his own silence, but he knew it was quite uncomfortable.
Usually, Ezra was fond of silence, and he did not dislike this silence no matter how uncomfortable it sounded, and he knew that Navya was bound to break it soon- she always did, That girl is a talker, born without a zip in her mouth, his mother had once said to describe Navya, when she had heard her complaining about one of the training. At that time, Navya was still new to the family, she did not understand how they operated or why they operated the way they did, so Ezra had tried not to be too harsh on her, for after all she was bind to him and she was his younger sister.
“Everything is a game to you,” Ezra muttered with a sigh, breaking the silence. “Just, make sure to make your statement a reality.” Ezra had said, instead of ‘be careful, don’t die’ or a ‘it’s not a matter of believing or not believing, it’s a matter of safety’ as after all, Ezra was quite cynical, the son of military woman, and after the incident, whatever trace of a non-cynical Ezra had disappeared.
Besides, it was not yet time for sentimental acting and hugs and kisses flying here and there, Navya would live no matter what- she was right about that, she was not going to die so easily because she would not die, well that is, if mother dearest does not get drunk on power and forgets who she is fighting, that was unlikely to happen though and in an event of such a thing, Ezra would jump in and try to prevent it. “Would you actually?” Ezra asked skeptically, as Navya promised to make up for her lack of training tonight, “It’s your free day, you’ve always loved your free days” He told her, “Would you even remember to train? Don’t make empty promises.” He told his sister, shaking his head
The conversation had shifted to Navya speaking about him, about conversations with their mother, and how he’s training went, asking him if he got a break. Ezra had told her no, he did not get a break, he took a break, earning him a disapproval look from his mother who allowed it but did not say much Apparently, that had amused Navya for she began to laugh. “Mother is not tyrannical, she’s just complicated.” Ezra said at Navya’s surprise, “You will be surprise at-” Ezra paused, right, he was not supposed to tell her that, per mother’s request. “You shall be surprised by her.” He rephrased, his words very cryptic.
The conversation was going well enough, that was of course, until Navya had to speak about parties and Ezra’s emotional face became very expressive as his eyes widened and his brows furrowed, very obviously not amused absolutely not he had stated, knowing his words shall enter from one ear and go the other.
“Or never,” Ezra said, choosing to ignore the ‘mom’ comment, “We did not come here to party, and drink till our bellies cannot contain anymore, we came here to learn,” He lectured, his eyes turning cold at her. “You really think a group of different supernatural with free access to alcohol, is a good idea?” He asked her, quite shocked at the way she thought.
He thought that as the years passed, he shall get used to his sister’s weird habits, just like he had with Renee, but it seemed that he shall never understand his sister or most people in general. “A fight would happen, perhaps one of them would sneak off to the human world and cause trouble, or perhaps something worst could happen.” Supernaturals and excessive alcohol did not usually mix well and that was why Ezra rarely ever drank alcohol, for he saw alcohol for what it truly was- something poisonous to the mind
“I’m not coming with you, because you are not going anywhere but your dorm room,” Ezra told her, “You can get the relaxation through sleeping.” He offered.
You’re cordially invited to the Astral Academy Ball!
Join us for an enchanting evening of welcoming our new and returning students.
Date: Today!
Time: 7:00 PM onwards
Attire: Dress to impress in celestial elegance. Whether you adorn yourself in the shimmering hues of the Milky Way or the regal splendor of a celestial deity, let your attire be as enchanting as you!
Indulge in an evening filled with music, dance, and captivating conversations amidst the company of fellow scholars and luminaries. It promises to be an unforgettable affair where the boundaries between earth and sky dissolve.
With kind regards,
𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝒮𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓅𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒶 𝐿𝓊𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒶
Welcome esteemed students and distinguished faculty to the grand gala of the year, the Astral Academy Ball! Tonight, under the shimmering constellations, we gather as luminaries of knowledge and grace from every corner of our esteemed institution. Amidst the elegant décor and celestial ambiance, scholars, visionaries, and creatives converge, their attire rivaling the brilliance of distant stars. Perhaps we came to know and welcome back our friends yesterday but will tonight be the night where friends become more than friends or will friendships fall apart?
Nonetheless, welcome, one and all, to an evening of enchantment at the Astral Academy Ball!
