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- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ she would never forget how right this felt, to be in his arms and him in hers. how had two twenty something year olds who still were trying to figure out the world have found home in each other? aspen's heart found it in itself to begin to warm, the fire of what they felt for each other starting to seep through the cracks of ice. it wasn't as if she had suddenly begun to be cold but rather, she had willed herself to not feel so strong, the feelings dim but in that very moment, aspen knew she was going to be fine. she would have to. one of her hand slipped past his grasp, reaching up to cradle his face tenderly. "i know.. but i have to, silas. for myself," she chided slowly, begging in her tone. her thumb brushed over his cheekbone, memorizing his face with her sense of touch one last time. aspen willed every fiber of her body to know how he felt like, to keep it in the safe haven of her heart and throw the lock away. "you don't need me to say it.. you know i do." she soothed, dropping her hand from her face to hold his. "and i-", her lips parted to speak again, but the gentle february breeze that parted changed directions, picking up a sickly sweet odor on it's way. peaches. her hand flit to , holding back the bile that rose in as her stomach churned; god, she detested the smell of peaches.
- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ when he felt her begin to kiss him back, a tiny glimmer of hope shone through the cracks of their crumbling kingdom. silas kissed her with everything he had: his unspoken pleas, his inexplicable love for the things she baked for him, but most of all, he kissed her as if this were their last goodbye. and for a moment--just for a moment, it seemed as though everything was falling into place right where they should be. they belonged together as silas and aspen, aspen and silas. like the setting sun to the horizon, like the singsong birds in the trees. oh.. but it was known that those things, too, parted from one another most dreadfully, just like their lips were doing now. and that relucent glimmer of hope he had dimmed once more. no. no! she was supposed to stay. frantically, he reached for one of her hands and held her open palm there with both of his hands against his chest above his heart where every strum of his heartbeat echoed her name and only hers. "please don't say goodbye.. i want you, i need you here with me, chérie. i.. i love you. tell me you love me too," he breathed as he stared deep into her eyes, searching for anything that would let him know she still waded in the same colorful ocean of redamancy as he did.
- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ "even if you'll never speak to me again or look at me again or love me again." the irony that was this sentence. after tomorrow, she would not speak to him, nor look at him ever again. but love... yes, she wouldn't love him. but he was the air that she breathed, the joy of sharing poems of secret sonder together and more. by chiron's horse tail, he would always be more than the boy she loved. "i- i have to," she whispered, the flutter of her lash finally causing the tears to teeter dangerously over her tear duct. this was it, she would lose him forever now. she would have to let go; for his sake and more so, her own. "i can't be happy here anymore. or anywhere. but if i'm gone, maybe you will have a chance at being happy too and that's all i can g-" his mouth descended on hers at the same time her tears spilled over onto her cheeks. she tasted his lips, sweet just like she knew him to be but salty in the goodbye that hovered over them like a cloud of doom. aspen poured everything into the kiss, all the love she had and it was more than a kiss, one that would change things forever. it was every single well wish she had for him, every curse she wanted to yell. closing her eyes tight, she placed her hands on his chest, gently pushing him away. "adieux, silas."
- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ he meant it. he meant every word that came out of his goddamn mouth. before, he had lied to her. about not wanting a future with her. about not knowing what he wanted. but the truth was that he wanted her. her smiles, her laughter, her tears, her silliness and seriousness. her blushing cheeks. all of her. today. tomorrow. next week. next month. next year. for 's sake, he wanted her in his life forever, and it took the word of her leaving for his heart to shake himself from his stupor. silas stared down into her earthy, tear-brimmed eyes, and he wanted nothing more than to kiss those teardrops away the moment they'd trickled down. "i mean it. even if you'll never speak to me again or look at me again or love me again, i don't want you to go away from here.." his words were but a aching whisper, a soft plea as his once unyielding eyes welled with tears. for the first time, he allowed his pain to surface and for the first time, the fear of actually losing her scared him to death. when had he become so selfish? he was begging for her not to go. why couldn't she see? "how are you going to leave us behind? if you won't stay for me, then stay for the house elves. stay here and be happy, so i can be selfish and want you after you've long forgotten me." his lower lip quivered. he was trembling now, afraid that she was slipping away. that even if she was so close to him, she'd vanish into thin air at any given moment. before he could register what he was doing, his palm pressed against her flushed cheek, thumb brushing over her baby-soft skin like the time in the kitchen when he first touched her unexpectedly---but this time, he leaned in and kissed her first.
- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ he closed the distance between them, leaving just an inch away from their bodies. If Aspen leaned in further, she would be in his embrace again... and everything would be just right in the world. but she couldn’t do that, not now, not ever. so she made do with being able to feel his warmth one last time from where she stood, gaze boring into his own despite being filled to the brim with tears. “you don’t mean that, Silas.” she murmured, refusing to believe he even wanted to do anything with her— he’d explicitly said he didn’t want his future alongside hers. So why now? selfishly so. “Why do you want me to stay? We’re nothing anymore. Me staying will only hurt us more. Silas, please understand that I need to go.” The treacherous bastard that was her heart was screaming, wailing out of the pure pain that was heartbreak. Still, Aspen didn’t have the courage to listen to it. Not anymore. For the first time ever, she wanted to run away and maybe this is exactly what she was doing. From magic, from her family.. from him. “It is very selfish of you, yes. But it’s my time to be selfish now too. Can I bid you goodbye?”
- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ "because you matter to me, aspen." they were like fire and fire, both flames feeding the other, inciting both destruction and passion with their words. finally, his dark eyes found hers, stayed steady with hers as his feet took the liberty to close the short distance between their bodies. "no," he muttered in a sharp breath. a familiar acrasia slowly seethed through his features, jaw tightening as his breaths heavied from the emotions that brimmed within him. he was not angry at her. for the love of galloping gorgons, no. he was angry at himself, furious that he was the way he was. so incomplete and flawed for someone as benevolent as she. yet he wanted her so selfishly, disdainfully. "no, that's not what i want. what i want, is for you to be here. i want you to stay here with me. i don't want you to go where i can't see you." as terrified as he was, saying exactly what weighed on his heart, he spoke without tremor in his voice. for even if she no longer wanted anything to do with him, he wouldn't stop loving her. not even if the devil himself rose up from the depths of hells to set the world on fire and command him to give her up. not even if someone held a wand to him and threatened to erase every beloved memory he had of her, of them together. he knew his heart would still love her, even if her face was no longer a vivid canvas in his mind. "maybe that's selfish of me, but i don't give a flying . i want you here with me, aspen beaumont."
- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ Ask me why I’m leaving, ask me about my week and ask me what you can do to make it better, she thought to herself— the urge to go ahead and embrace him, to reassure him that they are fine or would be, and that she loved him surged through her once more. And Aspen found herself standing back on the balls of her feet, tethering herself to the spot as if an anchor. The sun cast a halo around her love’s frame, shadowing him in its light and somehow the picture was serene in its depression, just like how her heart was. Maybe she had cried too much, that at that very moment she had nothing but numbness to give. her tongue swiped out to lave at her bottom lip, wetting the parched flesh before she could speak again. “there’s no ‘but’, Silas.” Her tone was quiet, that of a coward’s. She’d ever do boldly proclaimed his love for him, as if she stood at the top of a mountain and screamed it so the world could know. but here she was, mousy. “Why does it matter no? I am leaving, and we don’t have to see other again. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ he finally lifted his head, meeting her eyes for a moment before they averted elsewhere. of course. she was right. "you're right.. i don't—you don't have to explain. i'm sorry," he apologized, his always stoic face now unable to hide the suffering he felt inside. his eyes were filled with a shade of blue that spoke of hopelessness and regret, and silas couldn't bear to look into aspen's eyes so boldly as though he was detached. she didn't have to tell him why she was going. he didn't have a right to know or ask. he was the one who wanted to end things, so why was he so keen on knowing her reasons? maybe she had finally let him go, moved on from him--as quick as it was. for her to have a better future, maybe her leaving was what would give her that future. that was what he wanted for her. he couldn't go and mess it all up now by letting himself go to her, by saying all the things he'd been longing to say. the words he get barred up in his chest with so much restraint that it felt as though one day, some day it would all come pouring out, swallowing his sanity whole like a flood. he knew better than to cross the line. his mind knew better than to cross the line. "but." but his heart had always been the rebel it was when it came to her. no matter how many times he tried to get his heart to listen to his mind, it never worked. it turned away and refused to be held down by laws and rules alike. "but you're leaving tomorrow, aspen. if it's because of me, because i said we can't be together, how am i supposed to just accept you leaving when i know it was because of me?"
- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ for a quick moment, between the span of a breath to the next, aspen contemplated staying. but just as soon as the idea posed, bile rose from her stomach, threatening to overrun. clearing , in an attempt to push it down, she raised her head, finally able to look at him. Hellfire on Olympus, he was gorgeous; she’d always said he rivaled the statues of angels that littered the muggle city of the Vatican and so forth, but at that very moment, he looked like his entire world had come crashing down. A god who mourned. And her heart broke furthermore. “tomorrow,” she affirmed, speaking it into existence. her hands flit out of her pocket, fingers finding each other and unconsciously, the pad of her thumb found her ring finger, tracing the thin red line over it. what was the point, when their red string of fate had been cut? taking a deep breath, albeit on a trembling gasp, she shook her head. “I don’t think I should explain.. I’m sorry.”
- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ for a moment, everything around him disappeared, faded into the background as his focus was solely hers. he was at the edge of his seat, anticipating, waiting for her to say the word. no. no. no. no. she wasn't leaving. she couldn't be. it wasn't true. oh, but it was. his eyes closed, dark brows knitting together in defeat, in anguish. he didn't want to believe it. he refused to. this is a dream, and you need to wake up, silas. but when was the last time he slept long enough to dream? he couldn't remember. "tomorrow," he whispered, almost a question, but it was more as though he were wishing tomorrow away so that it never came. they had less than a day left. and yet they stood facing each other like this, apart as if she weren't his sun and he, her moon. as if the red string that inked both of their fingers was nothing but an invisible thread that meant nothing, even though it meant everything. "why," he said quietly at first, his face falling to the floor, eyes still closed. no longer able to look at aspen as she did. "why?" the question sounded louder from his chest. "why are you leaving from here? is it because of me?"
- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ don’t say my name, don’t talk to me, don’t come so close, she wanted to scream at him. don’t pretend as if you feel anything too. she wanted to yell. but maybe, in that fraction of a moment, he knew at least an ounce of the pain she went through. aspen wanted to tell him about what her entire month was like, about how she was leaving not for him but for herself, about her family and more importantly, how she loved him still with her very soul. but the words died on her tongue, merely an inaudible whimper. so he’d heard. and it was like their kingdom came crashing down again. She nodded. “Yes..” the murmur was shaky, small and mousy— by dear Hestia, she was actually leaving. “Tomorrow.” It felt too soon. And just yesterday, she was wishing the day was sooner. Oh, the irony.
- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ "no. no, you're not impo--you don't have to go, aspen. i--" he stepped closer to her. one step, then two, his voice growing quiet as their proximity brought her flushed cheeks into his view. those flushed cheeks he longed to reach out to hold, to soothe with pillow-soft kisses, to brush away the sorrow that tainted their innocence. those cheeks that no laws in love would allow for him to witness from a close distance ever again. she refused to look at him again, just like their accidental encounter in the kitchen. aspen's head never lifted once to see the pain in his eyes. maybe if she did, she'd see right through him like all the other times before. it was clear that he longed for her in the way he looked upon her as though she were the only one for him. because she was. in the same way elizabeth was to darcy, aphrodite to ares. she held his heart in her hands, and she barely knew it. "i wanted to ask you something because i heard it from Kaladin, but i want to hear it directly from you." his hands fell to his side as he watched her in her sad little bubble. would he believe it even if she said it from her own mouth? "is it.. is it true that you're leaving hogwarts?"
- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ her entire existence began to itch, to go ahead and tackle him to the ground and latch on so that she never let go. she hated how easily her resolution fell when it came to him but by now, it was too late. she couldn't be the aspen he knew. or maybe even loved. he didn't love her. her gaze fell from his visage, finding the toes of her boots with confidence that she could speak to him without meeting his gaze. for it was his eyes she was most scared of; she knew, just like he would, that if he stared at her, he would see how much she still stupidly yearned for him, despite the sadness that washed over in waves of immense sorrow. sniffling, she shoved her hands into her coat pocket, fingers bunched into a fist. "i-i came to see the sunset.. i can leave if you want. i wouldn't want to impose"
- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ when she gasped, he almost didn't hear it, the voice in his head louder than the ticking of the wheels and pinions. he thought it someone else, perhaps a curious younger year coming to join him in mulling over their inner turmoil the same. the words "i'm sorry" died on his tongue when he lifted his stern gaze from the floor and found the one he had been thinking of standing right in front of him, in full flesh and seraphic presence. Seeing her there stunned him, locked him in place as though time stood still. How funny it was that whenever he found himself thinking of her, she appeared in one way or another. Whether it was a piece of her she had left behind with him or herself alone, Silas was never prepared, no matter how many times he repeated to himself that this was their reality, and he had to wake up from the surprises. The Ravenclaw male swallowed down the hesitation that clawed at his throat. He saw the tears in her eyes and despite trying to convince himself that Aspen was not going to leave from here, his faith was shaken. It crumbled with the sight of her glistening eyes, and the weary expression on his face softened into a question. "Aspen.. what are you doing here?"
- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ lesser than a day and she would be gone from here- from the magic walls that had somehow become familiar, from her friends and most importantly, him. what was once home didn't feel like it anymore, a set of cold iron barriers against what she fought to call hers once more. alas, nothing remained for her here. since ending things with the man she once called hers, things had taken a turn in her own life and as it has always been, aspen fought it alone. oh, how she wished he was there with her! she shook her head, ridding her mind of thoughts about him. she feared that if she let her mind wander too much, her traitor heart would urge her to stay; she couldn't. in an attempt to clear her mind, she found her steps mounting the tower to the rooftop, a safe haven for the most part. this was where things had began, after all. the door pushed open, her coat wrapped tightly around her as she approached the rail, gaze fixed on the dusk-tinged horizon. so she saw sunsets instead of dawns? the thought itself made it easy for her eyes to fill with tears, threatening to spill in incessant rivers. she couldn't. not now. not when she had a resolute- a gasp spilled past her lips as she turned away to leave, barely moments after she'd come. there he was, in front of her in all his gloom. she itched to approach him, wiping that foul scowl away. but she couldn't.
- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ His footsteps echoed through the empty corridor as he paced to and fro, brows furrowed, clearly in deep thought. In the clock tower, he was safe to think in peace—as much as peace was hard to come by lately, it seemed. The gears and inner workings of the clock rotated in circles like the questions he ruminated over in his mind again and again, confused as to what decision he would have to make to know the truth of her leaving. Silas was told earlier that day that Aspen was leaving from Hogwarts and transferring to Beauxbatons. Impossible. He thought at first but as the possibility ripened, of her truly leaving from where they first came to know each other, loved each other, the fear ate him up inside like a slow death. Maybe he would send her a message, a letter--no, a letter would get to her too late. Maybe he could find her and ask her. But with a thousand of his peers filtering through the halls? He couldn't. Or maybe.. just maybe, she'd find him and tell him, reassure him that the rumors were false. That she wasn't going anywhere. And that despite what had become of them, of their broken relationship, she was staying here with him.
- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ he was praying for her to say yes. yes, she still wanted her things. so he could wait for her, quietly but loudly, hoping that his willingness to stay and wait for her to finish would somehow let her know that he still cared for her deeply, irrevocably. but she turned him down, and he could only nod, pretending as though her response didn't send a swallowing wave of affliction through him. "alright then.." silas replied in a soft tone. "i guess i'll uh.. be going then. good luck with the baking. oh--and thank you again. for letting me have the pies." he gave her one last wistful look then stepped away to leave her, once again.
- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ she watched, never meeting his eyes as he began stuffing peach pies on a napkin, fighting the urge to hand him a tupperware so he could easily save them for later too. but why should she, she meant nothing anymore, right? she shouldn't care about what he put in his body, wanting to know if he had proper meals and so on. she bit down on her tongue, holding back the questions about his day: had he drank enough water, had he slept properly, did he want her to make him a sandwich? on aphrodite's white toe nails, she shouldn't care! but she did. she sighed when he said her name, her heart fluttering in her chest like that treacherous bastard it was. "oh," she murmured, busying her hands with anything- her fingers found the second basket of fruits, the bananas ripe and taut under her fingertips. "you can throw them if you'd like. i don't think i need them." i don't think i could have anything that has your essence on it now, is what she wanted to say more.
- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ happiness surged in his chest at her response, and it was almost as if everything was okay again. almost. but not quite. "thanks," silas muttered. he reached over to grab a napkin then began to carefully pile a modest amount of the overcooked pies onto it. after doing so, he stuffed them into the pocket of his robe. truth was, he wanted to eat them right then and there, but he thought otherwise--even though his stomach ached to be filled...as did his heart. she was so close to him yet seemed so far with the way she didn't bother to lift her head to look at him properly. what he'd give to be graced once more with the world, the stars, the glowing sun inside her eyes. his hands itched to reach over and take hers in his, to stop her in the midst of what she was doing so he could turn her around to face him. but that would defeat his goals to keep her happy in the long run. he couldn't do that. "aspen.." he trailed off, attempting to conjure up a reason, an excuse to spend just a little more time with her. even if their hearts were miles apart. "since we're already here.. i still have some of your things. if you want them, that is. i can wait until you're done here."
- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ she hadn't intended for her tone to come out as it did- harsh and cold and so unlike her usual self that it took her aback. so when she realized, she offered the house elf a sad but apologetic smile, one that met her eyes for a variety of reasons albeit not her soul poured into it. it was more so the sound of the term of endearment he'd given her, oh how she ached to be called that again. blinking rapidly to clear her eyes of the tears- really, she didn't think she had moisture left to cry anymore, she nodded. "they're not very good. and they will be soggy soon. take them if you want." she wanted to say more but things were not the same anymore.
- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ "you're welcome." the smell of the pies worked its magic on his stomach and suddenly the appetite he didn't have just moments ago vanished, replaced with the urge to grab one of them and stuff it into his mouth as he had done a million times in the past. but it would be rude to do it. things were not the same anymore, and he sighed inaudibly in despondency. silas watched her for another second or so. aspen was visibly different. the look on her face dull, lilted voice falling flatter than naan. "don't take it out on him. he was just delivering them to you, chér--i mean, aspen." his gaze fell on the house elf, the latter looking rather apologetic. "if you're going to throw these out, can i have them instead?"
- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ no matter how much she willed her body to move -away from this man- she couldn’t. somehow, aspen had been anchored there and she begged with every fiber of what she had left to move. Alas, her heart weighed heavier than anything. If she couldn’t leave, maybe he would. He remained on his spot too. her jaw tightened visibly, her hand reaching for the basket of pies placed down. “thank you.” despite how resolute she’d been, her voice was tiny. and it’s morose tone, one could figure how lackluster she felt. looking down at the treats in front of her, she picked one piping hot pie up, breaking it into two only to sigh, chucking it back onto the basket. “They’re overdone,” she murmured to the house elf, casting a sideways glance to him— by zeus’s blue balls, why could she not even think of his name?! “I’m going to go make another batch again.”
- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ silas stared at the peach inside of his hand, wondering once again if it was another cruel act of fate. as much as he tried to forget aspen by throwing himself into his studies and adhering to his long list of responsibilities, he found little pieces of her sprinkled in everything he did, reminding him of the pain he tried so hard to avoid. he didn't need it when he had tasks piled high. just as he was about to set the fruit back into the bowl, he heard a familiar voice and raised his head, eyes seeking the owner to the milky sweet french cadence. was he hearing things now? was she bound to haunt him forever no matter how hard he tried to rip himself free from their bittersweet memories? alas, it was not. he picked himself off of the counter he was leaning on and found her standing there on the other side of the wall, her back to him. turn back around and leave, he told himself. /now/. but the longer he watched her, every cell in his body cried, yearned to make himself known to her. as much as he hated it, tried to fight it, his heart lurched out to her. it knew who it belonged to. quietly, silas set the peach back then with a small smile, took the basket of pies from the impatient house elf, setting it down on the counter beside aspen. "the pies. she was trying to give them to you."
- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ she had to keep herself busy, habitually putting her into such a motion of actions so her mind didn’t grow restless from the billion and one thoughts that ran through it. nights had become something she detested, the aloof quietness of having nothing to focus on deafening. no matter how much she studied and so on, it didn’t quite register. so she picked herself after dinner, heading to the kitchens for what had always been therapy: baking. she knew, or thought so, she would be safe there. dinner had been a spectacle, especially at the ravenclaw table; she’d tried to be chipper despite the slight bloodshot gaze and the tired plumpness of her cheeks. but she’d made do with a bit of makeup, covering up the dark circles and so on. It was strange but it would have to do. and just like how it was tough to throw herself into her hobby, she made do: nothing could uplift her like a peach hand pie. her flour stained hand made a reach for the peach she was supposed to be peeling, finding nothing but other fruits. huh? “Mirabelle, did you see my pea- oh,” she’d turned around, in search for one of the kitchen elves. Alas, her gaze fell onto someone she didn’t particularly want to see. Not because she detested him. No, not at all— but more so that her will to be okay faltered and she began to yearn for him again. Aspen willed herself to look away from him, sure that her resolve would fall by the minute but she was rooted in place even when the elf she was speaking to handed her a basket full of pies.
- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ before he had even realized it, silas found himself walking into the kitchen. no particular purpose. he wasn't even hungry, despite not having eaten his fill at dinner. soon students would be ushered off to their beds, and silas would have to patrol the castle once again as he did every single night. those times were usually times where he would ponder over thoughts that had been postponed throughout the day. but lately, it seemed to him that even those periods of time was not enough for him to mull over everything that happened this past week. his mind was in such a disarray that he found it difficult to focus during lessons more than usual. and if anyone were lurking the dark halls at night, they might've slipped by unaccounted for. silas watched as the house elves went about cleaning up dinner; his hand reached into a nearby fruit bowl while he observed them, grabbing at random as to not raise questions from the elves about his being there. when he brought the fuzzy fruit into his line of sight, he nearly threw it back into the bowl out of annoyance. a goddamn ing peach.
- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ the moment it happened, aspen began regretting it all— regretting opening to ask for more, regretting how her heart and soul yearned for him regardless of situation. but most of all, she regretted not having the guts enough to fight him to stay. it was so wrong, everything was. she felt cold in her heart, void of emotion and worse, love and they both knew how much she hated the cold. and she hated him leaving so much more. her hands folded into fists, curled into her own lap as a refrain from reaching for him. the kiss— god, the kiss broke her more. she didn’t think it be possible, to wish the emotion that radiated from such a simple action was something entirely different. she wanted his kisses then, more than anything. but he left, her room as cold as her heart was, rid of any warmth that he’d brought her. and suddenly, she was just aspen, no one’s peach or ray of sunshine.
- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ the words he wanted to say to her, the words that would give her one last firework show the sincerity of his love for her, were barred by the plethora of promises he couldn't and didn't keep. if she couldn't have sunrises with him, she'd have sunsets with another, someone who was worthy of witnessing the sunlight in her eyes, in her smile. how dark the days ahead would be without her. how quiet the concerto in his heart will be without ceol a chroí. silas finally tilted his head up, eyes ready to meet hers but instead, he was met with her lifeless compliance. and it induced him in a state of perturbation. his heart squeezed terribly in his chest as though someone had reached inside and wished to make it stop beating. the agony was too much to take. his hands began trembling again, and he stuffed his wand away as he stood up from the ground. it was over now. why did he feel disappointment? in himself, in her. this was what he wanted, right? he should say something, anything. but nothing came out. his voice would shake, the rhythm of his breaths already shallow. he couldn't let her hear that. so he swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded slowly, surely. "okay," he breathed. it was his goodbye. for now, saying goodbye felt wrong. this parting held nothing of good byes. before he grabbed his things and quietly left her room, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of her head, silently wishing upon her eternal blessings. for a kiss was never truly just a kiss, unless it was the one in the dictionary.
- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ the cuts on her feet didn’t hurt— not as much as the itch in her palms to make a mad grab at him in search for safety, not as much as the knot in her stomach or the bile that had risen in her stomach from nervousness. aspen stayed still as she let him work on her wounds; she had begun excelling at her charms even with her adepte in potions and dueling but maybe in a way, just like he fixed the cuts, he would fix the broken hearts too. she could only hope- pray. For them to forget this horrible night, for them to move on together yet what they both failed to do was to realize what each other meant for themselves.

what fools they were, fate shook her head as she looked down at them. whatever happened to promises not being made without confidence to uphold? surely, her sister karma had more in mind.

Aspen closed her eyes shut the moment the question was posed, head hanging low— she had experienced heartbreak before but it had been nothing like this. This— it was a soul’s torment in having it’s matching piece ripped away, it was the cry of a love that reached the skies but fell with one poke. and more. Always more. Had he really begun unloving her? She had wanted to try, to understand him in ways he wanted to be known and maybe she had— but truth be told, he was still a mystery to her. Even if she loved mysteries like anything. She didn’t have the confidence to speak, to tell him not to do so, to yell at him for being a coward or to even beg for him to stay. so she simply nodded without an ounce of confidence, praying he would do the opposite.
- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ overflowing aggravation melted away, replaced with worry and deep concern for her open, bleeding wounds. even with his chest heaving, rising up and down from the intensity of their dispute, he moved quick. now that she realized what she had done unconsciously, she would feel the aftermath, the sharp pain that perhaps hurt more or less than the uncertainty of their relationship, of their future together. silas knelt down on the floor in front of her after she sat down, careful not cut himself with the glass. dews of blood seeped from the incisions on the sole of her feet. how could they have been so caught up in their emotions like fools? whether they were fools in love or just plain fools who hid their personal suffering from each other, from the person whom they confided in the most, who would have known? maybe they were both kinds of fools. fools who loved each other with everything they had in them, but fools who were way too foolish and blind to notice that they were more than just lovers. ", aspen. how could you not have felt the pain? did it not ing hurt?" though he tried to show his concern, his words were coarse, low voice still filled with bitterness. "once is not--let me do it." he pulled his wand out, slowly tracing the wooden tip over the wounds as he repeated the spell thrice. the first to slow the bleeding; the second to heal the cuts, and the third to fully restore the broken skin. as good as she was with dueling, healing spells were his forte. "episkey." he could repair her physical injuries. eliminate the pain. but if she asked him to mend her broken heart, her shattered dreams, or if she asked for him to give her back her love and her time he felt he had so cruelly wasted-- he didn't know how. silas wanted to be with her in every sense of the word. to witness infinite sunrises, to devour her precious baked treats, to wake up every morning with her inside his arms. perhaps he did want her forever in the same way that she wanted him. everything began and ended with aspen. the future didn't make sense without her in it. but even then. he barely even knew himself. something inside of him was changing, shifting. and if it were for the worse, he didn't want to drag her down with him. no. he couldn't do that to her. she deserved someone who knew what they wanted. someone to be her steady hand to hold when things were rough. and he was none of those things. "ceol mo chroí.." he whispered, gaze downward, not daring to look her in the eyes-- frightened that if he did, she'd see right through him. he knew that she would. "should we just.. stop trying so hard? we're both so tired, and we barely understand each other anymore."
- ❛ ʀ ❜:aspen beaumont。⁰³ 3 years ago
@- ❛ ʀ ❜:silas ciarán。⁰⁴ by everything she had, in all the stars in the universe and more- please do not let them crumble to pieces like this. aspen had never been much of a believer in a higher entity, finding it in herself to trust what fate put in one's path but at that very moment, she prayed fervently to whoever was listening: she did not want to lose him. the air she breathed, the sunrise of her mornings and so much more than that. words evade her when it came to describe her feelings for him, but she remembered describing him to Nana Beaumont as an equal- someone who walked step and step with her, regardless where the path took them. But here they were, on very different ones, so close yet so far away.

"DO YOU THINK ME SUCH A FOOL THAT I WOULD ASK YOU TO HAVE CHILDREN WHEN WE HAVEN'T TALKED ABOUT OUR TOMORROWS? HOW DENSE DO YOU THINK I AM?" she yelled back, matching his tone and loudness- at the back of her mind, she wondered if people heard them and snickered at how the honeyed cocoon of the two Ravenclaws had broken. surely, just like in her own soul, an ounce of remorse would be present somewhere. even in him, right? his curse snapped her out of her inner ramblings, hand reaching up to wipe her eyes as she looked down too. when did she- oh, the broken glass. had she become numb to physical pain? surely, for her heart's pain was too much to bear. "i- vulnera sanentur," she murmured under her breath, feeling a sting on the palm of her feet as it began healing, slowly but surely. she sat down away from the mess of blood, beginning to gingerly pick the glass shards from her skin. she flinched visibly, a surge of pain bursting through her body- she could feel. she didn't know if she ought to thank heavens for it or not. "i'll be fine." she spoke after a moment, blankly staring at her bloody but glass-free foot. exhaustion was quick to crash over her, her shoulders slouching into a slump.

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s 2 years ago
So...
wonholic 2 years ago
got my bg ready now... ahah... rubs hands
preciosa 2 years ago
ohmygod- my hose ;;u;;
vanitas 2 years ago
:eyes: at announcement
ubebread 2 years ago
respectfully staring at the latest announcement!! o.o
venitempus 2 years ago
am I dreaming rn? I will sob, I am not joking.
breedable 2 years ago
O O
SeHYUNG 2 years ago
Stares at the announcement
MaleWifey 2 years ago
is raven deleted or deactivated? ;u;
hippie 2 years ago
hey there ^^'
i'd really, really love to join but first i gotta know-
i can only play , is that okay? my brain just won't let me do straight things...? ;;
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