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Post by pandora evelyn hearth on Apr 2, 2013 21:45:42 GMT
  Nothing. It was all she felt. There was no anger, no despair just... nothing. He was gone. Her eyes flickered around the house. Memories flooded her mind. The little things that had went on. Forcing him to cuddle on the sofa and watch a shitty movie. The weird looks he gave her as he watched her dancing around the kitchen as she made breakfast. That time her favourite song came on the radio and she'd made him dance with her. That's all they were now. Memories. Never would they happen again. She couldn't stand it. Her legs started running before her mind even registered that she needed to leave.
Her long legs carried her to the stables in a matter of seconds. Not caring about any saddle or bridle, she led Diablo out and mounted. Weaving her fingers into his ebony mane, with a squeeze of her thighs she made him go. The trot sped up into a canter until the horse was galloping across the fields. She needed to get away from that house.
She hugged the horse as he led the way. Hearing a bark, Pandora made the horse stop. Hades. The dog caught up. Dismounting, she scooped the puppy into her arms. As soon as they were on the horse, they were moving once more. This time, at a walk as they went down the streets of the city. Grief tore through the witch as she leant forward and rested her head on the horses neck, the puppy still cradled in her arms. Her eyes shut as she let everything that had just happened truly register in her mind.
He had left her. She'd gone into.the house and it had been different. Oh, so different. His things were no longer in his closet. She'd gone downstairs. Expecting it to be some kind of trick. A joke. She reached the basement. Many of the experiments had vanished. Her heart had practically exploded in her chest. She tried to cling onto something. Anything. Her eye had caught onto a sheet of paper. He'd made a list of elements. Chemistry.
It hadn't been right. Neon. Vanadium. Erbium. Miss a line. Fluorine. Oxygen. Rhenium. Germanium. Tellurium. Miss a line. Iodine. Miss a line. Lutetium. Vanadium. Miss a line. Yttrium. Oxygen. Uranium. Miss a line. Fluorine. Oxygen. Rhenium. Vanadium. Erbium. Her mind instantly began working. She scrawled the symbols for these elements down on the paper. Ne. V. Er. F. O. Re. Ge. Te. I. Lu. V. Y. O. U. F. O. Re. V. Er. Tears had filled her eyes. Never forget, I love you, forever.
A strangled sob escaped her throat. No longer would she see him. No longer could she hug him, kiss him... It was all over. Seven months. After seven months and twelve days. She had lost him. The greatest thing to happen to her. The one thing that had saved her. Saved her from losing herself - and now it had gone.
What would become of the witch? She felt suicidal. She wished that death would come to her. And fast. It was the only way to make the pain stop. This overwhelming agony that he had left her in. It had consumed her whole body. Every single inch of her hurt.
The horse stopped and the dog jumped out of her arms. Looking up, she saw the school building. Northvale Academy. Her home. She drew her fingers out of the horse's mane. A ring caught the light. A promise. A promise that had been broken. In a wave of anger, she pulled the ring from her finger. Throwing it into the sky, she used her Shield to crush the object. The band could not stand the weight of her magic as it collapsed but the diamonds... The strongest things in the world did not break even under magic.
She slid from the horse's back as she watched the broken ring drop to the ground. A heavy weight filled the place her heart should have been. Her knees buckled as she fell to the ground. A cry escaped her mouth as her eyes stung. Hot tears almost burned as they ran down her cheeks. She didn't care if anyone could see her. The witch - once so strong - was broken now. Her heart had been torn from her chest. The tears flowed so freely as she cried. Sobs escaping her as her body convulsed.
She didn't know how long she'd stayed there. The sobs and tears flowing from her, but her head was pounding as she curled up into the fetal position on the ground, his note still grasped so firnly in her hand. Her puppy lay by her side and her horse was standing by her. They were her protectors now. She struggled for breath as her throat felt so raw. She felt as if she'd never speak again. Not that she wanted to.
Life wasn't worth living anymore. Why should she speak. Get up. Drink or eat. Sleep. She would give up it all. Just laying here. On the cold, evening ground. Shivers wracked through her thin frame but she did not feel the cold. It was nothing compared to the ice that had spread through her body. The ice that couldn't numb the hurt. Tears still flowed from her eyes. The only warmth she felt was from the salty droplets running down her cheeks. If the world opened and swollowed her whole she would be thankful. There was nothing to live for anymore.
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Post by bree on Apr 2, 2013 23:22:53 GMT
 This well and truly sucked. Ever since she found out that she would be working with some of the sweetest guys in the world, her own boyfriend included, Bree was finding it harder and harder to find the opportunity to be honest with Zachariah about her standing with work. Whether or not she would be coming back. Which she wanted to, she desperately did. But how could she, when so many different things could go wrong for her? There wasn't a way that she could ever muster up the courage to do it, as stupid as that made her feel. But she couldn't say anything at the same time, which just made her feel worse.
She was on her way back from the Springs, after having used he powers to her limit to try and calm herself down. It'd worked, but it'd also fatigued her. If she had used them anymore than she had, there was no doubt that she wouldn't be able to make it back to the academy and would have ended up passing out in the shallows of the pool. She needed some of the energy to get back to her dorm room, in which she intended to just sleep it off for a while. Laziness, although an unattractive trait, was just part of who the faerie was. She couldn't help it. ...Okay, maybe she could. And, yes, maybe she was being just a little hypocritical here. But that hardly mattered; she had an excuse.
As she wandered back from the woods, tired but in a perceptibly better mood than she had been previously, she couldn't help but feel something was wrong. She didn't know what it could be, or why she felt like that... but she couldn't help it. Something felt wrong. The soft, serene smile that had been on her face transformed into a confused, worried frown as she walked onward, toward the academy, toward home. She quickened he pace slightly. If something was wrong, she wanted to be back in time to help in any way that she could.
And, when she was about a minute's walk away from the main building... she heard the cry of a familiar voice. Before she even knew what she was doing, what was wrong, the flaxen girl was running. Because that cry, that heartbroken cry, was the cry of her best friend.
It didn't take long for her to see Pandora, her reckless, strong-willed, carefree friend, curled up on the ground with sobs convulsing her body. Panic immediately surged through her, rising high in a wave in her body. This was not good. To say the least. Something had gone terribly, terribly wrong; this witch didn't cry. And if something had gone as wrong as Bree thought it had... then would Pandora even be able to pick herself back up? If she couldn't... what then? So many questions, too many questions, just from taking one look at her.
As quickly as possible, Bree was over by the girl's side. She didn't speak. She didn't have to. Words of comfort were probably the last thing that the witch wanted to hear. Bree wouldn't bother saying that it was okay, because it quite clearly wasn't. All she did was push Pandora's hair out of her face as she cried and, when she realized how cold she probably was because of the rapidly decreasing temperature, draped her own jacket over the witch's small frame. She;d just let her cry it out some, until she felt ready to answer some of the questions that Bree had. There was no rush, though; the teen could wait.
 Outfit: Clicky! Tagged: Panneh Notes: *FOREVER SOBBING* (m'tired so sorry it kinda sucks)Lyrics: Stuck On You by Paramore
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Post by pandora evelyn hearth on Apr 3, 2013 6:55:01 GMT
Her life was over. Everything. Her whole world had been torn from her grasp, leaving nothing for her to live for anymore. The tears flowed. She didn't think she'd ever be able to stop crying. What was the point? Why should she get up? Live her life? He was gone. She held onto his note tighter. He loved her. That's what it had said. But if he loved her so, why would he leave? She didn't believe the message. Though, she couldn't bring herself to let it go.
Footsteps. Someone was out there. Close to her. Hades let out a whine. As if telling the stranger to help. Pandora didn't want help. She wanted to stay here. Forever curled up, praying for death. A hand brushed the hair out of her face. No wonder Hades was asking for help. The stranger was her best friend. Bree. Somehow, in the presence of someone else, her tears came quicker. She sobbed, her whole body shaking.
A jacket was placed over her freezing frame. For that, Pandora was thankful. It released a comforting warmth but it couldn't slow the tears. Hades burrowed himself into her side so she hugged him. The puppy wouldn't leave her. Another cry left her throat.
Her eyes, red, bloodshot and swollen, flickered up to look at her friend. The make-up that the witch wore was ruined but she didn't care. Her whole world was crashing down around her. She opened her mouth, gasping for air, as she tried to speak. She knew she'd have to tell her but.. Then it'd be true. She was still clinging to the hope that this wasn't happening. That this was all a horrible nightmare.
She would wake up any second now. Wake up next to him. And she'd tell him of her nightmare and he'd hug her. He'd tell her that he would never leave. He would tell her that he loves her. Everything would be okay. She would be happy again. But no. Everything was too real. She knew that she was in reality. The pain that filled her entire body was what made her know. You don't ever hurt in dreams.
She looked to Bree. Opening her mouth again, she cleared her throat. Even the coughs were broken and stuttered. "H-he's g-g-gone" was all she could say. Her voice was hoarse, and as soon as those words left her lips a torrent of pain washed over her. She cried. Screams of pain, heartbreak, left her lips. She was alone now. She had nothing left to lose.
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Post by bree on Apr 3, 2013 9:38:32 GMT
There was only so much that a healer could do. No matter how much that they wished that they could do more, they couldn't. You would go to a healer when you had an illness or a broken bone, and they would help you as best as they could. There were several charlatans in the world those promising cures to all illnesses of the body and mind. But Bree, herself a healer, knew that they had boundaries, limits. She had healed Pandora several times in the past, broken bones that came with her violent tendencies. But this? She couldn't heal it, no matter how much she wanted to. Because this wasn't a broken bone.
It was a broken spirit, a broken heart, a broken person.
Bree couldn't even begin to imagine what the witch on the ground in front of her was beginning to feel, and she wasn't even sure she wanted to. It was obviously tearing her apart, slowly and painfully. She dreaded to think what had happened that would make Pandora feel this way. Because, well, the rate at which the sobs left her body concerned the blonde. It was, not only horrible to watch, but used up Pandora's energy faster, meaning that she would tire and lose consciousness easier. Bree didn't really feel like carrying her friend inside, and doubted that she was strong enough to, despite being stronger than the witch.
Hades caught her attention then. The little, black, German Shepherd puppy whined incessantly, seemingly to her. It was as if he was telling her to help, which of course, she would. She didn't need to be told twice. With one hand still stroking her friend's hair carefully, she reached out the other hand and scratched the dog carefully behind the ears. "Shh, Hades," she murmured softly to the dog. "It's okay. I'll do what I can." And she really would. She didn't know if Pandora had heard her say that, but she didn't mind. Either way, she would still help.
She carefully lifted the witch's head off of the cold ground, and onto her lap, ineffectually wiping away the tears streaming down her face. She still didn't speak, just waited. Her friend would tell her when she was ready to tell her. ...And tell her, she did. Pure, unbridled shock ran through the faerie's system as she just sat, processing what she had just been told. He's gone. Surely not... no, that'd never... they were engaged! He didn't... no, he couldn't have...
Her shock very quickly divided into two separate parts. The first was a horrid, burning rage. How dare he! He had the nerve to propose, give the witch a happy life to look forward to, and then walk away from it all? Just the very thought of it made her angry beyond comprehension; it took all she had not to go find him and tear his fucking heart right out of his chest, just like he had done to her best friend, her best friend. She knew that Pandora wouldn't hesitate to do the same if Ethan... no, she didn't want to go there right now. That was irrelevant.
The other half, however, shared Pandora's grief. Well, not nearly to the intensity that she was feeling it, of course. This was just a portion of the pain that Pandora must have been feeling. And, if it hurt Bree to think about it... then what the hell could it possibly have done to her bold, courageous friend? She couldn't even dream about it. All that she knew was that she had to be there for her. She had to help her in any way possible. Starting now.
She pushed a little more of her hair away from her ear, and whispered softly "Shh. Come on... I think we should go inside. If you want. I don't really want you freezing to death." She unimposingly offered a hand to her friend, both for something to just hold onto, and to help her up if she so wanted. She would take Pandora inside, let her cry, and most importantly of all, help her in any way that she needed. That's what Bree was there for. To help.
Outfit: Clicky! Tagged: Panneh Notes: *FOREVER SOBBING*Lyrics: Stuck On You by Paramore
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Post by pandora evelyn hearth on Apr 5, 2013 20:52:40 GMT
She could hear Bree’s words to Hades and the witch just felt numb. She’d do what she could. The witch didn’t think anything would actually help her anymore. No. It was all just... gone. Every shred of hope, every little thing that kept her going, everything that she loved, that she clung onto with everything she had. It was all just, dead to her now. She didn’t care. Not anymore. What was the point in going on when the one thing you loved the most left you.
Pandora knew her head was being lifted, placed in the lap of the fae, but she couldn’t feel it. The pounding in her head clouded her senses. Sobs were still racking through her body when she told her friend what had happened. The one thing she really didn’t want to admit. He’d gone. Left her. And what did she have to show for it? A note. A single note saying that he loved her. Like that made a difference. He was gone. His love was not worth a thing, not unless he was there.
She craved him so desperately now. How she needed him to just appear. See her like this and call her stupid for believing he’d left. He’d laugh, but he’d also care. He would feel guilty. She knew it. They’d go back to the house and everything would be okay. No. Better than that. It would be perfect. Just like they always were.
But she knew that she was kidding herself. It wasn’t the first time she’d played this game. If you did this and that, they’d come back. All it takes is just believing – but it never happens. She knew that. For months she wished her mother would come back when she had left, but she never did. Her mother had left. And now Sebastian had too. Who else would leave her? It seems whoever she loved; whoever she clung onto would just go. She felt cursed.
Part of her wanted to run away. Run away from it all. Northvale. Every single memory she had of him. This school was tainted. Wherever she went, she would see him. A cry left her as she thought about the future. Her future. Once, it was beautiful. She imagined a wedding. A huge, beautiful wedding. A ceremony that would show the world just how much they loved one another. Defying everything and everyone. Age didn’t matter, it never had.
Then, she always thought, that two years later they would have a child. A beautiful, little child. A family. It was all she had ever wanted. A family with him. But now she’d never have that. Her future looked so bleak now, so empty. Without him, what was there to live for? She didn’t have that beautiful dream anymore. All that was left was an empty house. A place that she knew she’d never be able to return to. Maybe she would just end it all. The pain was too much. It’d never get better.
Bree’s soft voice broke her out of her darkening thoughts. Freeze to death. It seemed like a good way to go. There was ice set throughout her whole body, so why shouldn’t she let the outside world numb her more? Bree extended a hand. Pandora didn’t want to take it, but then she looked up. Bree’s eyes. There was love there. Love... for her. A broken woman.
Something nudged her. She turned to see Diablo. The horse even wanted her up. They still cared. With one hand she took Bree’s, and the other wrapped itself around the horse’s neck. She felt so weak. It took so much effort to pull herself up. But, she was standing. Her legs shook, out of cold or exhaustion she didn’t know. Maybe it was both. Periwinkle blue eyes looked to her friend. Eyes that normal held that sparkle of happiness and recklessness. Now, they just held sorrow and heartbreak. The witch was lost, and she didn’t know if she’d ever find her way back. “Th-thank y-you, B-Bree” she choked out. It hurt to speak. It hurt to move. It even hurt to think. The witch was broken and didn’t think she’d ever repair.
Outfit: Clicky!Tagged: Bree Notes: This is killing me... ;_____;Words: 701Credit: Chloe!
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Post by bree on Apr 27, 2013 10:56:10 GMT
It was funny how quickly a person could change. The evidence of that was currently lying on the ground in front of the faerie, sobbing like she would never stop. It hurt her to watch, and obviously killed the witch. It was horrible to think that, maybe not even an hour ago, Pandora was her happy, carefree self. Now? Now she had been reduced to nothing. Just a wreck, a shell, a shadow of who she was formerly. And knowing that hurt the fae to her very centre. It was something that she might have had in a nightmare - seeing a loved one in such a horrible pain as this one.
Bree didn't know what heartbreak felt like, let's just make that clear. But she'd heard that no medicine, no bandages, no magic, no anything could heal it. The only thing that could fix a broken heart was time. And even then, it was a slow and painful process. What the sorceress needed to understand was that it was going to hurt like hell for a long time, and could possibly be something she'd never get over. And that it was going to be horrible, and painful, and above everything, long. She was pretty sure she was just thinking in circles right now, but tat didn't matter. She never mattered. All that mattered was Pan.
As the girl got shakily to her feet, the fae's arm automatically slid around her shoulders,, both for support and comfort. Pan felt like ice, she needed to get inside. So did Bree, actually. Even she was starting to feel the chill in the air right now. But she delayed for just a second as her friend thanked her. Confused, she shook her head. Why was she being thanked? She hadn't really done anything. No, not at all. "Shh." she hushed as she gently urged her friend forward, towards the warmth and safety of the building. "Don't you dare thank me. I don't need to be thanked. I haven't done anything." Although her voice was still gentle, it was also firm, leaving no room for discussion. This would not be made about her. This would be about helping Pan.
Outfit: Clicky! Tagged: Panneh Notes: *FOREVER SOBBING*Lyrics: Stuck On You by Paramore
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Post by pandora evelyn hearth on May 9, 2013 15:25:43 GMT
Pan felt Bree's arm around her shoulders as she slowly stood. The sobs slowed slightly. The pain was still there but the witch felt like she had no more tears left to cry. Her throat felt like razorblades. Her head felt like it was continuously being hit. And her eyes? They felt dry, raw, despite the amount of tears that filled them. But, she ignored the pain as she looked to her friend. She needed to thank her. And the expression of gratitute was what left her lips.
The witch took an unstable step as Bree began to usher her toward the building. Man, she hoped that no one was walking the corridors. She didn't want their pity. But Bree's words snapped her out of this. She shook her head but she couldn't say what was on her mind. Her throat wouldn't allow any words to leave her mouth. The pain was too much. Bree had done everything. She had listened. She had provided comfort. The faerie had gotten her to stand on her unsteady two feet and begin to walk toward the warmth of a building. Warmth. When the whole world around her felt like ice.
Upon hearing hoof-steps following, Pandora turned to Diablo. She rested her head against the horse's. The beautiful animal had helped her through so much. He had carried her here also. But, somehow, she didn't think Themis would allow her to lead the horse up to the West tower. No. "You stay here now, baby, Bree will come back in a moment, there are stables here too" she whispered to the horse, her voice cracked. And then, she finally let her arms slip from the horse's neck. Hades still scampered after his mistress, however. The dog was not leaving her. And that thought would have made her smile, if she could. But right now, so much sorrow weighed down on her heart her lips couldn't even twitch upwards. Not by a fraction.
The girls watery, perriwinkle eyes sought her friend's. She leaned into her then, just needing some level of comfort from the fae. But, she wouldn't really get any comfort, not really. Even if the entire school suddenly hugged her - one giant group hug - she'd still feel the same as she was now. Broken. An empty shell of a woman. But the call of her dorm was beckoning. The warmth, the security of her bed. She could curl up there and never have to emerge. Just live the rest of her mortal life in the embrace of her duvet.
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