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In the electrifying world of Broadway, few stars shine as brightly as Caroline Tesfaye. A triple threat who has captivated audiences as an actress, fashion designer, and popstar, Tesfaye's journey is a testament to her unparalleled talent and relentless dedication. Her career catapulted to new heights when she joined the original cast of "Hamilton," portraying the iconic role of Eliza Schuyler. Sharing the stage with Lin-Manuel Miranda, Tesfaye etched her name in Broadway history as the only performer to ever grace the stage with the entire original ensemble of the groundbreaking musical. Today, Caroline Tesfaye's career continues to ascend as she steps into the vibrant role of Vanessa in the highly anticipated film adaptation of "In the Heights." This casting marks yet another milestone in her illustrious career, showcasing her versatility and ability to breathe life into diverse characters. As she transitions from the historical depths of "Hamilton" to the lively streets of Washington Heights, Tesfaye brings a fresh, dynamic energy to her performances, further solidifying her status as a multifaceted star in the entertainment industry. In this exclusive feature, we delve into Caroline Tesfaye's remarkable journey, exploring her evolution as a performer, her creative ventures in fashion design, and her impact on the pop music scene. Join us as we celebrate the achievements of this extraordinary artist, who continues to inspire and captivate audiences worldwide with her indomitable spirit and exceptional talent. What was it like stepping into the iconic role of Eliza in Hamilton, especially with the original cast? Can you share any memorable moments or challenges you faced during this transition?Oh god, it was incredibly intimating. These are people who I consider as the most talented people in entertainment right now. I never expected to take the role when Phillipa couldn’t return. I felt so incredibly lucky that these people saw what I didn’t see in myself and gave me the opportunity. Everyone was so kind, and they were all offering me little tips, and just cheering me on. I’ve never been in such a loving atmosphere where there’s no competition, everyone wants everyone to succeed. People who aren’t in the musical theater world really don’t understand how hard it is to be on Broadway, like it’s incredibly physical, and you don’t get takes, so you have to get right every single time, every single night. You also have to learn how to mess up, but recover, because we’re all human, but the crowd can’t know!Did you feel any added pressure taking over a role that had such a significant impact on Broadway? How did you prepare for it? I did feel so much pressure, I wasn’t even sure if I could do it. My first instinct was that Lin was joking, I was like, “Oh he’s making a joke!!!” I was like when Patrick Swayze said to Baby in Dirty Dancing where he’s like,”oh, do you want to do it?” but he was serious. I had to spend sometime in the studio and hear my own voice to prove to myself first before I could set on proving myself to the cast. Eliza is literally my dream role, I love Eliza and I love Hamilton. So, to make my broadway debut with a role that means so much to me, I’m so incredibly lucky. To prepare, I took voice lessons. I would run on the treadmill and sing to make sure that I never lost my voice. Eliza is the only character in the show that never raps, so I wanted to make sure my voice was smooth. I studied the Disney plus movie recording of the show, and I wrote down little things that Phillipa did that made Eliza who she is. I think I ran the show with Phillipa a few times, she’d come to rehearsals and we’d run the show and she’d be like, “breathe here. Watch out for this person.” and Renee would sort of put her arm around me to help me reach my marks until it was muscle memory. It’s a lot of work, but it’s so much fun. I’m so lucky.How did the dynamics of the original cast influence your performance as Eliza? Were there any particular cast members who offered you valuable guidance or support?Like I said, this cast is the kindest people I’ve ever met. These people truly are my friends. They never made me feel like an outcast or anything, even though I was the youngest person in the cast. I mean, Daveed and Lin literally came to my album release party, and Renee, Lin and him came to Noelle’s birthday party. As far as during the show, they were all so kind. Okieriete is like my biggest cheerleader, when I finally felt like I hit “Burn” the way that I wanted, here comes this huge man screaming, “YESSSSS LET’S F***ING GO, WIDDO BEBE.” Birdie has everyone calling me “Widdo bebe”. Everyone was so chill about answering all my questions. The entire cast traveled to Puerto Rico to perform some numbers from Hamilton and to see us announce “In The Heights.”It was also my first performance as myself and they all had “Gaslight” t-shirts on and were singing the lyrics to my songs. I mean, MY SONGS. It was crazy. But I can’t talk enough about Lin. He’s truly part of my family. Him and his wife are such blessings to know.  You have a close relationship with Lin Manuel Miranda. How has his mentorship influenced your career? Can you share any special moments or advice he’s given you? I adore Lin Manuel Miranda so much. He’s such a creative genius and he’s the kindest person I know. He’s literally kind to his bones. He has such love and passion for giving voices to the people who don’t get them. He’s always been very much ready to help me with anything. He’s sort of given me this mindset that I’m capable of anything. He’s been one in my corner to be like, “No, Caroline, you have the talent, you have the passion, do the damn thing.” He’s influenced me incredibly, he’s made me think a whole lot more about what I can do with my platform that’s for the good. He’s the most special person. He told me once, “As long as I have a job, you have a job.” So, I think for the rest of my career, any time Lin calls, the answer is, “yes.” Collaborative Process: What was it like working so closely with Lin both on Hamilton and In the Heights? How does his creative process inspire your own work? He’s just so passionate, he loves every bit of the process. You can tell he is just nothing but joy in his lyrics and in his ability to tell a story. He does something no one else is able to do with his writing. He’s really given me the confidence to try, to stand up and force people to embrace my culture. Without him, I’m not sure anyone would have ever paid attention to the Mexican side of me. It’s the most precious part of who I am, and I’ve been quietened for so long and he doesn’t let me take that. Role in the Movie Adaption of "In the Heights" Transition to Film: How did you find the transition from stage to screen in the movie adaptation of In the Heights? What were the biggest differences you experienced? I think they did a fantastic job translating it. It’s the same heart, the same story, the same characters, but it’s bigger. It’s like they took exactly what was in his head and put it on screen, it’s truly magical. I unfortunately haven’t gotten to play Vanessa on stage, I would love to, though. Maybe Nori and I can do a run on Broadway, I think he’d love it. It’s closer to what he does on stage normally. But in the movie, we do get takes, so it’s nice to be able to be like, “woah, hold up, can I do that again, please?”Tell us about your portrayal of Vanessa in In the Heights. How did you make the role your own, and what aspects of the character resonated with you the most? Vanessa is a hard worker, and her biggest dream is to be a fashion designer, and that’s the core of my career is fashion. I might not get to do as much costume designing and styling as I used to, but the very first award I ever won was a costumers guild award. And I’ll never stop making clothes. Fashion is walking art, and I appreciate it so much. She’s this girl with big dreams and Usnavi says that she’s tough as nails. I think Vanessa is the closest to myself that I’ve gotten to play. I think I might’ve added a little more sweetness to Vanessa, but either way, I love her. I’m so lucky.Your best friend Nori Jusino plays Usnavi in the movie. How did your real-life friendship influence your on-screen chemistry and performances? Chemistry is something you either have or you don’t, and our real life relationship made it that much easier. We sort of got to skip the nerves, because we already knew each other and we have the most trust. I think we’re able to play a little more, and it makes every day so much fun. I hope we get to work together more.Throughout your career, you've often been labeled as white despite being Mexican. How has this affected your career and the roles you’ve been offered? I really didn’t get the opportunity to be able to play someone who felt like me culturally until Lin. It wasn’t something that I didn’t want to do because it’s all I’ve wanted to do. I just sort of been typecast in my real life. I’ve spoken a bunch about my heritage, and my mom, and it’s those lines that seemed to get cut from interviews. It’s been really nice to have been offered this role that says, “I see you. I know who you are. I know you have talent. You’re more than who you were on Tik Tok three years ago.”How important is it for you to represent your Mexican heritage in your work? Are there particular roles or stories you are passionate about bringing to the stage or screen to highlight this aspect of your identity? It’s the most important to me. It’s how I keep my mother’s memory alive. It’s how I honor her and it’s most authentically me. I’m really happy to be able to take my first role that does this, and it’s not just the sassy best friend. I am really dying to be in West Side Story. I really would like my chance to be in Encanto, too, it’s coming to the stage.Can you share any details about upcoming Broadway shows or projects you’re involved in? What roles or stories are you most excited about exploring next? I can! I will be doing the TV Live version of Rocky Horror Picture Show as Janet in October, and I’m really excited about that. I’m doing quite a few projects with Birdie. You’ll be able to see us in a horror movie, which I can’t say much other than it’s called, “X”. I’ll still be Eliza on Hamilton for as long as they’ll have me.Are there any dream roles or shows you’ve always wanted to be a part of? What attracts you to these particular roles?I have so many dream roles, I am such a dreamer when it comes to the stories I’d love to be a part of. I am dying to be Eurydice in Hadestown. I’d love to be in & Juliet, that is a show I’ve seen a few times and got to meet the cast. I'd love to get to do that for a run. I really was serious when I said I’d love to be in Encanto, that’s towards the top of my list. And Chicago. I would die to be chicago. Oh, and burlesque. Broadway Evolution: How do you see Broadway evolving in the next few years, and what role do you hope to play in that evolution? I think broadway is going to keep evolving to include stories that aren’t getting told. I think Broadway is a place where all cultures should be celebrated and I think Lin is the forefather of that, and I think we’re going to continue pushing people to tell all of their stories, not just those that are of only white descent. I think we’ll see more people of color taking on roles that were traditionally casted only by white people. I hope that I can use my platform to keep demanding it happen. I hope I get the opportunity to share the stage with people who have finally gotten the respect they deserve.Who are some of the people, both within the theater community and outside of it, who inspire you the most?I don’t need to mention Lin again, but you guys know, he’s the blueprint. I really look up to Bianca Marroquín, she's an incredible mexican broadway actress and she was “Roxie Hart '' in Chicago for twenty years. She’s one of the only actresses to ever play both female leads in that show. I, of course, look up to Phillipa Soo, she’s the original Eliza and taught me so much, she sings like an actual angel. Olga Merediz was in the original run of In the Heights and in our movie version, she’s one of the wisest people I know. Outside of the theater community, I really look up to Chappell Roan, she literally is so much herself, and she’s making music that's so unique and fun, and I’m obsessed with her. Also, my grandmother, Dolly, which y’all would know her as Dolly Parton, but she’s just Golly to me. She’s amazing. She’s so talented and she sings better than anyone I know even at her age. She's a love incarnate.What advice would you give to young performers who aspire to follow in your footsteps and make it on Broadway?Don’t underestimate the amount of work and respect Broadway deserves. It’s so hard but in the best way. It’s something that takes more dedication than anything. Most importantly, don’t stop dreaming. Broadway is built on dreams, and if you’re not dreaming, you’re missing the one thing that unites all of us, from the actors to the crowd. Take voice lessons, don’t rely on pure talent, because it’s technical, too. Try and prepare audition songs from most genres, and try not to choose something too popular but nothing unknown. How do you balance the demands of a busy career in theatre and film with your personal life? What keeps you grounded and motivated?I think I am just really lucky to be surrounded by people who love me and love that I’m chasing my dreams. Abel brings London to see me at rehearsals, Golly comes and sees me, she hasn’t missed a single show. My best friend in the world, Birdie, if she can, comes to watch my shows and hangs out with me behind the scenes, she’s my biggest cheerleader, she’s the best. She comes and threatens every single cast member like, “you better be nice to my widdo bebe.” I’m lucky that Nori and Noelle both were in “In the heights” so we didn’t even need a babysitter for her, and that was super special. I just try to make sure once a day, I find time to just be “Caroline” and nothing else. I think the motivation comes simply from loving it so much. I love being on stage or on set.

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                             Rules of The Sea GoddessRule#1: This roleplay account is highly about my Sea Goddess Amphitrite but in my own way. My Amphitrite is half human/ half mermaid. So please show her respect or I will block you.Rule#2: This is a half human/ half human account Why you ask? I have a high reason in making this account because I always loved mermaids ever since I was little and I wanted to make a few because for my love for them. Honestly, I’m getting sick and tired of making accounts with DC/ Marvel characters because there is enough of them on here roleplay so why make them all the time when I make an account of my favorite Sea Creature that I am highly comfortable roleplaying. So please don’t ask me to make an account that deals with DC/ Marvel okay. I am keeping my mermaid character. Rule#3: No Drama! Keep it off my account!  Rule#4: No harassing, bullying or stalking my character I will block you. Rule#5: Friends : There are some friends I would like to roleplay with.Mermaids (sisters)Mermen (Brothers or love interest)Spiderman (If he no taken really love interest)Loki (Not taken love interest)Captain Killian Hook (Not taken love interest)Rule#6: Relationships: My Sea Goddess Amphitrite is highly single and looking for someone to but with her so she is looking for fellow love interests: Spiderman Peter Parker (If he no taken really love interest)Loki (Not taken love interest)Captain Killian Hook (Not taken love interest)Rule#7: Roleplaying: Amphitrite would like to roleplay with the following: Other mermaids, mermen, Spider men, Loki, Killian HookRule#8: more to come! 

Headcanon Felix and therapy When he got out of the hospital his family put him in rehab and he was forced to talk about his problems with a therapist at the center and he just sat in the group sessions and said nothing about that night of his overdose and nothing about Oliver . He didn't even talk to them about it . He just was frozen and wouldn't let anyone know about his Ollie. .he still loved him and he did the program but he will only talk about it with the book he wrote and that's it

Bowie was rummaging through some old photos. She was trying to find a picture of her cheerleading to show Rebecca. She stopped on one particular photo that was of a six year old Bowie and her grandmother standing at the kitchen counter hand mixing ingredients in a bowl that her grandfather had taken without them knowing. Looking down at a photo a memory appeared in Bowie’s head, like a private movie only she could see. “Ow, ow, ow” her grandfather cried out. A thwacking sound then could be heard followed by a louder “ow” that again came from her grandfather. “That’s what you get you old geezer” her grandmother said to him before ushering him out of the kitchen. Bowie and her grandmother had spent the morning baking brownies for themselves, and some cakes for the Church bake sale to get money to repair a damaged part of the roof. “Grandpa, Grandma told you to wait until they had cooled down” Bowie sweetly spoke to her grandpa. “But my sweet angel they looked so delicious, and I just couldn’t wait” her grandma said to her before kissing her on the head. “But now my mouth is burning” he said before going to the fridge and grabbing some milk. He poured two glasses one for himself and one for Bowie. He then drank the milk quickly before refilling it. “I will have to wait till they cool before I have another” he said. “Finally learned your lesson” her grandma said causing Bowie to laugh. Putting down the photo Bowie smiled to herself. She always loved baking with her grandmother, it’s some of her happiest of memories. It always brought a smile to her face and made her feel good. But it also made her miss those times a lot more. Glancing at the photo one last time she smiled before looking for the specific photo she had been searching for.

“Becca keep your legs straight” Rowena said. Both females were laughing hard. They were fifteen years old and were trying to copy a move they had seen in a movie. They were trying to cartwheel holding onto each other. They had been trying for hours but hadn’t got it yet. Rebecca’s brothers Easton and Everett were constantly teasing them and telling them to give up, but they weren’t going to quit. It was summer and it was a hot day. They stopped for a brief break to have some ice cold homemade lemonade before getting back to it. “Okay Row! I’ll try” Rebecca said. Rebecca grabbed onto Rowena and the two finally managed to cartwheel holding onto each other. They completed six rotations if Rowena had counted correctly. When they stopped they both fell to the floor laughing, and Easton and Everett where cheering. It was a happy memory of a bond that Rebecca and Rowena shared before they discovered they were actually twins. It demonstrated their teamwork and love of dance, and the trust they had in each other. They both lay on the floor hugging each other, laughing and high fiving. They were extremely pleased with themselves and glad they didn't give up. They couldn't wait to show the cheer and dance squad when school started again. 

    Every day, it was all the same. Day in, day out; the same routine. Even the predictably unpredictable. When you're immortal, it all begins to become so redundant. Summer was waning, fall was looming on the horizon. But Hausos wasn't quite as excited as the mortals. You see, as carefree as she presented herself--dancing like no one was watching or loving whomever she loved at the moment--there was an ancient threat constantly lurking at this time of the year. Winter was the season of death; plants died, animals fled, snow covered all that was beautiful, and the days were shorter. Only her rosy light kept the darkness from completely taking over. With the season of the harvest, however, the cosmic shift in power loomed. She knew what was coming next. Autumnal foliage was beginning to dominate the landscape. The lush green of summer slowly yellowed as decay set in. Pumpkins were everywhere, whether actually there or in effigy, as people prepared for the next big holiday: Halloween. On a lighter note, it wasn't nearly so hot. In fact, it was downright delightful! Hausos's home was right on the ocean, she had claimed that property ages--literally--ago and, since then, a small town gradually grew up around her. It was a quaint little thing, eventually growing in popularity as beaches became more appealing in terms of real estate. There were shops and cafés, artisans and small businesses, and every Saturday was a farmer's market; things that still felt 'small town' while also becoming a 'beach town' or even--dare she say--tourist destination.Standing in the open green space amidst a small concert of local musicians one such Saturday's farmer market, Hausos did what she so loved to do after another morning of releasing the sun: she danced. Still warm enough to wear a sundress, the dawn goddess swayed to the music. Her golden tresses bounced around in time with the swishing of her skirt, always a step behind the graceful movements of her frame. A few others joined in her merriment, but she danced without care regardless of alone or in a crowd. As the acoustic rendition of 'Every Breath You Take' picked up, Hausos decided she wanted another coffee. Perhaps some overly sweet iced coffee with caramel.What an odd song, she thought to herself as she wove through the crowd to a line of stalls set up. It sounded so lovely in terms of melody and vocals, but it was literally about stalking someone! The hairs on the back of her neck stood on edge. Actually, in retrospect, it was a terrible song.Walking up to a coffee vendor, Hausos stood patiently in a line of four or so people. A shadow fell over her as someone else joined the line. He must have been a massive chap to cast such a shadow. Hausos kept her focus on the person in front of her, but a chill ran up her spine as Hausos was abruptly cut off from the warmth of the sunlight. But was it more than the sunlight that bothered her? Unease began to take hold. No, no, she was just being paranoid. Still, a whisper of dread clawed its way into the back of her mind. Why did she suddenly feel so crowded? The man behind her /was/ unnervingly close. When he shifted his footing, he brushed against her back. Then his hot breath glanced her ear."You always did like to dance."Panic clutched her heart with an icy grip. Hausos whirled around to face the speaker. But it was a stout older gentleman whom she did not recognize. Not him. It wasn't him. The man looked startled when she suddenly turned around, her eyes wide with terror--not exactly a normal response. "I beg your pardon." He stepped back, assuming it was from having bumped against her. Hausos shook her head and mumbled 'that's ok' before turning back around. Perhaps she should skip the coffee, she was clearly already jittery enough. Breaking from the line, Hausos moved from stall to stall. Maybe a smoothie? That might be a better choice. As she walked, the dawn goddess couldn't shake the feeling she was being followed. There was the weight of eyes upon her that she could not escape. Still, when she swept the crowds, there was no one watching her. People were all enjoying their day, why couldn't she?Once more focusing on getting a smoothie, Hausos almost completely overlooked a dark figure who stood out among the crowds. A man in a black suit with hands clasped in front of him, unnaturally green eyes fixed on her. Hausos saw him from the periphery, but when she turned to look at him…he wasn't there. Was it her imagination? Was she really that on edge? Cautiously dismissing the specter as just being a figment of her imagination Hausos continued her quest. She was quickly approaching the edge of the farmer's market but did not see the usual smoothie vendor. The event was blanketed in shadows as clouds passed over the sun. Briefly shifting her gaze to the sky, Hausos felt a cold grip wrap around her wrist. Her heart skipped a beat. Turning to the owner of the hand, her breath caught in her throat. It was him. That handsome face concealed a monster within. Well-groomed stubble framed the crocodile's smile. Green eyes sparkles with malicious intent."Hello, my dear." He spoke sweetly. His voice was soft, almost a purr. There was a measured charm in his demeanor. The casual observer would believe sophistication and an impeccable gentleman from his tailored suit all the way to his posture. But Hausos knew what he was. He was her dreaded fate, a destiny she could not escape each winter. He was a wicked beast and a tyrant. Their power was equally met as the equinox approached. But that wasn't going to last long. She knew soon enough, that he would hunt her down and drag her back to the bosom of Dheghom where he dwelled. Ever wonder why some summers seemed to last longer than others? That all hinged on how well Hausos managed to keep ahead of his darkness. Despicable dragon!"Keiros Gheimr." She hissed.Bringing her hand to his mouth, he lightly kissed her knuckles. He may appear as serene as a still pool of water, but his eyes simmered with a winter storm's rage just yearning to be released. "There, there, my sweet. We will have plenty of time for all that soon enough."Hausos withdrew her hand sharply. "It plays out the same way every year, Keiros. This year is no different. You will be stopped, just as you always are.""We'll see." Keiros smiled sweetly, his glowing eyes flickering with amusement as he released her hand with indifference. It gave Hausos an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Until we meet again, my lady." The dragon gave his opponent a bow before curtly strolling away, vanishing into the crowd. If he weren't so evil, he might have been charming. But every season, the dragon would come for Hausos, when she was at her weakest and he at his strongest. Every year, she would be tethered to him for six months, at his mercy. The only time she was allowed to leave his side was to perform her morning ritual, then she was dragged right back to his lair.Keiros was sending her a message, a familiar one at that. “Your time is running out.” But something about his confidence did not sit right with her. Yes, he was arrogant and smug, but this felt different. She could not quite put her finger on it. The equinox was only two days away. Did Keiros know where she lived? Hausos was never quite certain, he traditionally attacked while she was opening the gates of heaven. But to have him show up in the town she had called her home for eons… Hausos numbly walked away from the farmer’s market. What was his game?Two days took an eternity to pass. Hausos watched every shadow like eminent death awaited, ready to pounce. Her rides to the gates of heaven, while usually the best part of her day (even if getting out of bed was the hardest), were now spent watching the skies for Keiros. Returning home, now officially the autumnal equinox, Hausos put the horses to pasture before heading into her home. She was so sick with worry that the dawn goddess practically welcomed Keiros‘ attack. Shutting her front door, Hausos leaned against it with a groan.“Long day? It's only 8AM.”The sound of a voice caused Hausos to jump. Placing her hand over her heart, she took a moment to compose herself. So this was how it would end. There, in the living room, sat Keiros. One leg crossed over the other at the ankle, reclining casually in a lounge chair. Impeccably dressed in a suit, his shirt opened three buttons down intentionally wide at the collar. Arms draped casually over the recliner’s arms, Keiros regarded her with a smug smile. Those laughing green eyes. Damn those laughing green eyes.Stepping away from the door, Hausos debated making a run for it. She had but to call Moghtis or Kweytos and her faithful steeds would be at her side. Keiros would have to give chase. But her horses were tired from the trek to heaven, could they outrun Keiros? As though sensing her thoughts, Keiros leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees with a thoughtful look on his smug features. "You could run, true." Pursing his lips, he gave a casual shrug. "But I would follow you no matter what. Shall we just get this over with and save ourselves the fuss? It's only been an eternity of doing this, year in and year out, the outcome has never changed."Hausos grimaced. Of course, he was right. Running did little to no good, it was simply delaying the inevitable. Did he expect her to just surrender, though? Simply hold out her hands, wrists together for him to slap on the cuffs? That wasn't going to happen. Advancing into the living room, Hausos considered an escape route. Instead, she discretely grabbed a vase resting on a table in the foyer as she passed. Hiding it in the folds of her flowing red dress, she searched the dragon for any signs that he knew what she was about.. Keiros stood up at her approach, hands habitually buttoning his jacket. He was confident she would yield. Hausos was no warrior, she didn't possess that kind of fight. Even if she did, she was no match for him after the equinox. Keiros looked down at the dainty goddess with the hint of a leer. Taking her by the wrist, he pulled her to him. A serpentine tongue ran up the side of her neck. "Now isn't this so much easier?""Never, demon!" Hausos roared, swinging her free hand at Keiros' head, connecting the vase with his skull in an explosion of glass. Staggering back, Keiros cursed as her hand slipped from his loosened grip. With blood streaming down the side of his face, his green eyes glowed with a rage he was about to let loose on the fleeing goddess. Hausos leaped over the sofa, darting for the kitchen. Bumping against the wall, Hausos swerved towards the outer wall portion of the large kitchen. Beyond the kitchen were the stables. Storming after Hausos, the dragon resonated with a deep growl. With each step, the human grew more reptilian in nature. Leathery wings sprouted from his back as black scales dotted his skin. Throwing open the back door, Hausos screamed as loudly as she could. "Moghtis!"The dappled stallion looked up, ears perked forward. With a squeal, he charged toward his mistress. Kweytos was hot on his heels. Leaping the fence, the horse slid to a stop in front of Hausos. Behind her, Keiros emerged from the kitchen, his bulky frame barely passing through the door. More dragon than man at this point, he was not interested in small talk, but she could imagine what he would say. 'This is futile, I will have you! You are mine. Blah, blah, blah!' Keiros lunged at Hausos, claw-tipped hands just barely touching the hem of her dress. Moghtis reared up at the sight of the dragon-man, releasing another high-pitched squeal. With the horse's front hooves flailing in the air, Keiros hesitated for a moment. Hausos used the fleeting distraction to duck around her faithful mount.Astride her horse bareback, Hausos let out a confident 'hah!' Moghtis and Kweytos took off running immediately. Wrapping clumps of his mane around her hands, Hausos urged him down the worn path to the ocean. At least the familiar route kept his footing sure. On her left, in his traditional place on the chariot every morning, Kweytos kept pace with his brother. And, behind them, Keiros had fully returned to his draconic form. Those same glowing green eyes laughed at her feeble efforts. Bigger than a house, the dragon clearly had the advantage here. His great wings spread, anticipating her attempt to get airborne. What to do, what to do? Hausos's mind was racing as the dragon's hot breath grew increasingly warmer on her back.With another 'hah!', Hausos urged her horses into the sky. Could they outmaneuver the dragon? With a chariot, absolutely not. But on their own? Hausos had never tried…up until now, of course. Hooves left the earth as the horses quickly rose in altitude. They were shortly followed by great pinions of the dragon. Claws gripped the fleeing horse's hind leg, dragging Hausos and Moghtis towards the gaping maw full of sharp fangs. Hausos, however, was more worried about her horse at the moment. Despite all their power, a horse's legs were also the greatest weakness. "Don't you dare hurt my horse!" Hausos screamed, releasing her hold on Moghtis's mane. Swinging her leg over the horse's neck, the dawn goddess slid down the horse's back towards Keiros' face.Landing on Keiros' snout, narrowly avoiding his mouth, Hausos realized she hadn't thought too much about what to do after this point. Clinging to the scales of the dragon's face, Hausos held on for dear life. Keiros released his hold on Moghtis. The red stallion wheeled off, out of the dragon's flight path. Thank Dyēus, he seemed fine. Hausos herself, well, that was another matter. Keiros back winged, slowly his forward momentum to hover. Reaching up, it looked as if the beast might slap himself in the face as he poised a raised paw to take hold of the goddess clinging to his face."Damn you, Keiros!" Hausos cursed, beating a fist futilely against his snout. A deep rumble vibrated from the dragon, giving Hausos the impression of laughter. That damn beast was laughing at her while he ever so delicately wrapped his talons around her. No, not like this. Hausos wriggled from Keiros' grasp before he could tighten his hold. Without looking, without thinking, Hausos launched herself from the dragon's snout. The maneuver was so unexpected, that even Keiros let out a startled gasp. Moghtis and Kweytos also neighed in astonishment. Somersaulting through the air, her two horses rushed to their mistress's aid. Not far behind them was the dragon. Once more grabbing a fist full of mane, Hausos pulled herself onto Kweytos' back. Taking to the air was foolhardy at best. They needed cover!"Gggrrrraaaaawwwww!!!!"Whatever plan Hausos was cooking up, it was all brought abruptly to an end when dragon claws wrapped around her from behind. Kweytos was fading fast. He was used to casual days after his trips to and from heaven. This was proving too much for him. 'We've gotten complacent.' Hausos thought as she let go of his mane, watching as the distance between them grew. Keiros arched his great neck to bring his angular snout at hand level. Touching claw tip to claw tip, he formed a cage in which he held his little treasure. The game was done; Hausos was captured. Let the winter come.Alas, the seasons changed. Without her rosy glow to light the world, it grew cold. Flowers withered, animals hibernated, snow covered the landscape. As it should and would forever be; the turning wheel of time. Keiros's lair was much what you might expect of a dragon's keep. Dark and dank, smelling heavily of the earth and a touch of brimstone. But not without a touch of elegance. Over the eons, the old lizard had accepted certain truths about humanity. Those fleshbags knew how to make life more comfortable. Cable TV, silk sheets, Uber Eats, it was almost tempting enough to not give in to the annual chase of the Dawn Goddess. But there was a thrill in the hunt. She made it so delightful with all her cute efforts to evade him.Leaning down over the soft bedding so plush one's body could simply sink into and vanish completely, the dragon trailed a claw-tipped finger along the sleeping goddess's face. Even in the darkness with her hands bound in vulgar chains above her head, she was radiant with the warm glow of predawn light. Trailing his human-shaped digits downward, over the column of her throat and along her clavicle, the light caress provoked a stirred response from Hausos. The Dawn Goddess's eyes fluttered open, momentarily struggling to recall where she was. However, the moment she saw Keiros's leering face, it all came rushing back. Keiros's grip around her waist, Kweytos's look of horror, land vanishing off into the distance as her old foe flew eastward to his home just north of the Steppes, their ancestral home."Keiros." Hausos spat his name with a sneer. Seating himself on the edge of the bed, Keiros continued to smirk in silence. He was preening, proud of how quickly he had captured Hausos this year. First, finding her elusive home after endlessly searching for hundreds of summers. And to surprise her in her home, pure poetry! But the best was yet to come. His silence was unnerving Hausos. Keiros was always one to boast. He enjoyed the sound of his own voice. After he was certain she had thoroughly marinated in dread, Keiros finally spoke. In a soft purr, the dragon in a human disguise leaned in close. With his breath tickling her ear, he whispered softly. "It's 9 am, darling. You've missed the sunrise." Hausos's eyes grew wide. Missed…the sunrise? Never since the beginning of time had the Dawn Goddess MISSED the dawn.Outside, the world was dark; stars were faintly visible, and street lights remained on. Creatures of the day were waking up, lost in the darkness. Creatures of the night had settled down for the day but found themselves disoriented by the absence of light. Confused humans milled about the streets, looking up at the sky. Worse still, with the absence of her warmth, temperatures on the Earth were rapidly plunging into a dark winter. It was total mass confusion. The sun was out, but her radiance did not light the sky. It was Hausos's task to chase away the darkness a la opening the gates of heaven. The very nature of night and day had been disrupted. Sitting up with a jerk, Hausos was yanked back by her chains. Damn the dragon! The irons were snugger than usual. He expected she would resist. "Keiros, this is madness. Let me out! The Sky Father will not stand for this!"With a throaty chuckle, the black dragon stood up from the bed. Even in the low light of his lair, Keiros's eyes glowed menacingly. He was dressed in comfortable, modern clothing. The old lizard had finally entered the twenty-first century? It was kind of amusing despite the cataclysmic events unwinding outside. He was dressed in a cotton v-neck shirt and khaki slacks, his lair was adorned with rugs and furniture, a large screen tv with surround sound; all the luxuries of modern society. Hausos wondered if he had been there all along and she had simply not seen him as anything but an ancient monster forever living in the Bronze Age. "My dear Hausos, we have done this little dance of ours for eons. I am tired of it. Every year, just sitting around for your sword-swinging brethren to come bursting through my door. It's so boring. I am tossing out the script. You are mine and there is nothing Dyeus or anyone else can do about it."Unbeknownst to Hausos and all the other deities, Keiros had relocated his lair over the years. He burrowed deeper into the earth away from the all-seeing eye of Heaven, set up networks of tunnels and traps, prepared for when the gods undoubtedly came for the Dawn Goddess. So deep in the bosom of Dheghom, the dragon god had one more advantage: he better access her ancient powers of creation. He nourished himself on her magics, strengthening his own. How many years had he feigned injury so Hausos could be rescued, pretending himself to be weaker than he truly was? The old snake had a plan and now was the time to set it all into motion. She would never return to the surface.Many, many sunrises later…It was late March, marking the ebbing of Keiros' power and growth of her own. Hausos was usually liberated by now, bringing an end to winter. But not this year. Since her abduction, the sun hung in a dark sky. The stars remained visible both day and night. Winter's chill was unrelenting, left unchecked by Hausos's bringing of the dawn. The celestial powers were completely out of balance. Dyeus, who traditionally just monitored the coming and goings of the pantheon, stood up from his throne in Heaven. He had sent Perkwunos to attempt to reign in the unchecked weather phenomenons caused by the absence of Hausos. But he found himself outmatched by the unnatural winter that swept the entire planet. The surface of the earth grew cold, and snow accumulated in every hemisphere regardless of climate. The death toll was catastrophic. What had that damned dragon done?In the dragon's keep, Hausos wasn't doing much better. It felt like an eternity since last she saw the sky. For eons upon eons, Hausos' morning was committed to bringing the light of day to earth. And, now, she was suddenly…simply not…it was grating on her mentally. Every morning, before the sun was due to rise, Hausos would wake. Every morning, she found herself next to the sleeping dragon. Sometimes his bulky figure balanced between human and dragon, cast a menacing silhouette in the artificial lighting of his surprisingly modern cave. Sometimes, he looked perfectly human--almost peaceful while he slept in the contentment with his prize at his side and the knowledge that came with his victory over all the other gods. Still other mornings she found the black dragon wound protectively around the bed, guarding that which he deemed as his.At first, Keiros seemed uncertain of what he planned to do with his captive. The sobbing and begging to stop this madness was amusing. Did he truly 'plan to keep the dawn's light from the world'? "The Earth Mother would become a barren realm of the dead!" What did he care? Hausos slowly lost hope as the weeks crept by. She lurked around the cave like a deflated balloon as despair dulled her rosy glow. Did she not understand he did this for them? Every year this cycle played out. It was so tedious. If Dyeus was the supreme god, let him light the sky! If Dyeus was so great, why didn't he change the seasons? Keiros had had enough. And though she never said it out loud Keiros knew Hausos was just as tired of it. He watched her often. From a distance, of course. The moment she saw him, she would get defensive, chide him, probably pack up and vanish. He saw how she dragged herself out of bed every morning to light the sky. How cranky and worn out she looked with every alarm. Why did she look so sad now?Each night he came to her. Each night he pressed his advances only to be rejected. Sometimes Hausos had a little more fight in her, but usually, she tolerated his close proxy until she could stand him no longer. Another night had come. Keiros snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her against his body. His warm breath on her neck made Housos's skin crawl. His words, as despicable as they were, slowly wormed their way into the back of her mind. She wanted to fightt him, she wanted to kill him for everything he had done to her. But part of her wanted him to keep going. His conviction was intoxicating. Why, she almost--almost--believed that he truly cared for her. Maybe she allowed herself to be too vulnerable, maybe doubt was taking hold. Why did she allow him to break her so easily? No! She had a duty. Hausos must not let him distract her from getting back to the surface. If her brethren could not save her from the dragon's clutches, she would have to do it herself. Right then and there, the Dawn Goddess made a solemn vow: She would rescue herself!Keiros, who had grown accustomed to Hausos's sullen behavior, barely paid her any heed at this point. Indulging in the modern comforts, he was often distracted by the television or a video game. If only those gamers knew an ancient dragon was on the other side of the internet! Watching him carefully at the mouth of his cave, Hausos gauged how engrossed he was before making her next move. Keiros had, among his collection of modern marvel, acquired flashlights and battery-operated lanterns. He would never notice if one disappeared, right? With only a flashlight to guide her way--as her rosy glow was no longer bright enough to cast any real light--Hausos kept away from the main cavern that was Keiros's home. The glow of the television faded, the sound followed shortly thereafter as Hausos moved deeper and deeper into the earth. As she went, she marked each path with subtitle little sign. The crafty old beast has made quite the home for himself. It was a massive network of inky black tunnels. How had he accomplished all this without Dyeus or anyone else noticing?It took several weeks of small walks here and there, but Hausos had managed to explore a vast number of the tunnels. Venturing deeper than she had ever gone before, the Dawn Goddess felt an odd tingle in the air. A soft green glow peered around the bend, setting a tunnel apart from the inky darkness of the others, calling Hausos. Cautiously, the goddess ventured towards the light. Staggering down the path, loose rocks were displaced by each footfall. The stones rolled ahead of her, clanking in their decent as a warning to the same fate that may befall her if she were not careful. Tentative fingers ran over the ridged of the rocky walls, at the ready to steady her if the steep path proved too treacherous. She had been away too long, Keiros might notice. But would she be able to find this place again? Hausos decided to risk it, she had to know what this light was!The tunnel opened up into a massive chamber that extended for as far as the goddess could see. A lake of glowing green water covered the entire floor. Crystal stalactites shimmers with the green light's reflections, illuminating the vast cave. Despite its great depths within the earth, the air smelled fresh--floral even. Barely two steps into the chasm, Hausos felt…reinvigorated, as though she had never ceased her daily task of bringing light to the world. The world. The world! It--pun intended--dawned on the Dawn Goddess where, or rather, WHO this place was. "Mother!" She shouted, her voice echoing off the high ceilings. "It's me! It's Hausos!" Hot tears picked at her eyes. All this time, she was here in the depths of the Earth, so close to her mother, but never realizing it! Keiros had made her weak indeed. Was this how the dragon did it? Was this how he captured her so easily? Was this how he concealed them from the Sky Father? Stepping into the glowing pool of her mother's essence, Hausos wept. The extended captivity she had endured, the inability to perform her tasks, and Keiros' endless pursuit of her. However, there was also tear of joy. Her mother would help her, her mother would put an end to all of this madness!"H-Hausos…?" The Dawn Goddess heard her mother's voice, not just with her ears, but to the core of her very essence. From the depths of the glowing green waters, the Earth Mother manifested a solid form. It had been eons since the goddess had a physical body; last time, she and Dyeus created life and then she slept. She had slept so long, the land had grown up around her, soil accumulated, humans built great cities and the gods became all but forgotten. She hadn't even been aware of what the dragon was doing, nor that her beloved daughter was so near for too long!“Mahter! Mahter! I’m here!” Hausos wept, flooded with joy and relief. Her mother’s presence embraced her, offering Hausos the first semblance of peace since being taken captive by the wicked Keiros. “Mahter, Keiros has upset the balance! It’s June, I’ve been trapped here for too long!” The tears streamed down the Dawn Goddess’s face. Dheghom embraced her daughter for the first time in a millennia. “My beloved daughter.” The earth mother’s tender embrace revitalized her sickly child. Keiros had long ago figured it how to access the powers of the Earth Mother, how to feed on it and built up his strength. This is what enabled him to hold Hausos captive for so long. If Dyeus would do nothing to save their daughter and the human world, then she would. Dheghom could not leave; she was the Earth, the Earth was her! But she could help Hausos reset the balance. "Listen to me, listen well, dhugter. I will gift you with some of my power. You will punish Keiros for what he's done. You will right these wrongs."

Ikol Laufeyson, May 27th 2024. An unlikely pair, first his job was stolen and then his heart. You'd think Strange would learn not to dance with the Dark but Ikol found a light within him he thought was squashed long ago. Bringing out the better side of a long lost Strange. There's nothing more special than the connection they hold, a sacred bond built on the truth that people can change, for better or worse. A hand cuff, a squabble and a mutual trust in caring for others. Though they push each others buttons any chance they get they also know how to make up for their mistakes. Song: https://youtu.be/5BqjhUmldDc

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A savage sounding growl left Landyn’s lips as she knocked everything from her desk, the violet eyed Faepire standing across from Landyn, Amara Cassidy arched a slender brow at the show of frustration. “We’ve been at this for hours and we still have nothing to show for it!” Landyn said as she wiped her face, catching the stray tears that had the audacity to escape. Amara sighed as she rested against the desk next to Landyn resting a hand on her shoulder “It would be easier if you’d stop fighting against Red..” Amara said as gently as she could. Yes they had been at this for hours, yes the emotions this provoked were probably ones Landyn would rather forget and that was the goal… to compel every inch of Landyn's memory so she wouldn't have to remember, but there was apart of Landyn that was desperately clinging to the hope that he'd come back. Amara knew all too well how dangerous that one singular emotion was, all hope was good for was its ability to crush even the brightest of spirits."What are you talking about? do you really think I wanna keep bringing this s h i t up? I want it gone… all of it!” Landyn said, pushing up from her seat as golden honey hues brightened and she stood in front of Amara. “Then do what I told you to do… we have to find the moment that you let your guard down, that you let him in or this isn't going to work” Amara said as Landyn nodded her head, violet hues brightened as she stared into Landyn’s golden hues. “Who is Isaac Lahey?” Amara asked as her eyes narrowed and the compulsion began “He was the love of my life, and then he disappeared like a coward” Landyn growled as the tears streamed down her face “I can't do this..” the ginger she wolf said as she shook her head, the hope she had burning in her chest tugged at her ribcage, the very place where her heart should have been seemed hallow, missing a critical piece of herself even though her heart was still very much intact."Tell me about him..” Amara coaxed as she kept the compulsion going, keeping her gaze locked with Landyn’s, the wolf without missing a beat started letting the memories she kept buried flood the center of her mind. “He was a friend of Lydia’s… he offered to help me with my shifts, even though he admitted that he had no idea what he was doing” Landyn said with a small but sad laugh as she shook her head but her eye contact didn't break from Amara’s “The first day we met, we ditched the Scooby gang and I lead him to the one place on earth I felt the safest, threatened his life if he told anyone” Landyn said as Amara laughed a little "That seems like a healthy start..." she gently teased, Landyn could see it as if it was yesterday, the first time she had ever met anyone who seemed to look at her and not through her. Isaac’s gaze never once left her as they walked and he asked her about her life, her attack, genuinely getting to know her but it wasn't until they got to the hidden tree fort that Landyn had decided to do the one thing she’d never done around anyone else. She showed him her wolf.She'd never understand how he could have been so cruel, to want to know her, to weasel his way under the castle walls she kept guarding her heart only to suddenly and without even the slightest explanation take off in the middle of the night like a common coward. "What did you talk about?” Amara coaxed as she listened, the more Landyn spoke the more she could feel the gravity in that singular moment and something told her that was what Landyn needed to focus on. “Well I threatened his life if he told anyone about the secret spot, because I didnt need Scott or Derek jumping down my throat” Landyn’s eyes rolled a bit as she continued to speak. “I was so nervous, I’ve never shown anyone my wolf.. at least not willingly, but I knew if he was gonna help me I had to show him why I was having trouble keeping myself under control” Landyn said as a tear slid down her cheek. This was the moment Amara was waiting for, the anchor that was keeping Isaac alive in Landyn's thoughts despite their hours of efforts trying to get him out of her mind. “How did he react?” Amara asked as she arched a slender brow, pressing the compulsion further to force Landyn to speak."I thought he would for sure freak out, almost everyone did the first time they got to see it” Landyn said as the lump in her throat grew tighter. she had been so terrified to share her wolf, to see the genuine terror in his eyes when he discovered what kind of a freak she actually was. It took all her confidence to even consider showing him, but in the end she knew the only way he could even attempt to help her was by seeing the truth. All the emotions that moment provoked made Landyn want to shut down but the compulsion forced her to keep talking. “I- I shifted…. and when I came out..” the tears began rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably as she held a hand over her chest, just above her heart where the hollow ache began to throb “He called me ‘beautiful’ and embraced me… not just my wolf but me…” Landyn choked on her words but before she could go further Amara spoke “Isaac Lahey is no one except a member of your old pack, an a s s hole who paid you no attention” Landyn nodded her head as her pupils dilated and something in her clicked, a switch flipped and suddenly the room felt like it had fresh air. Her tears had begun to stop as she wiped them away, Amara could sense the change before she even asked the next question “Who is Isaac Lahey?”Landyn's gaze glassed over and once where the name had provoked such strong emotion, now was nothing but an empty expression. “Isaac Lahey is an a s s hole who paid me no attention, an old pack member… a coward” With a relieved sigh Amara let her violet hues dull back to their ocean blue as she pulled Landyn into a hug. “I know you don't remember what we just did… but you are doing the right thing” She whispered before kissing her forehead. Leaving Landyn to collect her thoughts, Amara stepped out of the room. Landyn stood and stared at the photo of herself with a blonde male who she recognized as Isaac Lahey from the old pack she had belonged to, the photo had been crinkled and looked as though tears had stained the pages though now Landyn couldn't understand why.Without a second thought she wiped the remaining tears from her face before she grabbed the photos and walked over to the open fireplace, without hesitation she tossed them in and watched as the photos sparked and slowly melted into the flames. The weight of a thousand worlds lifted off her shoulder, the tightness in her chest that once crippled her had all but disappeared and that hollow ache that had started to feel all too normal, cleared through the fog and the wall Amara had built in Landyn’s mind. Though she wouldn't remember why she was suddenly feeling like her normal self, she found a note in her own handwriting in the journal sitting on her desk…   "Dear me…. welcome to your new chapter..”  Without another glance toward the fire in the fireplace, Landyn closed the journal with a soft smile on her cherry glossed lips. Tossing her crimson locks over her shoulder she made her way out of the now empty room, shutting off the light on her way out.

<Small><center>Slowly working on things, After some recent stuff I wanted to reconnect with people. Life is too short to harbor bad things or ill things. Sometimes going back in time and reconnecting with a life you started out on is needed in life. Degrassi was my first start. Most who were in the verse knew me as my default name after it was gifted to me If you remember Degrassi's verse and go down memory lane with me then let's do so. Life is short not saying we should all be best friends again, but remember the good and let the good out weigh the bad. The verse wasn't always bad and I met some amazing people through out the years. 

William Graham Starter "Hannibal doesn't prey, he believes in god" - Will Graham MCM... -Picture of Will Graham here- How do you fix a broken mind?" Hermione to Dr. Bloom- https://www.roleplayer.me/view_bulletin.php?bulletin_id=2406861 https://youtu.be/BaGMy8kCWVM ‘Hannibal doesn’t prey, he believes in god” -William Graham Francis:Nice pun. -winks- One could believe you got a soft spot for broken things: tea cups, mirrors, minds… Hermione:Yes, well... I suppose I might, what is broken can often be fixed as long as you are careful when placing it back together. Francis:Or you use the shards to create something completely new. An unique piece of art. Hermione:*cocks head* True, true. Though piecing it back together, could make it good as new, if iti is done delicately, with ease. Though making something new, a piece of art could never be the same as what it once was, it would no longer be a tea cup, but something else. Francis:So it depends on what you want. If you insist on your tea cup you have to get the shards together again, and fill the cracks with gold, maybe. Yet a restored broken mirror will never reflect the authentic reality again. It will become a mosaic, a decoration for your room. But what to do with a broken mind? Hermione listened to his words, and though she felt right about how she handled the words of the broken tea cup, or even a mirror, well what he said was right, at least in her eyes. A broken mirror would become no more than a piece of art, for no matter how delicate one is putting a mirror back together, in the end it will show you only the part of someone who is broken, a broken mind if you will. The question remained in her head ‘What do with a broken mind.?’ At this point, coffee was a must, because now, like he often does, Francis had given her a question, in which she would think on. “Good question, Francis, and I shall have an answer in due time.” she said walking off to get coffee. Once Hermione got her coffee, she sparked a cigarette and went to work, her mind swirling to wake up.She sat at the kitchen table, contemplating whether or not to watch the tele or not. Since at time, watching the tele had given her ideas, opened her mind to possible answers to questions, but this question, she felt. Well one she was not sure if the tele could help much. It might, but she was not sure about it. Thinking about it, she felt she may have to go into her own mind to answer his question. The thing with that, well besides her intelligence, it would take more than that to answer the question. Would she have to go into a broken mind? If so, who's and if so how would she find one, so broken? There was one who came to mind, but then again he was the one who asked the question. Therefore he would not be the one to go into, not to mention, she had an innocence that he would never wish to falter, the new question was, though it came from the heart, would going inside a broken mind break her innocence? It would have to break her heart in order to do so, wouldn’t it?’ Be that has it may, Hermione did not feel it would. She had faced darkness before, during her Hogwarts years, but that did not stain her innocence, her heart. It may have more to do with the fact that she had a heart big enough to know in her mind that through the darkness, a light may be around the corner. At this rate, she looked through her college notes, as well as through her notes from the academy. In search of a possible person to read about and get into their minds, but none jumped at her, at least not until her Professor , William Graham came to mind. If anyone she knew at this time had a broken mind, it was certainly him. For research purposes, she would head to one of her Professors from her School of Psychology and Psychiatry. Dr. Bloom. Hermione finished her coffee and went on to dress for the day, walking out the door and walking down to the underground parking lot attached to her apartments. She walked to her midnight blue nineteen -sixty seven mustang, putting the top down before she lit a cigarette, and starting the car, pulling out of her parking spot and driving off to school. Pulling up to the school, she parked her car in the student parking lot, getting out of the car, she saw Dr. Bloom walked alongside SSA Jack Crawford. She could see they were having an avid conversation, about who, she was not sure, but she decided not to get too close to them, instead she leaned against a pole in front of the student parking lot and watched, taking in their mannerisms and doing her best to read their lips. While she watched, she could gather a few words, but not enough to know who they were speaking of. So she decided to wait, she would wait until she could go to Dr. Bloom’s office. While she walked up to school not in any hurry, once in she decided to go to the library. The library, her home away from home. Of course one thing was for sure, when it came to Hermione, books were her escape, no matter what it was. Though fairy tales were no longer in her reading genera, to her Psychology books, books pertaining to the Criminal mind and such became her obsession from spells and potions. Which in the muggle world, were in a way substituted with Chemistry and Cook books. While Hermione sat in the library, she would text Dr. Bloom and let her know she wished to visit her in her office.After that, she went back to reading the book she picked out, one of the many that were not allowed to leave the School Library, so like she use to do, she had to sit in the restricted section in order to read it. She did not mind this, for even as a child she found it comforting and quiet, a place where she would not be disturbed. Still tell this day, it was her place, her escape from the world, which books often did. She glanced at her phone, seeing Dr. Bloom had text back. {Sounds good Hermione- Once I am finished with my current company, I will text you back and let you know. Say, around 1:pm, before your 2pm class?} With that, Hermione text her back- {Thank you, I appreciate you seeing me at your given time. I shall see you then, Dr. Bloom.} Once she texted her back , she continued to read a book, which she was in slight surprise was in the library,let alone the restricted section, a version of the King James bible, though she was not really one to be religious, she was reader and a researcher. She used the different versions of the bible among other religious written variations. While she read, she took notes on certain verses that caught her eye, ones she felt may or may not help her answer Francis’s question he brought about. It could seriously go two ways? Could it not? The thoughts ran through her head like fire, as did the question. It seemed like hours, but was mere minutes before Hermione received a text from Dr Bloom, precisely at 1:00pm. Dr. Bloom:{ Hermione I can see you now, are you in the library?} Hermione:{Yes, I am, but how did you know?} Dr. Bloom{I may have figured you out as a bookworm.} Hermione:{That I am, I am in the restricted section.of course I cannot check out the book.} Dr. Bloom:{No worries, I will make it happen, for you. Meet me at the checkin counter.} Hermione:{Will be there in a few minutes.} By the time Hermione got to the check out desk, Dr. Bloom was already quietly arguing with the librarian. Telling him her student needed the book for research purposes.”Hello Dr. Bloom” Hermione said as the male librarian was ready to rebuttal allowing the book out Dr. Bloom was asking for, until he saw the student it was meant for. “Oh forgive me, I didn’t know it was for Miss Drake, if you would have said that from the beginning I would have allowed it fron the get go, as I know Miss Drake returns her books on time.” he said as he nodded towards Hermione to go get the book, as she did so. Hermione went back to the restricted section and brought the book. “A bible, Miss Drake? This is the third time you wanted a bible.” he said as he secretly checked out the book. Dr. Bloom smiles and nods, as the book was checked out. “Pleasure as always, Miss Drake, by all means take your time.” he said as Hermione took the book and soon followed Dr. Bloom to her office. “Thank you, Dr. Bloom.” she said in a whisper as they walked out the library and headed to her office. “So, Miss Drake, is it?” Dr. Bloom asked, “Well it’s Granger, well to others, but Yes, I prefer Drake, seeing as I am related to the one known as Vlad the Impaler, so I’m told.” Hermione told her, Dr. Bloom knew this for the first time. “Oh really? I was told stories as a child of that man, but I was under the pretense he was a myth” Alana said as her and Hermione entered her office. “Well, in all actuality, he is not truly a myth, but a real person..part of my heritage, no I am not a vampire, haha. Though I have special qualities..I am not permitted to speak of him. Long line of family known to be myths and legends at that.” Hermione told her as she was handed a glass of whiskey, oddly the same kind she normally had. Which Hermione found odd, since this was her first visit to Dr. Bloom. “If i may be so bold, Dr, how did you know i was a whiskey connoisseur?” Hermione asked. She was not sure about Dr. Bloom, questions roamed through her head. It was not like she put out there she cared for Whiskey or cigarettes for that matter, but yer Dr.Bloom seemed to know more about her than Hermione did of her. “Well Miss Granger or Drake, i will say that your school chums keep little about your extracurricular activities secret, ike you prefer..of course one one of them, Garette, whom has brought it to my attention as well as Mr. Graham’s well. They have followed you, well he is not of this school. He is a serial killer, and with you changing your hair color, I feel you are in danger.” Dr.Bloom said as Hermione’s eyes widen in shock.”NO, I did not change my hair color due to him, i changed it simply to grab Mr. Graham’s attention. I mean it is not like my hair color was that different… Mr. Graham has pointed me out during class before my color change. He has pointed me out regardless of my hair color, he picks me out. It’s like he knows I’m different.” Hermione said as she took the glass of whiskey from Dr. Bloom.”So tell me,Miss Drake-Granger, what do you seek?” Alana asked as Hermione sipped her whiskey. “I need to know..how do you fix a broken mind?” Hermione asked Dr Bloom, in regards to her question, hoping she had an answer. Dr. Bloom sighs and looks at Hermione, thinking of Hermione’s other professor, Will Graham. ‘How do you fix a broken mind? And who brought that to your attention? Who made you come across that question, Miss Drake?” Alana asked. Hermione took a deep breath, then sighed, 'Umm no one in particular it’s just a question that came across me at home is all.’ Hermine said as she wrapped her coat around her, Seeing as the one she harbored was not yet known. “Well according to my father there is not a way, but then again he said positivity.. I just want to know what will work. “ Hermione said as she waited to hear Dr. Bloom’s thoughts. “Well, it depends how broken the mind is, I mean, your father is partly right on that account, but yeah. It really depends on how broken the mind is.” Dr. Bloom told Hermione, with that Hernione nodded, “What about Professor Graham? I mean his mind is broken..isn’t it?” Hermione asked Alana nods, “Yes, but a mind like his, well it’s one that has to be taken in delicately, It’s not e that can be put back together easily. It would take quite a bit to fix, tell me Hermione… of all minds, why did you pick his? I mean it would take more than magic, more than even you to fix…” Dr Bloom said not even she could fox his mid, try as she might. “You know what.. Maybe you could help someone fix him, I mean I thus far could not..but maybe you and someone else could. I mean you have something I don’t nor does anyone else who has been trying to fix him..” Alana said as she took a deep breath writing down a name. One that from this point on may change Hermone from this point on…Hannibal Lector. Alana does not take her students too lightly. Seeing as within the FBI, even as an Agent in training, Hermione was bright and innocent. Will Hannibal see the innocence in her? Would he try to kill her? All would hope he wouldn’t see Hermione was pure. She was innocent in a bottle if you will. Alana would surely have to keep an eye on her. For Will, for Jack's sake. She was a promising young woman. Alas , Alana wanted nothing to happen to her… For she knew Hermione had a crush, and she could only hope it would stay only that, a crush. A crush on her Professor…on William Graham..of course Alana could only do so much. She only hoped that down the line she could keep it that way. Since even she down the line found Willia unstable. Has Hermione got out of the chair and went to walk out the door, Alana got up and caught Hermione by the arm, “Mione.. Do me a favor..” Alana said as Hermione looked at her grabbing her rm, then up at Dr. Bloom, “Yes, what is it?” Hermione asked with a questioning look in her eyes, “Please, for your sake, stay away from your Professor.. From Will, he is more insatiable than you think, more than even you could handle..” Alana told her, but Hermione did not believe her, with her heart, Hemione believed she could mend his broken mind…. Even before she would even go to Hannibal. Hermione would go to Will first, she in her mind and in her heart felt she could fix his broken mind, without Hannibal…Could she? That was a question at this time she could not even answer at this time. All Hermione could do was fly into the Hawk’s nest herself. Hermione goes to Willaim Graham herself.... "ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏ ꜰɪxɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ." ------------ Tired? Was tired even the right word anymore? A soft sigh left the distressed man's chest. Blue eyes and a softly scowling face concentrated on his new interest of search: Hazard, the great wizard of ancient Babylon, and kings' whore, Venus. Believe it or not, the professor had other interests besides the crime field. He loved history. Knowledge. Graham possessed a lot of it, or at least that’s what he liked to argue he had. Knowledge. His lips spoke the most beautiful languages, French, English, Arabic, he even could translate old Hebrew and some Latin. He knew history by heart, not only because a lot of history he had witnessed himself, especially some of the most violent homicides that were the rich content for graphic files, having had indulged in the field in his previous professional life. There was not a book he did not read and if there was one, he fixed the mistake within hours, he educated himself for what else to do when you are blessed with solitude to combine with so much time on your sleeves other than study and teach? He would decode mathematic problems over breakfast but there was one science that would never go through his skull. The science that wore the cannibal’s name. He’d never struggled to get a read on people, until he met Dr.Lecter. But like Taylor Swift says, ‘It's been a long time. And seeing the shape of your name, still spells out pain.’ Think about something else, Will! he hurriedly told himself every time his thoughts wandered about the cannibal, but his thoughts would only go round in a circle. He had no idea where Hannibal had gone. Or if he still lives for that matter. Nobody had breathed a word to him, not even Alana - but everyone must have known where his partner in crime had gone. Someone must have known. Except Will. They must all have been talking about it endlessly, but when the professor was around they would hurriedly change the subject, talk of other things, while secretly they watched Will, knowing they knew something he didn't know. Did they enjoy the sense of power that secret knowledge gave them? Was that why they had been silent? What about Hermione. The student who seemed to be everyone’s best friend. The girl and the professor shared many (if not all) mutual friends. So did that earn her a first-row-seat when people spoke about Hannibal when Will wasn’t there? Did she swear secrecy not to bring it to her professor too? No, not Hemione, Will thought. Well if she knew anything, she didn't say it because she couldn't bring herself to tell Will; she knew how much it was going to affect him. And that was another humiliation, on top of all the others Will had suffered lately. It made it worse to know that people understood what he was going through! Oh, how he hated pity… The professor drew himself up, lifting his curly head in a defiant little jerk. He couldn't stop people guessing how he felt, but he didn't have to let them see! Nobody must see anything. From now on he must be on his guard against prying eyes, curious eyes, even those of friends who loved him and cared what happened to him. Damn Hannibal Lecter and his schemes. From now on, Will was wholeheartedly behind Jack Crawford and his conspirators if Hannibal was still there and they plotted to catch him. If they ever needed him on board, he was definitely in! In fact, he couldn't wait to see the cannibal’s face when the bomb exploded underneath him! While those thoughts were constantly in the back of his mind, Will stretched slightly behind his desk. It seemed near dead at this time of day, students were off for their lunch break which often lasts for no less than 45 minutes before they were to be recruited back to their classes, albeit the floor wasn't fully empty, for a few professors stuck around in their offices probably caught up in a puddle of sheets and researches as well. Will had been on the career of educating for the best part of nine months by now. He had the chance to do what near every teacher wanted most, to teach a class of his own but it proved to be something that hadn't interested him much. In his mind, he had always wanted to help people. /Really/ help them. But to make a decent career out of investigating crime scenes with his current state of mind was near impossible. A disputation over the matter surely rose between Dr. Bloom and his dear old boss, Jack Crawford. Will wasn't a fan of the long and crappy work week he'd had. Hell, everyone had a rough week. Jack was on the rampage it seemed. Or rather, he was more silent and sullen than normal. No matter what Will did, he couldn't pull him out of his funk. That bothered the professor. Not even a 'Will, you're losing it' and a chuckle from the dark-skinned male. All. Damn. Week. Jack was up his ass about wanting to put Will in the field /AGAIN/ and 'test him out'. Alana was insistent that Will 'wasn't ready'. Personally Will wanted to give each of them a period pack of chocolate, midol and tampons in a little bedazzled clutch bag and tell them to get over themselves and stop making decisions for him. Somehow, that didn't seem like a great idea so the professor opted out of it. Now here he was. Sitting at this desk, nursing his packed lunch in abandon. Trying to let the stress of the week fade, Will began to take slow, deep breaths. It's fine. This too, shall pass. Making his brisk movement away from the window and back to his desk as a shiver came to him for the mild wind bit at his skin, "Rising sun aye..." he mused as a little smile flickered on his mouth. A few minutes later, he was enjoying a peach yogurt at his desk, when the door suddenly knocked, making him jump almost guiltily. He hated to be caught eating in the office, although it wasn't illegal, and he often brought a packed lunch to work just in case and when he previously knew he'd be having a busy day. It meant he could be sure of at least one quiet hour in which to catch up with any paperwork which had fallen behind, and Will hated to fall behind with any of his work. Not when his colleagues watched him like hawks, waiting for him to fail, or to show signs of weakness, but Graham was determined to keep his job and do it as efficiently as he could, so he got into the habit of arriving early and leaving late, and skipping lunch whenever he felt the volume of work was growing too heavy. He tried not to be seen snacking at his desk, however, by any of the other academy staff, or even the students. He obviously preferred the appearance of effortless efficiency. When Will was appointed for his job, he had leapfrogged over several older professors, whose resentment was openly expressed, if in oblique fashion. “I heard you haven’t passed the FBI screening,” they often taunted him. “Maybe you should try a different field. You won’t be able to do the work.” And, when, after straining every nerve, Will managed to prove them wrong, they said with pretended sympathy but through gritted teeth, “It will be too much for you; you’ll never keep it up,” Today though, it was not one of his acid colleagues who interrupted him. It was Hermione, the spring sunlight gleaming on her hair and fair skin. Will was just as horrified as if it had been one of his colleagues. He put down his tub of yogurt and ushered her in. “Please… come in, Ms. Drake.” Show quoted text Show quoted text

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As Hunter's vision tunneled, his brain kicked into overdrive, replaying a kaleidoscope of memories from his 27 years. The crack of a baseball connecting with his father's mitt on the field. Mom's warm hugs after a tough day at school. Jake and Amelia's laughter ricocheting through the woods as they chased urban legends. Then the night everything changed - a panicked scuffle, a sickening thud, widening pools of blood. Fleeing their hometown under a shroud of guilt. The first eerie creek in his Savannah apartment signaling Karen's presence. The spine-tingling scream that made him a believer in the paranormal. Pouring over arcane texts and hunting for Karen's surviving loved ones, his desperation to uncover her story intensifying with each unanswered question. In his final seven minutes, Hunter's defining moments blurred together - cherished childhood recollections intertwined with the violence and haunting that now consumed him. His fight to unveil Karen's truth before his own secret unraveled. As the blackness closed in, a woman's anguished wail echoed through his mind, sending a final chill down Hunter's spirit. Then a void of finality as his life blinked out, his brain's movie reel spinning to a permanent stop.

Scrawling each experience in meticulous detail helped anchor Hunter's fraying grip on reality. The journal entries were a catalog of terror, charting his steady unraveling night after night. Yet he found grim solace in committing the paranormal chaos to paper, solidifying it beyond the vagaries of his increasingly sleep-deprived psyche. He glanced down at the cramped paragraphs with a grim smile. Proof that his sanity wasn't slipping, merely straining under the weight of inexplicable horrors manifesting around him. The scribbled pages were lifelines, compelling him to keep investigating no matter how frightening the truth might be. Whatever tormented Karen in this apartment before her death was now tormenting him. But he wouldn't run, wouldn't abandon the mystery until he had answers. The journal was their connection, his chronicle of her restless unfinished story waiting to be told.