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Fantasy Academy For The Supernatural & Gifted Humans

((Cuz they're cute af <3))


Zac strokes Writer's hair, finding it more enjoyable to play with than Zoe's thick, tangled strands. He stares down at her face, wishing his eyes could take a picture of her beauty.


"Ooh! Foxes are cool. They're cute killers... like me. And I wasn't actually going to eat the turtle. I mean probably not. "


He laughs and ponders on her last question for a minute. He doesn't like that she's asking him, because he assumes she's hiding something, but he fights the urge to question her well-being.


"Well, it wasn't exactly a positive thing to be a vampire while living with my human aunt and uncle. They knew, but they acted like they didn't. When I was little, my aunt used to force me to stay inside with a plate of food in front of me, so I was forced to live on bugs for weeks at a time. Zoe was given more freedom, but she never really got taught how to...do things. She never saw our parents hunt, so death was always a scary thing to her. "


The male stares off into space suddenly, feeling sick for talking negatively about his sister.


"I had to learn to hide my fangs and behave, which never really got easier until I was teenager. My uncle used to beat me up a lot, but I couldn't just not take care of my sister. She had to drink whatever I could give her, as much as she hated me for killing innocent creatures. "


Zac grins, trying to fight the tears from coming.


"She's the best thing that's ever been born... So, I mean, hiding things is normal for people like us, but it's not good. That's why we're here, Writer. We can't hide forever. "


Zac blushes, knowing he has been talking way to long. He looks away from her, hoping she doesn't mock him for acting so odd.


~My favorite letter in the alphabet is the D~
 
Nightmare walks out to see zac and writer she was about to yell for them but stops when she sees them so she just walks over. "Hey guys"
 
She sat up and turned around hugging Zac. She now felt bad for asking him that question. Her hair blew out of her eyes revealing her now, white/ blue eyes. She didn't care if he saw, well as long as he didn't worry.


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((Zoe is just dead for now ))


Zac hugs Writer back, feeling a mix of happiness and sadness. He notices her eyes, but doesn't know if it's just another type of emotion. The male chews on his lip, deciding he should ask anyways.


"Writer? Are...are your eyes okay? I mean, I know they change color, but I've never seen them like this. "


He holds both her hands, feeling even closer to her now that he's told her about his past. It's not that he's embarrassed of it; it's just hard for him to think back to it and not get upset.


~My favorite letter in the alphabet is the D~
 
She looked down and sighed. "I never met my father, all my mother told me is that he was an angel. And he had to be banished somewhere because I was born. And then, I became more like my mother, there for a bit vicious. And less like my father. Then when I turned 6, my mother left me. I thought its because I was being too bad. So I stayed and cleaned around our home, awaiting her arrival. She's been gone for so long, I can even remember the color of her hair. I can't even remember the voice that'd sing me to sleep at night." She said, her voice growing quiet and shaky as she choked back tears. She then, began to speak again. "And honesty they've never been like this. Usually everything is brighter when my eyes are white, but now. Everything is just odd to look at. It's bright and dark. But please don't worry, please!" She begged, looking into his eyes. She didn't like people worrying about her. It made her feel like complete shit.


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(("Splish splash I was taking a bath, only on Saturday night " = the cutest thing to catch your kid singing. Omg. ))


~My favorite letter in the alphabet is the D~
 
Zac kisses Writer's forehead, picturing her six-year-old self all alone. At least he had his sister to talk to when things got bad. He doesn't know how to help, so he just nods.


"Okay... I won't worry, but the only reason I worry is because I... "


Zachery's face turns totally red, and he changes the subject.


"Just promise me you'll go to the nurse or something if they start to hurt, okay? "


The male smiles, meekly and kisses her, hoping they can work through their problems together. He pulls away from her but remains only inches away from her face. His voice is soft and nervous, as if the whole world may collapse if he speaks too loud.


"So... so I was thinking that, well, I need you to keep me from getting into trouble and to keep Zoe safe. I need to talk to you when I don't know what to do; I need you when I can't trust anyone else....I really need you... not just anyone can make me feel happy like this. I want you around me as much as possible. I need to be with you, Writer.... and...and I don't want to risk losing you because you're perfect to me, and I know this may seem crazy... and I may seem unstable, but... I feel like you keep me true to myself... what I'm trying to say is: Will you be my girlfriend, Writer?"


He bites his lip, nervously, hoping she can look past this moment. He knows she likes him, but he didn't know if she was ready to actually date him. He has a sick feeling that the girl will say no, or will only agree out of pity for him.


"But... but I don't want you to feel pressured into this, I'll be okay of you don't want to...."


((You're welcome.))


~My favorite letter in the alphabet is the D~
 
( #PromiseRings


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I'm trying not to scream because my sister is asleep in my room... OH MY GOD! ZACHARY UR TOO ADORABLE! ERMEHGERD! BRB I NEED TO PEE! #TmiOfTheDay )


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((Those are cute xD omfg, I always fall in love with my own characters, so I know lol ))


((Writer x Zac = my favorite roleplay couple ever. For real ))


~My favorite letter in the alphabet is the D~
 
Writer looked up at him, tears going down her face. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. After pulling away she opened her mouth and spoke. "Of course I'll be your girlfriend you big doof." She giggled, kissing him once more. Her eyes went all white, her emotions were a combination of joy, and love.


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Zac laughs with his girlfriend, kissing her lips, as well as her tear-stained cheeks. He hates to see her cry, even though she is only crying "happy tears".


"Excellent! "


The male feels so happy, he wants everyone to know, so he stands up, helps Writer to her feet, and shouts out as loud as he can.


"Writer Jones is my girlfriend, everyone! She's all mine, and I'm hers, and I am so fucking happy! Fuck everyone else! "


Zachary laughs and kisses Writer again, making it last as long as he can, but then he stops, realizing he can kiss her whenever he wants. He picks her up and carries her back to the tree the group had sat under the other day.


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Meanwhile, Zoe has attempted to make a whole home for Stanley, making a fenced in area with tongue depressers from the nurse's office. She pushes him about, but the turtle doesn't want to move.


"Come on, Stupid! You're supposed to be cool, like Mist!"


~My favorite letter in the alphabet is the D~
 
( lmfao sure u are... But I'm laughing so hard... Awe the siblings are fucking awesome)


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