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Gays I may have a comeback

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Tagging; ‪@blvck_orchid.ৎ‬ ‪@hıraeth.ৎ‬ ‪@real.brioche‬

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𝘍𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢 .☘︎ ݁˖ / #𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳

This is literally their child bro 🥹
‪@Nayosn‬ :: HE LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE DUKE AND HAS THE SAME SKIN AND EYE COLOUR AS ALICIA AND HE ALSO HAS WATER POWERS LIKE DUKE AND HES ALSO A PRINCE LIKE DUKE

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𝘍𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢 .☘︎ ݁˖ / #𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳

Which Story would you rather read/is more engaging?

vers 1.
Okay.



How did I even get myself into this situation? I’m scrawled up in what I think is a secret room, in my totally ordinary, totally boring boarding school. That was sarcasm by the way, if you can’t read the room. Surrounded by glowing letters and symbols, a weird breeze that keeps circling me even though there are no windows, and—oh yeah—the wall just hissed at me.



This is Great.



Before you judge me: I was bored. I pressed some weird bricks in the hallway because they looked suspicious, and next thing I knew—whoosh. Secret magic room. Probably cursed. Typical Tuesday.



Oh, right, I should probably introduce myself. Hi, I’m Asteria Devereux, Asteria Augustina Devereux, if we’re being formal, which no one ever is, except my parents when they’re mad or mystical or something.

Which is like always.



And up until five minutes ago, I was a completely average, low-profile, slightly-weird girl just trying to survive group projects and mountains of homework. Now..? Well, it feels like my DNA is being rewritten from inside of me, yeah, amazing feeling. (Again, sarcasm, read the room, people) Also, I think the shadows want to eat me alive.



Let me give you some context, so I’m Asteria—you already knew that, but let’s just restate it, for dramatic effect. Anyway, I’m a 12-year-old, half-British, half-French schoolgirl living in Toronto. How did I get here from France? Long story short, my parents thought I was a waste of time, so they shipped me off to Canada so I’d learn some ‘manners’, so now I currently go to a private International Baccalaureate boarding school called ‘Valemont Hall’, a horrid name if you ask me, but at least they don’t use American English here. I’m not racist or anything, but why do you have to exclude ‘u’? That feels a little discriminatory.



So, how did I end up in this secret room? Let’s start from the beginning.

Earlier this morning, I was exactly ten minutes late for World History, which is apparently a war crime at Valemont Hall.



Not my fault. Okay, it was my fault, but who builds a hallway that loops in a circle and doesn’t label anything except in rusted, unreadable, I think English? That feels hostile, and this is supposed to be the most prestigious school in Canada; it’s Toronto, what would I expect? At least Quebec has some flair.



Also, I swear the third-floor corridor moves. I’m not saying it’s alive, but I’ve walked down that corridor three times, and it never leads to the same place twice. I think it’s taunting me. Or I have a terrible sense of direction.



Anyway, I was running to class when I saw them—three bricks on the west wall that didn’t match the rest. Like, different texture. Different colour. Slightly glowing.

So, naturally, instead of doing the smart thing and getting to class before I became even more late, I punched the bricks.



Not my best moment. My fist still hurts.


vers 2.



“Oh no,” Asteria whispered, her hands trembling as she looked around. She was in a dark, damp room, the air thick with musk. Glowing letters hung in the air, spelling out the word ‘Νύξ’. The word felt heavy, like something important–even though she had no idea if she’d ever seen it before. Worst of all, she had no clue how to get out.





Asteria hadn’t expected her day to go like this.





That morning, September 10th, 2013, Valemont Hall, one of the most prestigious schools in Toronto. Asteria hated it, everything, most especially how they had to stand up for ‘O Canada’ every morning. She missed her life back in France. However, she couldn’t think about that right now; she just had to survive the school day.



“Odette!” A Hispanic girl with pigtails exclaimed, waving right at Asteria. She almost didn’t respond–until she remembered her name. Here she was Odette Burberry, though the name still didn’t feel like hers, no matter how much she tried to adapt to it. Don’t be stupid, she told herself. That’s your name here, don’t mess it up.

If she slipped, it wouldn’t just be embarrassing; it would be everywhere, and her parents would hate her for it.



“Oh! Nancy, didn’t expect to see you here. I thought you’d already be in class!” Asteria said with a polite smile, walking up to Nancy. In all truth, Asteria did not care about the girl; she hadn’t even thought about her all morning. Asteria knew that she was a spy for the popular girls. Not like she cared anyway.



As they walked to class, she heard whispers from the other students; if they wanted to whisper, they shouldn’t have made it audible.



“Don’t mind them, Odette! They’re just jealous you’ve come from Europe! It’s not every day we have international students!” Nancy said with a wide grin. Asteria sighed, then smiled. “Yeah, you’re right.” Asteria did not care about what they said, at least she tried not to. She usually wasn’t belittled like this, especially not in France and England.



As they walked to class, they came across the ‘popular cliche ’. They reeked of fake, expensive perfume that made her head throb; their faces were full of makeup (most likely from Dollarama); and they were wearing high heels (in school!!). “How are they not dress-coded?” Asteria whispered to Nancy. “I have no clue,” Nancy said with a wide grin.



The leader, Katie, turned towards them. She had curly blonde hair that was tied into a plait and bright pink eyeshadow smeared onto her eyelids. “Oh, look, it’s the geeks”, she said, following it with a high-pitched laugh that sounded unnatural; her minions (following her lead) laughed as well.



“Hey, British girl, as a welcoming gift, I got you a cup of tea, nice, right?” She said with a wicked grin on her face. This was not going to end well. She grabbed a cup of tea from her locker (is she insane!?) and threw it onto Asteria.



Asteria yelped, the tea splattered all over her uniform, which was slowly soaking in the tea; it was for sure going to stain. “Are you mad!?” Asteria exclaimed. Beside her, Nancy was silently giggling.



“Or what? You gonna call the ‘royal guards’ on us?” Said a brown-haired minion, putting her hands on her hips.

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Guys Im abt to be back full time after Easter chat 🥹

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OMDS I WAS CLEARING MY GALLERY AND I FOUND THESE PICS OF NAYALYNS SISTER IM SCTUALLY GONNA COMBIST SHES SO CUTE OMDS 🥹

‪@Nayosn‬ pls give ur sister a hug for me 🥹

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