lee / in case you didn't know

[persephone oceane harrera]

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for persephone, it seemed as though every day was drifting by at it's own slow, dreary pace. as the seasons changed, and drifted, she felt as though she was stuck, standing in the same spot watching it all flicker by. the wind would be blowing through her hair and still, she stood with her arms folded over her chest, staring straight ahead, focused on everything that was coming forth. yet, she wasn't moving an inch. it had been like that for years, she'd felt so disconnected from everything - and perhaps that was due to her upbringing, maybe it was being away from the only place she really knew, and actually being safe for the first time in her life. she might have been to hogwarts for years, seven to be precise, but the seventeen year old wasn't feeling comfortable even here. there was something about the abusive relationship that she'd grown up with that made her feel secure. maybe it was being slapped around and punished for every single mistake, but every single relationship she'd had outside of that, had been a reflection on the life she led at home. the men had been the type to lower her self esteem, slap her around and show her just who was in control of the situation. she felt like she belonged when they did that, when they reminded her of how weak she was, and made her submit to their every will, she would drop to her knees in an instant and fill their every desires without so much as a question. drearily excited for the hits she might be privy too, should she do anything wrong. the roughness made her feel secure, for that was all she had known. there was no real love in the world for persephone, just brutal honesty.

she made her way up the slippery steps to the owlry, the place was littered with owl poop, and messy straw that was scattered about on the floor, covering the layers of mess the birds had made from their perches. feathers drifted slowly from the alcoves, and settled on the stone floor that was still visable underneath it all. persephone wasn't here to send a letter though, instead, she made her way over to one of the high arch windows, and sat on the bricks gazing out at the long drop below. suicide had been something that had crossed her mind before, although she wasn't sure it was something she could really ever follow through with, it hadn't been cause for concern. the wind whipped through her hair, scattering it about her face, and she swung her legs over the edge, her fingers resting on the cool stone, tips of her fingers curled against it, gripping it to keep her safe in her position as she stared down below. it was so peaceful up here, aside from the soft noises coming from the birds inside, everything was still, and new, and fresh. no one could get her up here, no one knew where she was, and no one would ever have even noticed if she really did disappear forever. life... well, it might not have been easy, but sitting up here, watching time slip by, nothing could possibly go wrong.

[mason james taber]

your love pours down on me

surrounds me like a waterfall

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Once a month Mason would receive an owl from his mother updating him on how the family was doing, there were expectations for him to send a response on how he was holding up at school. It was a pain in his opinion, he didn't enjoy taking time to inform her that he was well so often, not that much happened each month. He also didn't care to know how everyone at home was doing, as long as no one had died he didn't see why he needed an update, especially about his sister. The most recent owl had inform him that her reading was coming along well as she was very bright, likely to be a Ravenclaw in the future. This news was pointless to him, he couldn't care less that she could read and doubted she had any intelligence. All she had ever done while he was home is whine and be loud, she was nothing but annoying to him and he truly wished she didn't exist.

Of course he didn't write this in his letter, he'd simply wrote that he was doing well in his classes and was eager to be finishing school this year. That should be enough to please his mother for the month, he purposely didn't comment on anything she'd told him about his sister. Mace had a rather privileged life that had caused him to be extremely selfish and arrogant. The most upsetting thing he had going on in his life was the four year old back home who drove him bonkers. To most people he didn't have anything worth complaining about but in his eyes having her running around his home was tragic. He was ignorant to the real problems others had, he never thought about anyone but himself and had never bothered to realize some people had bigger problems than his little annoyances.

Mason slowly made his way up the steps to the owlry, letter in hand. As he reached the top of the tower, his eyes set out to find his owl Raine. It didn't take long, she quickly swooped down to land on his arm, accepting the treat he gave her before taking his letter and flew out. He had always tried to make his time in the owlry short, the place was disgusting and he had no interest in being in there for very long. As he turned to leave, he spotted someone sitting on the window facing out with feet dangling over the edge. Upon a closer look he recognized her, Persephone was in his year and house. While he knew who she was, he didn't really know her. That wasn't unusual for their house, for the most part everyone was somewhat guarded, he didn't go out of his way to get to know everyone. He mostly had aquintances, although she might not eve count as that, he couldn't recall ever really haveing a real conversation with the girl.

While he didn't enjoy spending much time there, he found himself taking a few steps toward the window where she sat. It was a bit dangerous to sit there like that, apparently she was someone who liked taking risks. "Not easily scared?" he asked, moving to lean on the windowsill next to her, looking over at the long drop below them. Mason wasn't someone who was bothered by heights, he enjoyed flying on his broom even if he didn't bother playing quidditch.

and there's no stopping us right now

TEMPLATE BY: THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE MIKEY ! @ CAUTION.

[persephone oceane harrera]

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she had been caught off guard by the voice behind her, persephone hadn't even heard anyone come into the owlery, let alone come up behind her. her brows wrinkled together and she casts a glance over her shoulder towards him. she recognized him, only because he was in her house, but other than that. she didn't know much about him, his name though, rung through her mind, after all, being in the same house for seven years usually meant you'd know who was who. if she didn't, she'd have been extremely ignorant to everyone around her. although that spoke mostly true, she did know people, and she wasn't as ignorant as others liked to make it seem. her feet dangled precariously over the edge, and she scooted back slightly so she could turn more to face him, still sitting on the ledge. what's it to you? she replied, rather harshly, although she probably could have switched up her tone and attempted to actually be decent to him. sorry she shrugged as she looked back out the window, watching the sky a while before her eyes slowly, but surely, drifted back to the tall male. theres just nothing to be scared about, what's scary about death? whats scary about heights? it's a thrill, it's exciting, it's all a clean slate. there was really something more exciting about the thrill of the fall, or the idea of death. no one knew what death really brought to the plate, was it simply a new start? or did you really go to some fanciful place in the sky that people commonly referred to as heaven? she wished she knew, because the thought of the mystery really did excite her.

seph, drew in a deep breath and she pulled back from the ledge, swinging back over the side until her feet hit the firm ground. she cast a glance across to mason, and eyed him quietly for a moment. i won't bother you, if you're sending a letter then you might as well have the space to do that without me around. she added, her hands tucking into the pockets of her jacket, she flipped her hair out of her face and headed towards the door. there was no where else for her to really go, but she would find herself something to do for the rest of the day if it was the last thing she ever did. while watching the skies from her perch in the owlery was tempting, she preferred the solitude that it offered when no one else was around. in that moment, it was ruined, she didn't really blame him though. it was a public place of course, and he wasn't to know that someone was up their contemplating the afterlife, and how easy it would be to just simply... let go.