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morganofthewildfire · 1 year

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I'm not entirely sure what this is lol, but i love the aesthetic, hopefully it's not garbage

CW: drug use

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1977

The night sky was huge.

Way up on the hill, overlooking the dazzling lights of Los Angeles, Celaena felt like she was on top of the world.

She was standing at the railing out past the pool, hands loosely gripping the glass as she stared up at the stars. Her emerald green silk dress whipped around her bare legs, the breeze dancing across her bare back and arms. It was a gorgeous piece, bought and gifted to her by her husband.

Her golden bangs blew over her face, cutting her gaze as they waved in front of her.

She didn’t feel the chill, nor did she hear the emptiness of the house and the backyard around her. Everyone had left, all of her party guests had made their way to their own mansions, or to an afterparty to get even more drunk and even more high.

The pills she’d downed had done their job.

A breath escaped her, gathering in the cool air before dispersing into the miles of sky. Maybe she could race out to the Hollywood sign and dance between the letters, or drive downtown and hit the sunset strip, or maybe go out to the beach, dancing in the waves that were gathering on the sandy shore.

She had a world of opportunities in front of her, and yet she didn’t move.

The sound of glasses clinking against each other reached her ears, and Celaena glanced over her shoulder, seeing a server in a white uniform jacket beginning to clean up the trashed backyard.

It’d been a blowout party, in celebration of her husband’s latest directorial success. The huge glass doors to the pool deck had been opened, lights in the pool and around the yard lighting up the venue. Their mansion was a sprawling two story masterpiece, but with the weather being so nice, the party was much better had outside.

But it was sure to take a long time to clean up, she didn’t begrudge the servers the large wage they were getting paid. Her husband had complained, but also liked to flash his wealth around, so it ended up working out.

Celaena was famous in her own right, as a budding movie star, but he held the power. Both in the public eye, and in the house. They’d met on the set of her first movie. A few months and a whirlwind romance later, they were married.

It was…fine. At this point, it was what it was.

That’s what the drugs were for, right?

“Oh, I’m sorry ma’am,” the server’s deep voice apologized when he caught sight of her looking at him. “I didn’t know you were still out here.”

She didn’t say anything, just stared at the man. He stared back.

He was holding a tray that he was collecting abandoned champagne glasses on, a rag over one shoulder. His hair was a strange silvery color, tied back in a short ponytail, which made her think it’d be about shoulder length, and shaggy in the style of the times. But for now, it was neat.

She’d never seen him before.

“It’s alright,” Celaena replied, her voice sounding foreign to her own ears. “Don’t mind me, I’m just looking at the stars.”

She turned back to look out across the city, the twinkling lights drawing her gaze more than the actual stars above. It’d been all she’d ever longed for, the fame and the fortune and the praise.

People longed to meet her, longed to speak to her, longed to be her. Yet, she didn’t feel much of it anymore.

There was a pause after she spoke, but then the sounds resumed, letting her know he’d gone back to cleaning up. There was sure to be other servers milling around, but she didn’t see anyone else.

With another puff of air, she turned around, leaving the glass wall and heading toward the covered patio. There was debris from the party all scattered across the deck: broken glasses, half smoked joints, pills and all other forms of drugs.

But she didn’t pay it any mind as she headed toward the server, bending down to pick up some lingering glasses near the outdoor bar. She could feel his eyes on her as she maneuvered over to set them on the glass table.

Celaena was half surprised it hadn’t been broken in all of the chaos.

“You don’t need to do that,” the server said, his voice rumbling in the still air, and she just shrugged fluidly.

“I helped make the mess, I can help clean it up.” She thought her words were clear, but he just stared at her. His alluring dark green eyes scanned her up and down, and her body stilled at the look. It should’ve been in a bad way, but it was decidedly not.

Her heart was fluttering as his gaze trailed down the rest of her body, until his silvery brows furrowed.

“Are you okay?” He asked, “you’re bleeding.”

“Hm?” Celaena asked, looking down at where his eyes were fixed. “Oh.”

Spilling onto the pool deck, pooling underneath her feet, was indeed blood. She’d lost her shoes at some point, and somewhere between the walk from the wall to the deck she’d seemingly stepped on some glass.

She hadn’t even noticed.

“Is there glass in your skin?” The handsome server asked, and she shrugged. He seemed like he was going to say more, but refrained and silence fell.

A wave of heat rushed over her, and Celaena just then realized how her hair was sticking to her neck from clammy sweat, her long dress getting caught around her knees.

She needed to cool down.

She turned around, her eyes searching the backyard for a solution before her gaze landed on the pool.

Dim lights reflected through the water, and she walked up to it and right down the steps without any hesitation, sinking in until she was up to her neck. Then with a sigh, she leaned back, closing her eyes and floating in the cool water.

She knew the blood was billowing out from her feet into that pristine water, but at that moment, she didn’t care.

She just relished in how the water swirled around her, cooling her flushed skin. Her dress floated with her, waving as the pool lapped against the edges of the tile.

In and out. In and out. She breathed deeply as she let the water hug her. As she let it hold her the way no arms ever had.

“What’s your name?” Celaena asked, breaking the stillness. He wasn’t making any noise, but something told her he was still there.

“Rowan,” he replied simply, and she let the name roll off her tongue.

“Rowan,” she repeated, her eyes still closed.

“What’s your name again?” Rowan asked, and she blinked, sitting up in the water and turning to look at him. She was going to tell him off, but he was smiling, the corners of his lips quirked up.

A giggle escaped her.

A giggle.

She hadn’t made that sound in a long time. The thought made her smile fade, and she swam up to the edge of the pool. Her bangs were plastered to her face, the rest of her hair stuck to her neck and shoulders. To fix it, she went underwater to smooth it all back before rising back to the surface, propping her chin on her hands as she looked up at Rowan.

He was looking back down at her.

“You should probably get the glass out,” he said, raising a brow. Celaena didn’t respond to the suggestion yet again, instead choosing to observe him from her spot. It probably wasn’t right to think, but he was handsome.

She had a husband, she shouldn’t be thinking of any other man like that. Despite the fact that he was nearly fifteen years older than her, and that he was probably out cheating on her right now, it still didn’t feel right.

But she couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be in his arms.

“Do you see that pill on the table?” She asked, tilting her head toward the glass table he was standing by. Rowan furrowed his brow, but turned and found it, picking up the powdery white pill with his tan fingers. “Can you toss it to me?”

He hesitated for a second before underhand tossing it over at her. Celaena caught it with her mouth, swallowing it easily. She let out a breath as it took effect, tingling through her whole body.

“Was that even yours?” He asked, and she snapped her eyes back open, tilting her head at him again,

“It’s my house, is it not?” She asked, avoiding the question. No, it hadn’t been hers. But it’d been left here, so by basic property rights, it now belonged to her. Or, technically her husband.

But he wouldn’t care. He’d likely feed it to her himself if he was here.

Celaena sighed lightly, tilting her head backward to look up at the sky. “Where are you from, Rowan?”

He picked up another stray glass, adding it to his collection as he answered. “Doranelle.”

She hummed in response. “That’s far from here.” All the way across the ocean.

“It is,” was all he said, before asking, “Where are you from, Celaena?”

“Shouldn’t you know?” She teased, propping her elbow up. Flirting, she was flirting. And the taunt earned her a chuckle, so she felt successful.

“I’m not a big follower of celebrities,” Rowan replied, taking the towel off his shoulder to begin wiping off the table. “Or tabloids.”

Celaena just shrugged, ignoring how endearing that fact was.

“I don’t actually know where I’m from,” she admitted, “but when I was eight I was brought to an orphanage in Rifthold, so I’ve been here ever since. I don’t remember anything beforehand.”

She didn’t want to look at him, didn’t want to see his pity, so she just looked back up at the sky.

“The stars are so beautiful, don’t you think?” Celaena said before he could respond. And it was true. They were entrancing, the glittering lights and shimmering constellations drew her gaze in and held it in a deadlock. They looked like they were spinning around, and she wanted to join their dazzling dance.

“Where’s your husband?” Rowan asked, and her stomach sank. She tilted her head back down to look at him, seeing his brows furrowed with what seemed to be concern. Unwanted concern, but concern nonetheless.

“I’ve been out here,” she said, her voice flat, “how should I know?”

It was as if the shift in conversation summoned the subject himself.

“Celaena!” A sharp voice called from inside the house, permeating the still air. Her eyes fell closed, the familiar race of apprehension racing across her skin.

“That’s me,” she said to no one. But instead of getting out of the water, she leaned back to float again, her eyes falling closed. He could come get her if he really needed something.

If not, then she could simply lay here under the stars forever.

After a moment or two, she cracked open her eyes, hoping for a glimpse of that green gaze, that intriguing man who’d made her smile genuinely for the first time in a long time.

But he was already gone.

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takearisk-xo · 3 months

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status update (?)

it's 2024, my real life is a bit of a mess (pending job change & cross country move), and i need a plan. i keep getting this urge to streamline, instead of bouncing around between fics like a goldfish with no attention span, so i'm going to lean into that and hope to god we get some results.

this is in terms of actively writing and posting. guaranteed i will still be daydreaming and plotting for all fics, but i still want to share some expectations with you all so we are on the same page and so i can hold my self accountable to my own imaginary deadlines.

at this point in time, i am going to post and complete SPRING FEVER first. it is the easiest and quickest to finish (pun intended) by far. and the only reason i haven't done it, is because i'm convinced the majority of you want other updates first. but i need to get it out of my head and off my plate.

after spring fever is completed... give me a few weeks? then THE PATH FROM YOU takes the drivers' seat. we are so close to the climax and conclusion, that it *should* go pretty quick and fast-paced from here. I don't have a timeline for completion but my goal is to post one chapter a month once we get to that point.

here is where i'm going to disappoint some of you. ALREADY GONE is going on hiatus. at least until the path from you is finished. this fic started as a side project, a distraction (read: shitpost), and now I have to rethink some things and potentially even dedicate myself to some mild rewrites. there is just a lot I want to do with it now, that i didn't in the beginning, and i want to be able to dedicate my full headspace to it. because the emotions and conclusion could be so good, but only if i give it time.

for hannah 2.0 and val: MEMORIES FEEL LIKE WEAPONS will get it's day in the sun. i've been taking notes on it for over a year, and i definitely need to work through it and finish it before i even attempt a tpfy sequel. there is so much i want to showcase in this fic outside of ginny's journey, but like with already gone, i need the time and headspace to do it. i will also, almost definitely, rewrite and repost chapter 2 at some point. i have more groundwork i need to lay with a certain slytherin. but that's a discussion for another day.

if this is in anyway a let down for you, i'm sorry. but this is the only way i can stay sane during a total life upheaval. thanks for sticking around if you've read this far and still like me. as always, i will post an changes or updates as soon as i figure them out.

love you all,

hannah <3

#about my writing #the path from you #already gone #spring fever #hinny

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