medea,

of course the love is there still.

[medea, @halfgrief]

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[medea, @halfgrief]

/ otsukaresama for all of the hard work, garem! i have only been in this event for a few seasons and we did not interact much at all, but i enjoyed reading the things you & the other panitia wrote for he’s main sl. wishing you luck on your future endeavors. ☘️

[𝑮𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑻 𝑴𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑪. @gareminHE]

However, as the old adage goes, all good things must eventually find their end. With this season, I am finally closing the book on my chapter here. Yes, this is my final season, both as a panitia and as a participant.

[𝑮𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑻 𝑴𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑪. @gareminHE]

Me, alongside Karen, Jiro, Elok, Ely, Uriel, Ian, and Aiden, bid you all goodbye. May our paths cross again, and may we meet as better versions of ourselves.

With a grain of salt,

Garem.

[HOGWARTS EVENT @HogwartsEvent]

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[ᅠ.⋆ ᅠ𝓒, PHOEBUS. @monitoringy]

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[medea, @halfgrief]

constellation thrones aloft—silent, abominable, and distant. | end of thread.

[medea, @halfgrief]

she nudges a lone pebble with the pointed tip of her shoe. the white of her dress feels a little too modest among the splashes of other hues. medea has nothing else to wear, however, coming from a family without the blessings of generational fortune.

[medea, @halfgrief]

most honest she could be so far; that whatever conclusions would pass, may it not rend any of your foolish hearts.

“stay with me for a little while, jason.” she turns, her head inclined upward, finding a cold sort of tranquility from the blinking stars in their soft …

[medea, @halfgrief]

https://t.co/0CzPUH61By

[medea, @halfgrief]

in my chest there are fewer river mouths which speak of blood and steel and forgiveness.

[medea, @halfgrief]

lie down, lover. burn with me on the pyre of our dreams. look up, let us admire the skies fall as new dawn comes. it is safe here. it is only safe here.

[medea, @halfgrief]

https://t.co/QVeTChLWqm

[medea, @halfgrief]

in my chest there are fewer river mouths which speak of blood and steel and forgiveness.

[medea, @halfgrief]

she drags her knees to herself, cradling their bony structure, feeling the coldness that has long seeped into her flesh and further with her hands. “what do you think would happen tomorrow?” she murmurs. “does it scare you?” @aeternaist

[medea, @halfgrief]

it truly has been a good evening. seated here in all of your paired lonesome, against the intimidation of encroaching unknown with only the night as your witness, it doesn’t strike her as terrifying anymore.

her silence lingers stubbornly even after your faithful declaration.

[medea, @halfgrief]

@cyanxde_ / mamiii!!

[medea, @halfgrief]

field. the moonlight is nothing to the sun that medea so much prefers, but it is enough. it will always be enough. “we have the wh—ole place for us here!” @aeternaist

[medea, @halfgrief]

well make a victim of a poor soul. medea stands and steps onto the soil, her feet—bare and unapologetic—crush the tickling grass beneath. it is cold and dewy. her toes sink right between. “come on, jason!” she beams, barely bothered to turn, and runs past the dark to the open …