Nornslayer
sugar is my wife and morg is the other mistress
ANTOINETTE DE LA RUE
✦gen ed student✦
"the beauty is there but a beast is in the heart"
Antoinette like most days, woke up to a cold empty room. Dark curtains blocked delicate sunlight, preventing the room from being bathed in warm light. The shadows seemed darker, stretching from her large bed to the doorway. The young woman swept her feet to the side and gracefully rose up, as always keeping a perfect balance. Each step she took was silent, knowing loud noises would only be met with angry yells from her mother and a cold disdainful look from her father. Unlike most children growing up, she lacked the freedom and wildness of young kids. Her mother, a strict and powerful women who expected complete obedience, would unleash verbal abuse and cruel words anytime the little girl attempted to be anything less than exactly like her mother, cold and heartless. Her father, a busy man who despite loving his daughter greatly, deferred to his wife when it came to raising their child. Her mother interfered only for their private lessons, an altogether traumatizing event, molding her into an ice queen. As a result she was mostly raised by numerous nannies and tutors. Instead of playdates or going to the playground, she had ballet classes and rigorous schooling. To her father, the only way to redeem her birth was to be a poster child for the family, the perfect daughter. She always had to be the best and nothing less.
In France, she was isolated, only her tutors and instructors to talk to. Moving to America had been the best thing to ever happen to her. The household may not have changed, but for the first time in her life, she had gained a friend. The next door neighbor happened to be an equally influential and wealthy family with a daughter around her age. The girl became her only solace in the never ending hell that was her life. Only around her friend Kimyra, could she drop the facade and be more than a Del La Rue. Today marked her first day of freedom, in a mere hour she would be out the door and on a flight to Los Angeles to attend Hero University. The yellow eyed woman had never thought she would have been able to attend a university of her choice, but thankfully acceptance into such a prestigious school could not be turned down. As long as she upheld the family's pride she would be permitted to move out from under their thumb, at least until graduation.
She sighed miserably, and pulled open her closet, quickly grabbing her outfit for the day. Having finished dressing, she looked around her large bedroom, surveying the place. It looked lifeless, although that wasn't too much of a difference. Her entire life was packed into suitcases stacked against the wall, leaving the room void and clean. Pushing her shoulders back and straightening her posture, she left her safe haven with her head high. Antoinette silently prayed that her parents would be gone or asleep, but alas, they went unanswered. "Antionette, come over here." Her mother's deceptively sweet voice called out to her, beckoning Nette over to her. Ever the dramatic, the woman sat like a queen before a peasant in a large chair in their living room. Emotionless eyes stared into her, searching and finding her lacking. Dreading the conversation, but knowing there was no escape, she approached her, maintaining her poise. "Good morning Mother." The half snake woman looked down on her daughter, elegantly cleaning her nails with a knife as she spoke. "Before you go darling, repeat to me the rules."
Antionette behind her back, clutched her hands tightly together, halting their shaking. "One. Never let a man have power over you. Two. Never fall in love, love is for the weak. Three. A Del La Rue must always present their best image. Four. Always keep a mask, De La Rue's do not show emotion. Five. It is the destiny of the weak to be devoured by the strong." Her nails bit into the soft palm of her hands, struggling to stifle the shaking. Her mother paused, and held eye contact for several agonizing minutes and then nodded, "Never forget." With that she was dismissed. Swiftly snagging her bags, she fled the household, shutting the door a touch to harshly behind her. Nette, winced and stood still, hoping it wasn't heard. Fortunately for the new college student, it went unheard and she was able to escape to the car parked along the driveway. A chauffeur waited inside, ready to drive her to the airport. She slid the separator between them up, and pulled out her earbuds, content to let the soft french music wash over her, and bring her a moment of peace. Before she allowed herself to close her eyes and truly relax, she sent a quick text to Kimyra. "On my way to the airport, I will see you there."
TAGS: mentions kimyra Goldie. code by valen t.
DERRINGER KING
✦hero student✦
"I am the fire inside of a loaded gun."
Derringer stumbled off the plane, his large bulk making it difficult to maneuver through the tight aisles. His bookbag hung loose over his shoulder, bumping into people as he walked. He made hurried apologies, rushing off as fast as he could, a man on a mission. Let's just say it was a very long flight and he was a stupid lad and did not use the bathroom beforehand. "Fuck, sorry bro!" The gunheaded man yelled out a sorry as he full force smacked into a young man near the bathroom, almost bowling them over. With a strong callused hand, he reached out and gripped the stranger's shoulder, steadying them before rushing off once more. He made it just in time, sighing in relief. Afterwards he checked his phone, looking for a text from his cousin Mack. He wasn't particularly close to her but last time the family came over for thanksgiving he had her take his motorcycle up with her, as she lived near Los Angeles. This way he cut off the large amount of money he would have had to spend to ship it up, and he avoided a very lengthy uncomfortable roadtrip. She had dropped the motorcycle off at the airport a day ago, which made this much easier.
Derringer cracked his knuckles and strode to the baggage claim, grabbing his duffel bag and suitcase swiftly. The man popped open the school's groupchat and left out a chuckle at the chaos. The group looked pretty rad so far and he was looking froward to meeting them in person. Outside the airport, taxis and cars lined the road in front. It was a Friday so the airport was pretty packed, making things a little more difficult for him. The typically easy going man let out a loud curse as a car sped off towards him, causing him to have to rapidly back up to avoid getting hit. "Ay watch were ya going you sonuvabitch," he yelled out. resisting the urge to shake his fist at them like a 90 year old cranky man on a front porch. Muttering to himself, Der moved onwards finding his bike in no time.
Two hours later he arrived at the prestigious campus. Derringer was incrediably excited for it, the university had the best police program around and he was pretty lucky to be admitted. His father was a policeman before him, and his grandfather before that was one too. It ran in the family and he was the next. Honestly he didn't really care what the future held for him, he was more of a go with the flow kinda guy, but he didnt object to the current plan. Honestly, he kinda vibed with it, he liked shooting shit and saving people so it worked for him. Der pulled out the campus map he had tucked in his backpack pocket and held it out, horribly confused. "Fuck, how do you read a goddamm map again??"
code by valen t.
ZEPHYR WHITEWISE
✦hero student✦
"Feral dog, you run away he'll chase you"
A white haired man covered in dirt tumbled to the ground from an expensive looking car. The man caught himself with a roll, leaping up to his feet with a sharp push. Bystanders gave him a glance, wondering who the feral looking person was. Who he actually was would never have been what one would guess, the almost shirtless student with scars and ragged clothing happened to be the Zephyr Whitewise, the son of one of the richest and most influential men in the world. Unfortunately having been left to basically raise himself in the woods, made it so he did not have the appearance of an affluential being. Zephyr stretched loudly, relishing in each pop of his joints cracking beneath his skin. The hero student didn't bring much with him, not needing more than the bare necessities. A fellow student passing back wrinkled their noise and took the long way around, not enjoying the "woodsy" scent flowing from the man. Zephyr, oblivious as always didn't notice.
He grabbed his single duffel bag and casually flung it over his shoulder, barely noticing the weight. He started confidently striding forward and then passed, realizing he had no idea where he was suppose to go. Zep remembered the packet his dad had passed to him two days ago and scrambled for it, there was a map and all his info in it, detailing what dorm he was in and where it was along with any other information he would require. Unfortunately, Zephyr could not rad. Frustrated he grabbed the nearest student he saw and shook them vigorously, "HEY SHORTIE, WHERE IS HERO DORM?" Never one to focus on volume control, his words reached father then his victim, echoing around campus.code by valen t.
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