Arianne Venura: A Wildcard Week Short

Alpha Belt
Mortal Realm
Venura Residence
2015

Ever since she was a child, Aria loved the sound of booming thunder and lightning striking the sky. Unlike other children, she didn’t cower at the noise and instead sat up, waiting for the next peal to happen. Her parents had told her that the sound of thunder merely came from God bowling up in the heavens, and the mental image stuck with her. Until now, she always wondered if the Big Guy was hitting strike after strike or if he missed every turn.

On another hand, she loved lightning because of how beautiful the jagged line in the sky was. She adored how it remained there for a split second – a number of frames – until it disappeared completely. She also loved how it struck without making noise, how a single burst of power could be so illuminating yet gone without a trace.

She was fascinated until her fourth year where they studied electricity in Physics. They studied currents and resistances, power and such. The entire Senior class studied the types, how it went, how it happened. They discussed so much about electricity that Aria’s notes became filled to the brim.

(She aced the topic and was proud.)

The girl didn’t realize until she was older, but that was one of the indictors which proved that she really was meant to be a Lightning Original.

Aria was a ball of energy throughout the years; even more so after having a Grande-sized cup of coffee. She was a spike of energy, something that happened so sudden and fast that no one knew how she shifted from quiet and reflective to bouncy and talkative. Aria could talk at fast speeds which left others blinking; at her best, she got idea after idea after idea which would make her scribble into her notebook with an unreadable handwriting.

That was when she was at her best.

Color Palettes: Aria Venura

Aria Venura || Source || Lightning Original

Gabriel Silvas: A Wildcard Week Short

­Alpha Belt
Mortal Realm
Venura Residence
2015

After Gabriel Silvas had lost his friends one by one, he swore to himself that he wouldn’t get attached to the first person he got to know.

Of course, Fate wanted to test him – Fate tested everyone, after all. The next thing he knew, Gabriel was delegated as a Watcher. And he had no idea how he came to be at that position. Gritting his teeth, Gabriel accepted the position without daring to say anything against the Creator.

Even with his new duties, he promised that he wouldn’t get attached to whoever his Assignment would be. Attachments were dangerous as proved by the friendships he had fostered. Gabriel told himself that he would only watch over whoever his Assignment would be purely out of mere obligation and responsibility. The last thing he wanted was to get on the Creator’s hit list.

However, upon first peeking into the thirteen-year-old’s mind, Gabriel cursed.

He immediately knew that not getting attached was something that definitely wouldn’t happen.

  

After the disaster which had caused the termination of his friendships, Gabriel Silvas was intent on creating a new identity for himself. The Forest Original wanted a new beginning, a new start, for everything to restart. After thinking long and hard, he finally decided on a new name.

Loyal as ever to his first name (and strangely attached to the nicknames he had gained over the years), he kept Gabriel as a surname. He personally found it too fitting – after all, in Christian beliefs, one of the top archangels had been named Gabriel.

When it came to his actual name, Gabriel was unable to decide on something for a number of weeks until the hit of epiphany came. A thought came to him while he was sitting on the rooftop, isolating himself from the rest of the group.

Color Palettes: Miles Gabriel

Miles Gabriel || Watcher || Forest Original

Giselle Rivers: A Wildcard Week Short

Alpha Belt
Mortal Realm
Rivers’ Residence
2015

Elle wasn’t sure if she was meant to be that way.

She wasn’t exactly sure how she ended up turning into the person she was at that moment. Whether the person she was right now was good or bad, she couldn’t exactly decide. Whether the change was good or bad, she couldn’t really decide either. With that in her head, she could already feel Amy glaring at her and Blake sighing from outside her bedroom. A mildly amused smile graced her lips.

Elle wondered if she was destined to be the person she was at that very second.

The younger and present her were very different, she thought on many occasions. The younger seemed to have it all, academically active and definitely more on the social side. She cringed (just a bit) at the thought of her younger self being chosen as the class representative more often than not. She cringed once more at the thought of her younger self liking the responsibility.

So what happened?

Life happened, she answered dryly. Problems happened. Issues happened. Transfers happened. Within a snap of a finger, the Elle she was back then became someone much more different.

With the passage of time, she unconsciously started to shift towards the person her element dictated her to be.

Elle Rivers was a Storm.

Color Palettes: Elle Rivers

Elle Rivers || The Grace || Storm Original

Amaryllis Coquelicot: A Wildcard Week Short

Alpha Belt
Mortal Realm
Rivers’ Residence
2015

Amaryllis – Amy – was fiercely protective of Elle Rivers to the point of nearly being the human representation of her element.

Storm.

It was commonly thought that those who shared the same Element shared similar personalities. More often than not, this seemed to be the case. A common trait tended to be shared; however, what seemed to go unnoticed was how the Element coincided with more than just the personality.

Motives and desires played a heavy role as well. With that in mind, one could even say that the Element of a person played a part in developing them into the person they were destined to be – as cliché as that sounded.

No matter how cliché, however, Amy found herself thinking that it was the case – when it came to her, at least.

Ever since she had been assigned to Elle Rivers, Amy found herself promising that she would do a much better job. The promise, however, became something hard to keep as the young Storm Original started to grow. As Elle grew up, Amy found herself questioning why Elle had been assigned to her, of all people, in the first place.

At first, it seemed as though she and Elle were polar opposites. As a child, Elle was difficult to connect to. She understood that Watchers were merely there to watch, to guide, to help out when the Assignment needed it. Additionally, she had thought that the less she would interfere with the Assignment’s life, the less the Assignment (and the Watcher) would have to suffer later on.

Color Palettes: Amy Coquelicot

Amy Coquelicot || Watcher || Storm Original

Freely Restrained: A Shoujo Parallels Headcanon Short

Alpha Belt
Mortal Realm
March 2015
Venura Residence

~Gabriel, Miles~

“How do you feel, Aria?”

“Strangely liberated,” she replies. I can’t help but blink in surprise at her answer. “You know – form PTs, tests, quizzes…all that academic stuf,” she defends. “It’s weird. I feel liberated, but…at the same time, I also feel caged.” She steps into her room and I close the door from behind, watching as she unties her hair. “I’m free from the pressures of academics – school and all that – but…now that I’m done, I feel like I’m just being restrained,” she admits.

My forest-green eyes narrow slightly. “How so?”

“I mean, I’m just seventeen days away from graduating, Miles.” Her eyes glance at the screen of her phone. “Seventeen days. I’m just two weeks and three days away from getting my meaningful diploma. Yet, I’m being kept inside just waiting until I’m out of those gates once and for all.”

Aria exhales eventually and moves into the bathroom, mumbling that she’d just change into more comfortable wear. As the door clicks, I sit on her bed and process what she just told me – her own feelings about being freely restrained.

Did it make sense?

Strangely enough, it did. She felt relieved and frustrated, undeniably gleeful to be free of those terror subjects (Calculus) and of any academic endeavor. In truth, all she had to do for the rest of the month was to keep being the Aria she regularly was with the rest of them.

With the rest of the XDees.

Being the same old, Aria, however, felt like being trapped.

Aria couldn’t explain it properly the first time I asked about it. Not at all. She just made articulate hand gestures and frutrated noises, finally admitting that she couldn’t get around it herself.

She couldn’t understand why exactly her actions felt…forced.

6,205 Days of Living: A Birthday Short

Alpha Belt
Mortal Belt
Venura Residence
January 12, 2015

“Do you feel old?”

“I do, now that you reminded me,” Aria complained. Miles laughed and dodged a comb thrown at him. Aria huffed and turned back to the mirror, brushing her hair. “Seventeen…I’m a year closer to being legal. It’s so weird.”

“You’re closer to being arrested,” he offered. She made a face. “And a year closer to celebrating your debut and dancing with those eighteen roses or whatever.”

“Gross.” Aria shook her head and slid on her headband, “I don’t even know eighteen guys.”

“Your dad, two brothers and your uncle.”

“That’s four.”

“And me.”

The short-haired girl laughed and turned to Miles, a small grin on her face. “You’d really show up in front of everyone and be my eighteenth rose?”

“Why the hell not?” Miles jumped forward and took her hands, pretending to dance with her in the middle of the bedroom. “I can dance. I’m a fairly decent dancer.”

“My Watcher is my eighteenth rose. Seems nice,” Aria admitted. Miles let go of her hands and watched as she went back to spray on her cologne, smiling slightly to himself. “But really…I’m not sure if I even want a debut, you know. It’s like a lot of hassle.”

“You won’t plan it.”

“I’ll invite people.” Aria shuddered, “God. My extroverted-introverted side is rejoicing and cowering at the thought of a lot of people seeing me in a dress and make up and all. Even though it does seem nice.”

The Forest Original chuckled. “Take your time. You’re only seventeen.” He looked at her through the mirror, his eyes meeting hers, “Enjoy this day first.”

(Princess): A Fanmix for Adri del Riano

"I deserved so much, and all of them took it away from me.
It's time to claim what's rightfully mine.
 ...and I'll destroy anyone who tries to stop me."

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Undercover: A FC/UC Background Short

Gamma Belt
Mortal Realm
Sector ACR 4-A, Nuevo Filipina
2012

Whispers erupted all over upon the presence of a new student.

It was Adrienne del Riano’s sophomore year in high school when she brought in with her, a cool-faced male wearing the prescribed uniform for the males. Immediately did students clear, standing at the sides and watching with amazement (as well as mild fear) as Adri walked calmly across the hall, the new male at her side and glaring down anyone who attempted to stop the silver-eyed heiress.

Information spread just as fast as whispers did. By the beginning of lunch time, word on the street proclaimed that this newcomer had a name:

Zachary Regulus. He was a dark-haired, ruby-eyed male who was frequently seen by the del Riano’s side. Apparently, he was put in the same class as her – II-2 – and was seatmates with her as well.

According to his ‘official’ story as said when the class introduced themselves to one another, Zachary was the son of a family friend. He was to spend the rest of his high school years in Nuevo Filipina, having the liberty to choose where he wanted to go upon graduating.

His somewhat legitimate background caused rumors to circulate. After a full week, gossip went around that Zachary was sent to NF due to something he had done back in his homeland. 

To the rest of the students, Zachary was a big problem; his spitfire attitude combined with his closed-off attitude yelled problem.

Due to that, little to no students – aside from Adri – approached him.

It bothered Adri that Zachary had to go through so much, but in all honesty, the male didn’t mind. Having to interact with less people would mean less trouble, and less trouble would make the job easier for him. After all, his sole purpose was to guard and protect Adri from all kinds of harm. The monsters present in that world didn’t care where they spawned.

As long as they got a victim, then their ‘objective’ would be fulfilled.

Memento Mori: A FC/UC Background Short

Gamma Belt
Mortal Realm
Moneta Residence
2009

“Lysa!”

A blonde-haired lady turned, clutching something tightly in her hands. A smile reached her lips as she saw the brunette-haired man approaching, attempting to relax at the sight of him.

“There you are,” he scolded. The weapon in his hands, a lava-red scythe, retracted into a simple bow. “What did I tell you about running off? I’m supposed to be your Watcher. Someone who protects you. Not someone who would end up losing you.” He meant it seriously – losing Lysa would cost him a lot – but the lady gave him a mischievous little smirk.

“Nothing happened to me, Z.” his cheeks flamed at the nickname and he huffed, turning away from her. “See? I’m unscathed from the attack. If you can even call it an attack,” she mused.

What had happened to the twosome?

Well.

Zachariel Vasilias had been guarding Lysandra Moneta carefully as the female got home from college, when a rustle from a couple of blocks away captured their attention. Zachariel had instructed Lysa to stay close, but the stubborn Storm Original went off, wishing to give the monsters a distraction while Zachary summoned his weapon.

And it did provide a distraction.

That is, they decided to chase her rather than attack him.

So Zachariel ended up having to do a number of things at once; ward off the monsters away from Lysa, make sure that no one saw them, and make sure that the girl didn’t clumsily fall over her own two feet (as she tended to do).

Luckily, they were safe – and Lysandra was patiently waiting for him inside the comfort of her own home.

“You shouldn’t worry too much, Z,” she teased. Zachariel gave her a look. “I mean it! Besides, I was able to get them off my back a little bit, right? Right?”

The sky above them gave a rumble and it started to rain. She gave him a cheeky grin.

“Come on inside, idiot. I don’t want my Watcher getting too sick.”

Character Tropes: Aria Venura

"Truly a complicated and complex thing. I'm surprised she's able to cope."

Inspired by: [x]

Beautiful Rage: A FC/UC Graphic

"He's got an aching for vengeance and blood lust."

Post-Retreat Crash: A Shoujo Parallels Headcanon Short

Alpha Belt
Mortal Realm
Venura Residence
November 2014

Miles wasn’t quite sure how she had turned out to be that way.

Aria seemed happy (despite her exhaustion) when she came back on Thursday afternoon; his surprise for her had only made her happier. He could still remember the smile on her face and how she had turned redder upon seeing the flowers in her room – he had filled vases with yellow and pink roses. He hid his pricked hand in his pocket, only smiling and embracing her back when she hugged him tightly.

“I missed you, Aria.”

“Hm. I missed you too,” she had told him upon pulling away. Aria took off and took a yellow rose into her hands, staring down at it with a slight hint of a pleased smile. “Yellow and pink?”

“Red is too overrated,” he insisted. Aria proceeded to tell him all about what had happened during her retreat, all from the bus ride to the unlimited milo they had given out all day and night. The way she had excitedly told him about it made him chuckle a bit.

Finally, she told him that she would be going to school the next day – just for the afternoon – so that she could see her club as well as the others in IV-3. Miles seemed apprehensive at the idea at first, wondering why she wanted to see them so soon – but agreed nonetheless.

Friday had passed quickly – Miles stayed back and watched as Aria celebrated with her club mates and reunited with her other friends from the other sections. Diana Alrada had, surprisingly, ran out and hugged her tightly for a few seconds. Bea Mora, on the other hand, told her endlessly about giving the milk to Sir Marion.

Miles managed a small laugh upon catching sight of a wave of brown hair flicker around the area, soon seeing Aria run inside the classroom. Miles had peeked in, seeing Elle Rivers and Aria embracing each other tightly.

Eventually, Friday ended.

All the happiness that had seemed to radiate from her post-retreat suddenly seemed to vanish the next morning, a frown lighting his lips upon seeing her stare blankly at the ceiling.

“Aria?”

Thrice a Day: A FC/UC Relationship Short

Gamma Belt
Mortal Realm
Sector ACR 4-A, Nuevo Filipina
Del Riano Headquarters
2022

Emman didn’t know why Adri was doing it.

The del Rianos weren’t heartless – that was a fact proven by the lone daughter of the family. Emman knew of the girl’s kindness from years back, but expected that same kindness to shatter. Emman expected something else of Adri: a colder woman, someone who wouldn’t spare the female Astra a look.

However, things were different.

Breakfast was at 7AM, lunch at 12 and dinner served at 7PM. Emman was usually served food at those times, and half of the time, she didn’t touch it due to lack of hunger or pure spite. They would always slide the tray into the jail cell, Emman either sleeping or staring down the person who would give it to her.

It had been like that for three days.

On the fourth day, things had changed.

The time was seven in the morning and Emman had just woken up, blinking and adjusting to the pouring of light into the cell. The girl squinted and sat up slowly, running a hand through her tussled hair. Copper eyes glanced at the wall and she read the time, expecting the same person to bring her food to come some time now.

The door opened and she didn’t look, but heard the influx of voices.

“You’re being reckless, Adri.”

“It’s called being human. Try it sometime,” the person snapped, slamming the door. Emman’s brows met at the center and she frowned deeply, suddenly confused. “Emman?”

Emman didn’t look at Adri and the latter said nothing more, taking keys out of her pocket and unlocking the jail door. She went inside and placed the tray on the table, Emman feeling the girl’s silver eyes on her figure. Once more, the door closed and it was locked.

Her footsteps stopped and Emman faced front.

Looming Skies: A FC/UC Graphic

"Sacha Adrienne del Riano is a threat to us all."

Skin to Skin: A Shoujo Parallels Relationship Short

Alpha Belt
Mortal Realm
November 2014

Aria Venura yelped upon feeling something light brush against her foot. Beside her, Bea Mora lifted a brow curiously. “Anything wrong, Broski?”

“I – no, it’s nothing.” She forced out a laugh, trying not to let the blush on her cheeks be so obvious to the others. Bea merely shrugged and chewed on her pasta, talking at a rapid speed as Diana Alrada and Marie Ramos listened. Aria flushed upon feeling it again, knowing who exactly was doing that and sending her into a flustered state.

Giselle Rivers listened blankly to the conversation, chewing on the sausage bun slowly. She had lifted a brow at Aria’s noises, chuckling quietly to herself as the girl next to her attempted to calm herself down. Casually leaning over, she took advantage of how close Aria was and whispered:  “Did you like that?”

Aria scowled and punched Giselle’s arm immediately upon hearing that, Giselle keeping in her laughs as much as she could. Under the table, however, Aria felt the other’s foot gently play around with hers, heels off and feeling. Her breath hitched as the feeling intensified.

Slowly yet surely, Aria flitted her other foot around and nudged Giselle’s gently. Giselle showed no reaction and Aria wasn’t so surprised – the other didn’t tend to show her reactions that easily.

Despite that, she merely went on. She did her own thing and when the other retaliated, casually leaned her head on the other’s shoulder, making sure to lace her fingers with Giselle’s.

On the other hand, Giselle Rivers was merely keeping calm. The conversation flowed easily and Aria gave her own loud replies, Giselle agreeing and talking every now and then. Despite what it seemed to be above the table, however – underneath, it was getting intense.

The New Assignment: An FC/UC Short

Gamma Belt
Mortal Realm
Sector ACR 4-A, Nuevo Filipina
Del Riano Residence
2011

Zachariel Vasilias had a new Assignment.

He felt strangely empty; having come out of the WRC (Watcher Recovery Center) for reasons he couldn’t exactly remember, a new task was thrust into his hands the moment he stepped out. Zachariel couldn’t quite understand it himself. He didn’t exactly know what landed him there in the first place.

It was like one moment, he was on duty – the next, he was there.

And it was too disorienting.

Zachariel looked at the rolled up paper in his hands, remembering the name written in a fine, elegant script. He said it in his head: Sacha Adrienne del Riano.

He looked around him. The Watcher was waiting by the entrance to the house, seated comfortably on a wooden bench situated facing the street, by the gate. And he waited patiently, wondering what kind of Assignment he’d have to face this time.

But wasn’t that his first?

Confusion made him knot his brows. Zachariel tried to remember. It felt like he had spent the majority of his life in the Watcher’s Abode, but at the same time, it felt like dozens – hundreds – of fragments were missing from his memory. He felt like there were gaps. A million of them.

The gate opened.

He looked up, seeing a girl going inside. Long black hair bounced off her back as she moved, the girl carrying a mild orange bag. She looked exhausted.

There was a burn in his hand and he dropped the paper by accident, wincing and clutching the palm of his hand. On the ground, the text of Sacha Adrienne’s name glowed a brilliant orange.