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Dying here.

-- -- + | ; Heels lurked about the premises, clicking about the hardwood floors in such rhythm, swift and steady, one would think she was a ghost. No, she was just exhausted, detached, emotionally drained. In fact she couldn't point her finger on exactly what had been wrong until she saw Mikael not that long ago. A much repressed state of mind made it's entrance into the world the home made on its own after so many years. Walking into her study, handkerchief in hand wiping any tears from forming, she finds the face of another, her lover, her enemy... well, the enemy of her heart's resistance. Marilyn wouldn't, couldn't dare to give Tate such a title. "I wasn't expecting to see you here," she uttered, Opaline hues meeting the psycho's with wonder.

#awildlybrilliantpatient #starter #here you go bby

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Fave RPers video, requested by anon! I’m super tired, and rambling like an idiot, but I love you all! <3

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I'M SQUEALING. I LUH YOU GUH.

"There's something about this house, isn't there? Something that drives one completely out of conduct...?"

#starter #open #open rp #indie rp #ahs rp #anyone?

I love your character so much and please come back, I want to interact with her!

You're incredibly kind. I'm hoping to soon enough. I'll post a starter if you want. You just need to let me know who you are.

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Mikael was probably the worst person to ever get a hold of, always off doing something and never having his phone or going through those moments of self crisis where he would just turn invisible and bleed into the scenery around him, just hide within the walls of his home for awhile and simply not be. There was pleasure in that, for him; in moments where his wife was away or his daughter failed to visit, he liked to not exist. He liked to disappear and then return for them. He never thought himself a family man, though it seemed it was now his favourite thing to do—the only pleasure in his life came from his wife and daughter.

Yet that day in particular, for some reason he had been alert to his surroundings; he hadn’t disappeared or melted into the floor of his home, but rather been compulsively working out and trying to maintain his physical state though he knew it would never change. Bizarre, how instantly he fell onto the old habits of his life before. When working out actually meant something. Marilyn’s texts had gone unnoticed at first, but as his phone continued to go off he could tell there was a sense of urgency that went along with them. He should visit her; he wasn’t sure what he could do for her, but…he needed to do something. Virtue instilled in him he did have a purpose and he did intend on trying in his afterlife.

He made his way over to her house and found it easy to slip in through the walls. “Marilyn?” he called out simply, making his way towards the only room he heard movement in. “You okay?” he asked, slowly making his way into the room.

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-- -- + | ; In that moment, Marilyn felt she barely had a soul to turn to when it came to these matters and she wasn't exactly sure how they should have been approached. She knew her place, as a doctor and as an independent woman without the strifeful heart to long for a man. But, she did. It was her patient and he had a hold on her longer than most have had since Carter. Reaching out for Mikael was perhaps an act of desperation. The blonde needed not to heed for attention; she rather enjoyed lurking amongst the shadows of those that did, possessing the ethereal mind of science and rationale rather than embracing her emotions in relation to others.

Opaline hues, surrounded amidst their seemingly speckled flushed foundation, were once again swollen with tears causing her to choke in on her own atmosphere. How did she do it? How did she let this happen for so long without any caution? It was as if one moment her heart had been tied around with many locks, James holding some kind of device to pry them open one by one without her knowledge. It also never helped that whenever the two made contact, through touch or gaze, she fell deeper and deeper under his spell. His eyes had a power that rummaged through every dark corner of Marilyn's being, picking at her insecurities and mending them as he deteriorated any independence or solidarity she had left.

"I-I don't know what to do," she began, oblivious to Mikael's lack of knowledge on the matter. No one knew. Whatever she engaged in with James, was of confidential manner, even if it began to pierce her heart. "It's been a while now. We've been at this for a while. And I wasn't supposed to feel. I wasn't supposed to feel anything. And now I feel everything. Mikael, I don't know what to do," she cried, unable to explain herself completely, but sure that with how she appeared and how she was dressed, he'd know exactly what she was going on about.

#secondrated #sr♠canon #remember james is tate tate is james~ just in secret

Hey everyone, so I know I've been gone a while, but I'll be here for a bit. Possibly responding to some threads and such.

I'm still on hiatus... so.

#out of therapy

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#musings

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"Stranger’s home? Eh… this was my home, actually. And just wait, the psychiatrist won’t be very sane for very long. It’s easy to drive someone mad in here, and the longer I’m stuck here, the more entertaining it becomes…”

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-- -- + | ; It's not the first time she's heard a stranger claim that her house was theirs. She's heard such from others, as well and a girl so angsty as the one in front of her must have been outspoken to her teenage rebellion. "Right, well. I want to see you try. I'm up for any challenges. I'm not kicking you out or anything, I just refuse to be treated with such utter disrespect in my own home. So you either comply with me, or I will have to ask you to leave." Remember, she doesn't believe in ghosts, nor will she take such remarks so easily. This is her house now.

#misssviolet #convo

+ Headcanon

Distinguished men with confident demeanors attract Marilyn before anyone else. But, men she believes to have undiscoverable depth attract her even more. The psychiatrist may look like she's one to chase, but don't be surprised! When she's in love, she's the chaser.

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#{out of therapy}

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#musings #new york #never forget

I DID THE THING!

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#suddenly sad #{out of therapy}#ookay #i guess it's bed time.

Can someone come love me and baby me as I lay here dying of being sick?

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-- -- + | ; "You know, sulking in a stranger's home isn't exactly going to get you anywhere." Don't mind the psychiatrist, she's oblivious to the ghosts in the house. "What's ailing you, child?"

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