𝄢 S W A N S O N G

I AM EVERYTHING YOU CAN'T CONTROL.

[pragmedic-blog]

                         𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗.       𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎.

[apoculus-blog]

       at  least  it  will  be  familiar.     /     ind.  leonard  peabody  of  netflix’s  the  umbrella  academy.  scolded  by  cole.

[pragmedic-blog]

                         𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗.       𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎.

[apochestral]

@psychicsham ; continued

                 “ ----- okay, maybe you CAN surprise me,” vanya admits, taking a moment to process the unexpected piece of trivia she now possesses.  her tongue slips over dry lips and she adjusts her posture, trying to carefully find her way back to the initial subject.  “although i was really thinking more along the lines of the whole... psychic thing.  good to know, though.  in case i decide to stay at a massachusetts b&b anytime soon.”

[miracult-blog]

@apochestral —— VANYA HARGREEVES / STARTER CALL.

       “you play violin?” he approaches her carefully, almost as if he’s unsure that he wants to be having this conversation at all. after asking if she plays, he salutes a belated hello to her, then continues. “i used to love violin music. it seems really difficult to play.”

[apochestral]

                “i do, yeah,” she answers easily.  it’s funny, seeing his uncertain approach; she recognizes it.  it’s a behavior that mirrors her own.  she is unwittingly disarmed by his demeanor, and she finds herself a little FRIENDLIER than she would normally be with a complete stranger.

                                                          “you’d be surprised.  i teach lessons, so it can’t be that hard.”

[asboed-a-blog]

                                                 @apochestral   /   sc.

               ❛   it’s   called   a  JOKE.   you’re  allowed  to  laugh.   ❜

[apochestral]

                  “oh, uh, right -- right.  sorry.  funny.” 

                                    it wasn’t at all funny, if she’s being honest.  his brand of humor seems to be... UNIQUE.  but it doesn’t seem worth initiating a confrontation over.  she assumes he’s late teens, maybe early twenties?  still young enough to find entertainment in shock value, she supposes.

[apochestral]

@becomedeviant​

            it’s easy enough to recognize her. perhaps, if he weren’t running a private investigation on the hargreeves he wouldn’t have recognized her on passing. but alas, this little run-in with vanya wasn’t a complete accident. he had been casing her and her family for some time. learning each of their routines and daily activities within a couple of days. he hadn’t, however, planned on her to notice him or more specifically, the many doubles of him spread through the city. when it came to profiling someone it had been proven it was easier to simply create copies of himself to keeps tabs of the person. blinking as if he’s confused, his head tilts to the side in curiosity.  

 ❛  wait…you’re vanya hargreeves, aren’t you? i’ve recently read your book. i must say, i’m a fan.  ❜

                if it’s meant as a distraction, it succeeds brilliantly.  her eyebrows lift, her expression softens, and a hint of what might even be a smile curls at the corners of her lips.  even when the book was brand new, it was rare that she was recognized on the street.  in truth, even when she had been touring with it and small, sparse crowds would show up to her readings, she can’t remember a time when anyone described themselves as a FAN.  it’s so unexpected that it makes her almost self-conscious, despite her quiet delight.

                “oh, uh, yea-yeah.  that’s me, i’m -- i’m really glad you liked it.  a lot of people didn’t, to tell the truth.”

[apochestral]

@becomedeviant​

            ❛  it’s no different than a human investigating a human.  ❜    he doesn’t mean to sound like smart-ass ( okay, he does but that’s beside the point ) when the young woman is only curious. most humans were, he had found upon being assigned to the DPD, baffled by the idea of an android being actively involved in ongoing criminal investigations. some even hostile to the very idea. it was something connor struggled to understand the reasoning for. would they not prefer that these investigations be handled with top-notch efficacy? hands folding behind him, the RK800 brown eyes briefly flick around the room before settling on vanya.

            ❛  now…if you could tell me about your family’s android. has grace ever acted strangely?  ❜  

                 “ -- right, sorry.”

                                    truth be told, she feels like there’s a little more to it than that, but she doesn’t argue.  they have people for this kind of thing, and she assumes that most of them are employed at cyberlife.  besides, if the police are allowing it, she assumes they’ve accounted for any possibilities.

                 his inquiry brings her focus back to the issue at hand, and she notes privately that she’s glad he called her by name.  most of the officers she’s spoken to called her, at most, by her model number.  BUT SHE’S ALWAYS BEEN MOM TO THE HARGREEVES CHILDREN.

                                    “no.  no, she’s never...  she’s always taken care of the family.  she’s even programmed to administer first aid.  she’s been here my whole life.  she would never hurt us.”

[sixthseance]

@apochestral​ —— VANYA HARGREEVES / CONTINUED.

        “right. no, right, i just thought, you know, we’d do the whole… bonding… thing.” he pauses, inhales deeply on the cigarette that’s burning low in his hand, and punctuates by flicking ashes to the ground. it’s always awkward with her— always has been— and he hates it. often times being high will put a buffer between himself and any uncomfortable air that radiates from someone else, but it seems he’s not immune when it comes from one of his sisters. and there’s good reason for that. he’s always been fond of vanya, has always felt somewhere in his heart that they all needed to be better to her. but we were just kids, he thinks, as if that’s a good enough excuse for the way they treated her.

       can’t they make it better now? can’t they try? or did their “father” take that from them too?

       “allison used to paint my nails, and i guess that’s how we bonded. she’d paint my nails, i’d steal her skirts…” klaus brushes off the one he’s wearing now; it’s not hers, but it is one of his favorites. “that’s bonding, right? normal bonding?” he laughs a little, high and light as he flicks more ashes to the ground. “like we’d know.”

[apochestral]

                 “... i’m sorry, okay?  i’m just...” vanya shakes her head, dropping it forward in heavy exasperation.  she knows that klaus doesn’t mean any harm; he’s said whatever crossed his mind since he first realized he could use his words to assert himself in an otherwise oppressive household.  even so, UNDERSTANDING his behavior doesn’t necessarily make it easier to stomach.

                                                            but she desperately wants to bond with him, too.

                 “you’re right.  i have no idea what ‘normal’ bonding is.  maybe it is normal.  i guess it is.  talking about boys...  i never did that, you know?” she explains weakly.  she knows that klaus’ playful insult wasn’t meant to hurt her, but she can’t help being defensive.  “maybe it sounds dumb, but -- i’m a little scared...?  because things with leonard are -- honestly, they’re really great, and i just don’t want to ruin it.  and i know talking about it won’t actually do anything, but what if it does?  so i just want to... protect it, maybe?  sorry, i know that’s stupid.”

[apochestral]

@noplanchet

                THE SIGHT OF HIM IS JARRING.  her rational mind immediately points out that it makes sense for him to be here -- klaus’ drug problems started young, and in truth, she is relieved to know that he is seeking some form of help ( whether or not it’s by choice, she isn’t sure, but the sentiment remains. )

                 however there is another side of her, a purely emotional facet of her psyche, that feels as though she has been invaded.  choosing to attend therapy was a large and shaky step for vanya.  consenting to group therapy even more so.  opening up to strangers was much harder face to face than it had ever been behind her typewriter.

                 she approaches carefully, worried he might feel as startled as she had.                                       “hey.  it’s -- i guess ‘good to see you’ is a little weird, given the situation, huh?”

[apochestral]

@telegion

                 “oh, hey, thanks for stopping by. -- name?”

                                    if he looks at all familiar, vanya’s gaze does nothing to betray recognition.  she pulls a book from the largely undisturbed stack -- this signing, like many of the others scheduled by her publisher -- has not been heavily attended.  in fairness, she didn’t write the book for the recognition, not really.  she wrote it to establish a sense of SELF that she had never learned as a child.  even so, it was nice to have company at the table, to think that maybe her words had mattered to someone.

[unklear]

        spaceman,  from  now  on,  you're  all  on  your  own.     /    ind.  luther  hargreeves.  written  by  cole.

[apochestral]

              OOC.  i’ve gotta open at work tomorrow, so unfortunately i really ought to get to bed.  that said, i’m bad to poke around on mobile for a while so feel free to like my PLOTTING CALL or my INBOX CALL if you want to summon me.  liking both is also a valid option.

[apochestral]

— PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER !!

( repost, don’t reblog. )

ONE ( NAME / ALIAS ):  peach / jude TWO ( BIRTHDAY ):  june 20 THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN ): gemini FOUR ( HEIGHT ):  5′4" FIVE ( HOBBIES ):   writing, drawing, singing random songs like julie andrews  SIX ( FAVOURITE COLOUR(S) ):  teal and gray SEVEN ( FAVOURITE BOOKS ):  the abhorsen series by garth nix, and neil gaiman’s sandman EIGHT ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO: ):  the disappearance of the girl -- phildel NINE ( LAST FILM WATCHED ):  captain marvel and it was, in short, my actual jam TEN ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ):  i gotta be honest, if i tailor made an oc based on my muse preferences, it wouldn’t have hit as many of my buttons as vanya does lmao ELEVEN ( DREAM JOB ):  i’d love to work for a non profit that helps promote lgbtq+ friendly spaces and health care TWELVE ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ):  apochestral is a portmanteau of ‘apocalypse’ and ‘orchestral’ ; i also saved ‘orchestruction’ bc i thought of it first and it blends better but it sounds sillier to me ( maybe one of these days i’ll have a poll and decide whether to change it )

TAGGED BY:  nobody, but i took it from @futurelived​ TAGGING: honestly pls do the thing and tag me; i wanna learn about y’all

[apochestral]

            PLOTTING CALL.  similar to the last post, but this is for folks who don’t want a random starter and instead want me to pop into ims and plan out a thing between our muses.  you want to talk about relationships?  i got you.  you just wanna have an idea of what kinda thing we’ll be writing?  i still got you.

NOTE:  please feel free to like both posts if that’s what you’re feeling.  won’t bother me a bit.

[apochestral]

           INBOX CALL.  like this post if you would like me to drop into your inbox with some random interaction from vanya.  could be lyrics.  could be just an idea i have for our muses.  might be silly.  who knows?  you will, if you like this post.  ( jazz hands )

NOTE:  please feel free to like both posts if that’s what you’re feeling.  won’t bother me a bit.

[apochestral]

@audivimortem ( continued )

                     “... i don’t really know how to make it work.  the first time was an accident, and it was -- ”

                                          IT WAS FRIGHTENING.  she isn’t even sure she wants to believe what she’s suddenly capable of.  normal was miserable, but at least she knew what it meant.  she hadn’t even been sure she ought to bring it up at all.  ( she still isn’t. )

                                                                                                            “anyway, i can’t show you.”