C O N F E T T I

DASH ONLY | INDEPENDENT NELL CRAIN | PENNED BY KATE

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i loved you completely. and you loved me the same.                                       THE REST IS CONFETTI

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Getting Bent

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THEO

She loops her arm through Nell’s, keeping her upright without being suspicious about it. By the time they reached the bouncer, she flashed both their ID’s - she had decided that it would be wiser for her to hold onto the important things this evening - and guided Nell into the pulsating club.

“Now,” she said. “I’m getting the first round. And the second, and probably all of them. But what is one cocktail that you have been dying to try.”

     it happens all so quick.  then they’re inside, and it’s dark until lights flash.  and there’s all kinds of colors and moving bodies and she can hear the music so much louder in here.  she looks around in a slight state of wonderment.  keeps her hand wrapped around theo’s gloved one.  and she’s only just registering theo’s words.

turning to look at her again, she stumbles.  vocally this time, rather than over two feet.  ‘ that one that’s .. new york ... a cosmo?  i don’t know.  you pick one i’d like. ’  nell decides eventually.  looking over at the bar.

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Getting Bent

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THEO.

“Watch it,” Theo surged forward to catch her sister.

Yes, she was certainly regretting pre-drinks. Theo could see it now - she’ll be picking Nell up off the dance-floor before it even hit midnight. What a let down of a twenty-first that would be.

“We are not here for me to find someone pretty,” she said, and stepped forward as the line moved. “We are here to celebrate you.”

     she moves forwards too.  follows the actions of her sister.  it’s not the first time that she’s tried to be like her.  most of her childhood was spent in admiration of her cool sister, theo.  ‘ oh, okay ’  she nods.  but flashes a grin.  a soft dimple pressing into her cheek.  reserved for her most genuine smiles.

‘ well i haven’t done anything impressive.  just turned .. twenty one ’  nell reminds her.  there’s a slight slur beneath her words.  but it’d only be noticeable to theo.  because she’s her sister.  it’s mostly the stumbling and giggling that gives her away otherwise.

     ‘ but i won’t say no to a party ’  spoken as if she does this often.

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Getting Bent

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THEO.

Theo covered her own mouth with a gloved hand, trying to hide the snort that had come so unexpectedly. Had she been like this the first time she had gone to a club? To be fair, Theo hadn’t been as good as Nell had been. She had snuck out many times to go to parties when she was younger.

Not to socialise, mind you.

But to drink, to lose herself in the music…

“No, I don’t think it will be,” Theo said with a smile. “Just so long as you don’t look like an energizer bunny on crack, we’ll be in there sooner than you can say puffalope.”

     ‘ i don’t! ’  she half offers.  brows lifting as jaw lowers.  mocking offended. shifting to the side only slight.  though the brick wall half has to catch her.  which causes a laugh to fall.  hand raising to cover her mouth as she does.  she’s trying to pull herself together.  

which is even further emphasised when she stands up straight again and adjusts her top.  hands folding over her chest before she looks to sister again.  expression serious.  for half a second.  laughter following again.

     ‘ think you’ll find someone pretty in there? ’  another raise of her brow.  a nudge with her elbow.  god, she’s way too inexperienced in this. 

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Getting Bent

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THEO.

a planned starter with @bentnck

Perhaps pre-drinks were a bad idea.

Theo had just wanted Nell to get the full experience of going out, and so she had suggested that they follow Theo’s ritual of getting ready - opening a bottle of vodka and mixing it with whatever juice or soda that Shirley had in the fridge while picking out the evening’s outfits and putting on their face. 

They had gone through more of the bottle than Theo had originally anticipated, and she couldn’t quite tell if the flush in Nell’s cheeks was completely from her excitement.

If they weren’t careful, the bouncers wouldn’t even let them in.

“Calm down,” she whispered. Theo tried to be firm, but there was something just so goddamn adorable about the youngest Crain sister getting all excited about her first night out, and she couldn’t help but giggle herself.

     she’d been good.  hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol before the laws would allow it.  it wasn’t for any real reason.  other than she knew that it was just easier to wait.  till she could buy it herself.  plus, it was a little more exciting that way.

it felt like the real deal when they were getting ready.  the first two drinks had been a little strong for her tastebuds.  even though theo had barely given her any vodka mixed within the sugary soda.  it had been enough for her slight frame, however, to begin the buzz.  and then the tipsiness.  and she’s not drunk, as they stand in line for the club, but she’s not feeling the cold night air.  and she kind of can’t stop talking.

     ‘ oh -- okay ’  she quips.  though smile doesn’t fall.  she just closes lips and looks at her older sister.  before peering back towards the bouncer only a few people ahead.  the bass from inside pumping.  making pavement beneath feet bounce ever so slight.  ‘ you think it’ll be much longer? ’  she was itching to get inside.

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i miss nell. 

[persephonememes]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❛ What happened? ❜

❛ How are your injuries? ❜

❛ Just promise me you’ll stay here. ❜

❛ You can’t blame yourself. ❜

❛ You know I’m here for you, right? ❜

❛ I’ve never seen you like this before. ❜

❛ When I wake up, you won’t be there. ❜

❛ Okay. You get to leave now. ❜

❛ No. I don’t believe you. ❜

❛ Just.. put down the very sharp knife… ❜

❛ It wasn’t your fault. It hurts. ❜

❛ This isn’t you. ❜

❛ Stop it. ❜

❛ You should be resting. ❜

❛ Are you okay? Did they hurt you? ❜

❛ How can you act like that? ❜

❛ Then why are you still here? ❜

❛ Are you okay? ❜

❛ You can’t live in the past. You gotta move on. Let it go. ❜

❛ And when were you planning on telling me? ❜

❛ What are you, trying to give me a heart attack? ❜

❛ What’s wrong? What happened? ❜

❛ I thought we agreed that secrets are bad! ❜

❛ Sorry. Didn’t want to push any sore spots. ❜

❛ Everything okay? ❜

❛ Do you even know where you’re headed? ❜

❛ I can’t help you unless you talk to me. ❜

❛ Promise me you’re not gonna over-react. ❜

❛ It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay. ❜

❛ Whoa, what are you doing? ❜

❛ Why do you run from me? ❜

❛ You’re changing the subject. ❜

❛ It’s four o'clock in the morning, what are you doing? ❜

❛ You’re bleeding. ❜

❛ You gotta be more careful. ❜

❛ I meant… How are you holding up? ❜

❛ You’re avoiding my question. ❜

❛ I think the worst of it’s over now. ❜

❛ Don’t let fear keep you quiet. You have a voice so use it. ❜

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so i’m up super early tomorrow to wash my hair and get ready for work and tomorrow night.  we do christmas eve with my family, and then family again on christmas day so i’m going to be pretty quiet those few days!  sorry i’ve been missing in action - work has been crazy.  but!  the worst is over!  so will be on to do replies soon!  love you all!!

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nothinglikeyxu:

SAME MUSE X SAME MUSE THINGS I STILL WANT ;;

• younger canon x older canon. • one is the imaginary friend of the other. • clones. • one is the multiple personality of the other. • twins. • one is the conscious of the other. • one from the future sent back in time to help the other. • one from the past sent to kill their future self. • one is a specific emotion of the other. such as their ‘happiness’ or their ‘rage’. • one is the guardian angel of the other. • one is light, one is dark. • hero side, villain side.

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POPPY

        she clasps her hands in genuine delight,  nodding.   ‘  that’s wonderful.  just like all them sophisticated gals do it. ’    it’s been a long time since poppy sat down to a tea party   —  even longer, in fact, than she’s been dead.  her last tea party was with jackie, not long before her death   ( using this very same tea set, in such a similar set of tiny hands ).   she never made enough  t i m e  for tea with her daughter…  there was always something more important to do, other things to focus on, better places to be.  that was her mistake.   ( and so her baby girl wandered, and soon she was gasping, shaking, dying.   it was all her fault… and she will not see it happen to this little doll. )

          little children are versatile in their fears and fancies  ;;  maybe some of that hesitation will fade from little nell’s eyes.  she settles down on her knees, folding hands primly in his lap.    ‘  i used to have tea parties all the time.  my mamma would set ‘em up, and my sisters ‘n i wore our best dresses   —  all sorts of colors, pinks and greens with lace and frills  —  sipping our tea, eating our pastries.  we were proper ladies.   oh, but we had to be on our best behavior, of course, otherwise mamma would lock us in the dark, and none of us liked that. ’    she tilts her head at the empty tea dish in front of her, as if she has just said nothing at all.   ‘ may i? ’

          an oddness swirls around the woman that has joined this party.  and nell feels that slight air of hesitation that fills her lungs and swells in her chest.  it’s displayed in the pursing of slightly pouted lips.  and eyes that don’t quite shift away from the other.  of course; part of her knows that this person is not alive.  that there’s something ghostly and ethereal about every part of her.  but there’s no sense of fear.  not unsettling feeling.  simply a rise in her curiosity.  and a peak in her interest.  happiness, too.  in that somebody is  finally  joining her for a tea party.  after all, siblings never seem to be bothered.  and mother seems always too busy.  

                    a comment about the dark unsettles nell just slight.  of course  -  her mother would never do such a thing.  at least, nell doesn’t think she would.  it seems almost threatening.  to even mention such a thing.  and whilst she wants to prod and poke for more information, the girl moves on with her point of conversation.  so nell has little choice, but to do the same.  a nod is what she manages.  whilst looking for words on her tongue.  looking down to the ceramic teacup in which is carved with small hearts beneath the rim.  similar to how nell’s is dusted with stars.  ‘ i wish i could wear my pretty dresses.  but mommy always says that they’re for special occa-occasions.  even though a tea party is a special occasion. ’

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so the entirety of my upper body has broken out with a rash? hives? idk. it stops where my sweat pants sit, and doesn’t go any further down than my waist. and it’s not too itchy. but. doctor said to take antihistamines as it looks like an allergic reaction - so i’ve taken two. which means im probably gonna fall asleep in the next half an hour but i’m gonna try and get stuff done while i’m awake. but i’m feeling very spacey already lol

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DAD

It’s useless, she’s too afraid to go anywhere. He opens his lungs to cry for help, but the breath dies out too quickly in his lungs. Nellie had the right idea. 

“Yell for the neighbors, Nellie. They can help.” He reaches out to take her searching hands, sure to hold her at arm’s length even with failing strength. What happened to him? He tries to remember, but it’s a fog. There was Olivia, and then the drill went haywire, plunged hard into his ribs. He was supposed to be building a treehouse, a surprise for Luke. The paint was red, but he’d bought blue. 

The world began to spin until his arms dropped back to the ground. He could hear something. Maybe the neighbors? And shouting. 

“Nellie, I see Mom." 

          yell for the neighbors.  it’s exactly what she does.  voice shrill and panicked.  and sobs blocking the base of her throat.  small fingers twist at the material of father’s shirt.  limbs that tremble as the fear courses through her body with a prickling electricity.  adrenaline that should have her moving.  yet she’s glued right beside him.  refusing to tear herself away.  and the yelling continues.  it continues until her father’s arms drop.  her heart sinking to her stomach.  not understanding:  but knowing that this is bad.

                    the words that follow cause for her belly to churn.  like the butterflies that flutter in her stomach when she’s nervous.  only this is worse.  this is much worse.  because her heart pounds and she feels hot and cold all at once.  and she can’t breathe because she just wants this to all stop.  so much so that she whimpers it.  over and over again.  quietly.  just quietly.  without any realisation that she’s even making a sound.

         ‘ no - no - no ... daddy, stop.  stop.  please.  make it stop. ’  even so young, the girl knows loss.  the emptiness and loneliness in losing their mother.  and even though father had seen little of them as of late.  even the idea of losing her dad  -  there aren’t even words to describe that kind of pain.  ‘ please don’t leave me, daddy. ’

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THEODORA

— NELLIE CRAIN VANCE / @bentnck

theo watches her, perched on the couch, knees tugged under herself, she watches her rant and vent, watches her pace and she understands, but it is painful to watch, painful to listen. she dislikes the topic, hates it. talking about hill house, about what happened, about what they lost—- and the book that exploited it all oh so nicely, it is a topic she does not want to touch, a topic she by no means wants to talk about; but nell does, needs to vent, so she listens, gives her room to let it all out. though she won’t comment. rather blurts out a random and quite pointless fact the second her younger sister takes a moment to breathe. 

and it works. nell bursts out laughing, forgets for just a moment. ‘ I still haven’t read it—- ’ she admits then, she still hasn’t touched the script, has no intention of doing so. I’ll wait for the paperback. it is better that way, not to deal with it at all she decides, not to touch it. 

          ‘ i tried not to read it. ’  the words spill past the younger’s lips and echo into the wine glass that she raises.  a swallow of the crimson liquid.  slightly bitter on her tongue.  but she’s learning to like the fact.  the way that it tastes.  perhaps, it’s the association between the taste, and how easily her problems begin to melt away.  that is, after the bottle has been emptied into her glass.  and the opening of a new one begins.  something they’re not far from.  hence the reason why this topic is being touched upon in the first place.

                   ‘ really.  i tried.  thought it’d be easier if i just ... never read it.  but just like steve said.  i always had to find things out.  whatever the fuck that means. ’  another mouthful.  little hesitation this time as the liquid hits her tongue.  swallowed in two gulps.  warmth flowing down her throat.  ‘ don’t waste your time.  seriously.  fifty shades of grey is more bearable. ’

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me:  does two drafts and puts them in the queue me:  alright time for a well deserved break

[scullys]

Ten minutes. It took her almost ten minutes. Ten minutes and 30 years.

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