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Good Lord.
This shit is fucking delicious.
madame-darling replied to your post: madame-darling replied to your post: you,...
/*LOL* DECISION TIME. Maybe stick with what she knows, work in clubs or cafes, waitress or bartend. Idk, I need to go for my shower. Think, my dear!
//Her older FC is Daisy Lowe, who would make a convincing stripper or burlesque dancer, and I can see her doing that to have fun and get a few laughs, but bartender seems far more liable. ALSO, YOU'RE A BEAUTIFUL GODDESS.
madame-darling replied to your post: you, appearing II for silver
/Well curse you, too, Caitlin. Gosh, darn it, I was doing good until that last bit!
MISSION: ACCOMPLISHED.
you, appearing II for silver
Gladstone was Bones' only companion on her birthday, and for all his love and affection, the precious boy was still only a bulldog.
It had been a month now that she'd been out of Neverland, sequestered away in either John's flat in England or in a closed room at the rehabilitation center where she'd spent days and days trying to work out the situation with her family. It was a lonely new life for Bones to try and get used to, and it made the adjustment harder than she'd had time to imagine. John couldn't hover over her forever, after all, and she didn't begrudge him that at all. Grown-ups had jobs, it was simple as that. She wasn't worth him losing a paycheque.
Her sisters were still shaky about her, the tone set in their face-to-face meetings all the proof that Bones needed. Then again, none of them had ever been particularly warm towards her, and any affection that had ever been given had only come after a slap to the face or a particularly fierce punishment from their parents. Bones knew what it was to be loved like a little sister; Silver had given her enough afternoons of Oreos and long talks and laughter to fill whatever void her real sisters had put there. Did she need her real sisters now? No...no, she didn't believe she did. They didn't need her either, unless it was to help with their guilt. She could do that, for them. She could give them that, even if it hurt a little bit.
madame-darling replied to your post: Happy birthday to me...
/Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Emmy, happy birthday to you~ Close your eyes and make a wish, sweetheart. :)
A wish...?
I wish...that I could find somethin' that's worth the hurt of missin' all of 'em, 'cause it really, really fuckin' hurts sometimes. I hope...that it's okay that I cursed in a wish. I don't think it's like a prayer, but...um...amen? I guess?
Happy birthday to me...
Okay. Okay. Okay. Easy. Calm down. [gingerly hugs her back but smiles] Shit… and you wonder why I don’t stick around. Oh and uh… I… uh… you don’t happen to have some clean bandages on you by any chance do you?
[smiling and nuzzling his jacket, could easily start crying, and just holding him before she hears that he needs bandages] What...dude, what the balls have you done now? [pulls back, looking him over] I don't have anythin' here, y'dolt, we're at a pub...but we can go to where I'm stayin', I guess. [eyes still moving, trying to find the source of the ouch]
Mary,
Miss you so much. Feel like I'm missing part of me. Love you. You're lovely.
E
Happy birthday to me...
What can I say? I like to make an entrance. [staggers into a showy dance step]
[laughing, still shocked] You bastard, where did you go?! Holy shit, it's youuuuu!! [hops onto her tiptoes, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and squeezing him close as her knees turn to jelly from the surprise]
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Happy birthday to me...
How ‘bout a birthday dance?
...Jackson? Holy...it's...fuckin'...holy fuck... [stares]
Happy birthday to me...
...I wonder, if...if Silver and I had stayed friends, if...if she'd have eaten cake with me. Or...or maybe sung to me. Mary would've, I think...yeah. Yeah, she would've.
Snicks,
I never asked what your real name was. I should have.
I'm leaving Neverland. My name's getting thrown around way too much when people are talking about the Loft fire, and when it's Wendy Darling's word against mine, I'll meet the end of a gun in a heartbeat. I don't want to die. So I'm going to run. I'm good at running, I'll be fine.
You might think it's weird that I'm writing this letter to you, but I had to tell you that I'm sorry we never got to know each other as who we actually are. You're weren't born a Roger, just like I wasn't born a homeless piece of shit. We met each other when were were waving other peoples' flags. If things had been different, if we'd met in school or at a coffee shop or whatever normal teenagers do, then I think we'd have been close.
Thanks for caring about me, even if you could only do so much without the other Rogers wanting to throw me back in the basement. Be safe, and be happy. Don't die for these people, Snicks. Nobody's worth that.
Bones
Nana,
No idea if you noticed I was gone, but if you did, I'm safe and I'm eating three meals a day, plus snacks. I never got the chance to explain myself, and I know that's my own damn fault. I'm so sorry for being such an evil bitch to you. There isn't a single part of you that deserves that from anyone. One day, I'd like to see you and tell you in person what was going on, but for now, I can't. If you ever want to see me again, if you ever need to be safe, you know where to find me. You always threatened to call him and tattle on me, remember? If all else fails, Mary knows everything. She'd tell you, I think.
Thank you, babes.
B