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#BORIYS: an independent, selective & mutually exclusive writing blog ft. ℬℴ𝓇𝒾𝓈 𝒫𝒶𝓋𝓁𝒾𝓀ℴ𝓋𝓈𝓀𝓎 - a crime based character from Donna Tartt's best selling novel 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡. canon compliant & strictly book based for both the younger (finn wolfhard) and older (timothee chalamet) verses. able to adapt into other fandoms / verses & will write anywhere from single para to novella. heavy & mature themes present. minors dni. (c)
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Why is it that when she talks about traumatic events she speaks with such distance from it? As if she is talking about a story she heard, rather than something that she experienced and that effected her and that the image of what she experienced--the bone chilling cold--would flash in her mind when bodies of water showed up anywhere in her vision.
❝ Something like that. ❞ That was all she could say. It encompassed so much and so little as to what was happening and had happened. How does she explain that she did something that she knew was stupid but it was for the experience and to show that she could? To be young and impulsive... and normal. To be with a boy who liked her and wanted to take her places and show that he saw her romantically. Plus, he was also more of a bad boy type... kinda like Boris. She can't even pretend that she has a type because Norman... isn't a bad boy. He's like a limp noodle and a poodle had a baby, that's docile Norman Bates. Always the protector, never the romantic. At least, not when it came to her. ❝ Besides, this town is so overflowing with drugs and things that my death would be on page six if anything. An obit with a small in memoriam where people who had one class with me would say that I was quiet and was going to die young. Probably mention something stupid that he would bang me if I didn't wear tubes. ❞
Emma Decody, ever the pessimist in the most nonchalant sense. She had never really given what type of news coverage or words would be shed over her. She usually simply focused on her words and how she would bring life to her situations, a novelist at heart. ❝ I was pulled out of the water by others. The moment of empowerment ended with me having to be saved by others. Typical outcomes for impulsive moments. ❞
The story that Emma began to unfold quickly had Boris' undivided attention. The teen leaned in a little closer, blackened gaze shifting between her eyes and lips while she shared parts of her life experiences with him. He had plenty of stories to share about his unusual life, almost as if he'd already lived a full one with how countless they were, so he enjoyed being able to hear the details of others lives too.
❝ Die young, eh? Tch, so many people say the same thing. End up in jail, dead before thirty. Those types of comments. Because unconventional life is a failed life, so-called. ❞ Boris rolled his eyes and, only a moment later, his previously darkening expression softened into a smile.
A gentle kiss was pressed against Emma's forehead while slender fingers took one of her hands in his own, holding it closely in the way that people would hug something dear to their chest after thinking they'd lost it. ❝ Maybe you were unhappy to not be your own rescuer, but me? God. So glad you are alive! This place would be much more boring without you here, моя зірка. ❞ He hadn't expected it from her at all, but Emma had been ( at least in his eyes ) the highlight of this quiet little town ; a town that seemed lively compared to some of the places he'd been.
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set the scene setting prompts (but a little more specific) from yours truly.
001, a convenience store past midnight.
002, a hospital waiting room at 3 in the morning.
003, a photoshoot outdoors in the middle of winter.
004, an indoor filming set of a detective's office.
005, a new house/apartment filled with unopened cardboard boxes.
006, a swing set in an empty playground at night.
007, on stage in an empty theatre.
008, inside an old abandoned house.
009, an empty cemetery at night.
010, the arrival hall at an airport.
011, the last train compartment that's not full.
012, the roulette table in a casino.
013, on the deck of a cruise ship.
014, a kitchen during a black out, surrounded by candles.
015, a treehouse in the middle of the woods.
016, on the dance floor during a wedding.
017, behind the chapel before the wedding ceremony starts.
018, backstage during the middle of a concert.
019, a crowded club during a bachelorette party.
020, standing in front of a painting at a museum.
021, a small, intimate family barbecue.
022, a gazebo while it's raining.
023, the back of an empty bus.
024, a hotel room with only one bed.
025, an empty balcony while a party goes on inside.
026, a bar just after closing.
027, an empty sports stadium.
028, lakeside while the sun is setting.
030, an empty stretch of road beside a broken down car.
031, in front of a suspicious pool of blood in an empty parking lot.
032, in the crowd of spectators during an underground fight.
033, a plane during a bout of turbulence.
034, on kiss cam at a sports game.
035, at a table during a charity gala.
036, a masquerade ball.
037, a halloween party in a suburban house.
038, the beach in the late afternoon.
039, a dressing room after a big performance.
040, exploring the depths of a mysterious cave.
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it was a rare thing, being alone with someone who wasn't daniel. don't get him wrong, he loved his little brother, but there was only so much of him he could take. so to be out by the lake, staring up at night sky, it felt like a blessing. and the company he chose to keep? well that was just the icing on the cake. he enjoyed his time with boris. he was the one person in camp he didn't find himself feeling awkward around. it felt good to be himself, not to worry that he'd say or do something to screw things up. the last time he clicked so easily with someone was with lyla. the best friend he had no choice but to leave behind.
he sat there with his legs slightly spread out in front of him, his worn down shoes firm on the grass. there was an urge to lay himself down but he was too focused on the stars to change positions.
"have you ever found the constellations? or, you know, one of them at least." the question was asked as he finally tore his gaze away from the balls of gas and turned his head towards his new found friend. "it's just...i never have." he shrugged, leaning backwards and resting his palms flat on the ground.
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With the company Boris had been fortunate enough to stumble across during his time away from home, he was stubborn to want to leave and return back to his house--even with the knowledge that his drunken father would soon be gone for a few weeks. His evening had been spent with one of the drifters and now he found himself at the lake with Sean, pleasantly buzzed from the prior alcohol consumption.
Leaned back with his palms against the grass, gaze skyward to admire the soft glow of the moon and the stars that twinkled against the obsidian sky, Boris' only tore his gaze away to look at Sean after he'd asked about the constellations. ❝ Can be hard to find with so many stars, eh? ❞ He grinned, his shoulder nudging his friend companionably. ❝ Look, look. I can try to point one out to you. ❞
It took a second for his vision to come into focus, dark eyes observing the sky for a moment to find the North Star. ❝ See there, yah? ❞ Boris scotted a little closer, enabling Sean's line of vision to follow where he was pointing to more easily. ❝ Use the North Star as your starting point. So big and bright, easy to see, always in same place. Also, is the last star in the Little Dipper. See? Follow it down to the Big Dipper and then . . . ❞ To the best of his abilities, he slowly traced the pattern from star to star to trace the bear-like outline of Ursa Major.
LOCATION BASED EMOJI PROMPTS; for muns who like to establish a setting!
✨ — stargazing.
👻 — a haunted house.
🐚 — the beach.
🌷 — flower picking.
🌲 — an eerie forest.
🥂 — a fancy restaurant.
🍻 — the local bar.
🎠 — a fairground.
🚢— a cruise ship.
🌧 — outside in a rainstorm.
⚡— stuck inside watching lightning strike.
🎉 — a party.
⛸ — an ice skating rink.
🎰 — a casino.
🎭 — the theatre.
🛍 — shopping in a busy mall.
🩰 — a ballet show.
🎤 — a concert.
☎️ — a phone call.
📸 — a photo shoot.
📒 — at school.
💻 — at work.
💊— a hospital.
🛏 — in bed.
🛁 — in the bath.
🏁 — at a race.
𝐄 𝐌 𝐏 𝐓 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 𝐒 𝐒 HAS 𝐃 𝐀 𝐑 𝐊 𝐄 𝐍 𝐄 𝐃 MY EYES.
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❝ so i pulled out his 𝐇 𝐄 𝐀 𝐑 𝐓 from his chest. ❞
𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣𝗦: [ 𝚜𝚊𝚠𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚝 ♡ 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚟𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚘𝚟𝚜𝚔𝚢 ] only @boriys may reblog.
—— ✞ ; 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗦 𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗦 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥. how boris shows appreciation for sawyer's somewhat 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 is a relief, encouraging her to give him more. it's the first time she's felt her 𝗱𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱, the sense of desperation to be closer than what seems possible matched in full in the way he slides his hands into her jean pockets. there's a desire to leave a mark, to 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱 on his flesh, but there are already two or three that litter his throat from the night before that keep her satiated.
their eyes meet at her statement, an 𝗮𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗻 pulling at her lips as sawyer offers a small nod of confirmation at his sound of surprise. she can see how his gaze falls to her lips and back to her eyes, her own temptation to 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝘂𝗹𝘀𝗲 just as strong as his own but she refrains in favour of conversation, ❛ it's basically just an interview with a challenge attached to it. ❜ she explains, only then 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘂𝗹𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 and stealing yet another small kiss from his lips, tender and quick before she rests her chin in the center of his chest. she shrugs in response to his question around why people do it, ❛ it makes the interview fun. also, the person who does the interviewing asks like . . . actually interesting questions to answer, so. ❜ sawyer offers a small shrug, ❛ i had a good time, even when i felt like i wanted to die. ❜ the last word has her eyes widening some, voice a little more aggressive in tone as if to emphasize it before a soft laugh leaves her.
❛ you think less of me, now? ❜ there's obvious playfulness in her tone as she 𝗷𝘂𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗽, eyes mimicking that of a puppy as she runs her hands back down to his hips.
Crazy as it seemed to sign up for that kind of discomfort with no reward, Boris figured there had to be some sort of pull to get people to want to go through with the challenge. As it turned out—beyond wanting to brave it—the questions asked were more interesting than what was typically asked in interviews. It was still so strange to him, talking about these things like it was completely normal. And yet to Sawyer it was, because she was accustomed to the lifestyle of being famous. It was one of the things that unsettled him the most, the idea of people poking around and prying for information when he had tried so hard to slip under the radar, and it was why he was adamant about keeping his relationship with Sawyer in the dark.
Hand resting on the back of Sawyer's head, he began to grin at her dramatic statement of feeling like she wanted to die at some point during the interview. ❝ Am going to have to watch this now, you know, first episode ever. Watching you struggle to speak and answer questions because of spice? Pfff. Hilarious. ❞ When he had some down time next, he'd be searching it up on Youtube while spamming Sawyer with his thoughts pertaining to it. At her next question, a cute pout on her face, Boris' smile took on a sly quality.
❝ Hah, and if I did? Would you be wounded? ❞ His fingers gripped Sawyer's chin, thumb tracing along the defined shape of her bottom of her lip. Her lips were one of the first things he'd noticed about her, how they paired with her dainty features and brought everything together to give her that doll sort of quality ; hence the nickname he'd given her. He kept her in place, bringing his face closer to her own before their lips met in a string of kisses, rougher and lasting a little longer than the last few. Before he would give her the chance to respond to him if she so wished, he caught her bottom lip between his teeth to playfully tug at it and then, at last, allowed the contact to be broken.
❝ Yeah -- think Bridge to Terabithia but with less of a devastating outcome. ❞ thankfully, she mentally added at the end of that sentence as a small shiver went down her spine at the memory of her body hitting the cold water, her chest squeezing tight and her limbs flailing to try to get to the surface, to suck in a breath of air... all to prove a point that she ended up having the opposite effect for. It truly was not her finest moments, and the fight that ensued over her between gunner and norman was even less than ideal. ❝ Honestly, the moment you hit the water and your muscles seize up, your mind goes blank before everything kicks into overdrive and you thrash around, trying to find which way is up and where the surface is. You almost forget what it feels like to be warm, what the land underneath your feet and the ability to breathe freely is--well, as freely as you can. The shock doesn't come until your body realizes that you're in this void with no real escape, only fight and flight but the flight is so weighed down by the water and the exhaustion that it just... doesn't know what to do. Simultaneously fighting, flighting, and freezing. ❞
It was all spoken so nonchalantly, her eyes moving past him to look at the body of water once more, as if lost in thought. As if she hadn't just admitted that she knew from firsthand experience, that she had gone through such a horrific incident and it had all been because of her own hubris. Yet, despite all of it, she didn't fear the water. It still calmed her in spite of all the trauma that had gone to her psyche during that day and the aftermath it had caused.
She turned back to him, as if she hadn't just said something truly harrowing, eyebrows pulled up slightly as she looked his features up and down, ❝ Surfing? I've always wanted to try it but have never been close enough to a body of water when the tide was right. Plus, I don't have the coordination to ride a skateboard so I feel like surfing might be a bit less advantageous to get the hang of. I liked watching Lilo & Stitch surf, though. ❞
With each passing word Emma spoke, Boris grew increasingly suspicious of her description being something from personal experience. His eyes narrowed, gaze only leaving her to glance at the dark, cold water. He knew what it was like to be in freezing temperatures, the fatigue and the violent shivering that made muscles ache, but he counted himself lucky that he'd never fallen through ice or into water so cold that it would send a person into shock.
❝ That happened to you? ❞ The topic of surfing was brushed aside in favour of the detailed and nonchalant explanation Emma had given, detailing the exact phases the body and mind would go through in an event such as that. ❝ Same place? ❞ Boris nodded towards the water, face twisting into a grimace at the idea of Emma struggling to swim beneath the icy depths. He didn't even require confirmation to decide that this was a story, not a lesson.
❝ Christ. Lucky it did not end worse for you. Here? Would be headline in newspaper for weeks. ❞ Small towns were always like that. When something big happened, everyone knew about it and it wouldn't just pass by like it did in some cities. ❝ If it is like how you say it is, how did you get out? ❞
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Irritated : that was the word that could best describe what Boris was feeling while listening to the nearby man drone on and on about things he was clearly ignorant or misinformed about. His nasally voice and know-it-all behaviour was downright grating, setting Boris' teeth on edge. Even though he wasn't directly involved in the conversation, merely being someone who was listening in because of how his obnoxious voice carried (as if he wanted people to hear him preach and agree with his idiocy) he found himself rolling his eyes on more than one occasion. Having such strong opinions while being unknowledgeable, or simply choosing to follow what the majority was saying, was one of those things that just rubbed him the wrong way.
❝ His opinions are dog shit, the twat, ❞ Boris scoffed, though found the corners of his lips threatening to pull up into an amused grin when Ahri spoke her own negative opinion of the man who wore an all too smug expression and, from what he could tell, donned lensless glasses to make himself appear smarter. ❝ Hah! Yes, brilliant! That will make him shut up. Wait, wait. Do you mean to punch him or . . . was just an observation? ❞
—— ✞ ; 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛 𝗜𝗦 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗖𝗜𝗥𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗜𝗡 𝗔 𝗪𝗔𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗦 𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗘𝗟𝗬 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗗. it seems boris is on the same page as she is, feeling his lips press to hers in the same manner of ponderance. without hesitation, sawyer returns each kiss he gives her, offering 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝘀 that follow after each one. a soft, warm laugh leaves her at the realization that they've found the same wavelength, watching has he tilts his head. it exposes his neck to her, the greedy woman she is leaning forward to start 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁, 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀 to his pulse point up to his jawline. he calls her that sweet petname in his native tongue, teeth then nipping against his flesh before she 𝗻𝘂𝘇𝘇𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 into the crook of his neck.
fingers toy with the hem of his shirt, mimicking his own as they start to 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗰 in search of warmth, finding it with little resistance as they run over his sides and up his back. once again, she presses herself against him, now as close as she possibly can be to him; close enough to 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 while he speaks. sitting like this is something she can do for hours, soaking in his presence and simply melting into his very being as they talk or watch mindless television, ❛ maybe we share a braincell. ❜ she murmurs against his neck, 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 as she speaks, ❛ or maybe we're both just really high. ❜
it takes her a second to make a decision, but before she can voice it he's asking her a question, pulling away just enough for their eyes to meet, ❛ i've done one of 'em. ❜ she admits it 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗲, she knows that boris means what he says but sawyer takes no offense.
❛ ever heard of 'hot ones'? ❜
It was easy to get caught up in these moments with Sawyer, especially when they were making up for a fight that ended explosively with a nasty exchange of words. They would end up cooling off and making up, and Boris would feel like they were at their highest and better than ever. Like a plant gone without water for too long, he was soaking up every bit of attention the brunette paid to him, humming contently as soft kisses were trailed along his neck and jawline. She was impossibly close to him now, her tiny frame pulled tightly against him by hands that slipped into the back pockets of her jeans.
The idea of them either sharing a brain cell or (the actual reason) being high was a topic that Boris didn't linger on for very long, for Sawyer's next statement and question had stolen his interest. The very thing he'd insulted was, apparently, something that she'd been a part of at one point in time. He wasn't someone who had a life online (zero social media) and wasn't heavily invested in the internet, but he'd heard of the Youtube channel that featured celebrities basically suffering from eating spicy things. Something like that, anyway.
❝ Eh? ❞ Boris' eyebrows knit together, a display of his confusion while his gaze shifted between Sawyer's hazel eyes and full, plush lips. ❝ I have heard of it, but never seen. What do celebrities even get out of it? Tell me. Because money would make no sense when they are already so big and famous. ❞
🐝 * ― 𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑵. reblog this post and give the person you reblogged it from a small compliment in the tags. just something sweet and simple that’ll hopefully bring a smile to their face.
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