SISTER DEAREST.

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i gotta clean this place up.  damn.  messy!!

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sticks my foot in here ---

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guess whos fucking computer screen cracked n just got fixed

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degreesofpain:

children has always been a sore spot for her. in all her lives she had never figured out exactly why that was, but put her near a child, and she freezes. maybe with nerves, but whatever it was, it wasn’t good. 

(not scared, never SCARED.) 

 she kept her wide eye gaze on the small human, almost STARING a hole into her skin and considered what she could do. she could leave (it wasn’t her responsibility to take care of every human child she came across, and it never will be.), or put the thing out of it’s misery (she wasn’t sure if she could bring herself to take out such a pitiful sight). or… 

 she rifles through her big parka’s pockets, and finds what she’s looking for. very slowly, she removes the candy bar from her pocket, and offers it to the other. 

 ❝ You are taking, yes? I am not offering again. ❞

         “Holy shit.”

                 She SNATCHES the candy from the other’s fingers almost too quickly; the movement of too - white digits desperate like the expects the other to SNATCH IT BACK in some kind of a cruel joke.  Dangle sweets in front of the starving child and then take the offer back!  Watch her cry!  But, no --- either due to Riley’s speed or this woman’s kindness, the bar is nestled safely in her hands and then shoved past her teeth.  GOD, SHE’S SO FUCKING HUNGRY.  Candy isn’t g o o d for an empty stomach, of course --- but she’s STARVING.  Calories are calories are calories.

                               “Holy shit, thanks,” she GASPS around the pieces behind her lips, fingers sticky and lips the same.  A pause to bite off more as the last large chunk goes down.  She can feel it hitting her empty gut like a weight, too heavy, too much, and she fights back the urge to RETCH.  No!  She’s not wasting this!  She swallows the last of the bar and SWAYS --- it takes her a moment to regain her balance but, once she does, she GRINS at the other.  Still starving --- of course --- but, oh, she is GRATEFUL!!

                    “Thank y’ --- y’ want somethin’ in return?  Want me to do somethin’ fer you?”  ANYTHING; within reason.  One candy bar isn’t worth a job, but it may be worth sex or a favor.  But she’s a GOOD GIRL and GOOD GIRLS repay their debts.

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youmaythinkyouknowme:

‘ —- riley …. ‘

she’s about to correct her younger housemate, but lilly is certain that the other girl can hear the slight tone in her voice. an indication that she still doesn’t approve of riley’s stance, but she won’t correct her this time.

‘ never mind, should I use my super duper mind powers to move it   or should we just lift it with good ol’ muscle strength?? ‘

        She won’t stop --- more than that, she CAN’T.  That isn’t how love works!!  Can’t just be turned on and off to fit a mood, to be ACCEPTABLE.  And truthfully, this child no longer recalls HOW to love people the right way, without expecting hungry hands and hearts in throats.  

                      BUT --- that isn’t the point here.  ELATED, she presses palms together and all but bounces.  “Mind powers!  Mind powers!”

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Hate it when you try to kill someone and they don’t die. Like, how rude do you have to be?

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youmaythinkyouknowme:

‘ — okay but, have you thrown it out the window yet.    because you haven’t lived until you’ve thrown a tv   out the third floor window. ‘

‘ let’s toss that sucker out the window. maybe it’ll even   fall on someone. ‘

            “And THIS is why I’m in love with you --- !!”

                     Riley loves many things: Lilly is on the top of the list { behind the dearly departed of course, but } and following only a few steps behind is RAMPANT AND POINTLESS DESTRUCTION. 

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swordriven:

                                                a spark of amusement plays over his lips as they PURSE momentarily, golden eyes tracing the curves of her face. she seems young, perhaps TOO young for such language, for such temperament, but who is HE to judge ?   he had been ROBBED the innocence of the child, so who is he to gauge it in others ?  instead, he watches her movements, WATCHES as she goes digging through her bag, he won’t need most of the supplies, but it’s BETTER to put on a show, to pretend at all aspects of  h u m a n i t y . 

                                               ‘ if you clean it, it’d be APPRECIATIVE. i don’t want it to fester or anything. ‘          he leaves out the fact that the INJURIES will be gone come morning, the burn of adamas over skin SEWING it shut, mending what was broken, healing what was torn. to her second question, he gives only a shrug, shoulders TILTING slightly in an ambiguous display.          ‘ things. why’s a kid so YOUNG out on streets like THIS ? ‘

                MUCH TOO YOUNG --- little girls should not bear hollow eyes and sunken cheeks, but this world cares little for what SHOULD BE and thus --- here we are.  A tilt of her head to match the tilt of broad shoulders, thin lips PURSING.  Not at the inquiry --- no, no, of course not.  The question itself doesn’t piss her off { seems a fair enough one to ask, even if she knows he’s just bullshitting so she’ll QUIT PRYING } but the way he refers to her.  WHO THE FUCK DOES HE THINK HE IS --- ?

                                       “’M not a kid,” she shoots back, the PETULANT WHINE threading through her voice doing her argument no favors.  Something more dangerous lurks behind it, though, in the twist of her mouth and the twitching of her fingers.  NEVERTHELESS --- she’s a good girl, A GOOD GIRL, and a good girl would not leave a stranger so badly hurt.  Even if that stranger is an ASSHOLE. 

                    “Sit down.”  Hydrogen peroxide set aside and a thick roll of bandages looped around her too - thin wrist.  She’s got this shit down to a science.  “I’ll clean it --- oh, yeah.  ‘M Riley.”

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@degreesofpain

              “--- It’s fine.  Jes’ --- tired.”  JUST HUNGRY.  When she has gone too long without food the pain is so intense it makes her cry --- she swears she can feel her stomach eating itself alive.  This is such a night, and she frantically wipes are her cheeks so they other will STOP STARING AT HER.  

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          “The TV is broken.”  By which she means: I broke the TV.  In her defense, it HAD been an accident --- she’d lost her grip on the wiimote in her fingers and CHUCKED IT at the television set.  WHOOPS.

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I want to love, but my hair smells of war and running and running.

Warsan Shire  (via bhagyawati)

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i was going to make a headcanon post about the behaviors riley engages in that are just ritualized forms of self - harm then i realized that there are almost no behaviors she engages in that AREN’T and here we are.

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hey friends --- !!  i’m really sorry for making this blog only to disappear like 10 minutes later; some stuff happened that made this blog unsafe to be on for me for a bit because of course it did.  i won’t talk abt it a lot, but if u really wanna know, i guess you can ask?  REGARDLESS!!  i’ve got it worked out and taken care of, so i should be good to come back!!  i’m gonna get some shit together then put out a starter call and such later today!  

once again, really sorry!!!

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youmaythinkyouknowme:

‘ — riley, I want you to live for a long time so. maybe skip the   wine today? I’ll stop drinking mine. ‘

            “--- Alright,” she says, like it doesn’t cost her anything.  Addictions are hard to break --- and for one with as little impulse control as Riley?  Impossible.  She’ll just have to jack some from somewhere else later; she won’t steal from HER.  “Y’ don’t hafta stop drinkin’ yers.  It’s fine.”

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@degreesofpain

              “M’ hair’s all wet --- ugh, I HATE the rain.”

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@pipermurdoch

              “Either stop starin’ at me or SAY SOMETHIN’, yeah?”

    It’s UNNERVING.  She gets why people would stare, objectively; surely seeing a child in clothes too thin, so small she ought to disappear if you were to turn her sideways, with red knuckles hands and white knuckle heart is not ORDINARY.  But others avoid looking at her, unwilling to assuage their GUILTY HEARTS and offer her a dollar or two for a meal.  To have one merely stare, saying nothing, is FREAKING HER THE FUCK OUT.                                

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