Chaosgold

❝We can fly away❞ Independent multi-muse RP Blog Mun is 21+ GMT timezone. Created: 26/08/20 Please read the rules and muses before interacting

[chaosgold]

  ⋆ starter for @murkyhazed (Claire) ⋆

     Adrenaline coursed through the teen as she pushed her bike, with a little too much force, against the side of the cabin and hurried in, her eyes bright with excitement. “Dinosaur!” she exclaimed, calling out to whoever might be inside and within ear-shot. It had been a while since the teen had showed such a level of engagement with life near the cabin. She enjoyed spending time with Owen, learning how to chop wood and other tricks that she thought were very impressive, and Claire was caring and gave her all she needed and wanted (except freedom to roam as far as she wished) but growing older came with new challenges, especially when she felt she was still being treated like a little kid. 

     The discovery of a dinosaur that had interacted with her while she cycled alone had momentarily brightened the girl’s outlook. “I didn’t go looking for it,” a half truth - she didn’t know that particular dinosaur existed, but if she didn’t keep an eye out for them there wasn’t much entertainment near the cabin. Not unless she broke the number 1 rule and went past the bridge, “It just appeared, and it interacted with me. It listened to me!” 

     After dumping her jacket on her bed, Maisie tracked down Claire, still rambling enthusiastically about the dinosaur, “I don’t know how exactly, but I put my arm out, just like Owen does, and it stopped baring it’s teeth and just sort of stared at me. Then, I told it to back off, and it did!” She grinned, proud of herself. “Does this mean I can come with you or Owen on dinosaur rescue missions? I know you think I’m safer here, but I can help. I want to help!”

[chaosgold]

   ⋆ starter for @griefmartyred (Claire) ⋆

     A scowl furrowed the girl’s brow, brown eyes glaring ahead as she peddled as ferociously as she could manage, away from the cabin and towards the town and what felt like freedom. 

     Maisie couldn’t stay with them anymore. Her not-parents. The suffocating obsession they had with her staying close to home had grown unbearable. It wouldn’t be her home any longer. They didn’t understand, couldn’t understand how awful it felt to be trapped. The explanations of protection and safety had grown old after her preteen years and the girl wanted to experience more. 

     Reaching a hand into her pocket, her eyes bulged when she found no tiny scrap of paper there with the address of her planned escape. She had left in a hurry, having fought terribly with Claire and Owen over the rules they had put in place to ‘protect’ her, as well as their disagreement over her choices to allow herself to help others, to make a difference. Although she considered cycling back for it, she kept on going, knowing the address off by heart by now. Besides, Claire and Owen weren’t her legal parents, they wouldn’t be able to force her back with them, not without her putting up a fight. Why should it matter to them what she chose to do with her own DNA? It was her own decision to help Dr. Brooks. He was kind, he didn’t smother her or try to control her, he simply offered her a way to help, to eventually travel with him back to his lab in the city and become somebody. Somebody who made a difference.

     Squeezing the breaks as she reached the apartment Dr. Brooks was staying at, she glanced around her, a little shifty. Although she’d left in a hurry, with only her backpack filled with some of her most important belongings, and had waited until Owen was out on a dinosaur rescue mission and Claire was busy elsewhere in the house, she felt anxious with the thought they could try to stop her. A part of her wondered whether she might subconsciously want them to come after her, to prove they cared, but she shook the thoughts from her head and leant her bike against the side of the apartment, fully committing herself to the new life she had chosen.

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

❛ i didn’t know where else to go. ❜

❛ i’ll never be that me again. ❜

❛ you can still be good. ❜

❛ i thought you’d be here. ❜

❛ don’t act like you know me. ❜

❛ because i care about you, okay? ❜

❛ it wasn’t supposed to end like this. ❜

❛ i was scared. i thought you had lost your way. ❜

❛ am i supposed to just let you go? ❜

❛ you deserve better than me. ❜

❛ don’t make me do this. ❜

❛ i’m not who you think i am. ❜

❛ you don’t mean that. ❜

❛ please just hold me. ❜

❛ i don’t want to understand, i want you to stay. ❜

❛ and why should i care? ❜

❛ you look awful. ❜

❛ i can’t do this without you. ❜

❛ don’t let me lose you too. ❜

❛ for what it’s worth, i really am sorry. ❜

❛ it’s not your fault. ❜

❛ i don’t know who i am anymore. ❜

❛ is this the part where you kick me out? ❜

❛ don’t we deserve to be happy? ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you can’t save everyone. ❜

❛ it was a nightmare, that’s all. ❜

❛ it’s just a scratch, don’t worry. ❜

❛ you know me better than i know myself. ❜

❛ don’t go where i can’t follow. ❜

❛ you’re better off without me. ❜

❛ we all die alone. ❜

❛ people get hurt if they get too close to me. ❜

❛ i hate what i’ve become. ❜

❛ i’m not going anywhere. ❜

❛ is there anything i can do to help? ❜

❛ i don’t even recognize you anymore. ❜

❛ who did this to you? ❜

❛ please don’t leave me. ❜

❛ oh, now you care? ❜

❛ don’t come any closer! ❜

❛ i missed you so much. ❜

❛ you don’t have to say anything. ❜

❛ do you want me to leave? ❜

❛ why are you avoiding me? ❜

❛ you could have died, you know. ❜

❛ i wish you were here. ❜

❛ you’re not alone. i’m staying right here. ❜

❛ i can be your family. ❜

❛ of course i’m here. where else would i be? ❜

❛ we just can’t seem to get it right, huh? ❜

❛ don’t look at me like that. ❜

❛ don’t push me away again. ❜

❛ this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. ❜

❛ you’re leaving already? ❜

❛ this was a mistake. ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

[chaosgold]

NEW MUSE; Maisie Lockwood, canon character from the Jurassic World Trilogy. Bio coming soon. IM for plotting. Please see rules for info before interacting.

[whumpbox]

memory loss starters send a sentence, get a drabble.

“ trust me. we’re [friends/family]. ”

“ you’re groggy from the medicine. ”

“ this isn’t funny. stop it. ”

“ i know you’re scared and confused, but i’m here to answer your questions. ”

“ you’ve suffered a shock. ”

“ i’m [name]. don’t you remember? ”

“ trust me. ”

“ hey, hey. don’t overexert yourself. it’s okay. ”

“ you’re talking nonsense. ”

“ you lost your memory. ”

“ take your time. ”

“ you…forgot me? ”

“ the doctor said it’s temporary. ”

“ be patient, it’ll come to you. ”

“ tell me what you remember. ”

“ who are you? ”

“ let me go! i don’t know you! ”

“ i’m sorry. i wish i could make myself remember. ”

“ prove it. prove that we know each other. ” 

“ i need answers, and i need them now. ”

“ help me understand. ”

“ don’t go. i’m scared. ”

“ you look…familiar.”

“ do we know each other? ”

“ i can’t remember anything. ”

“ don’t come any closer. ”

“ i’m sorry, but we’ve never met. ”

“ maybe i don’t want to remember. ”

“ my memories are gone. ”

“ i’m not joking! i don’t know who you are! ”

“ [name]? who’s that? ”

“ everything you’re saying could be lies. ” 

[soulrph]

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (𝐏𝐓. 𝟏)

basically, these prompts are random, short, and many of them are delightfully vague so you can deliver a response that could literally be any context, any verse, any setting! i hope y'all enjoy them, drink some water while you send them and reply to them!

" i think we need to talk. "

" try me. "

" you don't know me. "

" i need you. "

" i'm in. "

" what do you want? "

" please... believe me. "

" trust me. "

" thank you. "

" i'm sorry. "

" i got you. "

" why? "

" no. "

" do it. "

" don't do it. "

" say something... "

" what do you want to do? "

" you could stay. if you wanted. "

" what? "

" let me help you. "

" i promise. "

" it's okay. " / " it's not okay. "

" you're okay. " / " you're not okay. "

" i'm okay. " / " i'm not okay. "

" let me take a look. "

" you idiot. "

" you're an asshole. "

" i like you. "

" i hate you. "

" i'm in love with you. "

" i love you. "

" you're not a bad person. "

" don't listen to them. "

" they're idiots. "

" i want to help you. "

" get out. "

" get down! "

" come here. "

" you came back? "

" go away. "

" what are you doing here? "

" leave me alone! "

" marry me. "

" i / you / we have no choice. "

" are you hurt? "

[aenslem]

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[chaosgold]

whpsiedaisies​:

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃: 𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐑

                 “carry on up the stairs, and just on your left, you can’t miss it.” it was sarah’s old room, but un-occupied for the most past. siobhan could tell that the girl was troubled, that she was going to have a hard time in getting anything out of her, but she wasn’t in the business of giving up on people. “i’ll let you get your stuff down and make tea… don’t mind kiera by the way.” she said it loudly enough for the child to hear, knowing she was indeed listening at the door and out of bed. footsteps scuttled across quickly until their was silence and a bed was creaking, very clear she was getting back into it where she should be at this time of night. 

siobhan left the girl to unpack, freshen up while the kettle boiled. once at the table she poured two cups of tea and left the milk in a jug, unsure how erin liked it. the girl looked tired, but of course it was late, and she had travelled along way. 

     A tight smile, an attempt at friendliness though she was rusty at anything of the sort, stretched across the teenager’s lips as she paused on the stairs. “Okay. Great, thanks.” Although her expression didn’t convey many of her feelings, she felt grateful for the place to stay, despite the uncomfortable emotions overpowering her. It was near impossible for Erin to trust others. Few people had ever given her reason to.  “Kira?” At first, she wondered whether Siobhan referred to a cat or a dog, but the unmistakable footsteps and creaking of floorboards left a clear enough answer. “I’ll um, just be upstairs then.” Briskly, she turned and left for the room that had been pointed out to her.      More relaxed away from a social situation that somehow felt too intense, Erin let her broken backpack drop onto the bed, before falling down herself, exhausted. It had been months since she had felt remotely safe within someone’s home. It was awkward, of course, and the teen did not feel she deserved a place to stay, but for a short while, she decided she would give it a chance.

     Pulling out an elaborate golden locket from an enclosed, zipped pocket inside her backpack, she ran her fingers over the metal, hiding it from view of the doorway, just in case anyone appeared, and waited. There was little point in unpacking anything, she had so few belongings of her own.

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@whpsiedaisies​ said: ‘Hold my hand if you need to’ (from Siobhan, for Erin)

     “I’m not the baby you abandoned. I don’t need to hold your hand. I’m fine.” Defensive, sharp, closed off. Erin possessed such qualities effortlessly. Her own worst enemy, she often shut herself off from support and care whenever she needed it the most. Now, she and Siobhan sat in in the living room, watching a news report detailing that one of the brutish criminals who had followed her to Canada, whom she had stolen from, had been found dead. The only negative to the story was that she herself had been the one to kill him. It had been an accident, self defence, but Erin knew no one would listen to an untrustworthy teenage runaway with a bad track record. 

     “They’ll know it’s me. My fingerprints... I just panicked. I ran. It wasn’t planned. He attacked me. You believe me, don’t you?” she asked, fearing the answer. If her own mother wouldn’t believe her, there would be no chance of anyone else buying her story.

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jcyfulmess​:

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          This felt like a trap. Sid was giving her dangerous vibes right now. And the more she was around her, the more she wanted to be around her. Was this a normal feeling ? Why did she feel like she had to be in her life. Jean felt like she had to create a need from the younger woman… or maybe some sort of attraction, but she wanted her to want her so badly. Maybe even more than Jean wanted Sid. In the end, she just wanted the brunette to be addicted to her.

Sid wasn’t yet to that stage. It was clear from their talks, and the way Sam described his feeling towards the younger woman, that she hadn’t moved on completely. Though, there was definitely something between Jean and Sid, it was just complicated for Jean to let it go because of her own life. Jean scoffed, leaning back slightly when Sidney invaded her space, feeling quite overwhelmed, and suddenly hot and bothered,     ‘ This is complicated, all stories are complicated… and you, and me… we’re very different. With very different lives as well. ’     She tried to not surrender to her own desires, but it became difficult when she smelled her perfume so close to her nose, and she definitely was curious.   ‘ What do you want to know ? You only have to ask. I’m right here. Are you afraid to ask ? ’

     The light smirk against the young woman’s lips grew more obvious as Diane leant away from her, and she made no efforts to hide her amusement. It was perhaps Sidney’s favourite part of their whole … whatever it was between them. Making the older woman blush, feel uncomfortable, it sent intoxicating sparks shooting through her. Knowing she had an effect on the blonde was half the fun, and that was aside from the way Diane made her feel. Alive … and they had barely even begun.

     “Opposites attract,” she shot back instantly, a dark eyebrow raising, “Though, I do have a feeling we’re more alike than we think. I get that vibe from you. You’re older, yes, but that’s a good thing, and you’re not so different from me. I can tell.” Her fiery brown eyes practically burned into the blue before her and, although the bar was busy, Diane was all who existed to her. “I’m never afraid.” The implication almost offended her, but she simply titled her head. “Okay then. I’ll ask. Am I the first woman you’ve been into?”

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rgincmills​:

shock coursed through every vein in regina’s body. emma swan — the savior. daughter of snow white and prince charming. the sheriff of their ridiculously small town. henry’s other mother. the woman she’d nearly tried to rid of storybrooke altogether. — had saved her from the dark one’s wrath.

she had jumped in and sacrificed herself. in those few moments that regina had been trapped between inky black swirls of magic, she’d been mentally preparing herself to become the dark one. she’d been feared by many before, had been titled the evil queen. emma, though, was the savior. she possessed light magic, yet she had threw it all away for regina mills. it was the single-handedly, most selfless, yet stupid, act of saving that regina had seen her complete.

snow scolded her for calling emma stupid, once it was all said and done, and they’d watched emma disappear into the black void. all that was left behind was the dagger — that damned dagger that regina kept tightly locked in one hand, as she trekked through the forest in heels, of all things. she had half-expected emma’s newfound powers to transport her to another realm; and the fact that she could feel the blonde’s energetic magic from somewhere in these woods was surprising in itself.

emma was close. emma — who had given it all up for regina, the formerly evil queen. why anyone would do that after all that she did was beyond her. but, instead of focusing on her own inquiries about the sacrifice, she focused on finding emma.

even the wildlife was scattered, barely seen and unheard. that was how regina knew she was getting closer. and then her heel had snapped a twig — nearly taking off her foot with it — and who’s there? had rung out in the clearing of grass and weeds and fallen branches.

“not your mother — that’s for sure,” regina lifted her head to take a look at emma. her energy felt different; but her face was the same emma. “she would know how to navigate these woods properly.” she tried stepping closer, but her heel had snapped with the twig, forcing her to cast a quick beam of purple light, changing the heels into reluctant sneakers. “what made you choose this cabin?”

     Once the familiar, and strangely comforting, figure of a woman Emma had once despised came into view between the whispering trees, the blonde clenched and unclenched her hand, dissolving the static, magical energy she felt prickling her skin. “Regina, you’re okay,” she breathed, her voice retaining the husky edge to it as it scraped up her dry throat. Despite how her sacrifice was with all intentions of saving the brunette, there had been no way of knowing whether she was entirely successful until that moment, when wide, blue eyes met deep brown. “You shouldn’t be here. I’m unpredictable now, more unpredictable than ever. I don’t know what I’m capable of,” she warned, and as Regina approached, she stepped backwards, retaining the distance between them. “I don’t want to hurt you.” A frown dented her pale face and she continued to curl and uncurl her fingers, nervously waiting for the unnerving effects of the dark magic she had invited into her soul to build.

     “Your choice in footwear is never practical, Regina. Heels, really?” A fair eyebrow raised as she glanced down at the broken heel before the swirl of purple replaced it with more appropriate sneakers. “That’s something I never thought I’d see. Regina Mills in sneakers.” She had meant it as a joke, though her usual, quick sarcasm fell flat and her tone lacked its usual goofy vibrance and energy. A long sigh, deep and tired, was blown slowly through her nose. Emma was losing herself, she could feel it. 

     “I chose this cabin for its warmth and cosy atmosphere.” Rolling her eyes, Emma stared back at the other woman. “It’s the safest place for me now. The place I am least likely to hurt anyone. Come on, Regina. You know what dark ones are like. It’s probably only a matter of time before I go green and scaly and start blowing things up or...whatever it is Gold used to do.”

[chaosgold]

whpsiedaisies​:

𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐑 : @chaosgold​ / cont. 

      she felt like she was CHASING her tail, trying to keep the young woman from leaving, not wanting to bare loosing her all over again. albeit it was the girls choice, she knew that and she knew she couldn’t stop her if it was what she really wanted to do. 

    “that isn’t true, it ALWAYS matter erin, but for better or worse, i thought i was giving you a better life, you have to believe that.” she felt the ominous sound of her heart beat, felt it coming up through her throat. siobhan wasn;t one for openly displaying any sort of emotions, but this was DIFFERENT, this was an exception. 

“no, i won’t fecking move. you want me to move, you’ll have to forcibly do it, and let me tell you, i chained myself to several railings in the past for less.” 

.

     “That’s just the thing. I don’t believe it. If you were scared, I’d get it. They’re not nice people, those you left me with, but giving me a better life? Surely you knew what they were like? That my life wouldn’t be better with them than with you.” She paced, unable to get past the doorway while the older brunette was blocking it, but unable to stay still, either. “You know what, I don’t even care!” A lie, the biggest lie of them all. “I just want to leave. You want Kira in danger? That’s what’ll happen if I stay. Trouble follows me wherever I go. I’m just trying to save you from that.” A deep inhale as Erin tried, in vain, the only tactic she could think of to calm herself. At least she now knew where she got her stubborn streak from. 

     Erin took one fierce step towards Siobhan, grating her teeth together. Her mind was whirring. As far as she could see, she had two options. Try to force her way past the taller, stronger woman and probably fail, or bide her time. She could leave in the middle of the night if she still wanted to. That was the main dilemma. Erin didn’t want to leave, she was happiest living with family who seemed to care than on the run, but she couldn’t stay. “Fecking hell!” She crumbled down onto the bed, bag still on her back and rested her head in her hands. “You’re so fecking annoying,” she added, though her voice had weakened, vulnerable.

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jcyfulmess​:

@chaosgold​    from Jean Holloway.        continued from x. 

       Jean knew she was playing with fire. She knew her morals were slowly crumbling down, her marriage was suffering from her bad decisions as well, and her husband noticed it all. Yet, he was still fighting to keep her close. They had incredible encounters the past week, but it didn’t feel real. She liked him more when she pretended to be someone else… just as much as she liked Sidney when she pretended to be Diane.

Sidney’s hand danced along her own skin, sending chills along her whole body like electricity. She was electricity, struck by lightning even. Jean swallowed thickly, her blue eyes following the trace on her knuckles, her thumb fighting the urge to rub hers back.

‘ Whatever we are Sidney… we both know it’s not going to end well. ’     Jean’s lips parts lightly, her look now focused on the younger woman’s lips and how appealing they look. Just one taste before regretting it forever.       ‘ You think you know what I want. Even I do not know, so how could you ?’

     A smirk tilted those plump lips and she shook her head lightly in amusement. “That is exactly what someone would say when they’re scared,” she teased, knowing full well that despite Diane’s reservations, she would always come back for more as she had proven time and time again. “Why focus on the ending when the story is only just beginning?” she asked rhetorically, lightly playing with the blonde’s fingers as her dark eyes flickered up to meet blue.

     Although Diane was mysterious, Sidney didn’t consider her overly subtle and felt the older woman’s eyes lingering on her lips. “I think ... perhaps, you know more than you admit. Maybe you haven’t even admitted it to yourself yet. That’s okay.” She leant forwards, closer now, invading Diane’s space. “I don’t know much about you. I don’t need to. When you’re ready to tell me about yourself, I’ll be listening. Though, I would like to know more.”

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⋆ @whpsiedaisies​ sent: “I don’t want you to be alone” ( s / erin ) ⋆

     The bare essentials Erin needed were stuffed unceremoniously into her, now repaired, backpack. Lifting it too quickly, nearly spilling all the contents in her frantic hurry, she slipped her arms through both straps and then turned to Siobhan, a hard, determined glare piercing through the woman. “What you wanted for me never mattered, did it?” Perhaps it was cruel to snap so viciously with words but Erin lashed out like a cornered animal whenever anyone came too close. “I’ve always been alone. Just because you’re -- you know ... it doesn’t change anything. I never stay in one place for long, that would only bring trouble.” For someone as young as she was, the teen had acquired a number of enemies who would have every reason to hunt her down, who would want to see her dead. “Besides, your family don’t like me much.” Whenever she saw Sarah, especially, there was an uncomfortable tension in the air.

     Reaching into her pocket, visible relief passed over the girl’s pale face as her fingers slid over the cool metal of her golden locket. She wouldn’t wear it, but it would always be kept close, no matter what. “Move out of the way.” Her tone cold and unfeeling, Erin wasn’t really asking. Did she want to leave? No. Did she feel she had to? Absolutely. Her expression was harsh, but pale blue eyes betrayed her indecision.

[chaosgold]

⋆ starter for @coemcterium​ ( Esmé ) ⋆ 

     “When you get your sugar bowl back, we can go on that real vacation you promised!” Little feet, encased by the most ‘in’ shoes money could buy, moved swiftly as Carmelita tried to keep up with her newly-adoptive mother’s long strides. Now that the sugar bowl Esmé so desperately sought after was at the very tip of their perfectly manicured fingers, and considering that Countie wasn’t her daddy any more, they could go wherever their selfish hearts desired. Carmelita wouldn’t miss her formerly-adoptive father one teensy, tiny bit. His resistance to her undeniably adorable nature infuriated the young redhead. A scowl distorted her face at the very thought of his crooked-nosed, monobrowed, horrid self. 

     Esmé, on the other hand, always spoiled her to a delightful extent and Carmelita admired her more than she did her real mother, who showered her in gifts but had a remarkably boring, work-oriented personality and cared only for quietening her attention-seeking child. “I wanna go to Littlest Elf Land and see how many little elves’ ears I can pull right off. Can we? Can we?!” she asked, hopping down from the last step onto another floor of the hotel and turning to the tall blonde with a dazzling, toothy smile. As she did so, distant screams reached her perfectly-sized ears and a few strangers ran right past her, one of them stumbling into her as the eye-mask they hadn’t yet removed blocked their vision. “Watch where you’re going, you cakesniffer! You nearly ruined my expensively ‘in’ pink pinstripe suit!” 

     Folding her arms across her chest with an extremely dramatic huff, Carmelita moved towards the next staircase. More screams and shouts came from all directions, a little louder now and the child sniffed, her nose wrinkling. “What’s that awfully yucky smell?” Unease washed over the spoilt little girl, just as it had on the submarine when the alarm sounded and interrupted her jaw-dropping, utterly amazing dance recital. Carmelita grabbed for Esmé’s arm as her sparkling eyes grew wide with a fear that was not entirely genuine. 

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⋆ @whpsiedaisies​ said: ‘that’s a lot of blood’ ( Mrs. S ) ⋆

     Erin felt regret seep through her veins. Regret that she had not thought more clearly before rushing to the house she had been staying in for quite some time. Siobhan was not a real mother to her. As far as the teen was concerned, she never had been. No one filled that role. If there had been any other viable option of a place to stay upon her arrival in Canada, she’d have taken it. Although she had tried to leave, multiple times, it seemed as though the woman’s home was exactly where she found herself escaping to in a crisis. Despite the bitterness she felt unable to shake, there was nowhere else she would rather be. Perhaps, though, she should have washed the blood stains from her clothes first. 

     “It’s nothing.” Pushing past the woman and into the nearest bathroom, Erin ran the tap, frantically scrubbing at her hands without taking time to breathe or think. “It’s not your problem, it’s mine.” Her voice lifted, a note of fear evident and emphasised by her uneven breaths. “I’m not your problem,” she added, the water running red, some scarlet drops splashing over as she began to scrub her arms raw. “So why don’t you just get off my back and not ask any questions. Pretend you never saw me like this.”

[chaosgold]

whpsiedaisies​:

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃: 𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐑

          her accent was THICK, thicker than perhaps her own now, living away from ireland for so long and momentarily it made her miss it, longing for a place that was once her home; a place that once held something so very precious to her. 

    “oh, it’s no bother. really, i’m having one m’self, no point boiling a cup for one person” a very irish outlook. erin was a girl from a harsh up-bringing; that so much she could tell using her knowledge of her previous fosters (including both felix and sarah) she understood the necessity to keep one at arms length, so she wouldn’t try to push. 

  “i’m already making one, so please, have one… i’ll let you have some space and call you down in a while?” she needed to speak to delphine, but she had a feeling the woman had left already not wanting to seemingly give too much away about this girl. 

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     Stepping away from the safety of the doorway and further inside the stranger’s home, Erin felt uneasiness swell larger within her. The only reason she had not fled was the fact her money was running low. She had enough for one, possibly two, more nights at a motel and then she would be back on the streets searching for somewhere warm to stay. Siobhan seeming nice was as good as it was going to get for her now. 

     “Yeah, I guess so.” Her family, before she ran away aged twelve, had much of the same mentality. Those weren’t the fondest of her memories, though she had little of anything of the sort. “I’ll have one then. Thanks.” She took a few more steps, steering clear of the older woman, towards the stairs. “Um ... which room am I staying in?” she asked, pausing halfway up the staircase.