l. crain

[covntseven]

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[covntseven]

      bonjour my beautifuls -- excuse my extremely LONG absence but i'll be moving luke over HERE

[everygayisablessing]

I’ve wondered if you and your sisters might be a little sensitive.

[olivia-crain]

The Haunting relationships → Hugh and Luke Crain

I’m… just so proud of you. And you’re doing so well. Hey, keep it up. Okay? Just keep it up.

[covntseven]

@meternal

[nessa007]

I gotta keep, keep on breathin 

[juliawvicker]

Mom says that a house is like a body and that every house has eyes. And bones. And skin. And a face. This room is like the heart of the house. No, not a heart, a stomach.

[thehauntingsource]

What if I dream that you kill us? What if I dream that you sent us away into the dark and we get hurt… would you wake us up from a dream like that?

[bellamuertes]

THE CRAIN SIBLINGS + STAGES OF GRIEF

[nessa007]

HillHouseWeek ♔ Day 3

↳ Fave Dynamic: Luke and Nell Crain

“I was born 90 seconds before Nell. And, uh, I’d use that to, you know, if we had a fight or, um, if I wanted something. I’d say I was the oldest so she had to do what I said. And she’d let me get away with it. I mean, even though she knew it was bullshit. The last time I saw her she, uh… she was driving me to rehab. She dropped me off and she looked at me and she said, you go in there and you bring my brother back. Bring my brother back. I was born 90 seconds before Nell but she was always my big sister.”

[sacreddear]

the haunting of hill house | book quote starters feel free to change pronouns as preferred. warnings for mentions death.

am i walking toward something i should be running away from?

fear is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. we yield to it or we fight it, but we cannot meet it halfway.

no one would ever find me there.

all i could think of when i got a look at the place from the outside was what fun it would be to stand out there and watch it burn down.

i have told lies and made a fool of myself.

why do people want to talk to each other? i mean, what are the things people always want to find out about other people?

don’t let me know too surely what he thinks of me. 

people are always so anxious to get things out into the open where they can put a name to them, even a meaningless name, so long as it has something of a scientific ring.

if any of you has trouble sleeping, i will read aloud to you.

i clear breakfast at ten o'clock. i set on lunch at one. dinner i set on at six. it’s ten o'clock.

how do you gentlemen like living in a haunted house?

it gives me an excuse to have a drink in the middle of the night.

nothing upsets me more than being hungry; i snarl and snap and burst into tears.

i am a kind of stray cat, aren’t i?

i do not understand words and will not accept them in trade for my feelings.

i think we are only afraid of ourselves.

she loves beautiful things and i would go with her to find them.

we could go anywhere we pleased, to the edge of the world if we liked, and come back when we wanted to.

i never expected to find you all so nervous.

no one can catch me now; they don’t even know which way i’m going.

it is really unbelievably difficult to get accurate information about a haunted house.

it’s quite a hazard, quite a hazard indeed, people knocking you down.

losing my temper will not help.

i wonder how long she is going to stay?

and how long will you be able to stay?

all i want is to be cherished, and here i am talking gibberish with a selfish man.

first she stole her sister’s lover, and then she tried to steal her sister’s dishes.

i swear i saw bats in the woodwork.

people like answering questions about themselves, what an odd pleasure it is.

people have to live and die somewhere, after all.

what will you give me to remember you by?

you are not going to catch me so cheaply.

i have a suitcase full of mystery stories.

[covntseven]

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[nessa007]

Nell warning Luke

[covntseven]

      @ladybent    asked    :    “ it’s okay , i’m here . i’ll always be here . ”

      AH    –    THE    SWEET    RUSH    OF    MELTED    TOXICITY    CLAWING    THROUGH    EACH    VEIN    ;    it feels like heaven    ,    like nothing could go wrong if he’s like this    ;    stuck on a couch    ,    nearly choking on his own breath.    it’s nice    –   to feel numb.    to feel like nothing could possibly hurt you    ,    fear melting away & leaving a broken man.    perhaps he’s been wishing for this    –    to overdose on the poison that he’s been pushing into his own body.    he has no one to blame but himself.    if he’s asleep    ,    he’ll never be scared again.

      her voice    :    it breaks through the silence    ,    like an angel pulling him from the light.    lips part to speak    ,    yet nothing slips out.    even his own spit feels dry.    fingers reach out to her    –    attempting & failing to intertwine with hers.    grin lifting to chapped lips.

      ❛    nellie.    ❜    it’s just above a whisper    ,    content that she’s there.    ❛    i missed you    ,    nell    .    .    .    how’d you know where i was    ?    ❜

[covntseven]

      @meternal    asked    :    “ our version of living feels more like death. ” from hugh

      TRUTH    HIDDEN    BEHIND    A    VEIL    OF    LIES    ;    a weight pulling down on his shoulders heavier than any drug could suck him down.    death is simple.    it’s preferred to the agony of living    ,    especially when your other half is missing    ,    gone forever.    he’d be lying if he didn’t admit to himself that he’s thought about it before    .    .    .    joining her in the afterlife.    it’d be so easy    –    a needle in the arm with a little too much heroin.    the thought pulls a shiver down his spine.

      no    –    he needs to live    ,    right    ?    nails scrape against his skin    ,    itching at the imaginary poke in his arm.    he’s done.    he’s quit.    but he wants to relapse so bad.    jacket is rearranged on his shoulders    ,    covering his arms.    the reminder is only making things worse.

      ❛    how did you even live without her    ?    ❜    the query surprises him    ,    not sure why he’s even speaking.    perhaps it’s the awkward silence that tugged it out of him    ;    perhaps it’s a genuine answer he’s looking for    :    how does he live without nell    ?    ❛    you ever    –    you ever feel like    –    like she’s still there    ,    like you can feel the cold    ?    ❜

[sinfultragedy]

It has to be seven. That keeps you safe.

[covntseven]

meternal / dad.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.   @covntseven·

you know what it is.  olivia says in his ear. her voice ever following his movements , guiding his decisions , especially with the kids. hugh still felt that they parented together , he held daily conversations with the woman that died in that house , asked her for help when it came to the kids. she always seemed to know better than he did.

hugh sees the signs of his son’s usage again , and try as he might to stop it , it never seemed to make any difference. he’s at a loss for what to do , again. feels himself observing the dark paths his children ran down , without any power to stop them. the interventions never worked and rehab felt like money down the drain. but still he wanted the best for luke. wanted him to succeed , be healthy.

go easy on him.  olivia’s voice reminds him.

❛   you  know  ━   ❜   he begins quietly , unsure of how to approach the subject , ❛   if you ever need someone to talk to… i mean , i know we haven’t been on very good terms these last few years.  but i’m still your father.   ❜  hugh’s hand settles on his son’s shoulder , attempting some semblance of comfort.  another thing he hadn’t done well in the last few years.

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      POISON    LITTERS    VEINS    ;    SWEET    ,    SWEET    RELEASE.    calloused fingers subconsciously wander to the darkening bruise    ,    a failed attempt to hide the crime away from his father.    grip tightens as words pierce his eardrums    ;    a useless plea for the youngest member of the family to talk    –    take back what he’s done.    it’s a waste of time.    how can he stop when it makes him feel so    –    good    ,    so numb to the fear & pain he’s struggled through.

      shoulder shifts away from the man’s touch    ;    it’s instinctual    ,    something he wishes he didn’t feel.    hand quickly draws up    ,    rubbing at his features    ;    eyes close in an attempt to focus on their conversation.    he wants to be present for his father    –    even with their deteriorating relationship.    does he even have a relationship with any of his family now    ?    now that he’s fucked them over multiple times    ,    stolen & tricked them    ?

      hand drops away from his face    ,    dark hues landing upon the man.    dilated pupils can barely stare at him before they’re dropping to the ground.    he can’t look him in the eyes.    ❛    there’s nothing to talk about    ,    dad.    ❜    words feel like venom    ,    dripping with each syllable.    a sniff    ,    lip twitching slightly.

      ❛    you    –    uh    –    can i crash here a few days    ?    ❜

[covntseven]

      ok i'm terrible at being "exclusive" so i might have doubles of muses. i'mma make a list sometime this week. for now catch me hiding in my drafts & hit the heart for me to come visit you & plot !