LIKE A HOUSE ON FIRE

eunice eom / twenty / lionhearted

[cummingcourtesy]

I want to explore old abandoned homes with creaky floors and broken windows with you.

[fuckingsellout-deactivated20170]

u all gonna die

[creunxce]

[ SMS ✉ ➝ eunbun ] ya'll better meet me and keep me entertained [ SMS ✉ ➝ eunbun ] i dont wanna die of boredom

( ✉ ➝ alecnator ) hmmmmmm we’ll think about it( ✉ ➝ alecnator ) where are u going for break???( ✉ ➝ alecnator ) staying?

[creunxce]

[ SMS ✉ ➝ eunbun ] should I be worried? [ SMS ✉ ➝ eunbun ] r u going or staying?

( ✉ ➝ alecnator ) you’re never worried( ✉ ➝ alecnator ) im going!!!( ✉ ➝ alecnator ) im going w rowan

[creunxce]

[ SMS ✉ ➝ eunbun ] what are you doing over break?

( ✉ ➝ alecnator ) divorcing a man( ✉ ➝ alecnator ) maybe first degree murder( ✉ ➝ alecnator ) y?

[creunxce]

crelliott:

[ imessage :: eom taeri ] [ imessage :: eom taeri ] [ imessage :: eom taeri ] i’m not me if i’m not with you [ imessage :: eom taeri ] you know that, right

( ✉ ➝ put the phone down )  ( ✉ ➝ put the phone down ) that doesn’t change anything ( ✉ ➝ put the phone down ) it doesn’t change *us* or *you and her* ( ✉ ➝ put the phone down )  ( ✉ ➝ put the phone down ) you asked me before ( ✉ ➝ put the phone down ) you and i?  ( ✉ ➝ put the phone down ) we have no future

[creunxce]

@crelliott:

[ imessage :: eom taeri ] and what do you want me to do? [ imessage :: eom taeri ] save you? [ imessage :: eom taeri ] just say the word, eunice, and you know i’d come running [ imessage :: eom taeri ] give me one good reason why we shouldn’t be together [ imessage :: eom taeri ] just one [ imessage :: eom taeri ] because if you’re not over me [ imessage :: eom taeri ] and if i’m— [ imessage :: eom taeri ] [ imessage :: eom taeri ] why did we break up

( ✉ ➝ put the phone down )  ( ✉ ➝ put the phone down ) i dont need saving ( ✉ ➝ put the phone down ) i dont need to be saved from the decision *i* made ( ✉ ➝ put the phone down ) we dont *belong* together ( ✉ ➝ put the phone down ) you dont see the kind of shit we put each other through? the kind of person i am when im with you?? ( ✉ ➝ put the phone down ) none of that is ok ( ✉ ➝ put the phone down ) its ugly and i hate it ( ✉ ➝ put the phone down ) i fucking hate what being in love with you does to me

[crxyong]

sheep

[creunxce]

crxyong:

( ’ there’s an instant sigh the second yong takes a few steps closer to see who the student actually is ) you’ve got to be kidding me ( ’ he mumbles under his breathe. there’s a frown forming his once expressionless face ) i’m about to apparate you back to home ( ’ he comments, crossing his arms ) go on, tell me more reasons you think i’ll believe before I send you back to detention tomorrow morning

will you? really? because i’d love to be home. where i can work and you know, do something productive instead of just rotting here. ( * her words are pointed, tinged with annoyance as her arms cross over chest, mirroring his actions unconsciously. his words bring a scoff to her lips, glancing to the side before turning back to him once more, expression slightly pouted. ) look, i’m going to get cabin fever in there— ( * eunice gestures with a jerk of her head to the portrait of the fat lady behind them. ) and by then it won’t be the werewolf we’re on watch for—it’ll be me—shoving that kid’s eyeball collection down his skinny little throat! ( * tiny little foot stomp )

[crxyong]

sheep

OPEN starter

( ’ night patrols are horrible, especially when he sees a student in front of, what yong guesses, is the entrance to a house common room. given the recent event, almost every house has changed their password– the student might have not been informed. this shouldn’t really be a big deal for yong, but there he is ) oy– kid, you got locked out? or are you looking for trouble?

[creunxce]

( * it’s expected for her to get restless. eunice seldom stayed in one place for too long. especially over the weekends (at least, not since she could apparate). and the announcement of the lockdown? when she is supposed to be covering nights at leaky? well, it doesn’t really settle with her too well. ) no. ( * her face twitches with the sound of his voice, pivoting on her heel to face him, lips curving slightly. perhaps playing up the charm on the off chance he’d send her off. ) i’m on a self put time-out, see? it’s either this or—well, you don’t want to hear about otherwise. 

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

But at least I’ve reached it. I have reached the aching point and I must now pick myself up. In all truth: I am the aching point.

Anne Sexton, from a letter to Anne Clarke wrtitten c. March 1963  (via lucymauds)

[its-jace]

vanilla&cherries

@creunxce​

he was just walking next to eunice, because somehow they were walking the same way for a while now, maybe it was because lessons had ended and they were both heading back to the dorms, and it was almost impossible to not realize what she smelled like. he’s smelled that before, the flowery scent in high quantities would probably be enough to make him dizzy.

“are you wearing that stupid gucci bloom perfume?“ ashley asked, almost looking with disgust at eunice. “you can do better than that.“ he said, focusing back on the corridor ahead of him before speaking again “i know you’re dreamy and all that visually, but get something… something sharper, something with an edge or a twist to it, that would represent your personality better.“

it wasn’t that he knew eunice all that well, but he knew enough about her through people, that the floral bouquet was a bit too sweet. she had an edge to her personality, she had a beauty that had an edge, the flower smell was nice, but ashley didn’t think it suit her, in any way.

[creunxce]

                                                                     ☾

      on most days, she would call herself pleasant. eunice seldom started fights (if one would excuse the handful of times injustice is like a loud blaring alarm she could not ignore), but rather jumps at the chance of one too easily. especially if it’s with a slytherin.

      is she unfair in her judgment of the castle’s snakes? honestly, she doesn’t care.

      not when they’ve given her more than enough reason to be testy.

      the wayward comment is exactly that. although eunice did not cease in her stroll down the corridor, her nostrils flare almost angrily at the presence of the slytherin. one that she had not anticipate given her interest in her dada notes (which only further annoyed her—the fact that she was snuck up on). 

     “i don’t wear perfume.” her nose crinkles. oh, she knows exactly what he’s talking about, however, since the very day she has found her roommate doing their load of laundry with whatever new world vegan flower scented detergent she’s invested in for the month. goddamn tracy. (not that she owed him an explanation, anyway.)

      nevertheless, the gryffindor disregards the rest of his statements. thinly veiled compliments or whatever it was he thought to be spitting out to ease her ears and ego isn’t of interest to her. eunice had always been made of tougher things to please. 

      but, she knows him. given their positions on the quidditch field, it doesn’t take but a second to connect his face to a name. and then an incident. 

     “didn’t that bludger hit you full on in the face or something?” eunice glances at him out of the corner of her eye, lips twitching slightly. “maybe you should spend more time practicing on the field than walking around sniffing girls so it won’t happen next time.”

      a glimmer of amusement tints her tone. nearing teasing.

     “see, i actually want it to be challenging next time we play slytherin.” 

[creunxce]

crxyong replied to your post: "Out of all the people who switched bodies, you're...

There’s a laugh. “One in a million people i’d correct” he answers. “Though I’d be in first place”

her nose crinkles, displeasure coloring her features while she looks the other over, sucking in her lip between rows of teeth. “well, i know that ego...” eunice rolls her eyes. honestly, not much can surprise her beyond the fact that she has hufflepuff dong hanging between her (well, not really hers anymore) legs. “how does it feel to be in young again?”

[creunxce]

twin skeletons

                                                                to stay tender,                                                                 the weight of your life cannot lean on your bones.                                                                                       @cecilcr —

                                                                     ☾

     truth: gryffindor girls are made of things used to bring down empires. gryffindor girls and their fire. their wit. their courage. gryffindor girls and their recklessness. their disregard. their intimidation. 

     gryffindor girls and the pride they wear plated against the soft of their breast. meaning armor. meaning always ready to run into battle. meaning guarded. meaning eating their own tender in the face of confrontation.

     truth: eunice eom, of all girls, is meant to watch the world burn. say, not equipped for war. say, skilled in the act of tearing down herself and those around her. say, a complete and utter hot mess. 

      it is shaming that she is. that she stands, girl broken, hiding behind the shell of what she never was but imagined to be. 

      see, it isn’t love that breaks her. maybe the lack thereof. maybe the years of ire. maybe it is the dark that she cannot pinpoint. or maybe she is not broken at all. merely fractured. merely tender, like a bruise. yes. yes, that sounds more appropriate.

      nevertheless, it doesn’t stop the raging inferno of a girl from picking out her ‘victim’. to curl lithe fingers around a pale wrist and tug him away from the crowd. the grin on her lips borderline charming. “hey, wink boy.” a laugh. “are you busy? i mean...” her eyes flicker over to group of nosy hufflepuffs, lips twitching with how quickly they try to play nonchalance.

     “you can go gallivanting with your mates any other day right?”

               truth: gryffindor girls, rather eunice eom, never takes no for an answer.

[creunxce]

"Out of all the people who switched bodies, you're the one I recognize the most" he says, maybe a little too sentimental. "Guess it's your distinct bad attitude"

“shut—” her eyes narrow, staring down at the girl in question. she knows of her. in the most displeasurable way possible. in matters she’d rather not speak of now—not when her body, well, isn’t her own. still, eunice musters a squint, nose crinkling. “okay, i give. you gotta give me a better hint than that. you’re like, what? one in twenty people that thinks i have a bad attitude?”

[creunxce]

crxliam:

Liam was stunned. The boy -now girl- held his breath, his eyes staring at the other in horror. The boy tried his best to munch on his lower lip to try fighting back the tears that still tried to roll down his face. “O-ok…” The voice cracked, too scared, too horrified. “I—I—”

it wasn’t even funny. honestly. she is going to kill whoever did this twice over. if they’re already dead raise them from it just to do it all over again. “shut—” her grip tightens on his face, nostrils flaring as she inhales deep, leading the both of them into a secluded enough area. “do not waste my time. do not make that face with my face.” she shakes him, aggression growing with the amount of embarrassment that surfaces with looking at herself cry. “calm down, okay?” it sounds more as if she was trying convince herself.

[creunxce]

crxliam:

The other’s action surprised him. First, because it was himself in front of him doing this, and second because they were being very harsh right now when they could just sit down with a cake and talk about it. “I—I’m sorry!” And almost as immediately as the words escaped his lips, he started crying. 

she is stunned. gobsmacked. mouth slack as she stares at him—her, the very splitting image of the face she’s known since birth—familiar almond eyes welling up with tears. “NO—” she is near shouting, voice deepened by a couple of octaves as she steps forward, pulling the smaller frame toward his chest. “if you fucking break out into tears with my face in these halls i will BURN hufflepuff to the ground.” she snarls, stepping backward with the hufflepuff(?) in tow.

[creunxce]

crxliam:

“This is so scary, what’s going on? Why are you me? Who are you? Who am I? I’m scared of myself… ”

     visibly, she twitches, a rare sort of agitation crossing soft features. “do NOT—” a hand (far bigger than she’s used to having) shoots out, covering the entirety of the other’s face. “do not make that face with MY face—” she’s going to throttle herself sooner or later.

[creunxce]

                                                                                                                           what the fuck