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@daisyslain
i’m moving maggie back to my multi! this isn’t for lack of muse; i’m still very excited for everything i have going here, i just don’t have enough activity happening on this account to justify keeping her blog right now. i plan to continue all my threads over there, just please try to tag my multi in the post if you reply!!
you can find me at @rogueries / @venomclaws / @goodtruly.
i’m moving maggie back to my multi! this isn’t for lack of muse; i’m still very excited for everything i have going here, i just don’t have enough activity happening on this account to justify keeping her blog right now. i plan to continue all my threads over there, just please try to tag my multi in the post if you reply!!
you can find me at @rogueries / @venomclaws / @goodtruly.
* THEY GROWL AND SHOW THEIR TEETH, TWO WOLVES INSIDE OF ME.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ BOTH OF THEM HUNGRY, BOTH OF THEM TRYING TO EAT. THEY GROWL AND SHOW THEIR TEETH, AT WAR INSIDE OF ME. ONLY ONE CAN LIVE, ONLY ONE CAN BREATHE.
╱ CANON MULTIMUSE. WRITTEN BY CJ. PREV. BRUTAELY.
i’m moving maggie back to my multi! this isn’t for lack of muse; i’m still very excited for everything i have going here, i just don’t have enough activity happening on this account to justify keeping her blog right now. i plan to continue all my threads over there, just please try to tag my multi in the post if you reply!!
you can find me at @rogueries / @venomclaws / @goodtruly.
that girl isn’t fire, or steel, or ice; she is the warmth of morning rays, the softness of freshly-spun silk, and the slow ebb of gentle rainfall. her edges aren’t jagged and sharp like yours, but smooth and rounded; a stone unmarred by the cruelties of a world that would fashion it into a weapon, into a monster. (into you.) she is no warrior, but something far more rare. those beautiful eyes have seen the ugliest things within you, and she has never looked away. those delicate hands cradled your heart, never minding the threatening thorns it bore. she could have crushed it, could have broken it, could have held it hostage or torn it apart. instead, she brought it up to her lips and kissed, smiling with blood running down her chin:‘if you are made of thorns my dear, then i will be your flower petals—’
and together we shall become a rose | m.a.w (via dvoyd)
a few people have asked me in ref to my teen verse what name maggie goes by. in canon, maggie says that only her family and brandon knew her as daisy. she wasn’t called that name publicly, nor was it a name that was heard / seen by other people, so after the murders when people knew that brandon was obsessed with a girl named daisy, no one could connect it to maggie. the only people who could connect it to her were the ones who saw brandon’s ‘ obsessions ‘ : her friends, who died in the attack, and her family, who did everything they could to keep her real name from the public so she wasn’t tied to it at all. but her friends would only know that by paying attention, not by the name itself.
her parents gave her the nickname ‘ daisy ‘ because it is a common nickname for the name margaret ( specifically, marguerite, the french version of the name and the french name for oxeye daisy. ) her mother always told her she was as pretty and as delicate as a daisy, and it was the nickname they used most for her, especially when she was really young. maggie / mags came as she was growing up, while her parents continued to call her daisy in a home setting. because of the nickname, daisies were her favorite flower, and that would have been obvious to brandon, who she built a friendship with in her backyard / garden.
her parents stopped using the nickname after the murders. they knew it was too dangerous to say it at all now that it was tainted by this tragedy, and maggie had to be a different person than the girl who was labeled as a victim in that situation.
girl, with an accent of blood who speaks in foreign tongues whose vowels are the sound of metal clashing. warrior, with fire in her veins and armor beneath her skin who crushes the earth beneath her feet. immortal, hair streaked with daggers and iron filling her lungs each breath invitingly toxic. princess, with lips made of glass and a voice cut from steel features born from thunder and battle. heroine, a grin made for war and eyes flecked with ash striding, powerful, into the arms of death.
perhaps she will be the one you follow into battle || [t.r.] (via pynchs)
✿ ╱ SHEILA.
❛ oh , dead bodies aren’t too bad . ❜ she pauses , eyes widening at the realisation of her words slipping out and she’s quick to fall back , words spilling out fast . ❛ i mean —— well , on tv they don’t look too horrible . they don’t seem too bad it’s just . . . well they’re like you and me but . . . they’re dead . it’s like they’re asleep ! ❜ her lips curl , a wide grin plastering across her face as brows pull in together . she’s not too good at this —— especially with joel not by her side . she could so easily keep herself contained , think up on the spot and not look so suspicious . but her stomach is beginning to grumble , human organs already making her mouth water , and if she’s not careful —— who knows what she’ll do .
❛ i —— well , i’m just curious , is all . retail and morgues are two vastly different things . it’s always good to learn about other peoples occupations . ❜ she shrugs , hoping she’s coming off a little more cool , calm and collected now with her smooth way of words . ❛ do you ever do tours ? i mean , recently i’ve just become very fascinated . i’m beginning to wonder if i chose the right career choice after all . ❜ a laugh elicits from her lips . it’s not entirely true , she loves her job —— loves selling homes to others . but oh , the idea of seeing deceased bodies right now —— especially ones that may have just come in ( fresh . ) was so very pleasing to her .
brows furrow, a tilt of the head at her words. IT’S WHAT YOU THINK, yet something you avoid saying out loud because you know how incriminating it sounds. it’s your job, something you’ve worked most of your life towards, so you want to believe people understand it, but you understand when they don’t. hearing it from another is intriguing, but it doesn’t scare you, you’re only curious. ❝ on tv, it’s a lot less ---- real, ❞ you remind her. head tilts to the other side now, realizing how true her words are. ❝ you’re right. the only things that’s different, really, is a beating heart. ❞ that was the difference between you and all of your friends who died, at least physically. ❝ asleep, but not waking up anytime. i like to believe their souls don’t die with them, though ------ that they’re still with us somehow. ❞ at least that’s true for brandon, someone you’re sure is DEAD without any proof of it. you don’t want to believe he really died like that though, that he’s still here with you, helping you through all of this. you don’t get to talk about this a lot, so you want to go further, you want to believe there’s nothing suspicious about this, but you know there is. the smile she wears, the way she talks, it’s not something you can brush off so easily.
a nod, and you glance around you before eyes lead to her again. ❝ well, i certainly hope there are no dead bodies involved in your line of work, ❞ you note, a small smile resting on your lips though it still holds a nervousness, because you’re not entirely sure how to process all she’s saying. as she goes on, you wonder if it’s the truth ( you’re hoping so; it would be comforting to know someone else understands it this way. ) ❝ oh, no ----- no, we don’t do that here. out of respect to the bodies, the families . . . i can’t do that. ❞ not unless she’s a professional. ❝ people always say they’re ready to see dead bodies, up until the moment they’re faced with one. it’s a whole different feeling. ❞ something to process, something you can’t prepare for.
BLOG LIST.
MULTIMUSE / primary / @rogueries
TRACY / primary / @venomclaws
MASON / secondary / @goodtruly
MAGGIE / low activity / @daisyslain
She flinches when you touch her, It is a conditioned response From a life of battered nerves, And you can’t imagine how it is That she can still ask you To wrap your arms around her, When so many other arms Have been cages.
am kennedy, “Bars and Hollow Bones” (via siilentiary)
i wish season 5 jake p/eralta could protect brandon james
✿ ╱ STELLA.
she’s been over analysing , studying every single person she comes across . she likes to put it down to the career path she’s chosen , and the fact she’ll have to sit before others and determine whether or not they’re guilty . it comes naturally , watching others . taking note of the way they react or hold themselves . she’s been watching maggie closely , can see the way the young girls eyes light up upon talking about finding the right answers and not making assumptions —— which gathers stella’s attention , picks at her curiosity .
❛ it’s people like you , like me , that’ll make a difference —— make some change . we’re looking deeper than what’s laid out in front of us . most people play it off , go along with what’s easiest . there’s always so much more to the story , but people get lazy . ❜ shoulders shrug , eyes rolling . she’s a woman on a mission , head strong and a little fearless . she’ll put it down to her grief , to her mind getting lost in too many older men she tried to numb her pain with .
❛ you’re . . . used to seeing dead bodies ? ❜ a brow arches , head turning slowly to face the other . this gathers her attention , all jokes being shoved aside . it’s not a normal thing to be used to , especially with the age they’re both at . it has her brows pulling together ; furrowing . she’s curious , but concerned . ❛ how can you be used to seeing dead bodies ? that’s a little strange . ❜ she eases her words with an airy chuckle that’s faint and barely slips through her lips .
she knows people have their own assumptions to make about her. given what she’s studying, she would too had she been on the other side. the fact of it all was that this job is necessary, the TRUTH is necessary, and someone has to do it. for someone who grew up loving science and was hit with a tragedy that was never questioned, only closing the case once everyone decided it was over, she found it necessary she do this. after the massacre when she was sent away to have her baby, it was all she could think about: what can i do to stop this from happening again? she still holds some kind of optimism that if they would have really studied the bodies of her deceased friends, they might recognize that brandon wasn’t capable of that; they might have realized the culprit was an outside source.
there’s a sense of relief in her features as she speaks of her that way. and knowing that the other girl is the same comforts her, because it reminds her that there are still people out there who care about the truth and doing everything to get it, despite how difficult it may be. brandon was gone, but everyone could have tried harder ( they shouldn’t have shot him to begin with. how were they supposed to find any truth if he was DEAD? ) the people in her hometown relied on their own thoughts. they had declared brandon a monster without ever talking to him, so their conclusions made sense to them, but they didn’t make sense to people like maggie and the james family, who actually knew the boy personally. ❝ lazy, sure ------ but i think some people are just scared, too, ❞ she notes, her shoulders shrugging lightly. ❝ if they can say someone’s guilty for a crime, then the case is closed. then it’s over. then they can pretend there’s nothing to worry about anymore, like everyone’s safe, but ---- avoiding the problem isn’t going to do anything. because if the right person isn’t behind bars, then that person is still out there. people are still IN DANGER. ❞ she’s talking about her own situation, because she’s still so sure whoever did kill her friends is alive and getting away with it. she doesn’t want to take part in covering something like that up, even if it’s accidental ( she might be doing that now, but that’s the point ---- no one will listen to her. it never did her any good to try to fight it. she just has to work harder for the future. )
shoulders curl in as if trying to hide in a shell, head looking down again. ❝ sort of. that ---- that sounds bad, i know. but . . . ❞ she sighs, eyes finally looking up at her, and a part of her is frustrated. not with stella, but with her own situation. she can’t go into too much detail ( her parents aren’t here, but she can still feel them hanging on her every word, trying to make sure she doesn’t spill too much, even if it doesn’t seem to matter anymore whether or not the anderson family is dragged into it. everyone has called the case closed. ) ❝ ----- a lot of my friends died. well, all . . . actually. ❞ because that much is a known truth. she can talk about that. ❝ something happened at a school dance. it . . . it was a lot. it kind of made me want to do this, i guess. ❞
Did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul? She is wildfire. And she is coming to devour you whole.
Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)
✿ ╱ THEO.
at the end of the day, no, theo doesn’t care about kevin. their friendship is competitive, rooted in sour feelings that he can hide with smiles and playful banter. but especially now, he doesn’t truly like the other. with the attention kevin is receiving over being the sole survivor, theo is beginning to DESPISE him. through all of that, he began to realize there might be more to that night than meets the eye. maggie being back is the perfect way to explore that and gives him even more ammo against kevin. she responds to his question too quickly. he notes that with a raise of his brows. ❝ you needed to leave town to let it blow over? you couldn’t just lay low? ❞ the whole situation seems ODD. but he ensures that his words aren’t accusatory; it’s framed as FRIENDLY curiosity. a slow sigh leaves him and he nods his head, glancing down from her. ❝ makes sense. ❞ shoulders shrug and he forces the edges of his mouth to curve up into a grin. ❝ the rest of the town might not be that welcoming, but for what it’s worth —– i’m glad you came back. i’ve missed seeing you around. ❞ he’s missed having something CERTAIN to be able to use against kevin in so many ways. theo intends to pick that up where he left off. theo shakes his head at her and lets out a slow breath. ❝ i don’t think normalcy is going to happen around here anymore. everything feels… a little different. or maybe that’s just me, i don’t know. ❞ maybe it’s his DOUBT of what really happened the night of the murders. brows raise on his forehead, her comment intriguing him. ❝ well… we all have answers, don’t we? we know what happened that night. ❞ but something in his voice hints that he might be second guessing that. ( it’s faint; it’s barely noticeable, only able to be detected if she were LOOKING for it. ) shoulders shrug again and he shakes his head. ❝ i think so. we’re not talking as much right now. ❞ because kevin’s in the limelight. theo is preoccupied looking for ways to change that. he instantly perks up at her comment and he feels a rush of SATISFACTION wash through him. something is going on; he intends to find out what. ❝ oh? why wouldn’t he want to see you? ❞
lips part, eyes looking back up at him as she shrugs her shoulders. ❝ well, if it were up to me, i would have, ❞ she notes. and that was the truth. she’s not ashamed of having her name tied to brandon’s, but she knows where it could lead. she knows that it could taint her future. she knows that she would be dragged through the mud, despite her belief that brandon wasn’t actually the bad guy. and —— she knows that the truth she has, the ones hidden from everyone else, might come up too ( the fact that she saw brandon after the was shot, that she HELPED him. it could be dangerous for her. ) she’s only keeping this a secret because it’s what her parents have asked of her. she can’t cause any more trouble for her or her family; she has to be silent, even if she doesn’t want to be. ❝ my parents thought it was for the best. all my friends are dead, ❞ she reminds him, her voice quiet, eyes looking away. ❝ my mom, she was worried it would be hard for me - —- people asking me about all of them, wondering where i was if i wasn’t with them . . . ❞ her head shakes. ❝ sometimes i think it would have been easier to face all of that than to be isolated from it all. ❞ there’s a different. she was PREGNANT, with brandon james’s baby. that isolation was necessary in her parents’ eyes. ❝ —- except you. it’s nice to still have you, theo. you have no idea what that means to me. ❞ they had never been entirely CLOSE, but she has a feeling they might be now. she needs someone to lean on; he seems like the best option. a soft smile forms on her lips, his words making her feel warm and welcome, just as she needs. ❝ thanks, theo. i thought about you while i was away, ❞ she notes, eyes locking with his again. ❝ i’m really glad you weren’t there. i’m glad you weren’t . . a victim. ❞ words chosen carefully, not saying she’s glad BRANDON didn’t attack him because she doesn’t believe he attacked anyone. ❝ this town will never be the same. but it’s still home. i didn’t want to run away forever —— it didn’t feel right. ❞ because part of her wants to believe that brandon will return someday, and she has to be here for him ( she has to APOLOGIZE for accidentally setting him up. she has to show him that she doesn’t believe he’s a monster. ) her brows furrow at his words, wanting so badly to scream and say NO, but she knows she can’t. still, she entertains the thought. ❝ i guess —— no, we don’t. only one person lived that. only one person really knows what happened. kevin, ❞ she notes. she wasn’t there, she can’t say for certain what happened. all she can do is speculate, but it’s different than everyone else’s conclusions that have been made. lips part again, a small sigh falling from her lips before shaking her head. ❝ well —— you know what happened between us. you know where we were before all of that . . . ❞ kevin had cheated on her. maggie broke up with him. things went south quickly. theo knew that, at least, but he doesn’t know that maggie found comfort in someone else afterwards. he doesn’t know that she had been with brandon, unless it was something kevin told him. it makes her curious, head tilting to the side. ❝ —— did kevin ever say anything about me? about . . what happened when we broke up? ❞ she asks. ❝ i don’t think any of that should matter now. we have bigger things to worry about that our break up. but —— i don’t know. i think he still resents me, even if . . . even if he’s the one who cheated on me. ❞ but she slept with the guy who had allegedly tried to murder kevin. and that’s where she’s sure he won’t ever be able to look at her the same.
