a flower on fire

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The Honest Pitch for SweetDream

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*aggressively doesn’t know*

carolinequeen:

↳Modern Bonnie and Clyde

“My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.” (x)

#;mirror #; brother #boreii #face;brother

——Possibly at the point, Skylar lost it. These were the visions he didn’t care to see ever again so this day was practically taking a leisure walk through hell. He saw Jim- his dad with the two when they were younger. Skylar actually had a tinge of happiness touching his rosy cheeks. In the photos he didn’t look so tired, so unforgivably murderous. It was back when he actually loved his mom and dad.

But the ones gray scale decorated image of him and his sister yanked at his heart. The feeling of confusing and possibly sadness tugged at his heart until it was only thread. “My God,” he somewhat backed away, covering his face. All that was heard from his was light sobs. “H o w—??”

Seeing her brother like this, the flower took a deep breath in, her smile fading. "Skylar.." she murmured. pushing her hair behind her ear. The girl got up off the bed and quickly hugged him as tight as she could. "Please don't be sad-- I'm here, I'm okay.. I'm not alive, no, and I'm still trying to figure out how that is, but I'm here.. And I love you." Her voice was quiet, calm, but tears stung her eyes. "I've missed you lots. I'm numb.. I'm cold. I'm dead. I'm burnt. But, you're here now, so I'm better. Don't be sad."

——As for Skylar, his face was flat as he was dragged by a rather cold hand. Was she not kididing about “coming back from the dead”? Skylar almost groggily followed her up the stairs, his shoes making a low clanking sounds as he tried catching up with her. This girl’s very hyper and ecstatic attitude was hauntingly similar to Lavender’s. Yet, he still refused to believe it all. “Pictures. You said you had pictures.”

"Oh, right! Got some of mom, some of you! You were so much.. tinier." She drug her brother into her room, flipping on the light and plopping on her bed to slide back and dig through her bed side table.

Pulling out the old polaroids, she laughed a little. "I love looking at these. They're a bit brown from the smoke and the flames, but they're in pretty good shape," she explained. The bubbly dead girl spread them across her lilac bedspread, pointing to a lanky young boy in one in particular. "This one's my favorite. Look-- that's you, and there's me," she said, sliding her finger to a tiny blonde girl beside him.

——At first, Skylar decided to be hard and suggest that he wasn’t going anywhere with her, but her continued efforts to tell him that she was his sister was almost too convincing. “You’re lucky because I usually ditch if I’m given that offer,” his eyes were still cold, more than it was outside. Skylar set the basket down, not bothering to buy anything. “And I swear to God if you pull any fucking shit, you bet your lucky stars you’ll regret it.”

The flower smiled up at him, nodding. "No, no, you won't regret it! Unless you didn't wanna see me, of course," she said. Lavender grabbed a hold of her brother's hand, leaving her sleeves up as she pranced to the winding iron stairs and through the dingy hallway that was at the top of them. She opened the door to the tiny apartment in which she resided, which she never locked. Being dead, she didn't see a need to worry about things like robbers and murderers. The girl cut on the light, and it flickered a bit before staying on. Still having a tight grip on her brother's hand, she pointed to different parts of the musty home. "There's the room I paint in, there's my bedroom, there's the kitchen, and that's the bathroom. And this is the living room. What do you wanna see first? I've got loads of paintings!"

She was obviously ecstatic about having her older brother in her home, and wasn't even embarrassed about how run down it was.

notponderism

url graphics: natdormer (x)

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——It couldn’t be. Every inch of Skylar’s gut in his stomach did a somersault and bounced up into his throat. He’s finally lost it hasn’t he? Either his own insanity got to him or he overindulged himself with too much Vitamin C. The elated physique his carried only a couple seconds ago and dropped. Skylar could feel his face turning pale, with his palms growing clammy and cold as well. “You must be insane. Lavender is dead. She died when I was six in a house fire. Whatever you think this is, is definitely a sick fucking joke.”

"I know it sounds crazy, but, I am Lavender. I..." Can she tell him she's dead? That her heart no longer beats and her pale skin is ice cold? "I came back to life, you could say." You could say that. She did, in a way. The girl hates lying, but raising her eyes to meet his, she knows this is her brother, and she's been dying to see him since the day she officially kicked the can. She rolled up the sleeves of her army jacket, showing him the burnt flesh underneath. She tried to hide it as much as she could, but in the summer it got tough. She sort of wished it wasn't as cold as her skin outside, because she wouldn't have had to make such a big deal out of showing the burns. "I can take you upstairs, where I live. I've got old pictures that survived the fire.. and paintings. I um, I paint my feelings."

—-The sudden disturbance to his usual candy searching threw him off. His countenance showed no sleep and somewhat famine since studying for long can drain your energy. With heavy bags carrying his eyes over to the other blonde, Skylar’s eyebrows only furled. He looked somewhat elated. For a random person to know his name notified his inner conscious that something was wrong or that he took the wrong step. “You’ll have to tell me how you know my fucking name before I make your death look like a bloody accident.”

#boreii #v; main #; brother #me too!!!!!

With just the thought of a death threat lingering in his mouth, the girl has to fight the urge to smile. Smiling might only further upset this guy who she thinks she knows; knows she knows. How does she know him, though? "I um.. Please don't threaten me. Not with that." Her crystal orbs travel to the floor, and she sort of shakes her head when she manages to build her courage back up again. "I think you're my older brother, sir." Her voice cracks at the thought, memories flooding back into her dead. "Skylar Everett.. You gotta be him. My last name is Everett, too. I'm Lavender, Sky. 'Member me?" With the new idea of his last name in her mind, her suspicion is proven true.

lucreziaborgia

Natalie Dormer arrives at VH1 and signs for fans on 3/25/13.

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"I know I’m not a conventional beauty. You can read a lot of painful things on the Internet, which criticise you aesthetically - but as far as I’m concerned, that’s not what an actress is."

boreii

People watching wasn't new for the flower. She was dead, so watching the living had become a habit. Sometimes she got a few stares, but it didn't matter to her. She lived in the city, far from the old burning home that had killed her, in a little apartment above an old drug store. Lavender had been staring at the guy for who knows how long. She couldn't shake the feeling that she knew him somehow. The girl wasn't fond of her memories, so she usually avoided them unless they were happy. The girl glided across the candy aisle and stopped close behind him, bubbling up the courage to speak. With a somewhat quiet voice, she tapped on the blonde boy's shoulder and said,"Excuse me... does your name happen to be Skylar? You just.. look like somebody I know. Er-- used to know?"

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