[noonecallsusanymore]

there was little that could have saved her life or altered her ultimate decision, at the very end. perhaps she'd been doomed since blood and cheese: since she was forced to select the son who was meant to die. helaena had been not only a queen, but the queen. the queen of an entire country, though she desired much else, as she'd told her mother. she craved a simple life, and that was one that was denied to her. she understood her brother-husband's grief, as he'd lost their child, too. however, there was blood on aegon's hands which he could not hope to comprehend either. it was late at night when helaena took her stroll, her bare heels hitting the cracks in the sidewalk as the coldness of the night infilitrated her bones. she was a beautiful young woman, with violet eyes and hair as silver as could be, pooling down her back. when she encountered the other person, a crooked smile took to her features. "good morning, sir," she greeted, ever pleasant, especially considering her background. "it has caught me unawares that many others enjoy such settings for strolls." that provided her with some type of solace.

@dontdreamitsovcr

[dontdreamitsovcr]

sleep wasn't a friend. he wasn't sure it had ever been a friend, not with how his mind worked. however, after the loss of his family ; sleep was rare for him. sure, he'd get the odd few hours here and there. normally stretched out across his boss' couch but he knew how to function with it and often did. company wasn't what he expected at this hour but it wasn't completely unwanted either. something he was only finding out as the young woman approached. "good... well, i guess it is morning. isn't it?" his smile lit up easily which made it difficult to see the grief underneath it. unable to help himself, letting his eyes take in any important details he thought would be important about her. there was an innocence about her that was almost breathtaking for him. he saw a lot of ugly in his line work, and of course, some good but this was something else entirely. "please call me patrick, i'm patrick jane." holding out a hand to her. "and you are?" being polite because he had been given no reason not to be. "oh yeah, couldn't sleep so..." here he was. @noonecallsusanymore

[noonecallsusanymore]

helaena often contemplated what had become of her mother. she wondered if her mother ever would have found it within her heart to forgive her for taking her own life. in the end, helaena could no longer tolerate the heartbreak. not to mention, her more immediate family members seemed less likely to find success, great or otherwise. she no longer wanted to be another's captive. she found even some limited solace regarding the idea that she could be reunited with the son whom she had sacrificed, even if she had no decision of true agency as it was. her sweet little jaehaerys had been so young, and so undeserving of the end that he met. she could not save him, for if she did not choose one son to die, then all of her little ones would perish. "excuse me? my good person?" helaena called out without much warning. her long strands of silver hair pooled down her back as she gestured towards the brush in her hand. "would you mind brushing the ends of my waves?" helaena inquired. "... i used to have handmaidens for the task, but i am fresh out of those in this city," helaena revealed, her lips curling into a wide smile.

@dontdreamitsovcr

[dontdreamitsovcr]

"why yes?" turning on his heel, knowing it was better to act intrigued. "good person? whatever made you think i was good?" still his grin remained, confident and bright as he watched her with shiny eyes. not much could be considered new to him, it's what came with being as... well, he didn't like the word old but for someone that had been around for as long as he had. new didn't particularly happen often. however, it took one glance at her to know that although she might be new either --she might be a rare find and rare? rare was not boring. god, please no more boring or dullness. as tempted as lucifer was to tell her to brush her own bloody hair. what did he look like? a servant? he chuckled, extending his hand to take the brush. "of course." maybe he was interested in seeing where this would lead. "question isn't whether i'll do this for you. it's what you'll do for me if i do?" @noonecallsusanymore

[hollowprompts]

` * 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 (+ 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦) 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦.

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 -

01. avoids eye contact or looking at the floor. 02. wringing hands together in silence. 03. fidgeting with the hem of their shirt, unable to stay still. 04. looking at receiver in long silence before looking away. 05. silently leaves a folded note on the table in front of the other. 06. touches the others arm but pulls back out of guilt.

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 -

01. slams fist onto a table without saying a word. 02. exhaling sharply through their nose and clenching their jaw. 03. throws an object across the room. 04. crossing their arms tightly, digging fingers into their own skin. 05. pacing the room with heavy steps. 06. glares at the other with a clenched fist.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 -

01. gently pushing stray hair behind the others ear. 02. resting their forehead against the others. 03. cups the others face with both hands. 04. pressing a kiss to the others forehead in silence. 05. lingering touches against the others face. 06. wraps their arms around the other from behind and rests their head on the others shoulder.

𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -

01. wiping their eyes before someone can notice. 02. pressing their face into a pillow to muffle sobs. 03. pulls the other into a desperate hug and wont let go. 04. silently reaching for the others hand, needing comfort. 05. walks into the room with red-rimmed eyes and no words.

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -

01. spins the other around without warning in a hug. 02. links arms with the other and tugs them along happily. 03. provides the other with a handmade gift. 04. tackles the other in a sudden and joyful hug. 05. kisses the others cheek unexpectedly and grins.

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 -

01. backing away slowly and looking for exits. 02. hiding behind the other and peeking around. 03. flinches at sudden movement from the other. 04. presses their back against the wall with eyes darting around the room. 05. jumps at a noise and instinctively grabs the others hand.

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

01. tucks a blanket gently around the other person's shoulders. 02. applies a bandage with slow and deliberate care. 03. brings them food and water and watches to ensure they eat. 04. runs fingers through their hair in efforts to soothe. 05. rubs soothing circles on the others back while they cry. 06. stays silently by the others side in support without saying a word.

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

01. raises a hand but hesitates. 02. grips the others arm a bit too tightly. 03. pushes the other away with more force than necessary. 04. turns their back on the other to begin walking away without a word. 05. rips a shared photo in half without a word. 06. steps in closely with cold and narrowed eyes.

[dontdreamitsovcr]

@noonecallsusanymore

[leneemusing]

for muses that are getting to know each other

❝ what's your favorite color and why? ❞

❝ can i come with you? ❞

❝ you have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before? ❞

❝ how do you take your coffee? ❞

❝ sorry, what was your name again? ❞

❝ it just occurred to me i never asked you what your last name is. ❞

❝ actually we've met before. ❞

❝ i've heard a few things about you. ❞

❝ care to join me? ❞

❝ i'm not really sure why i trust you. ❞

❝ i don't usually talk this much, it just feels easy to say stuff when you're listening. ❞

❝ i know we don't know each other that well but if you wanna talk about it... ❞

❝ could you help me with something? ❞

❝ do you like it here? ❞

❝ are you new around here? ❞

❝ you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. ❞

❝ i don't mean to be too forward, you just seem like you could use a friend right now. ❞

❝ you can come with me. i mean if you don't have anyone waiting for you. ❞

❝ we're friends now. you can ask me for help. ❞

❝ do you like this music? i can change it. ❞

❝ what are your favorite snacks? ❞

❝ really? i wouldn't have guessed that about you. ❞

❝ do you mind if i ask about it? ❞

ACTIONS:

VISIT: for sender to go to receiver's home for the first time

VISITED: for receiver to go to sender's home for the first time

CRYING: for sender to see receiver cry for the first time

CRIED: for receiver to see sender cry for the first time

BEGIN: sender and receiver are on their first date together

TRIP: our muses go on a group trip but end up stuck together, away from the rest of their friends.

SITUATION: our muses are acquainted because one of them is their friend's roommate. muse a shows up when their friend isn't there and ends up hanging out with muse b one on one.

GO: our muses go to a zoo or theme park together and get lost.

INVITE: sender cooks for receiver for the first time

INVITED: receiver cooks for sender for the first time

TOGETHER: our muses spend the night for the first time

TRY: our muses hooked up and are hanging out the next day

COMFORT: sender is going through a break up and receiver offers to cheer them up

COMFORTED: receiver is going through a break up and sender offers to cheer them up

OFFER: sender gives receiver a ride to the airport/picks them up

OFERED: receiver gives sender a ride to the airport/picks them up

AID: sender helps receiver redecorate

AIDING: receiver helps sender redecorate

[dontdreamitsovcr]

@noonecallsusanymore

[noonecallsusanymore]

rhaenys could feel the pull of her smile coming, and it came naturally. this new world was more modern, more confusing, but also less dangerous. and the silver-haired woman had to admit that she was thriving without the pressures of her previous world. she'd always been strong, much like her sister. however, rhaenys was far more playful and approachable than visenya, who always wore her armor and never the gowns crafted for her. rhaenys preferred both: to be commanding and to be compassionate were lovely ways of being. rhaenys had a pep in her step and a wide smile when she knocked on the door of one of her companions. her grin grew ever more when the door opened. "well, well, well! don't you look lovely today?" rhaenys chirped, stepping inside once she was invited. "today is a temperate day, is it not? i was thinking about bringing out meraxes, but... perhaps today is just a day when i am on my feet!" rhaenys could not help herself but to be coy and cute.

@dontdreamitsovcr

[dontdreamitsovcr]

"oh, uh..." glancing over his shoulder, fully expecting there to be someone else she was directing those words out. him? looking lovely? his life had been an absolute shit show for -- a long time now. trapped in that town? if he even attempted to share what his life was before he had suspicious ended up here? out of the town? people would call him crazy and lock him up. boyd wasn't sure he'd particularly blame them either. "me? that's... nice of you  but you don't have to do that." lie? that's what he was going to assume that she was doing, yes. boyd hadn't expected to connect to anyone here, half of him believed this was inside his head. that he was going to wake up back in that town and maybe that wouldn't be the worst thing. he had people relying on him back there, his son being one of them. what were they going to think if they just found out he was gone? would they think he abandoned them? his hands dug deeper into his pockets, hiding the shake there. "oh yeah, the dragon." he nodded. "you know you and meraxes are uh, welcome here any time? not sure how they'd fit but think the back yard is big enough?" attempting a kind smile, regardless of how he was feeling. @noonecallsusanymore

[noonecallsusanymore]

dale horvath had always functioned as a primary moral compass. he tried to lead people not out of reverence to him, but out of commitment to the goodness of the group. shane walsh had always been a threat, and dale had been one of the first people to call him out. you should have killed him, a voice in his head sometimes insisted, but doing so would have gone against his code completely. dale had grown to care for andrea and amy. those girls felt like daughters to him. however, he missed his wife desperately. his sweet erma who did not deserve to die in the way that she did: claimed by cancer at the start of the end of the world. then, she was gone, and there was nothing that dale could do except resort to anger. "did i ever tell you about my wife?" dale said, his light eyes sparkling as he regarded someone who had become a good friend. a dear one, even, if that was possible. "... erma was her name. she was... amazing. i could tell you about her, if you are interested."

@dontdreamitsovcr

[dontdreamitsovcr]

"you didn't but that doesn't stop me knowing about her. well, how much you loved her. how you miss her --" that much he could deduce. honestly, patrick knew exactly how that felt. he missed his own wife and daughter in the same way, not that he spoke about it often. he let the pain sit in the top of his throat, swallowing it down when it reared it's ugly face... like it always did. dale was a friend. well, yes, he supposed he had those. not that he always showed it in the most typical ways. reading body language, expressions ; it wasn't something he could just switch off but he tried to be... somewhat respectful with people he cared about. "erma," he smiled slightly. "beautiful name for a beautiful woman, i'm sure?" of course, he'd let dale talk about his wife. especially if it meant he didn't have to offer any information about his own wife in return. "yes, please do." he nodded. @noonecallsusanymore

[noonecallsusanymore]

rhaenys targaryen's death had served as an example to the ruling targaryens: dragon-riders were not immune to death, nor were their great-winged beasts. rhaenys supposed that if there was an upside, at least she had gone down on meraxes' back. as someone who was adventurous and marched to the beat of her own drummer, it made sense that rhaenys would have a death that was... dramatic. her death was a win for the dornish, a fact which she lamented. however, she was in a new world and she could start anew. she knew little besides being aegon's wife, accompanied by her sister visenya. "the ocean is roaring on this day!" rhaenys observed, her bare toes wiggling into the sand as she wandered about and interacted with those whom she wished to. "where are you from? your aura is something infectious!" she could tell that right away as she made her observation during this lovely timeline.

@dontdreamitsovcr

[dontdreamitsovcr]

"... it is." he smiled, making the expression looked incredibly easy. patrick jane was a consultant for the CBI, he helped them close the majority of cases in his own unique and unconventional style. after losing his wife and young daughter at the hands of a serial killer that he and the CBI were yet to catch. well, he didn't like to admit it but if he wasn't working then... what else was there for him to do? twirling the wedding band around on his finger as he stared out into the ocean, his suit jacket off and in a very laid back manner now found itself swung over his one shoulder. tilting his head, focusing more on her now than the view in front of him. "california," simple answer but it had been a simple question. "something tells me, you're not as close to home?" jane could read people... kind of read minds, not in the voodoo, witchy, pyscic nonsense but he could read people well enough to be able to solve cases. he could do a neat party trick too. "my aura?" smiling brighter now. "what does my aura say about me? i'll tell you what yours says about you." @noonecallsusanymore

[homewrcckers]

“ROBERT. HELLO. No, you’re obviously not intruding. Although, I THINK I MAY BE A LITTLE TOO UNDERDRESSED?” She was currently in jeans and an oversized t-shirt and really, EMILY did not know why she had said something like that and how she had said it WITHOUT embarrassing herself COMPLETELY. Right? YES. But that was true, in a way. SHE HAD BEEN GRADING PAPERS when he had come in. “You didn’t have to. IT’S WHAT FRIENDS DO FOR ONE ANOTHER, but.. thank you, either way,” She gestured. “And thanks for that. I was grading papers and just ran out of mine. Would you like to come in?”

/ @dontdreamitsovcr

[dontdreamitsovcr]

“emily. hello.” he cleared his throat, offering her a small smile. “underdressed? no. you look... wonderful. i apologise it’s me that’s overdressed. i came from a business meeting.” loosening his tie and pulling it over his head, placing it in his suit jacket pocket. “is that any better?” attempting to tease, feeling a slight flush to his cheeks. why couldn’t he have explained and just left it at that? feeling silly but not moving regardless of that. a suit was definitely a tool he used to hide behind. it was easy to act like the robert winchester when he was wearing one. he could hide that his private world was shattered beyond repair. “i did… have to.” because he did. “I would like that. you could have taken the wine and left me at the door." he smiled, stepping inside. @dancingthroughlcfe

[fatherfigcres]

“yeah. he didn’t count for his daughter coming in here and offering me a joint. fucking smoked the whole thing to bits. made me see colours. and.. you, i guess. wait.. you’re not really here, are you? ‘course not. guess that would be more than i deserve, just to have this entire thing be over for good." andy knew that the concept of him smoking something like that was fucking foreign and would maybe continue to be, but.. he was slurring big time, and it slowed, especially with the way that he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. a big fucking hard time and right now, he didn't know what he was doing. was he supposed to be afraid of her? maybe. did he also want her close? maybe. but he'd never admit that again. "you mean, whatever your lovers told me? think they made the fuckin' message pretty damn clear, nina." he just snorted. "and yet, you lie. with every teeth in your mouth, you lie. i know. i know you set the whole thing. millie? enzo? brock? it couldn't seem more like you if you tried. just fucking end it. end it or get the fuck out. it's what you've always been good at, really. leaving or killing me."

@dontdreamitsovcr

[dontdreamitsovcr]

"... his daughter? she was in here with you?" nina wasn't sure how she felt about that but figured that probably wasn't supposed to be allowed. right now, the less people that knew about this... the better. also, he was doing drugs now? "you -- andrew winchester actually smoked a joint that you accepted from a random kid?" uh, yeah she had to come back to that. "no, i'm here. i'm really here. i'm sorry it took me so long... we all thought you were dead." did she sound hollow at that? probably. this experience had been more emotional draining and exhausting than being married to him in that vicious cycle ever had. that was saying something. now that he'd mentioned the joint... it was like she could smell it. "not my lovers." no. not even her people anymore. right? how was she supposed to believe that evelyn didn't have them? that they weren't with her now? "and you're defaulting back to what you've become good at. doubting me, blaming me for every fucking thing that goes wrong. i didn't leave. god, i went back to the house and i waited for you like i said. you didn't come back and i knew something was wrong but do you think they were really going to tell me anything? this. wasn't. me." not feeling very brave but moving a step forward so she could place a hand on the side of the bed he was led on. "they fucked me too. your mother basically got everything... she got cece and all i could do was stand there and watch. they wouldn't even let my hold her at your funeral. i haven't seen her. we... need you, andrew. i accepted that. the hotel? was real. everything that has happened since? it's shit. it's all shit." @gcrlinthebcbble

[fatherfigcres]

he should have never fucking smoked any of it. seriously, it was like he kept on messing up, no matter how much he tried and.. at this point, the only thing that he could admit was that he wanted to fucking scream. honest to god, he truly, truly did. it made it so the meds that he had taken, the ones that were supposed to put him to sleep, were not even working, because why would he be granted that kind of mercy? clearly, not. he blinked, and out of a sudden.. oh. of fucking course. he had dreamed of what'd happen when he saw her again a thousand times. how he'd yell. how he'd make her pay. now that he was fucking stoned? all he did was laugh. "come to finish me off, sweetheart? fucking fantastic. c'mon, come closer. it isn't that hard. all you gotta do is take a pillow, press it against my face and.. voila. your sole purpose in life is fulfilled." was he slurring? yes.

@dontdreamitsovcr

[dontdreamitsovcr]

nina had pulled her chair quietly closer to the side of his bed. trusting edgar when he said that andrew would be out of it. that this was the best course of action for right now. she could still be there for him, he just wouldn’t know it. yet. hearing his laugh she froze, instantly leaning backwards into her chair away from him. not in fear of what she would do to him but what he could do to her. he was stronger, maybe even in this poor condition and she didn’t want that pillow being used against her. “andy? babe… edgar said you’d be sleeping. i—“ and he sounded out of it. maybe whatever edgar had dosed him with hadn’t had time to take affect yet. “im here… FOR you. not for that. you have to know i had nothing to do with any of this? I don’t know what they said to you but I know it was something. it’s lies, whatever they told you?” they meaning the people who had hurt him. not wanting to think about who that had been. “it was a lie. all of it. they wanted to fuck with you in every possible way.” right? “god! fuck! there was nothing i could do. im… im so sorry.” was it obvious she wanted to reach out for him? yes but she was terrified to. she was sorry for things he didn’t even know about yet. @gcrlinthebcbble

[fatherfigcres]

"oh, it is. we make sure that all of our customers are well taken care of. trust me." at least, in here, this was her little side business away from everything. it wasn't tainted, like everything else had become, after all that had happened. no, this was just hers and there wasn't about to let anyone else get anywhere near it. of course not. right? "because we, rich folks, don't like to get our hands dirty? it is mostly true, but.. i like to step away from that every now and then. cooking's always been a passion, so.. here i am." she had no illusion. she knew she wasn't free, not technically, but.. now and then? it was nice to pretend, in a way. “that’s kind of you,” it was. “i suppose the most complicated thing is when people are technically alive but have died to us, isn’t it?” like titus.

@dontdreamitsovcr

[dontdreamitsovcr]

"good, then i ask. do you rent out booths? i'd like to come to an arrangement." if it was something they offered. he wanted a place he could come that was separate from his apartment. a place he could focus and an office? it reminded him of... things. no, this would do perfectly. "we rich folks don't usually like to be seen getting our hands dirty." hobbies? passions? outside of business? they needed to remain... secret. hidden. he was pleased for her that she could show hers like this. "well, you are setting a fine example for the rest of us." she was. "of course." he was sorry. loss wasn't easy. "it sounds like you have something you'd like to share? you can, if you like?" it didn't mean he could do the same. his current situation was... delicate. @gcrlinthebcbble

[fatherfigcres]

"i know. and i'm very much not the him. i'm edgar. the edgar evernever. hm." this was beyond awkward and he was absolutely going to raid his daughter's joint collection after this, to smoke one, because.. well, get him the fuck out of this situation? honestly. the fuck? it was awkward, because he'd not take a thing back, because it had gotten him his children and yet.. well, maybe he would have given a heads up to this poor bastard. right? he looked the other up and down, because.. hey, yes, he was far much older than he was. "uh... maybe you should run it by my secretary first? she'll pass along the proposal." because.. hm. no. "look. you don't like me. i don't like you. that's it. we.. hm.." @dontdreamitsovcr

[dontdreamitsovcr]

"no. you're a criminal, and a cheat. i was attempting to be civil." when robert wanted something, when he needed to make it happen ; he never walked into a meeting empty handed. no, he knew what he could, and he came with receipts. receipts he had with him right now. right now, he knew he needed to swallow his personal feelings in this, and handle it like a business transaction. it's what he was doing. "i know you didn't attempt to further insult me by redirecting me to your secretary? i'm here to talk to you. if you don't have time? that's your call." but he wanted to believe the other would make time and if he didn't? well, robert truly didn't believe he was the one who was going to regret that decision. if he did? so what? evelyn had taken his son from him, the information he had now? they didn't know who they were dealing with. robert didn't even know. "this conversation would be more suitable for your office." @gcrlinthebcbble

[fatherfigcres]

“i don’t know. myself? to prove to my sister that i don’t need her?” shrugging. yes, the fact that grace had abandoned her was always going to be a heavy thing to have to handle, in many different ways. it was, it still was and was always going to be and god, even after everything that the two of them had been through, she still felt that way. well. only a little bit, really. “you know what, man, i have no idea. after fighting a cult devoted to satan? one would think you have done pretty much everything that there is to be done, but.. hey.” nodding. “great. so.. now that we’re here, wanna do something after this?” @dontdreamitsovcr

[dontdreamitsovcr]

"good answer. i know what its like to want to stick it your family. i had a brother --" all he did was shake his head. what a disappointment he had been? that he had always been. the favorite? the good one? and for what? all it had gotten him was a few bullets to the chest that kieran had put there himself. "woah, what? how long were you going to keep the fact you're a badass to yourself?" interesting. that really was interesting. "yeah. no point calling it quits now, huh? may as well make a full night of it." @gcrlinthebcbble

[fatherfigcres]

"why? are you? and wouldn't you like to know?" wendy commented, glancing towards him with an eyebrow raised. was she a known murderer? well, she had only killed one person in her life and he had deserved it by boring her to death and therefore? as she saw it, she was not one. she was, however, someone that did whatever was necessary. that was much better, wasn't it? she happened to actually think so. "stick around and maybe i'll show you just why i was the only choice in here?" she didn't doubt that in the slightest. everyone else? they were fucking idiots and always had been. "outside? away from prying eyes? alright, i'll bite." nodding. "lead the way, stranger." @dontdreamitsovcr

[dontdreamitsovcr]

"would it bother you if i was?" his dark eyes now focused on her, trying to get a read of how she'd react. it was difficult to read him, to tell whether he was screwing around or not. he'd play it either way -- it depended on her. not that he'd outright confess because he wasn't that stupid but... the fact that she hadn't answered the question herself? well, that was intriguing. "yeah? and if you're all talk?" she wasn't or he didn't want to believe she was. finally someone that could hold his attention for longer than five minutes? yeah, he was all over it. obviously. "i'm not here to make you feel safe." he figured she had a lot of the same boring, predictable little people around her doing that for her already. boring. taking the fresh drinks in his hands, he nodded. heading out, holding the door open for her with his foot. sure he might have issues but he could still be... a gentleman when required. @gcrlinthebcbble

[fatherfigcres]

“says the pot to the kettle. who’s the biggest liar here, sweetheart? really? if this was a competition? i’m pretty sure you’d win.” making a face. yes, she hated his guts and always had and that was the case. no, it wasn’t ever going to change and why, one could ask? because whenever he looked in her direction, she saw jake. she saw the fact jake was gone and that this one was still here, taking up time and space that he shouldn’t even be allowed to have after everything. right? yes. “can’t ever say the same thing about you. and it’s miss maddox to you. only friends and family call me by my first name. it’s a privilege.” tossing her hair over her shoulder, because.. what else was he expecting? absolutely fucking not happening, no. “oh, honey. she is over you. has been for years. found someone way better. and you think she’d ever want anything to do with you after what you did? case in point, you made her watch will die. that is fucked up.” will belmont was no saint but jesus. no one deserved to go like that. it still gave her the creeps. “you… died? oh?” she started laughing. just like that. “thank fuck. justice was made after all.” it was. “and you know what? it’s good you know. because i won’t hesitate to rip your eyes out if you even try to get near me again. go it?”

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[dontdreamitsovcr]

eh, this wasn't going to be easy. there was a part of him that was enjoying the fact that she was being overly difficult. where was the fun if she just rolled over and believed every word? there was something in him that wondered if she was even worth the effort but -- when emma eventually showed her face? and he'd turned one of her little besties against her? yeah, it would be worth it to see that look on her face... before he killed her, obviously. "it wasn't all a lie and what i did lie about? it wasn't for the reasons you all think." his voice quieter. "miss maddox?" he smirked. "fine, i'll call you whatever you want." because what difference did it make to him? oh, he had definitely made emma watch will die but seriously? guy was useless and he really had seen it as doing emma a favor that day. he still did. not that he could just say that, even if he wanted to. "i'm flattered you think i'm capable of everything your precious emma accused me of. 'cause she, her little sidekick or you have never been wrong? we all were." yes, he'd admitted things to emma but he'd remained silent all through the court hearings. he hadn't confessed to shit. partly because he hadn't wanted to give them the satisfaction but now? he hoped it would work in his favor. eventually. "you didn't hear about that?" eh, seriously? "... yeah, i died. the police being as useless as they always have been let the real maniac kill me. someone, the person we should all be worried about by the way -- found a way into my cell. they were wearing the mask. look, i know how it sounds alright? but that person, they made me say a lot of things to emma... to audrey that i didn't mean that night. that weren't true. i had to." well, a lie and not a lie. he'd said things... he'd done things that maybe he wouldn't have bothered to do IF that person hadn't reached out to him. @gcrlinthebcbble

[fatherfigcres]

“well, there isn’t a lot of information about you out there. just rumours. a rumour mill.” and charlie, being charlie, tended to obsess over things like that and not even want to let anything to change. right? but emma.. emma had been the biggest disappointment of his life and he had never been able to recover from that. not in the slightest. had they made up on the end? he didn’t remember, because the wedding had been his last memory. maybe even before that? he had no idea. “if it’s art related, i could. i was.. want to be again.. the director of a museum.” and it had been one of his favourite things to do, yes. “we did. and before the wedding, we did this stupid thing with our friends, where we each said the worst thing we’ve ever done and..” he shivered. “yeah. hopefully.” @dontdreamitsovcr

[dontdreamitsovcr]

"not everyone deserves to know everything. what did you want to know?" and she would be very careful with how she worded her answer but he made a good point. they'd gotten him in through the front door, it wasn't like they wanted him to just leave. was that even really an option? hm. "i was thinking more my own personal tour guide?" she teased. "we have an arts and crafts project here... mainly for the younger kids but i'm sure they could use the help? can put in a word if you want? it's not a museum but its something?" hey, it was actually cool that he knew what he wanted to do and what he wanted to do wasn't the same generic bullshit they often heard. "yikes, it was really that bad?" glancing across at him. "well, i selfishly hope you have. been a while since i've had someone to stay up like this with." @gcrlinthebcbble

[fatherfigcres]

"no. we haven't. i also have never treated a guy that had nearly every bone in his legs broken. poor dude will never run a marathon again. and besides.. he asked to be as down as possible. think he's afraid of the outside world. and after all that, could you blame him?" because he couldn't. of course not. if something like that had happened to him, he'd want to be hidden away from the world as well, especially when there was that little messed up element of fucking betrayal. right? yes. "he's not moping. he's resting. it's different. his body needs time to heal, you know?" turning to her immediately. edgar was rarely serious, so the fact that he was? yes, that could say a lot. "don't say that out loud. okay, sweetheart? he doesn't know. doesn't have to. nothing good would come out of it," at least, not right now. "we just have to be patient and let him heal. okay?" @dontdreamitsovcr

[dontdreamitsovcr]

"can i help? it's a lot to be taking care of on your own." asking genuinely. no, she was far away from being anything like a qualified doctor but... she'd picked up a couple of things along the way and she liked to think she was a quick learner. plus, she could improvise on the spot. who did she get that from? that was obvious. "... nope." no one could blame him for that. "but marathon runner? guy looks more like a 'work out at his home private gym' type." she teased. "i mean from what i've heard." of course, OF COURSE, she had taken a peek at the guy before now but she hadn't spoken to him. like her father said ; he was out of it a lot. plus, was it wrong to be curious? there wasn't much she wasn't curious about. "moping, but if you say so." she did smile slightly at that. it wasn't hard to tell that he was being serious about this, and, deep down she was delighted he had chosen to trust her with any of this at all. it meant she wasn't going to screw it up. "yeah, sorry. okay. i won't say a word to him or to anyone." she was being as serious as he was. "patient? not sure i know how do that, you'll have to blame my dad. he never taught me." she was joking, wanting to usher the conversation away from her slight mistake as she flashed him a smile. "chips or pizza?" @gcrlinthebcbble