ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ˡᵒᵛᵉˡʸ ʷᶤᵈᵒʷ !

𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝙳𝙴𝙴𝙿 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚈.

[brookedaviz]

I am very slow to warm. I’ve always been sort of a loner. I didn’t play team sports. I am better one-on-one than in big groups.

[egansecho-blog]

----------     CONSULTING DETECTIVE.

@egansecho.     sc.

cue the dramatics  ,      a hand reaches to pluck the hat from ebony locks       and toss it to the couch.     once ruffled ,      sherlock holmes looks just like himself    :    inconvenienced and determined.         ❛     yes ,     yes.       everybody loves the bloody hat       ———     ridiculous thing.     please focus ,     my time is very precious.       go over again how your husband was killed.     ❜

she’d not expected such shock    ,     what it felt like to be knocked off her sign post    ------    what careful balance she’d struck with her grief somewhere between this life and the next.      any warning of the detective’s brash nature falls away    ,     inadequate.     ❝    I was told softness wasn’t a virtue of yours.      ❞

❝     the police say it was my brother     ,      logan.       his wife  left him      ,      they say he went on some sort of jealous rampage      -----------      aidan     ,    my husband     ,      he was in the kitchen.      my niece was in the bath upstairs.      ❞

[shirleymag]

We eat the year away. We eat the spring and the summer and the fall. We wait for something to grow and then we eat it.

Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle (via shirleymag)

[egansecho-blog]

---------      APATHETIC.

❝     MULTITASKING .    ❞   he speaks through apathy ,  a cold and callous approach to conversation .   empirical state of mind constantly working in place of standard thought giving the initial impression of insensitivity .   there is a pause between words ,  a mental note breathed through a heavy sigh .   ❝     most say that they can ,  yet people who claim tend to only be able to remember the details of one of the tasks that they attempt .    ❞ 

↻  STARTER  (  ♥  )  CALL   /    @egansecho·

surprised to find herself curious     ,      one brow arches in search of some warm flicker  :     any empathy etched into pale skin     --------     she finds none      ,      or at least no obvious display.      what had she been getting at ?     as usual memory betrays her     ,      and she must move on.        ❝      and your multi-taking     ,      it earns you praise ?         --------------         I admit it’s never been my strong suit.       my mind wanders off on me.      ❞ 

[egansecho-blog]

ooc.      give this a like if we’re mutuals and you’d like a lyric starter!    in the mood for some dialogue     /    short stuff.     will be done as I rewatch the office for the 100th time because jim is my soulmate.

[egansecho-blog]

❝    I wish I could say what      I’m feeling     ------------     I’m scared to let these    words    out.     ❞

———–   a lyric starter for  @enduedgenius !                          WE WON’T     ———–      jaymes young ft. phoebe ryan

[perditioner]

lbr nothing beats “platonically sharing a bed until i wake up and you’re curled round me and my nose is buried in your hair so i’ll pretend to stay asleep to keep this for a little while longer” plots

[yocalio]

[egansecho-blog]

❝     oh     I don’t know     what       you’ve done to       your face.     ❞

———–   a lyric starter for  @coyotetrapped !                           LOS ANGELES , BE KIND     ———–      owl john

[egansecho-blog]

❝     we pretend that we just don’t care       -----------------------     but we care.     ❞

———–   a lyric starter for  @wclfgng​ !                            SOBER     -----------       lorde

[egansecho-blog]

ooc.      give this a like if we’re mutuals and you’d like a lyric starter!    in the mood for some dialogue     /    short stuff.     will be done as I rewatch the office for the 100th time because jim is my soulmate.

[egansecho-blog]

-------------    THOUGHTFUL COMPANION.

HE  REMAINS  SILENT,  gaze  falling  upon  the  other  as  she  speaks.      he  gets  the  feeling  she  isn’t  looking  for  a  real  answer  from  him.      &  he  knows  he  can’t  give  it  even  if  she  did.      still,  his  initial  thought  is  of  max.      the  youngest  lightwood  only  a  mere  child  when  taken  by  war.      it’s  the  only  death  alec’s  ever  truly  been  affected  by.  continuing  to  haunt  him  even  now.      for  the  loss  of  his  innocent  baby  brother  remains  an  open  wound,      a  massive  hole  that  time  has  not  yet  mended,      if  it  ever  will.  

&  he  can’t  recall  the  number  of  times  he’s  thought  of  what  happens  after  death.  what  may  have  happened  to  max  after  he  was  killed,      or  if  he’s  at  peace  wherever  he  may  be.   ❛   i  don’t  know.   ❜   he  begins,  shifting  in  place.      for  he  doesn’t  know      (   DOES  ANYONE  BUT  THE  DEAD  ?  )      &  it’s  a  difficult  subject.  not  even  one  of  the  children  of  raziel,      the  nephilim,      could  answer  such  a  question.

❛   but  it  is  nice  to  think  the  ones  we  love  go  to  a  better  place.   ❜

loss stitches itself into their wounds     ,      exposed unspoken in conversation     ,       and settles under the skin    ---------    as patient as winter.      she shifts to watch his expression       ,       checking for ghosts that might match hers     ,      but can’t quite catch them.        the way his voice dips     ,      he must have lost someone too.     she cannot bring herself to ask      ,     though the question hangs from her lips on a fish hook rusted and red.     

❝     I have been to so many funerals lately      -----------      I’ve stopped being able to cry.     ❞     she lies    ,     or she does in part   :      what tears have fallen as of late come only in the brutal kiss of midnight       ,       away from the clear cut order of a burial       ,      one after another.     what good is burying what has died if you must put yourself in the dirt with it    ?        heaven knows a part of her remains with her husband     ,     no matter how much time passes.       ❝     I’m sorry      ,      I get so dramatic when the sun is out.      ❞

[harvalle-deactivated20201124]

WOULD YOU TURN ON ME                  OR EXTEND A HAND ?

ind. original character                                 ind. jo harvelle written by august                                           written by paige

[egansecho-blog]

PEACH PITS LAY ROTTEN       at the table ,     placed with care with the porcelain ,      her lover’s finest china.      how sweet his expression ,        setting the table for dinner ,      while upstairs the sweet laughter of a niece rings heaven’s bells.       but rotten is rage bent in a beak and held under the tongue like a dead tooth.      ——-      how could they have known what darkness she held within herself ,     when even she was unaware ?

independent original character.     scripted by august.

[egansecho-blog]

“I don’t want my pain erased. As wretched as it is, I need my pain. It makes me who I am.“

❝     I wish I could be like that.    ❞          dust may settle when water is still       ,       and still her mind has been for so long in the dark.     underneath may be the memory       ,      her own wretched pain      ,       and with sudden awakening reflection turns into a mirror.    there !      though the water’s grasp    ,     dear aidan’s contorted fear     ,       the warmth of him spilt     ,       the helpless screech of a bathtub opening its jaws.          she shudders      ,     twitches      ,      as if the memory resurfaces with physical toll          - ------------         this could be her resurgence if only she could carry the weight.      when it passes     ------        it always passes       -------      she searches for it in the negative space.         

❝     I think my pain has been stolen from me.     ❞

————-      once upon a time.   //   accepting !

[egansecho-blog]

--------------    GIFT BRINGER.

❝    i  picked  these  !  they’re  for  you.    ❞

❝    oh bless you     ,        they’re lovely.       I can’t remember the last time somebody got me flowers.      ❞      far into the recesses of her mind       ,     the ache remains of bloomed anemone flowers       ,      as white and wide as stars        ,       sat on the dinner table.       in search of a vase she brushes the moths of memory away    ,     unable to peer into the night without feeling the night’s eyes peering back.      ❝     please sit.     ❞

[behindfairytales]

Rooney Mara in UNA (2017) as Una Spencer