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👄 + hailey @ cosmo

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 , 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐢𝐫 . wave of chills washing over tall figure , fingers curling around another & lips parting to form nothing but everlasting silence . you can’t speak , thought sadly to himself with expecting eyes resting upon him ; awaiting a verdict he was not prepared to give . you need to talk , but you can never find the right words . what a shame it is to feel so low , the world spinning just a little too fast for meek grip to keep holding on . BROKEN NECK & SPINELESS BACK . whatever reason it was that made her wonder whether you like her or not , don’t take it for granted . and he doesn’t , clearing his throat awkwardly & scratching his jaw whilst gaze falls to the ground .

❝ you’re nice . i’m not just saying that & it’s not like … like i i’m trying to half-arse this answer . but you’re genuinely nice , one of the nicest people i’ve met . plus , you’re never losing your patience with me or pluto ———– that alone makes you an amazing person . you’re funny too , and interesting . a little weird maybe , but not as weird as me . ❞ he grins at the statement , cautiously blinking up behind lashes to catch a glimpse of hailey’s own expression . it feels right to say these things , not hiding in the dark about HOW OR WHAT he might think & feel . ❝ i guess i like you ! ❞

#zosiaswritings #soft feel city bitch .#┆ * ﹗ ❪ remember me for who i am . ❫ › cosmo.◞

“ i’m so happy! “ arden @ declan post-wedding....

𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 , warmer to the touch of jubilantly spoken syllables & happiness coated demeanour in the illuminating afternoon sun , declan would throw up . arden’s enthusiasm is bearable , barely , but bearable . BE HAPPY FOR YOUR FRIENDS ! he tries his best to do as the voice tells him , banishing awful sentiments into the depths of a dark sea that has established itself as his mind . now’s really not about you , but oh , what terribly selfish creatures humans are ; begging for attention & love & pity .

❝ i’d imagine you are ———– such an occassion should only allow happiness . ❞ thick glasses pushed back into place , a smile tugging corners of rose lips upwards . genuine , no room to pretend . with a swift gesture he mentions towards their surroundings . ❝ does that mean you’ll come here less ? i’d miss having your clueless self around . but i supposed i can’t stop you from enjoying the married life , rather than staring at donatello . ❞

#diiagnose #emet tw #just to make sure #he's happy for arden !#he's just not . happy .#┆ * ﹗ ❪ that little death inside my sides . ❫ › declan.◞

‘ scientists believe that the first human being who will live 150 years has already been born. i believe i am that human being. ’ nathaniel @ declan,, idk what's wrong with him

FEATURES REMAIN UNFAZED . stranger things have come over nathaniel’s lips before and although this isn’t your usual type of strange , declan can merely turn his head to look at him in curiosity . those thoughts come and go however they please , he has noticed soon enough , but they never fail to be of interesting nature . ❝ that seems like a SCARY thing to me . ❞ quietly mused , lips pursed as the idea starts to blossom within his head not exactly something he enjoys . the morbid aspect of life a far more likely stream of consciousness for him , though it may seem surprising . declan can’t possibly imagine to live for such a long time ; sometimes the next month appears impossible enough . ❝ it would be quite lonely, sad even . you see all those you love go , and all that remains is a horde of people , media oriented selfish people , thirsting to get a hold of you for the first place in line of a big story . i’m assuming scientists as well … poking and prodding to find an answer , a way to make it THE NEW NORMAL for everyone until you finally go yourself . ❞ an absentminded wave before his head goes to rest on his hand . so much for a non-upsetting and casual conversation in the university cafeteria .

#zosiaswritings #declan hunny why is this something u do #┆ * ﹗ ❪ that little death inside my sides . ❫ › declan.◞

“ what did you just send me? “ nathaniel @ devon .. i can literally see him getting the notification all 'devon sent you a picture' and he just immediately calls him to ask that because this boy has no faith in devon

A LONG, DRAMATIC SIGH . the disappointment is tangible in the air , resignation present within every breath that is inhaled and exhaled . nathaniel is suspicious ; of course he is . never would he trust devon to do anything but horrible , embarrassing or annoying things . he is a hopeless case in the eyes of the ever well-mannered and serious psychology student . a menace, if you will . truthfully , it hurts . the lack of faith , the distrust , the hostility . another sigh comes past his lips , impossible to overhear . ❝ nathaniel . nathan . nate . nat-nat . ❞ he knows it’s NEL , knows it’s the only nickname declan ever calls him he simply chooses not to acknowledge it . ❝ where on earth is your trust in me , buddy ? i thought we had a connection . there was … a spark between the two of us . i could feel it ! apparently that was only me , though . what a shame . it’s not one of my nudes , you know , don’t worry . could you imagine if i did that ? declan would rip my head off and toss it into the thames . i would have to be delirious to try and cross him like this . ❞ heartfelt laughter echoes , then he hangs up . good luck finding out what the picture is , nathaniel .

#zosiaswritings #┆ * ﹗ ❪ could have been but never will be. ❫ › devon.◞

❛ ♛ ⊰ inuresoul.

book is the word that ALERTS him he’s being spoken too but the tone is what surprises him. he seems almost frantic — except that’s not quite the right word. he lifts his gaze, his brows, and then the book in mention just to clarify. ❝ this one ? ❞ gansey asks despite knowing full well that he doesn’t NEED to. there is no one else seated here much less with a book after all. his eyes drop the collection of short stories, a reminiscent hum in his throat. he can’t recall exactly where he got it.

❝ i think it was a gift actually. ❞ that it — now he remembers rhea setting it down on his desk a few years ago, her expression a silent i thought you’d like this.

the weight pressing down on her chest isn’t lifted by these words. the book was a gift, but he hasn’t said if he liked it. she was still a kid when she wrote them; nothing too deep and philosophical, just the strongest and most exhausting THOUGHTS packed into a few short stories to help her cope with the omnipresent fear back then. surprisingly enough, she actually won a youth prize for one of the stories.

❝ oh. o-oh, ❞ she stammers helplessly, messing with her frizzy fringe while the other hand clings desperately to the strap of her old leather bag. a blush then covers her cheeks, glowing embarrassment. ❝ is it good ? ❞

#inuresoul #— ❛ ✦ ⊰ interaction: evermore.

❛ ♛ ⊰ ledepareilles.

shoulders slump as if feeling a sense of relief at his first set of words, because that’s how a normal person would react (she presumes, at any rate); however internally her cogs are now turning and twisting in suspicion. the sudden change in attitude seems odd, not forced but definitely not genuine. the second his hand makes contact with her back she stiffens. truthfully this is because she has a pretty good idea he’s aware of her little heist and where his tacky ass wallet is stashed, but she plays it off with a shrugging him away and an uncomfortable expression directed at him before mumbling: ‘ look, i get you’re probs a chill guy an’ i made ya’ mad, but could’ja like…. not do tha’ we ain’t bezzies or any’fing ya’know ? ’ she runs a hand through her hair and crinkles her nose at the way the warmth of the nearing cafe feels on her grossly soaked clothes.

wait… ooh. that’s just the ticket ! get him to sit down or wait in line whilst she goes to the ladies to clean herself up ! this was a lot of trouble just for some spare cash but by now she was in far too deep. she sniffs, as if contemplating how to approach talking to a guy she’d just ruined the morning of. ‘ i mean… tha’s proper sweet of ya’ mate. people aren’t really like tha’ ‘round here, ‘s refershin’. an’ look, ‘m… i really am sorry for it all… uh, name’s dorothy, by the way ! an’ i mean – oh, gross this shirt is jus’ gettin’ worse now, d’ya mind me poppin’ ta’ the ladies quickly ? ’

❝ oh, it’s lovely to meet you, dorothy. i’m OLIVER, let me take you instead. ❞ he’s already done with this kid’s bullshit. not caring about her protest, tom keeps his hand on her back as he pushes her rather ungently into the café, though it looks nothing but nice to anyone on the outside. once inside, overplayed pop music and loudly held conversations surrounding them, he leans in a little. ❝ i want my wallet back. ❞ the friendliness is no longer lacing his voice, and got replaced by hiss instead as the words drop like venom from his lips. ( the hand still resting dangerously on her back. ) ❝ it can go two ways. one: you give me back my wallet and we both go our seperate ways or two: you don’t give me back the wallet and i’ll let everyone here know that you ROBBED me. it’ll take the police less than five minutes to get here. ❞ he may or may not know this from experience, but... that’s not the point. the point is, she has his wallet and he wants it back. now.

#lederpareilles #— ❛ ✦ ⊰ interaction: tom.

❛ ♛ ⊰ givenabsolution.

@eigengrav

she had PROMISED him this would happen eventually, and since she decided to stay in london, it felt like the perfect time. there were a few things she had to get done first — take care of her flat, make sure that the fair was all right with this decision and find back into her daily routine in london. » do you still want me to do that tarot reading for you ? « there’s a glint of uncertainty in her eyes, not sure if hayden even remembers their conversation — if he doesn’t, she’ll feel pretty dumb, to be honest.

he remembers talking to her about a potential tarot reading at least he remembers AFTER she mentions it. the expression on his face speaks for itself; he didn’t really think about it a lot in the past few months, but he did not forget. it’s progress, really. usually things like that just keep slipping away from him, but not with ava. she’s too much of a precious soul to be forgotten and ignored, even in hayden’s opinion. ❝ oh, sure. now ? i’ve got some time. ❞ he should be back in his office soon, but... who the fuck cares.

#givenabsolution #— ❛ ✦ ⊰ interaction: hayden.#— ❛ ✦ ⊰ main verse: hayden.

❛ ♛ ⊰ givenabsolution.

they scoff, a bewildered expression plastered across their features. » what makes you think a stranger would judge me LESS than my friends ? «

❝ you can’t judge something or someone you know nothing about. unless they’re MEAN people then they don’t care. they would even judge a child or a dog. ❞

#givenabsolution #— ❛ ✦ ⊰ interaction: cecil.

❛ ♛ ⊰ hvlfbloomed.

at the crooked comment, hazel eyes flit up ( rather crossedly ) to the flowers dangling over her line of vision. ❝ —— o-oh – ! ❞ she adjusts it to as straight as her eternally-lopsided self can allow it, flashing another toothy grin. ❝ s-s-ss’th-th-tha–t ??? b-b-bett–tter ??? ❞ one hand stays on the flower crown, still-surprised fingers running over the petals in a sense of wonder. it’s perhaps the kindest, most WONDERFUL THING that anyone had ever done for her.

he reaches out with both hands, carefully adjusting one of the flowers in the crown with his tongue sticking out from the corner of his mouth. after a few gentle tugs, the flower not entirely playing along to his attempt of straightening it, he pouts. ❝ i’ll just make you another one ! ❞ he then exclaims with a smile, obviously delighted with his idea. ❝ but you still look super pretty with this one. ❞

#hvlfbloomed #— ❛ ✦ ⊰ interaction: henry.#— ❛ ✦ ⊰ main verse: henry.

❛ ♛ ⊰ givenabsolution.

@eigengrav liked for a lyric starter 21 Gun Salute by Half Moon Run

» when you look in the face of my friends, when i try to talk with a cloudy head — i keep fucking it up and it’s ROUGH. maybe it’s just that i’m out of luck. «

❝ or maybe your friends aren’t the best people and simply misunderstand you. have you considered talking to someone else ? someone who doesn’t JUDGE you ? ❞

#givenabsolution #— ❛ ✦ ⊰ interaction: cecil.

❛ ♛ ⊰ etoilehope.

though it may not seem to be that way, keziah truly did understand where margo was coming from. really, the blonde didn’t want to focus on the subject any longer, so with a soft, comforting smile dancing over her lips, she simply offers margo a comforting smile & a gentle rub of her shoulder, mirroring the same feeling as her brims. ❝ that doesn’t mean your life is sad though, just ‘cos nothing major is happening. y’know, i’d enjoy that while you can, because from my experience something SHITTY will be just waiting around the corner. ❞ there’s a soft sigh bubbling from rouge painted lips, the same ones that press against the cool glass as she takes a sip of wine soon after. though, naturally, margo manages to entice her completely. when she reveals it’s underwear, keziah squeals. ❝ let me see! let me see! ❞ being an ex-burlesque dancer, kez has quite a thing for lingerie!

something shitty is waiting around the corner. oh, margo could write an entire novel about shitty things that jumped her out of nowhere, tearing down the walls she so neatly build around her rather emotional personality and dragging her into a pile of ever more shit. life, as magnificent and special as it is, reminds her often of a moody teenager, whose major mood swings take their toll on everyone involved. now is not the time for this, though. she takes another sip, nodding her head and feeling the steadily growing smile upon her own lips turn into an excited grin. ❝ alright, let me get them. i spent an INSANE amount of money on them, ❞ margo explains with a serious face, setting the glas down on the coffee table and mentioning for keziah to stay where she is. ❝ they better be worth the fun. ❞

#etoilehope #— ❛ ✦ ⊰ interaction: margo.

❛ ♛ ⊰ ledepareilles.

at henry’s chuckles (which she clearly knows is well intended) anna sucks in her lips, crinkles her knows some as she furrows her recently threaded eyebrows to properly showcase her disapproval. her expression morphs into one of ‘told you so !’ upon him saying breakfast. ‘ how long ago was breakfast now, ‘enry ? ‘cause it’s comin’ up for one o’ clock now. ’ small bout of tuts punctuate her sentence to full effect. ‘ you’re no’ bein’ as ‘ealthy as ya’ fin’k if ya’ don’ eat regularly ! i’ll go an’ whip a li’l sum’mat for ya’ love no worries ! ’ she pays his finaly comment no verbal mind, instead choosing to channel her belief of him in fact not being a other into his eleven course meal lunch !

she sounds motherly and stern enough to make him flinch, guilt somehow flickering over his features for a moment before he can manage to grant her another one of his warm smiles. ( truth be told, he would run around with no food all day, if it wasn’t for anna. ) ❝ it’s been a few hours, that’s true, but i’m not STARVING ! and i’d like to think i actually am pretty healthy. ❞ except for the occassional summer colds, the random fevers and anxiety attacks. yep, he’s got everything under control. ❝ what are you making then ? ❞

#lederpareilles #— ❛ ✦ ⊰ interaction: henry.

❛ ♛ ⊰ hvlfbloomed.

a surprised shout of a laugh is her response to the spin. ( it isn’t loud, really, & she’s only surprised that it’s a hug that doesn’t feel necessary. ) the already-askew flower crown somehow doesn’t fall off, though it does fall in front of her eyes. once her feet reach the ground again, she fixes it, smile still large & lopsided. ❝ o-oh — G-GOSH-SH – th-thank you !! ❞

his smile mirrors her’s perfectly. a picture of endless happiness, cheeks hurting in the nicest of ways. ❝ i’m glad i could make you smile ! that’s really ALL i wanted to achieve. ❞ until next time, when he finds something else to make her smile with. ( he’s been thinking about making friendship bracelets, actually. ) ❝ it’s a little crooked, though. i’m sorry for that. ❞

#hvlfbloomed #— ❛ ✦ ⊰ interaction: henry.#— ❛ ✦ ⊰ main verse: henry.

❛ ♛ ⊰ dragonflly.

he’s particularly nervous today. shaky fingers constantly reaching out for the bandaged arm before freezing in motion and drawing themselves away, though still itching to scratch at the already wounded and ugly red skin. everything is blurry. so, so blurry and out of focus, unreal and frightening it feels like a nightmare he’s stuck in. everything reminds him of a nightmare lately, but this time it has managed to escape past the dream barrier and slip into reality with its sharp claws ready to slid his throat open. he’s suffocating, surrounded by oxygen his lungs don’t want. it’s another bad day, but he reminds himself to keep it together, to not fall apart when there are too many eyes resting on him already.

the hospital is a place he’s all too familiar with. albeit it has never been for the same reason he’s here for today, it still holds many memories he wishes could be forgotten or even better erased out of his mind. instead, he’s preparing himself for new images to remember; new gasoline for the night horrors that terrorise his very being every time he dares to close his eyes. the nurse leading the way down the hall is nice and gentle, almost seeming out of place with her warm eyes and soft voice. she tells him nothing, but merely holds her finger up as she stops in front of a door and explains for him to wait while she announces his VISIT. his entire body freezes just like his hand did minutes prior, the skin beneath the tight bandage burning and aching to be set free. he wraps his hand around it, firmly. though it should hurt, it’s merely a numb throbbing that irritates his body. he hasn’t slept and it’s obvious, but this felt like the only right thing to do.

looking for theo has never been anything but right.

#dragonflly #— ❛ ✦ ⊰ interaction: oscar.#— ❛ ✦ ⊰ verse: find a way to make it out alive.#self harm tw #hospital tw #// when will i be stopped #// the answer: ne v er

❛ ♛ ⊰ hvlfbloomed.

a mystery. a noun. something that is difficult or impossible to understand. something others deem necessary to solve. there is a purpose to her secrecy – she could be disbelieved & deemed insane, or believed & locked away anyway. she’d seen to movies, read the books. the silence is tangible in the air ; she breathes it in sourly & exhales it like a purge. the verse she was currently rattling off fumbles & fades, concerned gaze moving to him – a shadow. so distant, so far away – like he’s anywhere but where he is. ( she wonders how often she looks like that, too. ) a small hand, cold & pale, reaches over – slowly – & sets itself barely on his hand. it’s a feather-light touch, ready to be removed at a moment’s notice.

wherever he has been; off to the farthest planet, watching stars burn until their light fades into the endless dark of the void, or floating somewhere above his own head, looking at himself the way you look at a stranger. curious, yet cautious. sometimes, he wonders where he goes and why he doesn’t seem to be able to remember anything about it. minutes pass, hours pass and then, even days. it all happens without further notice, merely accompanied by a thick layer of fog in front of his eyes. he blinks, then suddenly flinches as if something had stung him. a pained expression adorns pale features, dark hues staring at their hands as if it was a ghost touching him. ( oh, the irony with these two. ) he wants to react in any sort of way, but all that leaves him is a shaky breath.

#hvlfbloomed #— ❛ ✦ ⊰ interaction: oscar.

❛ ♛ ⊰ gasolinehearts.

she frowns. god beware it’s because of how sinister his statement sounds. no, it’s more so the sensation of meeting someone that seems as odd in this setting as she does. then again, wouldn’t two oddities add up to being almost normal? probably not ( at least not if other people were judging the situation; people with the right mind to spot that the curve of her lips in response to his words was hardly appropriate ). ❝ mh, ❞ she hums finally, ❝ i do love a good optimist. ❞ a mild coat of sarcasm laces her voice, the tone of it softly teasing as she takes a small step further into the direction of the dark figure. ❝ are you waiting for someone else to take the lead? i just couldn’t help but notice that you seem to be dressed accordingly for an impromptu funeral at least from what i can tell back here anyway. ❞ the young woman slightly tilts her head to the side, a shrug of her shoulders following. ❝ almost makes me feel bad that i’m not particularly fond enough of exercise to even considering climbing over that railing. ❞ karlie purses her lips, as though she’s considering but shakes her head at last. ❝ huh. too lazy to jump to my death, who’d have thought? guess you really do learn something new about yourself every day. ❞

her choice of words leaves a bitter taste on his tongue, though not strong enough for him to actually find a reason worth to react to. he’s stone-cold, not the slightest of change to the blank expression and usually brown eyes now almost black in the dead of night. any other person would’ve turned around by now, walking away from the morbid show he’s putting on right here. except, who’s to say it’s all just a show ? the thought makes him want to laugh, but he doesn’t. there isn’t exactly much energy left to do anything else than staring lifelessly ahead and letting sinnister phrases slip past dry lips every now and then. ❝ do you always talk so much to strangers you meet on a bridge in the middle of the night ? ❞ he inquires with a sombre tone lacing his voice, the warm summer breeze making his fringe fall into his eyes, though he doesn’t bother to bring it back into place; keeping his hands hidden in the pockets of his jacket. ❝ or is this the first time and you’re just feeling stupidly brave ? ❞ either way, it’s a rhetorical question. ( much like everything else he might throw your way. )

#gasolinehearts #— ❛ ✦ ⊰ interaction: oscar.#// n ice this is how u make friends yes

❛ ♛ ⊰ givenabsolution.

while he lets out a little chuckle, he can’t help but be endeared by her ( rather unique ) laugh. » i’ll consider that as constructive criticism. « he’s not serious at all, but he thinks she’s cute — a little shy, but her sense of humour seems brilliant. his eyes rest on her, a spark of interest evident in them. » not you, too — i’m starting to feel like it’s SCANDALOUS that i haven’t watched it yet. am i a traitor to my name now ? «

the statement earns him a small shrug and another cheeky grin that’s flashed into his direction. her amusement is more than obvious, though she, honestly, tries to keep her sarcastic humour at a low level no need to upset the cute guy she just met with a stupid remark. ❝ does it make you feel better if i tell you, that i’ve only seen it a few days ago ? i’m rather late on this whole hamilton train as well. ❞

#givenabsolution #— ❛ ✦ ⊰ interaction: allie.#— ❛ ✦ ⊰ main verse: allie.

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