&& DEATH BECOMES HER !!

HERE IS TO THE GIRLS WHO FIGHT BACK: those who know the rule of being the smaller one in a fight, just hold on until your enemy gets tired and then finish them off. i love your blood-stained teeth, LIONHEARTS ( conquerors have nothing on you ).

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am-i-this :

everything i do, i do for attention.

me breathing right now? thats because i need your attention. please pay attention to me.

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tag dump !!

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hey yall this blog is going through a revamp pls hold !!

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&.       ORLEANNA         !!

& |           ’ MAYBE. ’ she couldn’t confirm nor deny the girl’s statement, but it did cause a swelling in her chest that she’d never quite felt before: acceptance. solidarity perhaps. it was some comforting unknown burst that anna wanted more of. ‘ just call me ANNA. ’

                                       ❛  ANNA,  ❜  she repeats, strangely comforting on her tongue; effy decides she LIKES it.  ❛  pretty name for a pretty girl. it suits you well.  ❜

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&.       ASHER         !!

& |           ’ HOW revolutionary of you. do i get to watch you b u r n your bra next? scream about how you’re the daughter of witches that our ancestors failed to burn? watch you aggressively update your TUMBLR blog? instagram? ’ steel-toed boots scuffed against the ground as a deep chuckle emitted from the brunet, his head shaking slightly as he waited patiently for a response finding her reactions almost enjoyable.

                                     ❛  you think i actually wear BRAS ?  ❜  running a hand through long brunette locks, her lips slowly itch into its’ classic ‘effy smirk’, fascinated by the way he fuels the banter back & forth.  ❛  to be REVOLUTIONARY would require me caring, and that’s just a big fucking mess i’d rather not get involved in. unless you’re INTO that.  ❜

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&.       ARIELLA         !!

            a SCREAM. a wail. a cry for h e l p. ariella’s feet pound into the dampened earth, her speed remarkable, form something remaining graceful. she knew the power behind this wail. she knew what she WAS before even knowing her. being a original allowed for vast amounts of knowledge. the blonde comes to a skid, sliding to a steady halt before the girl and falling to her knees. her arms embrace her before anything else. fingers curling a grasping around her form, shielding her from whatever darkness lay wake in her mind. she holds her head steady and her body still, squeezing her eyes close, wishing to will away this childs agony. ‘ it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay. ’ she murmurs like a broken record. own eyes filling with tears that will possibly fall. she didn’t know her story, or even who the person who’s fate was fast approaching, but her heart ached for them. for her. the scream stops and body which had tensed relaxes. the wail had hurt her, her own ears ringing, but she wouldn’t make this known. as words are finally heard ariella pulls away a bit to look down at her own face reading utter despair. ‘ did you see who? ’ she wonders softly. not wanting to push her.

                                       IT IS NOT OKAY — there’s nothing remotely okay about the reality of it all — furthermore, it’s an abundant yet TERRIBLE privilege that only a few has been bestowed, and it is not okay. effy wants to believe her, this woman with a foreign face, but faith has never been a part of her world ( at least, not for a LONG time ).  ❛  yes,  ❜  she breathes carefully while shrugging out of her grasp. she touches like a mother should, so warm & full of LOVE that it almost frightens her.  ❛  a little boy… a CHILD. he looked no older than eight. i —— i felt his heart stop.  ❜  death spares NO ONE, she comes to learn. it steals a new victim, and life simply goes on. 

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&.       ASHER         !!

& |           HUMMING quietly, he let’s her attitude remain without much other comment. it’s almost funny. most find asher to be the one with the mood ruining conversation, but it was nice to find someone just that was as much of a crepehanger as himself. ‘ GUESS you can either step into the l i g h t or save yourself the adjusting to social conformists. ’

                                     TO SAY THAT EFFY IS A CYNIC would be a perfectly reasonable validation of her astringent temper & spontaneous bursts of tantrums, however the PROBLEM lays so much deeper than that.  ❛  fuck them,  ❜  she says carelessly, head tipping slightly to the side.  ❛  if i want to BROOD and feel sad for myself, i will do so. they can’t tell us how to feel or how to act just because they’re afraid of MELANCHOLY. that’s on them.  ❜

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&.       ORLEANNA         !!

& |           DRUGS. of course she sounded crazy to the other, anna forgetting herself for a moment in the comfort of bitterness. she laughs, but it’s dry and humourless. ‘ no drug. just the exhaustion of holding a grudge for life. ’

                                       a SMIRK lights up her complexion, vibrance flooding back into her eyes to display a yearning for more.  ❛  YOU GET ME,  ❜  they may be more alike than predicted.  ❛  name’s e f f y, by the way.  ❜

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&.       ASHER         !!

& |           CHUCKLING in response to her clear despondence, the male runs his slender fingers through tousled mousey brown locks. ‘ well aren’t you a RAY of s u n s h i n e? god, between the two of us we’re just brimming with positive vibes, yeah eh? ’ his laugh is cracked, rough and calloused. ‘ don’t be so PESSIMISTIC, man. that’s my job. ’

                                    ❛  SO I’VE BEEN TOLD,  ❜  the words drip from her lips with a deceitful charm, albeit it only being a MASK to conceal any cracks on the surface. when dry laughter tugs at effy’s attention, she presses her lips together and stares up at him, partially prying; he looks as though he bleeds BLACK.  ❛  it’s hard to look on the bright side when you’re stuck living in the SHADOWS. what’s your excuse ?  ❜

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zoeswade :

I love me some Corn Flakes. You do? You love Corn Flakes?

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&.       TOVE         !!

                           subtlety is a skill he still struggles to master —— the art of concealing, maintaining a mask of indifference in the presence of those he can’t help but hold dear — tove bites back the grimace that threatens to t w i s t his expression into something ANGUISHED and instead conveys to the world ( to EFFY ) a tone both clipped & clinical. ❝ you think i didn’t look for you? ❞ his brow creases, as though doing so — — is nothing to feel shame for; that he’d do the same for ANYONE, it doesn’t make her special. ❝ BRAT. ❞ and the balance is restored, partially. whatever boundary has been shattered between them still allows prior familiarities within its borders; an awkward and skewed fallback that dissipates whatever worries of loss that had previously set his nerves ALIGHT, and instead allows him to focus on the current and glaringly obvious issue. ❝ self-pity doesn’t look good on anyone, eff. now, please, ❞ two steps in and he gestures toward her mattress, devoting minimal effort toward hiding his discomfort at her current living situation. ❝ that’s because i’m the only one of us who knows how to look after themselves. now, sit down. does this place even have running water, or must i actually make effort in ensuring you’re not slowly dying. ❞    

                                     A FINE LINE between love & hate, a fine line she clings to desperately by a thread, and where there are rare slips, IMMODESTY follows shortly after, unforgiving of the hidden emotions daring to flee, even if only for a millisecond. he doesn’t know — CANNOT know — that when she is with him, life sucks less.  ❛  PRICK.  ❜  she chants back ( a childlike rage; the last word has to be hers’ ) before sliding down to take a seat on the mattress, creaks emitting from the broken springs.  ❛  that’s where you’re wrong, tove. i could have three tits, scene hair, and people would still wanna FUCK me. moving on.  ❜  scrunching her nose at his comment, effy can’t help but roll her eyes, despite the LATTER being the utmost truth. there’s no need for him to get involved in her housing ‘situation’, and so she opts to lie through her teeth.  ❛  it SLIPPED my mind to pay the water bill this month, that’s all.  ❜

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&.       ORLEANNA         !!

& |           ’ I HAVEN’T slept in years. ’ she laughed, mechanical and empty. brow arching, the blonde looked over the other more carefully before shaking her head. ‘ sanity is a relative social construct. it just enforces a BASELESS hierarchy used to keep power cycles in play. no one is TRULY sane because, well, sanity doesn’t exist. ’

                                       eyes narrowing, the COMPLEXITY dripping from the woman’s tongue piques her interest ( it takes effy a minute or two to even keep up, for she is by no means a fucking SCHOLAR ).  ❛  ——— alright, whatever DRUG you’re on right now, i’ll take twenty.  ❜

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&.       EMMELINE         !!

         ‘ YOUR eyes. they’re beautiful. ’

                                  ❛  ———— ONLY my eyes ?  ❜

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&.       ASHER         !!

& |           TYPICAL. thinking he’d left this desolation behind, thinking he’d found some normalcy for once in his life, asher found himself looking at city reconstruction once more and it was all too t y p i c a l. ‘ just fucking great. this is what i get to see first thing. ’ where there were monsters, there was ruin and he’d just walked into the den, a lamb once more still finding it’s footing after years of nonpractise. ‘ what’s better than an ominous fucking start up? ’

                                    new orleans will NEVER be the same again, and while effy came to the conclusion that such is life a long time ago, it doesn’t make it any less vile. being a harbinger of DEATH, her body ought to be familiar with chaos & darkness, but as a result of her latest manic episode, she’s reached a hard brick WALL that towers over her, casting shadows she fears.  ❛  it’s shit,  ❜  his tone strangely warrants a genuine response from effy, though her main focal point is in the residents’ direction.  ❛  they’re trying to FIX this place like it’s not hopeless. a waste of time, if you ask me.  ❜

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i miss my brother like the sea would miss salt if that were taken away.

Emma Cameron, Cinnamon Rain  (via slytherinwritess)

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&.       ORLEANNA         !!

& |A STRANGE form of amusement washes over her, smirk spreading to a grin. ‘ i’ve always thought of myself as a GOOD SAMIRTAN. no need to be impressed. ’ emerald eyes looked over the other, waiting for another sarcastic retort, but the response that she received had anna hesitating. ‘ that’s the first relatable thing you’ve said so far.’

                                      ❛  if it helps you sleep better at night, then SURE, we could leave it at that.  ❜  calloused fingers rub at her temples to soothe the migraine, minimal energy going into their conversation.  ❛  RELATABLE ? you must be just as sane as i am.  ❜