i fall apart

i swear that i'll be around for you

[spencerhastinghs-deactivated201]

[english-with-avery]

[english-with-avery]

dvggerwclf​:

I’m always in the mood to play games. The words were loathsome for the young artist, the entirety of high school dwelled in a pit of Hell and sequestering himself from the immense bullying. “Letting your motive out of the bag, lovely. You aren’t as smart as you think you are, are you?” There was condescension dripping from his tone, rounding on the brunette when she started to spew sentences in his direction. He was no fool, despite his vulnerable state, and had endured too many times of people– tangible and invisible alike– trying to fool him into believing what was not there in solid evidence. He was in no mood to indulge her seemingly playful approach to his frazzled demeanor when he had first encountered here. “Then stop showing up wherever I go, like he’s got a fucking dog on my arse,” he sneered, keeping his hands to himself; he wasn’t yet at the point he felt physically threatened and sought to put an end to her cat-and-mouse entirely, and perhaps a dulled-out portion of his brain enjoyed the game, seeing if she could figure out who he truly was behind the curtain. Hand-picked from a young age, yet no one would know it, not even those closest to the family themselves; Evren hadn’t, so why should she? You have the upper hand. Dag curled his lip when she continued, quickly tiring of the banter that he supposed was meant to perplex him into slipping up, and whilst his mental state was in a fragile place, it was not so fragile that he would shatter — he couldn’t recall her name, nor where he was in the damned city, but he was hardly all-around dumbfounded. The disorientation was distressing, but she wasn’t utilizing that soft spot against him, was she? Are you sure you have nothing to offer me? He thought better than to play his own invisible hand, the tip of the blade secured in his pocket, lifting his brows and turning his body to face her. It would reveal that she had his full attention, albeit in suspicious distance. “Nothing at all. You may want something from me, but that does not mean you’re going to get it. Try harder.” You have teeth to hide and black honey driveling from its caps, you’ve faced bigger demons than this. His jaw clenched, ascertaining she was attempting to weasel her way into finding out what he knew about the night’s events. “Go talk to them,” lifting his arm, the dark-haired male cast it in the general direction of Primm and its looming mansions, “find out for yourself. The hints are all there, unless you’re ignorant. Tailing me around? You’re barking up the wrong tree.” His words were sharp and curt, returning his hand to his coat pocket and cocking his head in the direction he had pointed.

You aren’t as smart as you think you are, are you? Immediately, his words triggered a reaction in her head, though she kept her cool. Don’t let him think you’re not smart--he knows you’re smart, that’s why he’s trying to make you doubt yourself. Perhaps it was even good that he underestimated her intelligence--all the better when she came out on top once this was all over. Instead, she just let out a chuckle, not letting his condescending tone get to her--at least, she didn’t appear as if it did. All her life, Avery had only ever wanted people to know that she was smart and that she was a force to be reckoned with--that’s all she’d ever fucking wanted. And now that’s what she was (right?). Besides, admitting to loving the thrill of the chase was hardly showing her hand. If anything, she was just being honest. Stop showing up wherever I go, like he’s got a fucking dog on my arse. “I’m only following his orders,” she replied, not skipping a beat. It was much easier to play along, to pretend as if she knew exactly what he was talking about., as if she was right on board. Besides, she didn’t actually think she’d get anything out of him. Still, all this banter was worth it if it made him feel uneasy. “I admire your tenacity. You’re certainly a tough bunch, you and that family of yours.” Go talk to them. Her eyes followed to where he gestured, towards the growing crowd. Chaos was ensuing and it practically made Avery’s eyes light up. Whoever was in behind all of this, the town was falling right into their trap. Didn’t they know any better? Exhibiting how scared you are just means that they’re winning. Leaning up against one of the buildings, taking a rather non-threatening stance, though still not leaving her back exposed, she chuckled and said “If I thought they could provide me with answers, I would but look at them. They’re panicked and they’re bound to turn on each other at any moment. I suggest you watch your back, all of you.” The brunette had an inkling as to who was behind all of this, though she couldn’t be sure. She’d seen her own clue at the corn maze--’The only way to stay alive is to get out of this cage he’s been keeping you all in. Wake up. This ain’t no town, he will destroy you.’--but she wanted to get her hands on the others. There had to be more, right?. “What cryptic message was left for your group? Don’t you want to connect the dots and find out what it all means?” She had a feeling that he was about to bolt--he clearly didn’t want to speak to her any longer than he had to. Smiling her pristine white smile, she said “You have a good night, Dag. And keep your eyes open.”

[softavasilva]

#soft maeve wiley

[english-with-avery]

andreaxweber​:

There were so many emotions flowing through her body at that point in time and none of them were good. She felt at one point that she was going to cry leaving tears to stream down her cheeks and the next she was filled with anger. Avery was the reason that she now had trust issues, she became her friend and confided in her when things started happening and only to find out that she was one behind it caused her to feel quite betrayed. “Well it didn’t stop you after high school,don’t think I didn’t see you.”She said,almost a growl escaping her mouth as she spoke. She was doing her best to repress most of her negative emotions just in case she did end up lashing out. “Catch up? Why would I want to catch up with somebody who made my life a living hell” She glared at her as she spoke. Her eyes widened once she mentioned that it was all a game to her,this made the blondes blood boil. “A game? You think that was a game, you obviously have a twisted sense of games. Why would I thank the people who caused me to have terrible trust issues with every person that I met after meeting you. I am not a force to be reckoned with, you have no idea what it’s like waking up every morning thinking if the person who tormented  you would find you. You haven’t woken up knowing that people hate you because you were forced into something that you didn’t want to do”

Well, it didn’t stop you after high school, don’t think I didn’t see you. “Oh, please. The fact that we both ended up in Primm is just a coincidence. I know you probably won’t believe that--which is fair--but it’s also true. Besides, I’ve been pretty busy these past few years,” she said, practically hissing her last words. She didn’t want to bring up Rhea but it was rather unspoken, the fact that she’d spent these past years raising a wonderful daughter and being a pretty damn good teacher. What a shame that the woman all of her students looked up to wasn’t who they thought she was. Still, she heard the anger in Andrea’s voice and it only peaked her interest. “What, is sweet little Andrea angry now?” Why would I want to catch up with someone who made my life a living hell? Again, fair--but that didn’t stop Avery from smirking. “God, you’re so dramatic.” A game? You think that was a game, you obviously have a twisted sense of games. She couldn’t help but chuckle at this. “I suppose I do.” After all, cat and mouse had always been her favorite. Why would I thank the people who caused me to have terrible trust issues with every person that I met after meeting you? You haven’t woken up knowing that people hate you because you were forced into something that you didn’t want to do. Now, that made her angry. “Jesus, you’re not the only one who has trust issues, Andrea. And you’re not the only one who’s ever had their arm twisted into doing shady shit. God, you always think you’re just so damn special. You think you’re the only one who has trust issues? The only person that’s ever been fucking wronged?” She was yelling now but she couldn’t help it. How could Andrea possibly think that she was the only one?

[english-with-avery]

dvggerwclf​:

The face that peered from the shadows, draped in clothes that blended into the darkness, Orion bristled, and recognition failed him for several moments. The cogs simply refused to turn inside of his brain, wrenched by the foggy back-and-forth and distant longing to return to his wife’s side, or transfer back to his youth where he might hide behind his brother’s pant leg, small and wide-eyed. Someone’s playing tricks on you, they’re fucking with your head. His grip tightened on the weapon inside of his coat pocket, eyes narrowed to suspicious slits and taking a step backward. He was agile to regain his composure in the face of a potential threat, though the brunette was not someone– by stature– that he would suspect to hold him down and mar his features with abrasions and at knifepoint. ( How do you know for sure? ) Paranoia prickled and fussed around, turbulent inside of his stomach and were he an impulsive person, he would have already thrust his throwing knife in the direction of the enemy. Gradually, clues coalesced the pieces, and he had a mild idea of who she was. Play the enemy. His tongue drawing across his lower lip, he straightened his posture and sank down into the coat, he rigidly stood his ground. You just have to get gas for the fucking car, find a way around her. “What is it that you want? I am not in the mood to play games.” Or whatever it was that she was getting at – far as he had an inkling of what she was up to, he was untouchable, and that invincibility would have reinforced the God complex that would crawl up his throat when he skipped a few days of medications. Tonight, he didn’t think any pill was enough to swallow the disconcertion of what he’d done to scramble out of a vile crime, and uphold the sanctity of his family. “I have nothing to offer you, step out of my way.” The taller male walked forward, boldly, eyeing her the entire time as he sidled up alongside her, cautious to avoid turning his back to her. “I suggest you go home if you know what is good for you. Would not want you to be implicated in something you don’t belong.”

As she appeared from the shadows, she was expecting some sort of reaction that relayed distress or disgust but instead, Orion--or Dag, rather--simply met her with a blank stare. Surely, he was keeping a cool demeanor, trying to not let her see past his exterior. That was just fine with her. Now was her chance to make an impression--a better impression than the one she’d initially made. What is it that you want? I’m not in the mood to play games. Smirking, she let out a chuckle and said “Oh, but I’m always in the mood to play games.” Nodding to the square, where all the commotion was taking place, she said “Quite a wild night, huh? From what I’ve heard, there’s some hefty accusations going around.” Step out of my way. He made a beeline towards her but she stood her ground. She’d showed her hand last time and had openly displayed her uneasiness--she wouldn’t be making that mistake again. When he walked up beside her, just inches away from her, she’d simply smiled. “I’m not in your way. You’re free to go wherever you like, I’m not going to stop you.” She wanted to speak on the other comment he’d made, that he had nothing to offer her--on the contrary, he did have something to offer her: information. However, whether he recalled their encounter at the vineyard or not, he clearly didn’t trust her so giving her information, especially about his brother, was out of the question. Unfortunately, her other talent, seduction, wouldn’t work either. She was already well aware he was happily married. So what would work? Mind games. She knew she shouldn’t--she knew that he was paranoid and that it was wrong to play with anyone’s mind, let alone someone who was clinically mentally ill. But she had a job to do, didn’t she? Besides, she didn’t see anyone attempting to coddle her mental state--why should she give that luxury to anyone else? Try a different angle. “Are you sure you have nothing to offer me? Everyone wants something, don’t they?” I suggest you go home if you know what is good for you. Would not want you to be implicated in something you don’t belong. Did he think she actually did belong in what was being implicated, meaning the murders? She wasn’t quite sure yet. “They don’t scare me. Besides, do implications truly matter? As long as you know you didn’t do what you’re being accused of, isn’t that what’s really important?” In all honesty, she wasn’t one-hundred percent sure where she was going just yet that was okay--if she didn’t know, he certainly didn’t.

[pcisxnivys]

[ henderson ; night of the accusations. ]

No, no, no, no. Try as he might to stave the disintegration of his mental state was the provocation of the distress clambering up his spinal cord and itching his nervous system, inexplicable terror feeding into every twist of his body in another direction. I’ll be back with a canister of gas. Stay seated, love. None of the signs were recognizable now, and he thought he might have dropped his keys down the sewer drain a few blocks back, for each patter of his hands to locate them and start clicking on the panic button rapidly to give any signal of his general proximity to his vehicle was nil. Bundled in the leopard-print coat he’d thrown on, stashed in the backseat of his car, it nipped the chill in the air as the night toiled on relentlessly. It was as if it would never end. Every scuttle on the back alleys alerted his attention, the clang of a metal can as he paid cautionary mind to his steps behind the run-down grocery store in the city eliciting a spooked jump. Spinning his frame around to face the culprit that had created the disruptive noise, he couldn’t immediately make anyone out — and ephemerally, he was tossed headlong back into an eighteen year old, timidity teeming at the surface rather than bared jaws and rushing to cling to his brother’s protection when the afflictions had been dealt to his perfectly handsome features. There was no one to race to here, stranded in the seedier southern Nevadan area, and the dark-haired savant slid his hand into the crescent of his coat pocket, coiling his grip around the blade concealed there and bristled the slope of his shoulders warily. The scars upon his countenance were enough to portray a dirty little street-rat, so why not make himself one? “Who’s there? Come out.”

[english-with-avery]

A lot had happened over the course of only a few hours and for once, Avery wasn’t in-the-know and it made her feel off-balance. Still, that didn’t mean she’d lost her ability to blend in and stealthily glide from shadow to shadow. She was on the outskirts of the town square and she’d heard the announcement, claiming that Jayden Beckett was the culprit behind these grisly murders. Yeah, right. While Avery didn’t know anything about Jayden, nor the other murders that had occurred, that just couldn’t be right--of course, she wasn’t doubting that Jayden wasn’t involved. For all she knew, he was the sick mastermind behind it all--but eight separate bodies simultaneously spread out all over town? That wasn’t just the work of one person, that was work that was fit for a team. And though the town was full of doubt, she didn’t believe that her team was involved this--then again, who knew? Don’t be so naive. Why do you think they’d tell you anything other than strictly what you need to know? Watch your back. As she watched from afar, she caught sight of a familiar silhouette: Orion Lindell. The last time they’d crossed paths, he’d left the brunette feeling shaken and unsteady--she’d been expecting someone that was polite and soft-spoken but what she’d gotten was someone who acted as though they could see right through her. At first, she thought that he’d stay where he was but when it was obvious he was coming her way, she prepared herself. She saw the way he reached into his pocket and she reminded herself to stay vigilant. Once she left the corn maze, she’d traded her cutesy Dorothy outfit for sleek black jeans, a black suede moto jacket, and black booties, complete with her handgun covertly strapped to her hip, just in case. The dark clothes helped her blend in with the night and they made her feel more prepared than a frilly Halloween costume. Who’s there? Come out. Stepping out of the shadows, she met his clear anxiety with a smile and said “Long time, no see.”

[english-with-avery]

andreaxweber​:

She could feel herself getting more and more filled with fear, out of everything that could have happened that night, she had to be picked up by the person who had made her life a living hell. When Avery had transferred to her school,she soon found herself becoming friends with her, however she soon found herself being tormented by the person who she trusted as a friend. The blonde blamed her for her trust issues that came with her into her adult life. If everything that had happened didn’t already feel like a horror movie to her then this was sure to be the sequel. She groaned as she tied to get the door open,but she must have locked them once she got her inside,but she didn’t stop,hoping that she could get it open. She could feel the car moving at speeds that would be pretty damaging to her if she even dared to make an escape from the moving vehicle. “Avery,why are you doing all the way out here, were you following me? Making sure that I was alone? Please just let me go I promise I won’t tell a soul that I have seen you. I don’t want to be hurt, I have gone through enough today.”She pleaded with her,tears starting to form in her eyes. “Why did you follow me, didn’t you make my life hell while we were in Ireland?”

The way Andrea struggled and whined only annoyed her. What are you doing all the way out here? Were you following me? Making sure that I was alone? Letting out a cynical chuckle, she said “Oh, please. I’m far too busy to be following you around. After all, we’re not in high school anymore.” She kept driving, pausing, letting the silence sink in and make the blonde nervous. Finally, she continued. “However. I’ve never been one to pass up an opportunity when I see when. Besides, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you, I thought we could catch up.” Honestly, she’d never really fully understood her own fascination and envy that she held for Andrea but she wasn’t about to admit that. Besides, she had good instincts--she would’ve been a moron to pass up this chance. Either way, no matter what happened, she knew her boss would protect her. Didn’t you make my life hell while we were in Ireland? When she brought up Ireland, she merely smirked. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Andrea. It was all a game. I thought you knew that. Besides, look at you,” she said, glancing over at her. “When we met, you were so small and mousy and naive. But now? Now, you’re a force to be reckoned with. Look how I strong I made you. You should be thanking me.” Though there was a part of her that believed that, she was no fool. The game hadn’t ended, Avery was still playing it--and like always, she was playing to win.

[english-with-avery]

evrcns​:

Evren rolled night-like eyes when she realized whom she was speaking to — of all people.  There was a coil of loathing in her bones whenever she so much as glance over the fellow mother, but one who had dared to foolishly interrupt her life with her spouse as if she had no idea what the former longtime agent was capable of. She had no idea why Bartholomew had decided to keep someone like her around; Avery was precise at doing what she did, she could give her that, it had taken the raven-haired a couple of weeks to figure out two and two together. But she had also noticed an abundance of discrepancies from her time as a killing-machine in training, a lot of slips veered by emotions. She assumed it had been the excuse for Lieseils to pick her up when she was still so young, barely the age of three, so that they could build her from scratch without having too much emotional burden — and no weaknesses, save for when she had begun to see the love of her life behind their backs, but even then she had been keeping things under wraps for years. Avery’s weakness was a very flagrant one, one that had been used to lure and could easily be tracked if Evren was willing to put her espionage gears back on, or at least, that was what she kept telling herself. It was easier to establish superiority rather than just perceive a new leaf as a threat, another thing she had learned from her time and taught by the same man whose life had been taken by the brunette, and it was a good way to ease overbearing envy that could take over her cognizance; the way it had when she had run off and pointed the gun at the innocuous child. Arrogance could be a fickle thing, but it gave her a sense of comfort. She went to stare at the other for a moment, a burst of patronizing chuckles then departed. “Oh, look at that smile. Did someone finally decide to grow a pair?” Her own venom was on the tip of her tongue, but she leashed back a bit. “How did your plea go again back then? P-please-I owe you n-n-nothing, don’t bring her in-in the middle of this. That was funny.” She adjusted the corset again, forsaking the bitter memory which also arrived that day, of her husband, flames and shame in his eyes. “No, I’ll be fine. But if you’d like to offer your hand for me to chop off, then I’d gladly do so.” She leaned back, her guards back up, but there was also a smear of laziness in the way she moved. “You’re still with them, aren’t you? Why? They’re offering you more protection? Cash? A place for your kid to run off to?” 

She wasn’t surprised when Evren met her words with a laugh. After all, she’d been trained since she was a young girl to deceive and threaten. In a way, perhaps similar to Avery, that’s something they had in common: their childhoods had been stolen from them. It’s not the same, she reminded herself. Look at that smile. She continued smiling, even as she brought up the terrifying incident from just a few weeks earlier. Although Avery was a rather good at only letting people see what she wanted them to see, her fear that day had been genuine, horrified that she was about to lose her daughter. However, admitting to her feelings of sheer terror now would only make her look weak. “Well, it seemed to buy me enough time--just enough time for your husband to come and fetch you up and put you in your place. Tell me, what does he think of you now? What does he think about the fact that you could put a gun in an innocent child’s face ?” Even thinking about that moment made her throat tighten up just a little bit but she kept her smile turned on. “Look at you, playing pretend. Married woman, happy mother, but you’re still the same. You’re the same killing machine they raised. And that’s how you’ll always be. You’re not just magically fixed. And we both know that.” Evren should know by now that Avery had taken the time to comb through her file and learn every little detail about how she’d been raised with no love, only discipline. “But you can go on pretending, if that’s what makes you happy. I won’t tell anyone.” If you’d like to offer your hand for me to chop off, then I’d gladly do so. Smirking, she said “That’s a nice offer but I think I’ll pass. I may be pretty but I’m not stupid.” That she could be certain of. Ever since she was a little girl, Avery had always wanted everyone to know that she was highly intelligent--perhaps if they knew that she was smart, they’d look past the fact that she was damaged fucking goods. What happened to you doesn’t define you. It’s something that she’d told herself for years. But was it true? Even now, she wasn’t sure. Maybe it was true but maybe it was just a comforting mantra, a lie she told herself to help her feel better and less broken. Don’t let them see you cry. Evren’s next words took a turn--she almost sounded...surprised. You’re still with them, aren’t you? Why? They’re offering you more protection? Cash? A place for your kid to run off to? Was she really that shocked? It did beg the question--Rhea was safe for now so why stay? Because with Rhea safe, I have nothing left to lose. Maybe that was it--that was partially it, at least. But maybe, deep down, she also knew that she fucking enjoyed with the missions she was tasked with. “Why does it matter to you? You got out and now you’re living your happy little life. You’ve been replaced. So you should enjoy it.” Enjoy it while you can, she thought. While she was usually full of shit, she meant what she said. She didn’t like Evren, no, but it was clear that her love with Cy was real and she was at least trying to be happy. And that was more than Avery could say for herself. Her source of happiness had been her daughter and now that it was no longer safe around here, she couldn’t risk putting her life in danger just so she could selfishly keep her around for her own happiness. Being away from Rhea left her feeling cold and empty and really, it had all simply come down to the question of ‘Why not?’

[mushi-and-junior]

d&d alignments: LAWFUL EVIL [7/9]

A Lawful Evil villain methodically takes what they want within the limits of their code of conduct without regard for whom it hurts. They care about tradition, loyalty, and order, but not about freedom, dignity, or life. They play by the rules, but without mercy or compassion.

[andreaxweber]

@english-with-avery​

“See this is why you need to get a freaking car Andrea.” The blonde thought to herself as she made her way down the road. She used to drive all the time back home, but since she moved to the States,she never thought about getting a car when she could just walk everywhere. Everything that had gone on that night was swimming around in her head to the point that she just planned on having coffee when she got home,realising that she might not be able to sleep with everything popping into her mind. She soon began to think that it might have been better to clean herself off, given the fact that there was blood on her costume aswell as her face and shoulders that were peaking out from her costume. She still had a long way to go to get home, a part of her wanted to call her brother for a ride back but goodness knows what happened with him. Her second option was thrown quickly out the window giving the fact she didn’t bring her money with her so couldn’t pay for a taxi. Her last option was to hitchhike,and given how she looked, she would be lucky  to get a ride home. She would hold out her hand to any cars passing by but to no avail, she was about to give up and just call her brother when she noticed a car coming to a halt near her. The blonde couldn’t see the driver thanks to the headlights shining in her eyes, but she didn’t think twice, she made her way around the the passengers side and got it. “Thank you so much, I was afraid I would be out there all night”She sighed as she put her belt on. The blonde then turned to face the driver, only for her eyes to widen in horror. “No,no.”She whispered,her eyes unable to leave Avery,the one who stalked and bullied her, the person she tried so hard to avoid,she was now trapped with her. 

[english-with-avery]

Ever since Avery had gotten to Primm, she’d had her eye on Andrea, even before everything with her new employer had happened. While she’d always kept her distance, she couldn’t help but be curious, the lingering feeling of jealousy and hate always on the tip of her tongue--not that she ever showed it, of course. Over the past four years, their paths had rarely crossed and she could only assume it was because the blonde most likely avoided her like the plague--and she was smart to do so. However, everything was different now and when she’d gotten word that the former bounty hunter had tried to reconcile with Cyrek, she’d been the one to bring it to her boss’ attention. Truthfully, he hadn’t been that concerned, though Avery insisted that it would become a problem, if it hadn’t already. The more people he has on his side, the harder it is going to be to ensnare him. Let me take care of this one. It won’t take much to scare her, I can assure you of that. And so, after she’d had a drink at Mt. Wilson and had mingled with the other event-goers who were rather shaken up by the night’s, she’d set out to go across town. Yes, she’d been given the task to scare Andrea out of befriending Cy but no one had said where or when. As far as she was concerned, she would simply keep her eyes open for opportunities--and it would seem that tonight, in all it’s chaos, was the night. She was just driving along when she suddenly saw a hitchhiker on the road and usually, she’d just ignore them but as she drew closer, she saw the light blonde hair and the feeling of excitement grew in the pit of her stomach. Her heart started racing, she felt a surge of confidence, and she knew that this was her chance. She and Andrea had a long history, one that no one else knew about but them. A long time ago, Avery had been sent away to attend school abroad after a horrifying scandal had tarnished her otherwise perfect reputation. Though she didn’t have much recollection of her life before she went to Ireland, everything that had taken place across the pond was still fresh in her mind, as if it had all happened yesterday. From the moment she met Andrea, she was instantly jealous of her genuine kindness and sweet personality. It was something that the brunette had once had herself but by the time she was fifteen, it’d been snuffed out by selfish hands and she was left with feeling nothing but anger. She’d befriended the blonde almost instantly but before too long, Avery found herself finding ways to secretly torment the girl, all the while, being as sweet as cherry pie to her face. She knew it was wrong and she knew that she’d been raised to know better--but she also knew that she had no intentions of stopping. Now, years later, that same envy still burned as hot as ever and when she saw the sweet woman standing in the street, she knew this was her chance. Making sure to stop behind her instead of pulling up next to her so she wouldn’t see her face, she was actually surprised that the blonde she just walked right up to her crossover and got right in. Knowing she didn’t have a moment to waste, she immediately locked the doors--having a six-year-old, her child locks were always on. Stepping on the gas and speeding away, she looked over at the blonde with the smallest of smirks and said “I wondered when I’d be seeing you again.”

[english-with-avery]

mvcaahs​:

Meddling in others’ business was not precisely a new thing for Micah — in fact, her main job had often demanded her to poke her nose in various places, and that included garnering information in regards to what had been unfolding, within and outside her family’s territory. That was different than actually barging herself into the picture though, which explained her refusal to wrinkle her nose in distaste when Avery emerged, but her poise wasn’t necessarily one that could be seen as welcoming either, despite the fact that she had always carried the most amicable aura. Lately, and particularly after the meagre but impacting bouts of terror one of her obssessed-”fans” had inflicted, the purple-haired podcaster had definied a fortress of guard around herself. She was still cordial, of course, opening people with wide-open arms for a long chat, but those who might have borne suspicious intention she had been a smidge more cautious — who knew what they could bring to her, her family, or her husband. It felt like everyone had a massive red mark target on their heads, and whilst Micah was not necessarily the most confrontational person; she sought to be the more impassive layer of the defense, locking any possible secrecy tight behind her teeth. 

She tapped the butt of her cigarette, flicked the ash with a nerve-racked shrug. “There is — something strange going on.” Uncertain she was, whether to elaborate or leave it at that; who knew what Avery was capable of right now, or if she was playing on the right side of the team. As far as she knew, her eldest sister loathed her guts for the things she had yet to explain in entirety ( probably wouldn’t at this rate, with how tight-lipped she had been to everyone but her spouse ) while her other sister had turned out be a close friend of hers. Gray areas had never quite been Micah’s expertise to say at least, as she saw things in a bleak map with only two sides of good and evil. Even her husband she still thought of as a saint for his intents, despite his rather sharp and standoffish attitude in the face of perils these days. She had assumed there would be no harm in talking, though, in something were to sound amiss, she could always depart. Avoid scuffles altogether. “Do you think we’re safe?” She pondered if the frazzled look was genuine  — wishing she could excel more at recognizing ticks, but reading figures had always been strewn on papers for her. 

Avery studied the woman’s body language for a moment--it was clear she was nervous. After all, she seemed to barely be able to hold her cigarette, a cigarette she was clearly smoking because she’d been shaken up. She couldn’t help but wonder to herself if Orion had ever confided their strained encounter at the vineyard to her--the brunette wasn’t used to being around people who were onto that easily her but that day, it had felt like the philosopher could see right through her and it had left her feeling uneasy. There is -- something strange going on. “You can say that again. We found something....” She stopped, took a deep breath, and then continued. “We found something horrible in the corn maze....” Nevermind mentioning her tense encounters with both Cyrek and Evren. What she was really wondering was why hadn’t the couple told anyone about her true motives? Evren was Anabelle’s fucking twin and as far as she knew, the chef still considered Avery to be one of her best friends. Lucy was the mother of Cyrek’s child, yet she and Lucy were still as close as could be--why? And more importantly, how long would it last? If they had any common sense at all, they’d out Avey in a heartbeat and everyone would sever ties with her, leaving her friendless--not that she really minded. Having friends was nice, of course--it was a perk. But she wasn’t going to shed a tear if they decided to turn their back on her. Perhaps she’d even consider it to be fair, after all she’d done. Do you think we’re safe? Avery couldn’t be sure if the question stemmed from genuine worry or not but she played along. Giving her a worried look, she said “I don’t know... I mean, I’d like to think we are. This is such a small town, everyone knows everyone, but... Weird things keep happening over and over again and the more they do, the less they seem like coincidences...” Should she mention that she’d sent Rhea away for her safety? No, probably not. Micah didn’t even know Rhea, there was no point in bringing up her daughter and putting her in the middle of all of this yet again.  It was better--and frankly, easier--to just play the role of a concerned citizen. “I mean... Do you think this place is safe?” She could already guess the answer to the question--she and Orion wouldn’t have relocated to France if they felt safe in Primm and after Orion’s abduction, she couldn’t really blame them.

[damncodyb]

[ Location: Anywhere in Primm ]

After successfully helping his team to get the car back on and let the wounded one be taken care of at the hospital Cody took a cabbie ride back into the town while letting out a sigh of relief. He was lucky enough to not be a target but still he had been shocked and tired out by the event. He was sure he needed to file a complaint to whoever hosted the celebration for all the emotional distress he had to go through although he had spent his time making sure Jessica wouldn’t get more hurt while the other went to find help. He was at least no longer in the middle of  nowhere stuck and helpless. Sighing he got out of the cab and walked into a general store to fetch some cigarettes and cans of beer. As he walked out he noticed people from the event had begun gathering. Not all of them but at least some he could talk to. He neared himself and started to smoke while he looked around. “That was shit right?” He said with another sigh. “You won’t believe what happened to my crew. We were attacked by fucking clowns.” He nearly forgot about the corpse but he had stayed in his car mostly. 

[english-with-avery]

Seeing that there was a crowd of ‘party goers’ reeling from the night’s events, she’d blended in, trying to get bits and pieces of conversations to figure out just what the hell was going on around here. Even for Primm, it was jarring. Turning when she heard the young man’s voice, she nodded in agreement. “You can say that again.” The man looked familiar but she couldn’t place a name to his face--it was quite a handsome face, though. You won’t believe what happened to my crew. We were attacked by fucking clowns. The words made Avery’s brow furrow and her surprise was evident. “I’m sorry, did you just say that you were attacked by clowns?” He seemed fine--not even a scratch on him. Still, she was certain that any normal person would be shaken by that. Were the clowns just some stupid Halloween prank taken too far or was it more than that? And more importantly, why didn’t she have more information as to what the fuck was going on around this town? She was so used to being in the know. “My crew was sent to a cornfield that had a dead scarecrow in it...” she trailed off, her face expressing distress. She didn’t elaborate, for she felt that what she’d said was pretty straight forward.

[singtotheskiies]

more espresso, less depresso 

[forbiddcnsirvn]

[ location: corn maze. ] 

Raven-haired’s eyes were emanating danger whilst she sat on a boulder outside the maze — to conclude that she was irritated would be an understatement, with her appearing as if claws were about ready to potrude out of ivory flesh for anyone who so much as spared her a wrong look, or a look, in general. Getting caught in the middle of a hasty but thrilling sex with her husband had put a damper in her mood, thinking she had lost her only source of bliss that night although they would likely resume their escapade later when the two of them were actually alone. It was a shame for she had been looking forward for it to happen, as she found the rest of the event to be dull but of course, something had to meddle in. Evren was still continuing to fix her corset when she stood outside, her spouse’s jacket draped over her to ensure she wouldn’t get too frigid when he was scampering around a few feet away still. She would love to help him, the way he had aided her a bit on the way out, but she figured her ire would only worsen the situation. Though, she wasn’t surprised when she noticed there was someone nearby, apparently watching her as she continued to adjust her attire. Voice filled with an irked venom, rather than sheer sadism, she glanced up. “What,” she hissed, “the hell are you looking at? Is this funny to you?” 

[english-with-avery]

Not much scared Avery, especially not these days. Though she knew that she was supposed to feel guilty about it, the fact was that hunting people down and seducing them for information and manipulating them to get what she wanted was something she was rather talented at. Instead of making her feel ashamed, it made her powerful, even if someone else really was pulling the strings and just using her as their puppet. She knew that and yet, she didn’t want to stop. However, Cyrek’s words were ringing in the brunette’s head: Hope Rhea’s doing just fine in Boston. Perhaps he’d simply put it together--sending Rhea back to Boston to live with her father was the most plausible and sensible choice. Still, it felt like she’d been found out. In fact, the words were still ringing in her head when she suddenly saw the dark-haired woman and heard the hiss of her voice. What the hell are you looking at? Is this funny to you? Giving an immediate smirk, she said “Damn. And I thought I was defensive. No, I don’t find it funny--you look like you could use some help, actually. Want me to lend you a hand, Ev?” Her voice was practically dripping with sarcastic animosity. It’s not like she thought she’d actually accept Avery’s offer--after what she’d threatened to do to Rhea, she’d be idiotic to let the mother within three feet of her. Avery had made many mistakes in her life but Rhea hadn’t been one them. In fact, she’d felt the world shift beneath her feet the first time that little pink bundle had been placed in her arms and at least for a while, that’s all that seemed to matter. After becoming a mother, Avery thought that she could change for good, for the better, for her child. Clearly, however, that was not the case. In retrospect, as much as she missed her, it was easier for everyone if Rhea was in Boston with Noah. Sure, Noah certainly wasn’t perfect but the truth that nobody knew was that Avery had been the demise of their relationship, not him. In all honesty, it was better that they’d never gotten married, for she would’ve been a nightmare of a wife. It was better for everyone if Rhea was somewhere else safe and Avery could do what she did best without having to worry about jeopardizing her child’s life in the process.

[english-with-avery]

prxphcts​:

Cyrek nodded his head, relieved to hear it. It was too trivial for her to listen in on the couple knocking coconuts, deciding he could take her word on that sentiment, if nothing else. Grudgingly, he stood to his full height and faced her while she spoke. His broad shoulders were sloped, though moderately tensed into a slight arc, and his feet were planted firmly in place. Red contact lenses aided the disadvantage of the emotions that could be potent in the pinnacle of his eyes, flickering in the moonlight, although he was cautious not to take his eyes off of her. After Evren had lost her temperament with Avery, it would be unsurprising if the brunette decided to take matters into her own hands and potentially execute with him standing out in the open, by his lonesome, and for all intents and purposes – vulnerable. ( He could imagine that Lieseil wouldn’t be happy if she did, though. Hours of sleep had been lost picturing what the older, sadistic gentleman would dare inflict on either of the pair if he could get his palps on them, latex gloves and all. Worse than running several circuits of voltage in his brain? Almost definitely. ) He had penchant for dissecting and misconstruing the sentences of others, jaded of their intentions with him and tunnel-visioned to the black-and-white perspective he had carved out in his youth. Thus, when she began to express her gratefulness that he had spared the life of her daughter, in essence, the shadow that the waving corn cast across his countenance mirrored the stagnant silence. Reticence had blanketed him since the so-called witch hunt, apprehensive that if he were to do anything but try to blend in with the crowd, working his mundane and stupid odd jobs for the millionth time, it would draw attention to him and open fire on the safety of his family. Better to clench his jaw and bear it. You should’ve stayed far away; every time he had tried to fathom it, though, he had lingered on the overbearing image in his head of Amaris, growing up without her father and allowing kids to demean and belittle her. Little Amaris losing her innocence too young, like him, lacking the double-dosage of guidance that two parents could offer and creature comfort for their embrace, and repetition of the own antithesis of his “path” to a loving family – the thought of his little girl growing up and bleeding out on the bathroom floor like her father was daunting, indescribably devastating without its reality. 

“She’s a kid.” His answer was deadpanned, light tones containing their typical creak and the snort that filled the pause was equally whinged, troubling himself to breathe deeply. Surly, and now jacketless, punk withdrew his inhaler from his pocket and cupped his hands around it, breathing in the spritz of refreshing breath. Cyrek tilted his head, brows stitching together and accentuating their sharp curve, his gaze wandering side to side as if to scan the vicinity for another helping of unwarranted company. His fingers toyed with the contraption in his hands, long fingernails clicking against the metal, and his shoulders lifted and fell boredly. “I might fuck people up, but I don’t believe in fuckin’ murder. Human life is precious unless you’re a total piece of shit.” So are you, he flicked himself back, denigration urging the grinding of his teeth briefly. Despite himself, a loud exhale emitted through his teeth sounded like mirth, tucking the inhaler away and swapping it for the cigarette tucked behind his ear. “Yeah, she only really listens to my dumb arse. Don’t know why.” Like a collie, she’d probably fucking sit if he told her to, and while others usually had them wrapped around his finger, it appeared their relationship was the other way around. Befuddling as it was, it had its advantages – and disadvantages, on grueling days that his hot temperament might suggest her to do something he normally wouldn’t desire, or when her gung-ho attitude garnered his irritation that she couldn’t use common sense for herself. ( Of course, she wouldn’t be the love of his life without a handful of nuisances that elicited considerable chagrin. ) A finger lifted to twirl and tug a tousled curl at the base of his forehead, reluctantly allowing the raven, natural, bouncy hair to freely whump around as it pleased to suit the costume. “I have a kid with Evren, and I know she wouldn’t fuckin’ want the situation turned on her,” he concluded, his head shifting from side to side, “We don’t have to get together and sing fuckin’ kumbaya over it. But whatever beef your… fuckin’ ventriloquist has with us, leave her out of it. I don’t want anyone stressin’ her out when we’re tryin’ to fuckin’ – make pancakes.” 

She’s a kid. She simply nodded, his words enough of an explanation. And now, because Cyrek had stepped in, because Avery had sent her daughter away, she could continue to be a kid. Noah was still barely speaking to her, though he diligently let Rhea use his phone every other day so she could FaceTime her mom. Now that she was a thousands of miles away, it seemed like the little girl was growing up even faster than before. When he pulled out his inhaler, she hid the surprise that threatened to overtake her face. She didn’t know he had asthma--she was positive he hadn’t always had asthma, surely that would’ve been in his file. Perhaps if she was doing her duty and carrying out her boss’ wishes, she’d quickly find a way to exploit and take advantage of that weakness but honestly, she didn’t have the damn energy. So instead, she just said nothing. I might fuck people up but I don’t believe in fucking murder. Human life is precious unless you’re a total piece of shit. She couldn’t tell if what he said were digs--they felt like digs and it’s not like she could blame him if they were. Besides, she supposed it was rather fair to say by now that she in fact was a total piece of shit who believed in murder. No, she would never actually say that she believed in murder but she was in fact a murderer--wasn’t that proof enough? She wondered if she made Cyrek feel uneasy, unsafe. Was he afraid of her? She usually carried her handgun on her these days, mostly for protection, but she’d left it in her car. She didn’t think he’d do anything to her--he was far too kind to lay a finger on any woman, even if that woman had done him wrong. They hadn’t exactly been close before everything had happened. Perhaps they were almost-friends but even then, she’d still betrayed him and she was certain that he’d felt blindsided when Evren had finally put all of the pieces together. I have a kid with Evren, and I know she wouldn’t fucking want the situation turned on her. She’d heard about their ‘surprise’ child and when Avery had dug into the reports--files that were technically off limits to her--she’d been horrified to learn about how they’d taken Evren’s child from her, right from birth. Nodding, she said “Well, thank you.” No need to fawn over the fact, a quick ‘thank you’ would suffice. Truly, she could thank him forever but she worried he’d think it was insincere the more she said it. We don’t have to get together and sing fucking kumbaya over it. But whatever beef your...fucking ventriloquist has with us, leave her out of it. The prospect of Liesel behind her ventriloquist was rather fitting, as much as she hated to admit it. It’s not like she was herself anymore anyways. Still, even on the surface, it wasn’t the simple. She’d been tasked with keeping her eye on the both of them, a job that had proven rather difficult once she’d been found out. She was even more surprised that he openly admitted to her that they were trying to pregnant--what else could ‘making pancakes’ fucking mean? She paused, unsure of what to say next. Don’t do it. “I don’t want to go after her. Or you. If I had it my way, I’d leave you two alone and you’d never have to see my sorry ass ever again.” But it wasn’t that simple. She’d gotten herself into this mess and now, when she was doing so well, she couldn’t just suddenly stop reporting information to her boss--they’d terminate her for sure. If it were up to her, she’d gladly take him up on singing kumbaya around the campfire but that just wasn’t possible.

[iwoulddie4-poetry]

“Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die”

~ (varying sources including Saint Augustine, Nelson Mandela, Carrie Fischer etc. )