&. we survive

and i can still see it all in my head back and forth from new york  singing in your bed and i once believed love would be burning red  but it's golden 

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therealfluke‌: 

you know what ? fluke’s spirit animal may have been eeyore, but he could still crack a smile when need be and the other man’s joke deserved a smile. the highest form of flattery… when he continued talking, fluke’s eyes glanced downward, landing on the guitar that leaned against the bench. “ yeah. ” what a pitiful response he gave as he maneuvered to sit by the other. but now it was his turn to prompt conversation – that was how things worked. pointing at the guitar, he asked, “ how long have you… been playing ? ” what a conversationalist !

with the prompt given to him by the other – the prompt to either play something or play chopsticks – he was given an absolutely brilliant idea ! as he wracked his brain for songs that could suit this idea well, he was certain he looked like… an idiot. then, ah ! lightbulb ! pointing to the guitar once again, he asked, “ do you know ‘hurt’ ? nine inch nails and/or johnny cash ? ” the johnny cash version ? perfect for a piano/guitar duet !

the man reminded him of beck, when he’d first met him. not super talkative but also a bit... lost, maybe. maybe it was more than he reminded eoin of himself, back when he’d lost aoife. like talking was sometimes too hard. “most of me life, but i’m fairly sure i’m still a bit shite at it,” he laughed. “i started like... when i was 6? same with piano, but i kept up with guitar more. what about you?” 

shuffling over a little more, he leaned forward to grab his guitar, then eventually decided to shift seats so as not to hit the other with his guitar as he played. “ahh johnny cash, not too familiar with the nine inch nails version, but the cash version, for sure.”

[eoincorrigvns]

i’m meant to do replies but i’m... dumb. so hit me with a 🍀 for a closed starter from eoin and a 👒 for a closed from @luxcass

[eoincorrigvns]

💭

for every 💭 my muse will reveal a thought they’ve had.

“omelettes are literally the worst kind of egg dish, i hate them so much.”

[eoincorrigvns]

beckcorrigan‌: 

beck’s smile spreads wider when he sees eoin’s smile. he still can’t believe he got this lucky, that they saw each other it was instant. “oh, i have the best husband in the world,” he says it in a teasing tone, but he means it completely. he immediately tightens his arms around eoin, “good, it could’ve been better though…if i had company,” it’s not like him really, he’s never been the smoothest talker.

“do ya now, who is he?” eoin grins, a teasing smile on his face. he leans up and peppers beck’s cheeks with kisses as he holds him close. he’s worried, in the back of his mind there’s a nagging voice that reminds him michael is supposed to be here, but he hasn’t seen him or heard from him. still, he shakes his head, as if that will clear the thoughts away. “oooh, are ya hintin’ at something, beck corrigan?” he smiles again, unable not to when his husband is near. “well, i’m gonna need a shower later, so i think, just maybe, i might get lonely in there, if you don’t mind havin’ another one?”

[eoincorrigvns]

SUNSET. your muse and my muse are sitting on the back patio, looking out over the sunset and catch a glimpse of Wesley going through his loop.

the day is slowly fading away, painting the sky brilliant oranges and pinks, and he wishes he were a photographer, wishes he could capture just how beautiful it is. he feels the same when he sees beck, his husband with the beautiful green eyes and the impossibly beautiful smile. he drags his eyes away from the sunset, slowly turning to the curly haired boy with the dimples. “you want to go get — ” he cuts himself off as he catches a glimpse of something. something that piques his interest. his fingers tighten on beck’s hand. “did you see that?”

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💀

for every 💀 my muse will talk about a deceased relative.

“i… you know, there’s that whole myth about twins, where you can feel what the other feels, like if they’re in pain, you feel it. or if they’re happy, you’re happy. i know it’s not like… twins aren’t a monolith, obviously they’re all different, but for me and aoife, it was like that. we just… knew. i was born exactly 45 seconds before her — sorry ma, no rest for the wicked and all that, and da says we held hands as soon as we were put together. we were a team, right from the get go. we started life together and we were supposed to see it through, we joked once that i would die and 45 seconds later, she would too. that we couldn’t survive without the other. and when she died, when i felt her heart stop, when she stopped being aoife, when she was just a body there and all traces of her, all her essence was gone, i counted. i counted to 45 and waited, because i thought there was no way i was meant to survive without her. it still feels like a mistake, that i should’ve gone with her because that’s not how we were. we were a team, and i let us down.”

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[ sms ]. I’m starving, are you?

[ eoin ]: i could eat... you out[ eoin ]: hehehehehe[ eoin ]: but also, yes, i could go chicken and chips, why is there no nando’s here in this god forsaken country?[ eoin ]: ok i know they have some but it’s not like back home[ eoin ]: what would you like to eat, pet?[ eoin ]: hehehehehe[ eoin ]: do you wanna order in or go down to the kitchens?

[eoincorrigvns]

✍ ✍

for every ✍ i will write a headcanon.

always has an old brown hair elastic around his wrist — it was his twin sister's, the one she had in the day she died, he found it in the bag of her belongings and he never takes it off, no matter the occasion or what he’s doing. it’s starting to fray to the point of near breakage, but he can’t let go of it, can’t take it off, it feels like a little piece of her is with him. but if he gets asked by someone he doesn’t know, he’ll always say he carries it around in case beck wants to tie his hair up.

for every ✍ i will write a headcanon.

a slight ocd issue where he can’t eat if things aren’t plated properly ( well, properly to him ). if he’s getting a burger and chips, they can’t be on the same plate otherwise he gets anxious. most of the time, beck has to re-plate his food before he sees it or he gets upset. likewise, he has to eat all the chips first, then the burger. he can’t even pick up the burger until all the chips are gone.  

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😈

😈 Which of the 7 sins are you?

“i guess i’d be lust? maybe pride. my hubris will be my downfall. honestly, i don’t know, is there one where you don’t take life seriously enough?”

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🏠 What is your favorite room of the manor?

🏠 What is your favorite room of the manor?

“our bedroom… or any room with you in it, my darlin’. just as long as you’re with me, i don’t care where we are, because with you, i’m home.”

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[ sms ]. ( wrong number / intercepted text ) i’ll have a extra large pizza with extra cheese and mushrooms.

[ eoin ]: extra mushrooms or regular amount of mushrooms?[ eoin ]: button, shiitake, field, oyster?[ eoin ]: all of the above?

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🏠🎧

🏠 What is your favorite room of the manor?

“i really like harold’s study, you know? has a really chill vibe to it, and any place with a big fireplace that kinda reminds me of home — uh, ireland home, not new york home. i definitely can’t afford a fireplace in new york, though maybe when beck becomes a big time artist and i’m his trophy husband.”

🎧 Name your top three favorite songs.

“ooh, circles by post malone, great tune that one. kissing other people by lennon stella, that’s on my sad songs to fuck to playlist that i whip out when i’m feeling romantic but also sad. don’t tell beck. same with leaving by love behind by lewis capaldi. love that fella. he’s smashin’ it lately.”

[manorhq]

THE MANORHQ ASK MEME,

Honesty / Meme Monday has begun ! And, I couldn’t go ahead and let this happen without making a meme tailored to things relating to the manor. Feel free to reblog this and send these to anyone in the group, or reblog any other memes you might find! You are more than welcome to cross anything out you don’t feel comfortable with, and there are different options for drabbles, text starters and questions !

& don’t forget to make sure your ask is open with anon on if you’re comfortable !

QUESTIONS.

🏠 What is your favorite room of the manor?

🎧 Name your top three favorite songs.

🎮 Name your favorite video or board game(s).

👻 Have you talked to any of the ghosts? If so, do you have a favorite?

👨‍💼 What are your thoughts on Toni?

💋 Is there anyone here you might be interested in?

📼 Have you listened to the cassette tape?

🔮 Do you believe in dark magic?

😈 Which of the 7 sins are you?

TEXTS.

[ sms ]. I’m starving, are you?

[ sms ]. someone just knocked on my door and no one was there?

[ sms ]. alive count, please respond if you’re still with us.

[ sms ]. can you tell me what you know?

[ sms ]. who is blasting that music?!?!

[ sms ]. ( wrong number / intercepted text ) i’ll have a extra large pizza with pepperoni.

[ sms ]. ( wrong number / intercepted text ) i miss you i hope you’re okay.

[ sms ]. ( wrong number / intercepted text ) I’m gonna cry someone here hasn’t taken a shower in a week and it smells like pits please save me???

PROMPTS / STARTERS.

SUNSET. your muse and my muse are sitting on the back patio, looking out over the sunset and catch a glimpse of Wesley going through his loop.

TUNNELS. your muse and my muse have decided to try walking through the tunnels, discovering every single tunnel leads to another room of the manor.

BORED GAMES. your muse and my muse have discovered a closet full of board games and have decided to sit down and play a round.

MOONLIGHT. your muse and my muse are outside of the manor far past sunset and into the night, and while talking a shadowy figure can be seen walking through the woods. No matter how hard they try, though, they can’t catch up with it.

FOR EVERY __ MY MUSE / I WILL ___

for every 💀 my muse will talk about a deceased relative.

for every 😇 my muse will talk about a role model.

for every ✍ i will write a headcanon.

for every 👀 my muse will reveal a guilty pleasure.

for every 👥 i will write about an npc.

for every 💭 my muse will reveal a thought they’ve had.

[eoincorrigvns]

rhysrycn‌:

@manorstart​

rhys is exploring, well as much as she can. and if she’s honest she’d been hoping for something to eat – she enters harold crenshaw’s study and smiles softly at the piano. her gran had been a piano teacher her whole life, she’d learned from a young age – been told that someday she should be a concert pianist. instead she ended up playing video games for money, oh well. she sits at the bench and plays a few keys, nothing too fancy really. but when someone else walks in she immediately lifts her hands up, “shit, it’s not just for decoration is it?” 

he hears the piano faintly as he explores, and though he’d been keen to continue on, he detours to see who’s in there. whoever it is, they can play, and play well. leaning against the entrance of the study he sees the girl seated at the piano, posture impossibly good, hands moving over the keys as if they were an extension of her fingers. “sorry, i didn’t mean to interrupt,” he replies, shaking his head. “i don’t think so, i think everything here is fair game.”

[eoincorrigvns]

therealfluke‌: 

there were two areas of the manor fluke found some strange sense of solace in: harold crenshaw’s study and the bench of the grand piano. while the entire manor was reminiscent of his ‘childhood home,’ crenshaw’s study almost perfectly resembled what his mother would deem her ‘casual office’ ; the piano fascinated him, both because of its half-dated / half-new anatomy, as well as the simple fact that it was there and he could play it. when it came into sight, he heard some notes being tapped by a figure he wasn’t acquainted with ( granted, he wasn’t acquainted with many ).

ironically, he hadn’t noticed that the other had noticed him up until a question was posed. then, he offered his usual answer: a shaking head. “ no - no, i think it’s, uh, i think it’s fine. either that or they’ve been, y’know, giving me and, like, uh, half of the other guests free passes. ”

eoin smiled and shrugged. “maybe i’ll get kicked off for being so rusty,” he joked. “much more comfortable with the guitar lately. do you play?” he shook his head. “sorry, you just kinda said you did.” he moved over to the edge of the bench, a non-verbal invite for the other to join him. he hadn’t met too many other people, mostly he’d been looking for michael and spending time with beck. he also wasn’t yet willing to admit that something was going on in this place, strange whisperings, and not just from the tape he’d found the other night. “you gotta be better than me, play me something? or let’s play chopsticks?” he grinned, trying to lighten the mood — to distract himself from his thoughts.

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closed for: @mxdisonhowcll​

sitting on one of the stools around the bench in the kitchen, a cup of hot tea nursed between his hands, eoin felt lost in his thoughts, especially after last night and the recordings he’d heard. he wasn’t sure what to make of this place, and he still hadn’t found his friends — he was worried, had a gut feeling that something wasn’t right. 

still, it was a new day. and all his concerns from last night felt further and further away as the sun rose higher in the sky. he looked up from his phone, and glanced at the woman beside him — she seemed to have appeared from nowhere, he could’ve sworn he was alone a second ago. “the one good thing about reception being patchy here is that i’m not as reliant on my phone, and therefore not loading the us government with ammunition against me. i don’t even know why i brought it with me, i guess it’s a habit. so to the fbi agent monitoring me, i’m having a cup of english breakfast tea without milk this morning. you ever wonder if the person monitoring your phone thinks you’re boring or a massive twat? i want mine to slip up and confirm the moon landing in ‘69 never happened.”

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closed for: @therealfluke​

he’d seen the piano when he’d arrived, a beautiful grand in the front room, and though he hadn’t played properly in a few years, his fingers itched to run over the keys. so he grabbed his guitar ( he tired of the piano quickly, or he had back in the day ), and head down the stairs to the room, leaning the guitar against the stool and seating himself. he cracked his knuckles, then tentatively hit a few notes, feeling a wave of calm wash over him. there was something about playing music that made eoin feel so at ease. so much more himself. so he closed his eyes, muscle memory kicking in as he played old songs from his childhood, ones that reminded him of aoife.

losing himself for a moment, he opened his eyes and almost jumped when he saw that he had an audience. “uh, sorry, am i... not allowed to play this? it was just too beautiful to not...”