[evermissing]

on one bright day in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight …

evermissing: an independent and selective multi-muse. featuring both canon and original characters.

carrd. psd.

[evermissing]

heyyyy. is the brba rp community alive at all or no

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in the hustle and bustle of a run down diner, mari finds the best method of conversation is simple: none. there's no drone and drag of a sentence, no lull and lag to someone's words. there's just her, a continually re-read book, and a stack of pancakes that pushes its way around a plate, time and time again. (not that that applies, as of late. recently, it's been nothing but low murmurs of responses, the soft scrape of someone else's fork, mornings flush with a back and forth that, while not chosen, isn't deterred, either.) so, maybe she's going soft. or, perhaps her walls are growing weak. but if she was honest, maybe she'd admit that there are some spots she can't help but sink inward ... and fates that she can't deny.

"people would rather laugh at me than believe me." — @evermissing, flynn lambert.

it's an island of misfits toys. a collection of outcasts, gathered by their strings. mari dips out, dives up, and dances around the truth, but the fact of the matter is this: sometimes, it's just nice to talk to someone. "fuck them." mari spits out of the side of her mouth, a glass of orange juice inching into her palm. a glance out of the window lingers her gaze along a passerby, before pivoting back towards flynn. "people j — just laugh at shit they can't understand. that doesn't make them right, it just makes them stupid." a scoff, as a sip knocks itself back between teeth. the cup returns to its place, and her focus recenters. "maybe those assholes should pick up a book, or some shit. might give them some p — perspective, at least."

[evermissing]

there was a time when making friends came much more easily, back in albuquerque he had secured a few close confidants by his teens. people he wasn’t afraid to confide in or open up to. louis especially. it’s been awhile since he’s heard from him, but sometimes when he sits in this diner and watches passers by he wonders what his old best friend might be up to. nowadays he hardly tells people much more than his name, which in itself is a sort of cover up. as soon as his father ceased being his dad and instead became an international phenomenon, he lost the luxury of being able to make new friends easily.

being in a new place all on his own was at first seen as a golden opportunity to have a generally decent social life again, but it seems like his father's shadow stretches farther than he thought it could. this diner is somewhere he can come to cease thinking about all of that, and instead focus on a plate chalked to the brim with bacon and eggs. over time it became somewhere he could have conversations with someone devoid of the worry that whoever it is that’s opposite him will discover the secret of who he is and revolt — or worse, take advantage. somehow with mari there aren’t any of the normal confines of social expectations. they just talk.

a chuckle comes forward, easy and light. “you’re right,” he tells her, heaving a sigh. “people are b — bullshit.” he’s no stranger to being laughed at. his manner of talking, the way his hands move, the way he walks — or rather struggles to, have all been the punchline for years. that he’d gotten used to. but people making fun of him for being the son of heisenberg, he didn’t know if he would ever settle into that. he pulls a cup of coffee closer to him, the steam wafting up from it brushing his face.

“speaking of books,” he says, eyes trailing to a book on the table beside her, “what’s that one you’ve got? is it a — any good?”

[notmorbid]

ordinary monsters: pt. 3.

dialogue prompts from ordinary monsters: a novel by j.m. miro.

you can prepare or you can wait, but worry serves no purpose.

your hands are shaking.

something here doesn't feel right.

it's okay. it was all a long time ago.

it would behoove you to speak more respectfully.

no one says 'dearies'. that's not a thing.

it's not against the law to get rained on.

are you in need of assistance?

you're angry with me. i daresay you might hate me.

you believe you understand what you're fighting for, what you stand for.

i don't believe anything you say.

truth is truth, whether it's known or not.

i've only ever wanted to keep you safe.

it's not the loneliness. it's the solitude.

you can choose what you are, what you will be.

do you remember the way back?

you don't mean to give up, do you?

i thought you were made of stronger stuff.

i thought i was being clever.

you're not planning on doing anything foolish, are you?

i've had a life more interesting than most.

everything seems so simple at your age.

how are you not dead?

drink. eat. it will help.

you seem older, somehow.

you don't have to be like ___. you can choose.

there are things in this world more important than what we want.

i know you think you have to do things, but you don't.

you aren't a bad person.

i loved you like a brother.

just go. go, and don't look back.

bloody americans. always have to make a grand gesture.

no one is ever safe, and there's never a next time.

i've believed in you, all these years.

i am not a monster. i take no pleasure in this.

it always matters.

i was coming back for you. i was.

i guess you just found your own way.

the not knowing was almost the hardest part.

it's not okay. but it'll get better.

one cannot shut one's eyes and trust the horror will flee.

the only way to slay a monster is to confront it in its lair.

not all change is loss. there are other ways of being in the world.

[evermissing]

evermissing: an independent and selective multi-muse. featuring walter white junior from the breaking bad / better call saul universe and more. penned by marie.