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Danny Torrance (THE SHINING) indie rp 18+ “There came a time when you realized that moving on was pointless. That you took yourself with you wherever you went.” - Doctor Sleep

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I see. I’m insane from seeing.

Marguerite Duras, Agatha et les Lectures Illimitées (via larmoyante)

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Michael lifted a brow in an amused fashion, his lips pressing against his class as he took a slow swig, “Mmm, well if you’ve ever been to an uptown bar, it’s quite stuffy. People are too arrogant.” he smiles, a lion barring down at his prey, “I much prefer the company of people who are - real.” Michael muses, swirling the liquid in his glass. He hadn’t dressed in a fashion that made him blend in with the locals, a crisp white button up, navy blazer, and nice designer jeans that hugged his hips in an incredible fashion. It was only fitting that he be called out for it.

“My apologies if I’m being too bold for you.” the young man cocks his head to the side, “I can be rather intimidating to some.”

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   Michael was putting him on. Dan knew that as plainly as Michael knew that Dan had never been up to any of those uptown bars he was just disparaging. This was some angle, one Dan didn't quite get, but was still willing to play along with, if it meant he didn't have to spend the twenty bucks that was still burning a hole in his wallet. 

   "You'll probably find that people from places like this aren't going to be too intimidated, man. Annoyed, maybe." And then, because for whatever reason, he thought it was amusing, "Or needy."

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“I highly doubt that.”

There was no need for mind-reading, not with Alfendi around. The man had never been one to mince his words, and he certainly wasn’t going to do so in the company of a woman who had so little time to live. If there was ever a time for honesty, it was in a person’s final hours.

“What Clara would appreciate is for her killer to find justice.” because that was exactly what the man had done– killed her. He’d done so indirectly, but this only made the crime all the more despicable. “She’d appreciate being able to live a long life, not have it snuffed out at the grand old age of nineteen, to be given the opportunity to grow old and have children or buy a caravan and live in the middle of nowhere with half a dozen cats– ANYTHING, that isn’t this.”

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   Dan had heard something like this before, on more than one occasion. Usually the speech came from a place of grief and hurt, but sometimes anger was the catalyst too. It had something to do with the healthy living, trying to rationalize the helpless dying. It made sense to refute it and demand they deserve more when, Dan found, the truth was nearly opposite. The girls time had simply run out. 

   But she was adapting, the dying mind sometimes held an old rationalization that the healthy just couldn't. All thoughts of the now impossible future were forgotten, and in lieu of that something like acceptance and fear. He felt fear mostly, fear of being nothing, fear of being forgotten. It was why he was there at all, to help.

   "Yeah, maybe. But you should stay all the same." Dan said. He walked to the other side of her hospital bed and looked down. "How do you know her?"

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     she’s used to the questions – understands the reason behind them and she knows the fear well, has those same questions some days because he’s so wonderful and she still doesn’t understand how she was able to snag him. she doesn’t get vocal, though – she’s just got those days where she gets real quiet and is all but glued to the others side – as if she’s afraid he’s gonna vanish.

     she turns her head, pressing her lips to his cheek before she pulls them to a stop. ❝ i’m the happiest i’ve ever been, baby. I’d say we’re real good. ❞ and she means it – been a long time since she’s felt so comfortable around another person and fuck she loves him so much – not that she’s ever said the words; fear keeps those locked up tight & she prays she finds a day she’s brave enough to say it to him.

    she leans forward, hands lifting to cup his face as she presses her lips against his in a kiss that’s not gentle, but it wouldn’t be considered rough by any standards. savoring the moment, she pulls away after a minute or so before her hand seeks out his own and laces her fingers through his own.

                  ❝ let’s get to the bookstore before it closes. ❞

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   The kiss was the final sweeping gesture that hurried away all of those negative, doubtful thoughts, and tucked them back into whatever dark creases of Dan's mind that they lived and bred. She had found a way to shut down all that negativity with just a smile and a touch and Dan didn't know if he could ever truly express how grateful he was for that. 

   He kissed her back, ending it in something like a smile. Relieved.

   "Right. Bookstore." 

   They walked the few blocks hand in hand not really speaking. Dan's mind had turned over to more pleasant thoughts, things like how soon it would be before he stopped paying rent at his own dingy apartment that he hardly went to anymore and moved in with Kat. He thought of how long the two of them had been exclusive, and knew the time to be at least triple it had been with any of his other girlfriends. He wondered if it was the same for her. He thought so. Or close, anyway. 

   At the shop, he opened the door for her and followed her inside. "Find something you like, I'll go talk to your boy." He dropped her a wink. "I'd rather not have him droolin' while business is bein' done, y'see."

[fulsii-blog]

been a bit spacey in regards to dan this past week and a half. i blame work and excessive drinking. haa? but i want to be around more. i’ll queue the replies i worked on during the week. hope everyone is doing well. hugs a lot. 

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( lost in thought, elijah stood beside the couch. something about dan tickles at the far reaches and corners of his brain -- a familiarity of sorts but one that he can't grasp at. this brought about the appearance of a puzzled frown that took the place of his look of disgust. for a moment, he seemed to catch a whiff of autumn on the air, a sensation that perplexed him even further. what was it about this guy? and why did elijah even care? )

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i can see the ground i can't see you

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“I was afraid of my own thoughts and the thoughts behind my thoughts. ”

Friedrich Nietzsche (via naturaekos)

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( begrudgingly deposits a blanket atop the passed out form sprawled over his couch. his nose wrinkles in slight distaste at the fact that dan smells like he bathed in alcohol. kids these days. never mind the fact that dan is older than he is. though, he's not sure by how much because the asshole isn't big on sharing. )

( his dreamless sleep is accented with an uncommon warmth. if asked, he could only explain it as the colour RED. not red like a fire, or red like a sunlight, but red like a leaf, just before it falls from its branch in late fall. there’s an odd comfort in it that is tied to a memory he can’t see. dan only knows he feels better for it )

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( it's not jake's turn to take the bed but he's done so anyways and he has no intentions of moving. all that snoring he's doing is proof of that. )

Tries really hard not to pull the little bastard out of bed.Stubbornly takes blanket and goes to sleep on couch.

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Reid, listen to me.

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But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.

Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why  (via wordsnquotes)

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