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[hividy-blog]

         It seemed she’d encountered something troublesome-- or, well, perhaps troublesome in the mind of someone that lacked the consistent urge to meddle in the affairs of others.  Bullying--? A smaller boy was locked in place by the men that circled him, but judging by the way in which they spoke and the threatening aura they gave off, it seemed more serious than that.  ‘ What should I do...? ‘  She’d already decided to help him out, but the question was:  what could she do...?

                    “  … H-Hey--! Over here !!  “  the girl called out rather thoughtlessly, poking her head out from behind the corner where she’d hidden.

[prsthetcs-blog]

     actual affection- not just something gross and sexual? genuine soft affection? it made emmie’s cheeks burn red with embarrassment and she looked down to the ground, staring at the small patterns of the carpet floor. she gently squeezed at luci’s hand and smiled as she did so.

     “i need to keep you safe, too. how can we keep each other safe?”

[hividy-blog]

           At those words, Lucienne’s smile seemed to glow, emanating kindness as her delicate fingers were carefully woven together with Emmie’s.  There was something she found so pure about the girl-- something that others might miss at the fault of their own hasty judgments. And yet, it made her sad, and she couldn’t easily determine why, neglecting to continue poking and prodding at the feeling for fear of turning it over and finding something ugly underneath.

                      “  ... let’s just stay together. if we’re together, we’ll be invincible.  “

[prsthetcs-blog]

     emmie had never felt a motherly touch all her life- someone handling her with such care was new to her, and it surprised the poor girl. she took her own hand and held onto the girl’s, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

     “i’m told that enough by my sister, i don’t need my girlfriend to tell me it too.”

[hividy-blog]

            Her smile was warm, understanding, and Lucienne raised her head to meet her girlfriend’s gaze with kind eyes. It wasn’t fair-- how roughed up she always seemed to get. Emmie, in her own eyes, was a girl to be treated with gentle care ; she needed to know that she was loved.

                       “  sorry–  i just ... feel like i need to keep you safe …  “

[prsthetcs-blog]

@hividy

     when the hand gently touched at her swollen and bruised eye, she flinched and begun to shrink away, frowning at this. her voice was soft and hardly there, as she wrapped her arms around herself- trying to get any warmth she could.

     “i’m fine- you know, you worry too much.”

[hividy-blog]

            With a delicate, almost mothering touch, the girl reached out to her company again, lightly caressing the raised patch of discolored skin.  She wore a somber expression, one that betrayed her inner feelings of concern.

                        “  how can i not worry--?   you’re always getting into trouble...  “

[rabbitinthemoon-blog]

An unfamiliar city is a fine thing. That’s the time and place when you can suppose that all the people you meet are nice. It’s dream time.

Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night (via rabbitinthemoon)

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