There are no bargains between lions and men

Ember screamed.

#fuck me up

emilythxrne

eleventh.

emilythxrne

“Great.” She gave her a polite smile before starting up the stairs. Emily was glad the woman was a stranger; it made her evening more interesting. Knowledge was power, after all. “I’m Emily.”

“Hi, Emily. I’m Ember Grace.” She said pleasantly enough, following after the older woman. “What’s the occasion?”

June 3

She knew Em was right, but she shrugged as if she weren’t sure. “I can’t promise anything, but I’ll try not to scream, at least today.” Amy did scoff at the last sentence before she could stop herself. “Oh, not everyone..not that it matters, I just…thought he did is all.” Instant regret. Quickly, she tried to change the subject. “So how are you?”

“Hey, if you think it’ll make you feel better, by all means.” She said softly, shrugging.

Ember narrowed her eyes, ignoring the rushed question. “He, who?”

“How touching.”

“What can I say, I’m a sentimental and generally pleasant person.”

emilythxrne

eleventh.

“Would anyone care to share a drink or two?”

“I’m not opposed.”

June 3

Amy sighed sadly. Of course she’d wind up snapping at someone she hadn’t talked to in a while. It was just that kind of day. “S’okay. I just…shouldn’t have gotten out of bed at all this morning, I guess.” She attempted to make it sound like a joke but half-failed. In reality, she really wished she hadn’t left her room at all, even if it was so lonely she felt like she was suffocating. She deserved that anyway.

“Getting up is always good, Amy. You’d be more unhappy if you were locked away on your own. Believe me, you could scream at me, and I wouldn’t take much offence. We all love you, here.”

“All a matter of perception, dear.”

“You can call me ‘Ember.’”

June 3

“Do you mind? I have a headache.”

“Huh. Sorry.”

“Want to check?”

“That’s weird.”

Scott rubbed his eyes with his free hand, partly because he was tired and partly because it would buy him some more time to think; the other was still wrapped around Em’s. He was uncomfortable with the idea of sharing this with someone else, even if it was Ember, because it meant giving them more problems to deal with, and that wasn’t fair. On the other hand, he knew Em wouldn’t just drop it. “I just have.. no idea what I’m doing. Everything happened so fast, and I have this feeling like I’m running out of time. I know it’s stupid, I just.. don’t know what to think.” Scott paused. “I have so many things to apologise for, I don’t know where to begin. I don’t know what happened to me, I dont get it. I just.. checked out.” It was grief and it was manipulation, but Scott still struggled to come to terms with it. “— but I know it was wrong, and I’m so sorry for all of it. I’m just.. confused, and now more things are happening. It’s okay,” he added, not wanting her to worry, “but.. that’s what’s bothering me, I guess. I just don’t know.” Learned helplessness. Still not his fault. “I don’t know how to help anyone, but I want to. And I can’t go to anyone for answers, because there aren’t any.”

#wow i rly like your writing in this reply specifically #i mean in all replies tbh #but something about this one made the writer in me g i d d y

“I’m missing something. Who is it you think you have to apologize to, Scott?” She thought that was a good a place to start as any. Scott had made it into a vague, arbitrary weight, and if she could get him down to the specifics of the problem, maybe there was a more obvious solution to it. Of course, Ember doubted that that was the case. It would take more finesse than that. “You ‘checked out’?”

“Scott, your need to help everyone has always,” she shrugged one shoulder, “been one of my favourite qualities of yours. On paper, it’s admirable. At first glance, it’s admirable. Thing is, you can’t, you’re unable, to help everyone all the time and I don’t ... I don’t think it’s sustainable. It’s hurting you. I would say... I might say it’s become an obsession, at this point. You have to accept what you can’t change. You’re not perfect.”

Finally, he gave up. “Everything. Everything’s bothering me.”

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“Everything?” Ember repeated gently, encouraging him to continue on.

onceandfxture

18th may.

onceandfxture

Arthur didn’t reply to Ember’s question straight away; a small part of him allowing himself to enjoy the feeling of the embrace while the rest wanted to shudder at the thought of tainting her with the growing feeling of fear and what would follow it. He closed his eyes for a moment before murmuring.“Dreams,” as if it were only that simple. He swallowed. “You?” He asked, wondering why Ember would be wondering the halls this late.

The pause worried her, but Ember kept on hugging him and wouldn’t let go until he had answered. The eventual reply wasn’t surprising (she had expected as much,) but troubling, nonetheless. She tried not to let the anxious fluttering in her stomach make its way to her expression. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Bored. Can’t sleep,” Ember chuckled half-heartedly at her own joke.

“Do I look like a pencil distributer?”

“Is there one up your ass?”

He tried to act nonchalant about it, despite her groan. “But that’s it.”

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“No, it’s not. Liar.”

iangallagherism

“Well.. I wanted to fight. And we needed a place to stay after our house got bombed, so. Heard about this place, convinced my sister to let us come, and that’s all I got. What about you?”

#boo you whore (at my broken gif)#she was smiling i'm p sure

“Roped in when I was young and naive. You can fight?”

Lucky. He guessed it was a good a word as any. He knew Ember had never wanted to be a vampire, could see how much she’d hated it, so in a way, he agreed. Of course he’d never have wanted her to die for a second time, let alone the first, but if she was happier, then so was he. At her request, he glanced around, noticing the others. Scott liked most of the people on their floor, but it still made him uncomfortable. So he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his room, letting go only when he’d reached his bed. Then he sat on it cross-legged, shrugging at her. “Well.. I just get bothered when other people are bothered.” He wondered if that was good enough. Probably not.

#OMG AHAH DON'T BE SORRY #I feel so awks at the idea of answering threads after my five-million year hiatus so I feel #also the shoving is fine of c please

Ember let him tow her into his room, one eyebrow raising. This was promising, she thought, because she knew he was secretive about things such as these. It made sense that he wouldn’t risk anyone listening in. In hearing what he had to say, Ember groaned, giving him a look. “Scott. Christ's sake, I love you, but you've beat the bush to death.”

iangallagherism

“— Really?” Good to know they weren’t the only ones.

“Well I’ve got sense, promise. But is this a test? ‘Cause I’m not great without prep. That’s more my brother’s area.”