/* 𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏

I am reminded sometimes the / floundering can be / gentle while also singed. / Here, my body tilts forward in an eternal rocking.

[larcenys]

#𝙇𝘼𝙍𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙔𝙎 :  “ if  you  get  hungry  enough  ( … )  you  start  eating  your  own  heart . ”      “  mine  ate  me .  what  does  that  make  of  this  hunger ? ”

♠   𝐣𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 * intro . threads . mirror

☾   𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐣 𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐟𝐚  intro . threads . mirror

[larcenys]

illsfates​ : teddy 

his smile , boyish and perfectly sheepish has cast down at her . though she had pulled from him , leaving him aching for closeness once more . if it were up to laurie , he simply couldn’t have let her go if he tried . due to their last conversation and exactly where it had led , he was relieved jo was even speaking with him . “ oh , woe is me . i’ll be in need of consolation , i may never recover , jo . i simply may not ! “ a hand clutched to his chest , falling into the theatrical banter that was common for the pairing . it felt like no time had passed , that this simple exchange was following their previous pattern and laurie loved it . 

“ a frog ? i was going for a deer at the very least . long legs and all . “ he stated definitively , with hands tapping at his long and lean legs . surely deerlike in nature . now , in any other respect , laurie should have taken jo very seriously . though with the topic of amy , he genuinely believed her to be joking , playing along with their charade . so .. he began to laugh . one arm over his torso as he allowed a chuckle to race through him . “ i’m sure a nice bowl of fruit as a muse will do the trick . easier to paint . “ rubbing of his eyes , brushing any stay tears of humor from his face , teddy answers the question with pride . “ well , i had been in europe a few days . three to be exact . though .. then i woke up here . that’s everything . “

   ゛  ;         ♠            »            “                “ what misery it must have been ! to have lived in this world for so long without your best friend. ” the word felt bitter on her tongue, a cruel reminder of a foolish heart , haunted by now meaningless regrets and what ifs. yet, every cell in her body was still tied painfully to him, feelings withering and rotting inside her. she wouldn’t make the same mistakes again. allowing her feelings to take over her, risking to be hurt again, like last time. when she almost gave him the letter. instead she’d left that festering wound untouched, no matter how much it hurt, begging to be mended. “ such a pitiful boy ! ” jo wiped a fake tear, wishing that nothing had ever changed. that she could bottle this moment up.

“ i’m afraid i must disappoint you, teddy. but you did look like a frog, a very handsome one though . ” she teased him but the lightness in her tone would fade soon afterwards. her brows knitted in a frown and his laughter barely returned.  jo forced a tight smile, keeping the truth from being spoken as she watched him silently, waiting for the moment he’d finally realize. waiting for her heart to be dropped again like glass, leaving her splintered, alone while she’d pick up the pieces. but the moment never came. “ oh, of course … i should’ve known better - that actually happened to me , too ” she swallowed down her guilt, only for panic to cloud her racing thoughts. “ teddy, would you like to dance with me ? ”

[amerie-wadia]

Saoirse Ronan as JO MARCH in Little Women

[metamorphesque]

— Franny Choi, Shokushu Goukan for the Cyborg Soul

[larcenys]

sweetncthiing​ : hope

“secret witch meetings?” that was definitely enough to catch hope’s attention; she didn’t just believe in that stuff, she’d practically lived her entire life surrounded by it. perhaps that played a part in why she felt a little more at ease as soon as she’d entered the shop, though she hadn’t been able to put a finger on why, exactly — until now. it was familiar territory in a strange place, after all. “not much of a secret if everyone’s talking about it, though,” she pointed, with a nonchalant shrug, as she eyed the spines of the books on the shelves before her. technically, hope hadn’t heard about those rumors until right now, but she’d heard about the hype beforehand, and that was enough for her to stop by. either way, it was a bad kept secret. “not sure why they’re keeping it a secret either. what kind of cult is forming here?”

゛ ;     ☾      »       “  yes, people call it that . ” her features hardened with suspicion, studying the stranger’s face, picking up clues that might betray her intentions. for someone who apparently didn’t know about these meetings, she was acting unusually nonchalant, shrugging her shoulders so pretentiously lightly as if they weren’t breaking under the weight of her secrets.  “ you seem to be disappointed that so many people know about it. ” inej pointed out, watchful eyes peering at her, anticipating her facade to crack .  “ what kind of book are you looking for ? are you looking for something specific ? ” she asked, “ cult ? no, people claim these are just some harmless meetings … unless you know more about it, am i missing out on something ? ”

[feral-ballad]

Safia Elhillo, from Home Is Not a Country; “Boys”

[Text ID: “the ways i sometimes want both to be looked at / & to disappear”]

[sitpwgs]

“i should so like to see it printed soon,” was all beth said, and smiled in saying it. but there was an unconscious emphasis on the last word, and a wistful look in the eyes that never lost their childlike candor, which chilled jo’s heart for a minute with a foreboding fear, and decided her to make her little venture ‘soon’.

[larcenys]

coldncss​ .

“are you really here or are my eyes deceiving me right now?” grace questioned jokingly as she came to a halt  in front of josephine, hand wrapped around a tulip glass filled with champagne that she’d grabbed from the bar earlier. the brunette’s lips immediately curled up into a warm smile, and being the friendly person she was, she engulfed the female in a hug. “i can’t believe you’re here!” she exclaimed, maybe a little too excited to see one of the few people she’d met here in lockhollow. “i was seriously starting to think i’d have to spend my evening here at the theater alone, but it’s so good to see you! how have you been? are you enjoying yourself and liking the new theater? tell me everything.” // @larcenys​ for jo march.

—  —  ♠  *    “  your lovely appearance is blessing my eyes, your grace. ” she jests, her tone carrying a dramatic tone. she wraps her arms around her, barely caring about the champagne in grace’s hand, her dress would end up ruined anyway. “ your eyes are deceiving you, indeed ! it is my ghost which has come to visit you as i’m gonna haunt you for the rest of your life because you’ve decided to go out without me.” another dramatic heave escapes her lips, fanning herself as if she was about to faint “ why didn’t you ask me to accompany you ? you know that i’m always eager to be your plus one ! ” jo grinned, linking her arm through hers. “ oh, i’ve been busy, i’m still working on my novel and i thought i’d draw some inspiration from here. what about you ? i haven’t seen you for ages, it seemed like you’ve  disappeared.” meeting grace reminded her of how much she’d missed her, regretting that she failed to contact her many times.  “ the theatre is beautiful, do you like it ? ” it reminded her of what her life used to be like, back then when nights like these felt endless “ but i guess people are more interested about that strange metal disc, you don’t happen to know about it ? ”

[larcenys]

illsfates​ .

his hands are instinctively in her hair , fingers having woven themselves into her curls as he clutches the woman close to him . his embrace was unbridled , which would ultimately leave to a heart more shattered than even before though teddy was more than willing to except this promised crestfallen fortune . jo was here . jo was holding him . jo was all that mattered , as it always had been . " it wouldn't be as fun if you were able to find me ? what a bore of a game hide and seek would be if it was so simple . " his hold is fastened , almost unbreakable and his steady heartbeat had quickened to an almost painful state .

" i often brand that rescue as a team effort , i was simply the beauty of the operation . no brawn or brains . " he states jokingly , laurie's hands had shadowed down to her forearms , maintaining the contact as though she would vanish into thin air had he released her entirely . his expression offers a flash of puzzlement , feeling as though her joke about amy had flown over his head . gullibly , he speaks . " why would i wish to call amy ? i think i'd rather speak to meg or beth if my favorite march proved unavailable . you know , marmee can be quite a busy bee . "

—  —  ♠  *    “ oh is that so ? ” a grin splits her face , childish glee returning to her features as she slowly separates from his embrace. teddy’s appearance had split her open. carved out a weak fragment of time, allowing her to indulge in memories that’d resisted change for so long. and yet there was something irrevocably different in the way her happiness was fleeting. a knife against her heart , twisted by a set fate. “ but i’ve found you . ” silence weighed down the air, jo didn’t mean her eyes to linger for too long , her hand reaching out for his, seeking for his warmth again only to pull it back .  “  i’m afraid you’ve lost the game , ” she feigned nonchalance masked by a dramatic exclaim  “ all your efforts have been in vain , my dear teddy ! you must not cry , my beautiful boy , i’ll lend you my shoulder. ” 

“ you did resemble a beautiful frog , lying on the ice , legs and arms spread apart. ” she teased him. “ i know you’ve always been fond of marmee but amy, she …”  her smile faded into hesitation , and her gaze dropped to his hands, their proximity a proof of her betrayal, “ she really wants to see you, you’re her muse after all, she’s been lacking some inspiration lately … ” how easily a selfish lie could slip through sealed lips of secrecy . shame riddled her as she buried her hands in her pocket, fingers curled around paper, creasing it with guilt.  “ and beth she -  ” time never healed her, her voice would still falter and break every time. she just couldn’t talk about it. “ teddy, how much do you remember ? ”

[emailclub]

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[gwenpendragns]

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[larcenys]

sweetncthiing

eloise’s bookshop was a strange little place. if she was being honest, she was planning to stop by only to see what it was about. she’d heard quite a bit about it, but haven’t gotten the chance to actually explore — but she supposed that was the case for many places around town she’d yet to see. “you come here often?” she asked, turning towards the first person she came across. perhaps it was a bit forward, a bit strange. but hope was never against making the first move; she was never scared to make conversation with people she didn’t know. maybe that came with knowing she could handle herself perfectly fine. “guess i’ve only ever heard good things about this place, but i’m not seeing what the hype’s all about.” / @sweetncthiing

゛ ;     ☾      »      inej rarely found herself in eloise's bookshop and yet the warmth had drawn her in, the smell of paper and ink wrapping the bookshop in a veil of some odd nostalgia ( besides it’d have been a lie if she said the rumors about witch meetings didn’t intrigue her ) . she was browsing through some books, not really sure what she was looking for but somehow she wanted to look busy, fitting in and melting into the crowd of meaningless faces. “ what ? ” she turned around only to meet eyes with a stranger. her body stiffened with suspicion, her instincts always roaring at the surface. “ no, why ? ” she asks, her tone polite though distant. “ well, i think the hype is about the rumors, about witches and wizards and some secret meetings …” she tried to keep the conversation going, an attempt to find out why the stranger spoke to her at the first place. “ i mean if you believe in that stuff …” she certainly did. after all she’d witnessed stranger things before. “ it must be a fascinating place. or have you only come for the books ? ”

[larcenys]

illsfates

the air was brisk , it’s cool wind blowing against laurie’s face . it was refreshing and as much as he had enjoyed his time in europe , there had been truly nothing like this sense of home . it was a warmth that was truly unreachable in any other form . he had found himself on the pond , even so early in the day , his leather skates tight against his ankles as he circled around the outer edge . watching as people came and went , a few mumbled hellos but nothing more .

it was no surprised that he had spotted the curly-haired woman , it seemed that anyone with even the slightest resemblance of jo gravitated into his sight . it brought the same ache , the same questions . this was no different . laurie had skated close enough , just finding himself in the line of sight to be able to determine that this was not in fact josephine march . her voice forces him to freeze , eyes as wide a s a startled fawn . “ i’ll heed the warning . though i would find utter disappointment if you were not to come to my rescue , jo . ” @illsfates

—  —  ♠  *    a familiar voice permeated the echoes of her longing, gently filling the air with the feeling of home. her legs began to move towards it, carefully at first, until desperation invaded her senses, the sharp blades of her loose skates cutting through the snow, her loose skates rubbing against her ankles, almost losing her balance. the sight of him causes her to freeze. a wisp of breath parting her lips with only his name managing to escape, “ teddy … ” jo’s voice almost broke. how long had she been waiting for that moment ? a moment she sometimes feared would never come. and yet she’d been waiting — waiting with a part of her always missing.

“ i -” there she was, with no words ever able to express her longing, running towards him, not caring if the ice was too slippery, wrapping her arms around him and burying her nose deep against his neck ; as if she was about to lose him again.  just one more second, jo told herself, as if one moment too long would rip out a lingering truth in her throat. “ i’ve been waiting for you for so long. where have you been hiding all this time ? ” she broke the embrace, her eyes glimmering with unshed tears of joy. “ of course my boy, of course, i’d at least try to rescue you. ” she smiled, nudging him “  or maybe i’ll just call amy, after all, she owes you her life. ” at the mention of her sister, realization, cold and heavy like a stone, settled in. she wanted to keep that secret for a little while. but she couldn't . “ you must have been looking for her, i can call her right now …”

[larcenys]

illsfates

a snowball fight ? oh , god . emerald eyes having widened at the notion . “ i hope not , i don’t have the best aim . “ only when it came to well-deserving boys , but that was a different story . “ we’re supposed to be building some kind of structure . i’m definitely not the best for this job . i heard one of the competitors have an architect on their team , i think we’re royally screwed . “ @illsfates

゛ ;     ☾      »       “ oh …” embarrassment colored her cheeks gently. no wonder there had been some children giggling at her, pointing at the now painfully awkward pile of snowballs. “ well, i guess i’ll just help you with that, then.” she cleared her throat, brushing back a strand of black hair that had come loose from a wasted effort. “ how much do you care about winning the competition? because, obviously ,we’re royally screwed. ” inej looked over the other displays, realizing that she had not lied about one of them being an architect. “ i mean, we do have snowballs and my aim is pretty good … it’d be a tragedy if some were about to throw a snowball on it.”

[reflected-in-films]

Little Women (2019)

dir. Greta Gerwig

[luthienne]

heaven-haunted / her eyes

Franz Wright, from God's Silence; "E.D. in Coma"

[larcenys]

bcnished​.

CHRISTMAS MUSIC sang in the background below the chatter of mindless conversations along the bartop. restless fingers drummed on the rubber mats where the drinks were made as the metalhead waited for the next parton to approach. the muffled, barely made out sound of wham’s last christmas had him transported into another world when the customer seated at the other end of the bar waved him down for another beer. a nod of his head in that direction had him reaching behind for another bottle of ale, unaware of the new person seated right in front of him until the sound of the bar stool scraping against the floor was heard. ’ what can i do ya for, sweetheart? something to keep ya warm from the weather outside? ’ the snap of the bottle cap came off as he walked it over to the other male, bisre hues locating the individual as he waited.

open to all !

—  —     ☾  *   inej staggered to the bar, strands of thick black hair sticking to her face almost blinding her. her cheeks were flushed  a faint pink, something she blamed the cold for rather than the embarrassment she felt, her usual collected exterior failing her as wham’s last christmas was accompanying her during her short walk of shame. she kept her gaze on the ground, dragging her tired limbs to the furthest corner of the bar, plopping onto the stool as she stretched her legs, her heavy lids almost falling shut from exhaustion. “ uh. ” she stared at the other, almost having forgotten that she was supposed to order something “ a hot chocolate  … maybe ? or a blanket . ”