Lion Hearted

@Lavendertbh: 21. And from our rotting bodies flowers will grow and we are in them and this is eternity" +

[lavendertbh-blog]

God I suck I died for like five days, but I’m still here don’t worry I’ll be working on replies soon

[lavendertbh-blog]

sorry I wasn’t on yesterday I was super sick but I’m feeling a bit better so i’ll get to replies in a bit

[isaac-day-blog]

It should hurt more than what he’s already feeling – should give him some sort of discomfort that doesn’t stem from vague amusement, buried too deep to translate onto his features, and he even has the active thought: feel something, Isaac. Feel something. Unfortunately, it just doesn’t come, and as he approaches her his nose twitches with the scent of her cigarette, making him wonder vaguely what it would be like if he asked her for one. Probably worse than the first time. “You have no idea.” He says, no sarcasm in his tone, no flippant irony. It’s flat, blank, like he’s stating a fact rather than offering her a return to whatever piss-poor banter that comment was supposed to be. She laughed after, so maybe she was trying to make a joke. Funny. “That’s really pathetic, you know.” Another statement of fact; if something that vile tastes like home to her, he can only imagine he isn’t the only one with shitty parents. Regardless, he finds himself sitting down next to where she is, knees pulled up to his chest as he tugs down the sleeves of his jacket to cover his hands. He wraps his arms around his legs after that, and focuses on the city rather than his company. “I tried to be once – let’s just say it wasn’t the bad habit for me.”

[lavendertbh-blog]

Tonight it hurt a little more to breath than usual and it had nothing to do with her bad habit anymore, or at least not this one. There was a cold that ached through her bones in this town. Ever since she moved back there had been an undertone of pain every time she caught flashes of her life before. Not that it was a terrible one, but she had a way of making things feel bigger so she didn’t feel so small. Small enough to fit into the palm of a hand, one to control her. She was grew tired of being the play thing years ago and traded that in for the title of the player. Yet she still found ways to get hooked. Hooked. Hooked on people, the one’s she’d kiss the ground they walk on. Hooked on the one’s she touched like fire, never to return. Hooked on the chemical package in her left hand, slowly burning till it was no more than a butt. She ashes it one more time before watching it fall into the darkness. “Tell me about it.” Her voiced stayed steady, no shift in tone, no peaks, not even phased by it. Her hands move in sync with her lips, pulling another stick out of the pack, flipping her lighter open, and starting the cycle again. She wasn’t sure what he was referring to but he was probably right. Pathetic was a good word to describe the girl, but here was her fresh start and she had already fallen into bad habits and old descriptions. Her lungs moved heavy underneath the ash building up mixed with the crisp of the night, she was convinced she’d be stuck there for hours, especially once the boy joined her. It didn’t look like they had any reason to move. Her eye make a quick dash over to him and back to the sky above her. “Whatever kills the pain, right?” She felt as if there was a corresponding gesture for her phrase but all her hands were focused on was adjusting her beanie to cover here ears and being them some relieving warmth and to keep her cigarette on a steady rhythm, in for a drag, out for an exhale. Over and over. “So what’s your poison?”

[oliverprestcn-blog]

Tuesdays seemed to be statistically slower, Oliver found. After two years of standing behind that counter and serving sleepy morning crowds and afternoon buzz-seeking hordes, it wasn’t hard to notice when the activity slowed down. He wasn’t sure what it was about today, but the laziness of business had become expected, and Oliver anticipated it. He’d lugged his backpack with him upon ditching his car in its parallel parking spot outside the shop, ready to hash out some homework between orders and stream his own music rather than the indistinct indie playlist his boss always had hooked up to the speakers. It was just after six and with three hours left in his shift, Oliver hoped to get the last half of his book finished before he handed the closing duties off to whatever employee was scheduled to come in after him. Leaning against the counter with a worn copy of American Psycho and a cold cup of over-sugared coffee beside him, Oliver glanced up as the bell above the door sounded, a soft ting, drawing his eyes up to the figure that wandered through and back down to the words on his page. He hadn’t kept his eyes on them long enough to make out an identity, just to recognize that there was someone that might need his attention at some point, and tried to submerge himself back into his story. He only hoped whatever they needed wouldn’t come up until he finished the chapter – he was having a hard time focusing as it was.

[lavendertbh-blog]

She had been stuck in her room but out of her head all day, finally giving herself the time to just sit down with her guitar and create, something she hadn’t let herself go off enough to truly enjoy. Being back in this town brought back a lot of memories and feelings she didn’t expect and they had trapped her in a weird headspace. But ofter hours of playing her fingers were blistering and her head was spinning and she needed a small break. She had been ignoring her regular eating pattern (Even thought it was from from regular), and now she was dragging herself out the door and in need of caffeine thus pulling her into the nearest coffee shop. Her ears rang from the music, unsure if she liked it or not as it kept jumping from one song to the next, lacking the flow she desired. The line was short and she made it to the front in just a few steps. “Surprise me.” She spoke softly, with a half smile pulling on her lips. She never was a fan of having one go to order, and a big fan of forcing people to have a little fun with their job.

[rorydear-blog]

Rory had been at Marlborough just over a month and there was one place she hadn’t yet explored – the roof. Perhaps it was because Isaac had told her it was a place where he liked to go – a place of solitude. She feels that enough on her own without needing to deliberately evoke it but now, she’s curious and the stairs, though far from feeling familiar, are fairly easy for the sightless girl to follow upwards. The burst of cool air comes as a jolt to her system but she moves out instead of retreating in. The drag of her cane along the cemented rooftop sounds skittering, stark among the otherwise silence – that is until someone is calling out, presumably to her. “Oh,” she exhales, pausing in her cautions steps. “I’m sorry – I didn’t realize anyone was up here.” Which, of course she didn’t. Blindness tends not to allow for that information to be processed without other indicators.

[lavendertbh-blog]

She heard a soft drag in the background, but it was just a small detail she chose to ignore. “Don’t worry.” Her words almost got lost in the air like the smoke wafting off the end of her burning cigarette. She had yet to turn toward the voice, not sure if she cared enough to look. Eventually she gave into social norms reminding herself she moved back to get out of this downward spiral of a rut. Locks of blue whisped through the breeze as she glances back, seeing a beautiful girl with a distinguishing accessory. She didn’t think much about besides that fact that the little brunette made it look good. “Feel free to join me if a little smoke doesn’t bother you.”

[tinycameron-blog]

“I’m, uh, I’m not sure I’d have quite enough material to write a book just based off that but it was – it was so sweet. I’d much prefer the novel to the movie but it’s probably harder to read intoxicated? I wouldn’t really know.” Being a complete and utter lightweight, Cammy tends to avoid alcohol unless he’s out with Arsen – then it’s trust in the other male to get him home that frees him to have a few fruity drinks. He ignores the comment about being a hopeless romantic – it confuses him. “George Merriweather is definitely, um, goals.”

[lavendertbh-blog]

“Stay tuned, you never know what the universe will bring you. Not really my type of book, but I’ll take your word on it. I mean I didn’t even really like the movie, but in high school my friends would buy us a handle every time it helped them ‘take’ another virginity. It was disgusting but the beginning of many good nights. The most memorable and forgotten.” She explained getting caught in nostalgia as her words pulled memories back to her attention, playing out like movies. Part of her missed high school, but most of her wish it was all forgotten. “Well if you see him again, let him know how lucky the earth is to have him.”  

[isaac-day-blog]

He doesn’t think much about it, doesn’t pause extensively on it just yet through the relative darkness of the night. He can see the way the shadows fall over her features, can see the structure, the curve of her cheekbones and the slope of her nose; there’s a familiar twinge of appreciation buried somewhere in him, but despite his best efforts, it’s too far beneath everything else for him to entertain it. At least right now. He doesn’t have room for beautiful people on cold rooftops. “Fucking tired and in pain.” He responds, the harshness of his words cutting through the still, and if she asks, it’ll be physical. It’ll be from how hard he went down in his class last week, from the bruise on his hip rather than the ones behind his ribs. “How can you stand the taste?” It’s a question that’s meant to distract, to draw attention away from his introduction, or rather lack thereof, and he gestures towards the cigarette with his right hand before tucking it back in against his side. The way he steps forward speaks of hesitance.

[lavendertbh-blog]

She wasn’t very effected by his response, or would she be by anyone’s response. It was too late and the day was too long and her head was filled with a white noise she didn’t know how to turn off. His voice was only a soft hum above it. And it was a real effort to take it in and she realized he had answered her internal question, throwing her a bit, but peaking her interest. He got straight to the point. She liked that in a person. As she entertains these thoughts among with many others she took another drag, each longer than the last. She savored the burn, a beautiful contrast with the frigid air now taking it’s toll on her exposed features, the tip of her ears and nose turn red, blood rushing to fight the chill. After another bit of hesitation she turned back to the boy, who’s weary features soon became obvious. “I was thinking a name, but fucking tired and in pain is a good one I guess. Your parents must have hated you.” A huff of a laugh slipped through her teeth as she offered him a playful smile. Then his words brought her attention back around to the source of her addiction and go to pleasure. The thing that had brought her up here tonight. “I don’t know, It just kind of taste like home by now.” She shrugged it off, not even remember how it tasted the first few packs she went through. “Something tells me you’re not a fan.”   

[indirachouds-deactivated2016070]

“It’s beautiful outside, isn’t it? I love autumn around here so much. It’s a great day for a walk or a bike ride…you up for an adventure?”

[lavendertbh-blog]

“I love going for late night walks and wanders. And in this weather, they’re pretty life changing. This weather does a lot for the ol’ noggin.”

[clarkewtf]

“Okay but would you rather travel back in time to meet your ancestors, or travel into the future to meet the generation of your family you didn’t get to meet before you died?”

[lavendertbh-blog]

“Neither. I know how I got here and I don’t want a flash of where I’m going because that’ll effect the way I view life at the present. I mean can you imagine living knowing the path you’re going to take and feeling obligated to do so and in doing that resenting yourself. Or you might choose to go a totally different way and then the future you was was irrelevant. So I think I’ll stay right here.” 

[tinycameron-blog]

“At work today, this sweet elderly couple wanted my help finding a few books they could read to their grandchildren who were staying for the weekend. Then the, um, the gentleman then pulled me aside and explained that his wife loved to read before bed but her eyesight was going  so he wanted to start reading to her every night. He asked for my suggestions on books she might like and I looked up her past checkouts to give him some idea and, honestly, it was the, uh, the most romantic thing I’ve ever been a part of.” 

[lavendertbh-blog]

“Sounds like you’re ready to right a book, like the notebook or whatever that movie was. I know I watched it once, but I also remember being a bit intoxicated too. It was cute I think. Definitely food for the hopeless romantics out there. I mean you sound a bit of one, so I guess you would know. That does sound really sweet though. That’s like the dream, but I never really thought those things happened without a script.”

[lizreid]

After a few years of keeping it on my phone, and getting angry every time I play it, I have officially deleted flappy birds off my phone. I know, I know– it’s some pretty serious stuff, but I just had to let you know.

[lavendertbh-blog]

“That game was so shitty, why did you even download it in the first place. And please don’t say because of the hype on the internet, because they hype a new game every week and they’re always stupid. Also, this wasn’t very important news, just so you know.”

[ctrlluna-deactivated20160116]

Did you know you can make like 35 bucks by donating your plasma? And it only takes an hour. That’s right–$35 per hour. Is that a dream job or what?

[lavendertbh-blog]

“I’m not a fan of the idea of selling any part of my body”

[hannahxclark]

Hannah made her way up the all too familiar stairs, the ones that led all the way up to the roof. The roof was always her safe place, even if maybe it wasn’t exactly the safest place. She found herself up there whenever she needed some alone time to clear her mind and calm herself. Hannah knew she wasn’t alone on that. But she was usually alone when she was up there. So there was no surprise when the voice of a stranger called out as soon as she opened the door. “Oh,” Hannah said softly and made her way out on the rood. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting someone else to be here. Hope you don’t mind.”

[lavendertbh-blog]

She heard the hints of sincerity in the other’s voice and almost felt bad for her. There was nothing to be sorry about. There’s almost always someone around somewhere, she was never really alone and she didn’t expect to be. “Don’t say sorry.” She meant to excuse her but as always she had to take it too far, “Sorry is a weak man’s word.” She was never a big fan of the phrase, no one ever used it towards her so why should she allow victory to someone else. She lived with commitment and a head to stubborn to let that word come out of her mouth. Mid drag she realized how cold she might have come off as, especially with the chill of the wind on her side. It was almost a bit dramatic in a big picture type of way. But again she never says sorry so she quickly came back to the conversation was a smile smacked on her face. “I’m Lavender.” She sat for a moment taking another short drag, watching the smoke dance in the air to the beat of the wind, almost entranced at the sight, until she realized she had never answered the question. “Not at all, come sit.” She patted the spot next to her, inviting her in to her world of the night.

[isaac-day-blog]

He’s alone tonight. It’s a change for him – or at least that’s how it’s begun to seem lately. Like being alone is suddenly out of the ordinary, and there’s a lot less time spent with his own thoughts than their used to be. He’s grateful for that in some ways, but uncertain as to how to deal with it in others; he can’t become so dependent on somebody’s company that he no longer knows how to cope when it’s not there, and as much as he wishes it weren’t the case, he knows he can’t have him all the time. That’s how he got into this stairwell, how his hand ended up on the doorknob, and how her voice floated to him from across what he expected to be an empty rooftop when the cool late autumn air finally hit him. There’s no one to be blamed for it. It just is. “Hi. Who are you?” He’s met almost everyone in this building at least once, and as the door shuts, he wraps his arms around himself, noting the cloud of smoke about her that disperses at the first sign of a breeze. He tried to smoke once. He thought it would make him edgy. Turns out it just stinks and makes him cough.

[lavendertbh-blog]

Who was she? Words she hadn’t heard in a while as people often didn’t care to ask or she knew them too well for her own good. So here she was, a blank slate and someone who wanted to read what was on it. And now it could be anything, she could be anything. A smile graced her face at the thought. First things first was her name, easy. Lavender, Lavender. She rolled it around on her tongue before letting is fall from her lips and out into the night sky. “I’m Lavender.” Her voice was soft, but distinct, a key factor in her persona. It was breathy, almost etherial, yet had a small twinge of swallowing gravel, just a little scratchy. It took her a moment, but she finally turned toward the boy, her green and gold speckled hues catch on his, they were beautiful. Shit, he was beautiful. “And you are?” She was caught up in curiosity, knowing nobody just comes to waste time on the roof just for the sake of wasting it. This place was an escape. So what was he escaping?

[lavendertbh-blog]

Lavender found herself on the roof just like every night before. Sitting there she stared out at the stars thinking about how it feels to be one. It’d be ward, she decided. Warm like the flame as she lights up her first cigarette of the night. As is began to burn a soft embers cloaked in the milky cloud of smoke. Taking her first drag, long and deep, she felt her problems melt away with the burn in her chest, if for only that moment. Her focus was internalized, processing the day, till she heard the door creek open. “Hello?” She questioned them without even removing her focus from the cig dangling between her middle and index fingers, still burning. 

[lavendertbh-blog]

Hi guys, poping in to say hello! I’m a bit sleepy so this is a pretty boring intro post. Anyways this is Lavender and she’s been in my heart for a while. You can find her bio here, She’s a fragile flower so please love her and me and also let’s plot and chat and all that jazz so hmu or like this and I’ll find you

[dailydoseofstuf]