maisie lidell

she writes fiction in the form of poetry and likes the idea that maybe this will be the thing that saves her from the brink of her own being.

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dylan + maisie.

“i’m not doing the cupid shuffle.” it’s matter of fact, and he almost regrets leaving his bed at all. the thing is, even during the storm he probably could have slept his way through the end of the world. however, he’d _promised _that he’d be here, so this is where he is. when the other approaches, his gazed is perked up from his spot, a beer in his hand but it’s gone warm to sipping. instead of sticking around for conversation, dylan opts to leave. he’s halfway down an empty hall, rounding the corner when the lights shut off. his frame is immediately darted into, and both of them collided into each other.·“jesus–” two bumped heads, and a few seconds later, he’s pulling back and trying to find his phone that had been knocked to the ground with the other.·“are you alright–· what the hell happened to the lights?”·

❛  oh  fuck  me.  ❜  maisie  groaned  from  the  floor,  reaching  to  the  back  of  her  head  to  make  sure  she  wasn’t  bleeding.  that  would  really  be  the  icing  on  the  shit  cake  of  the  last  few  weeks.  being  deposed  didn’t  do  a  lot  for  someone’s  self  confidence  and  the  party  felt  like  a  kick  in  the  teeth  for  all  she’d  done  and  tried  to  do.  but  she  was  here,  trying  to  make  it  seem  like  bitterness  wasn’t  threatening  to  consume  her,  and  up  until  now,  maisie  hadn’t  been  having  the  worst  time.  ❛  i’m  fine.  ❜  she  told  him  after  a  moment,  getting  back  up  and  steadying  herself,  bringing  both  her  phone  out  of  her  pocket  and  producing  his  phone.  ❛  i  think  this  is  yours.  as  far  as  the  lights,  i  have  no  idea  what  happened.  ❜  turning  on  her  flashlight,  she  mustered  a  half  smile  and  said,  ❛  hey  dylan.  sorry  for  the  run  in.  ❜

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jack + maisie.

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darkness enveloped the room as jack made his way down the hallway, hands clasping his keychain flashlight in his fist. the small trinket blinked small flashes of light; just barely enough to illuminate the way. his slim fingers traced the walls, relying on his sense of touch to keep him from slamming into things. he really needed to get new batteries. 

recognizing an audible, albeit muffled voice through a set of heavy double doors, jack finally stopped in his tracks. pushing the doors open with a gentle kick before sauntering into the room. 

he scanned the room, eyes locking on a certain blonde-haired, green eyed girl, feeling an instant flood of relief. he had worried that she had been injured or pushed around in a frenzied crowd. of course, he’d never utter any of these thoughts out loud. he wouldn’t dare.

“what’s the matter ice queen, scared of a little thunderstorm?” he quipped, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

❛  scared  about  the  storm  ?  no.  ❜  there’s  a  half  smile  on  her  face  as  she  tried  to  push  the  rest  of  her  anxieties  down.  there  was  much  more  that  she  was  worried  about  than  the  storm,  this  was  just  a  contributing  factor.  the  green  lightning  had  her  gears  turning  and  even  though  she  didn’t  want  to  risk  injury  by  leaving  the  room,  part  of  her  did  want  to  run  down  to  the  library  and  see  if  she  could  do  any  research  about  her  theories.  until  then,  though,  she  was  stuck  in  the  lecture  hall  and  debating  the  merits  of  leaving.  and  then  jack  came  in  and  her  worst  thoughts  seemed  to  leave,  if  only  for  a  few  minutes.  ice  queen  hurt  though.  ❛  what  are  you  doing  here  ?  were  you  looking  for  me  ?  ❜

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minnie + maisie.

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                                             simple   .   that   was   the   word   minnie   was   looking   for   ,   to   describe   how   her   coup   d'etat   against   maisie   had   been   .   she   couldn’t   deny   it   ,   that   the   femme   had   done   well   for   the   town   ;   she   had   laid   down   the   foundation   ,   made   sure   they   survived   –   but   that’s   ALL   she   was   needed   for   .   minnie   used   the   corruption   of   the   townspeople   to   her   advantage   ,   their   complaints   &   their   ill-will   to   suit   her   own   needs   .   chaos   had   been   created   ,   she   came   out   unscathed   .   she   finds   the   blonde   now   in   the   madness   ,   a   cup   filled   with   water   raised   up   to   her   lips   as   the   sound   of   her   heels   echo   in   the   quiet   halls   .   ‘   think   this   is   an   omen   ?   ’   her   voice   is   sultry   ,   DANGER   lurking   on   the   edges   of   her   words   as   she   approaches   from   behind   .   ‘   god   trying   to   warn   us   of   the   devil   in   charge   ?   or   what   was   the   term   you   used   ?   ’   strides   to   her   side   ,   sending   her   a   side   glance   .   ‘   TYRANT   ?   ’

every  time  maisie  tried  to  think  about  how  she’d  ended  up  here,  she  couldn’t  fully comprehend  what  was  happening.  had  this  been  a  game,  she  would  have  been  sincerely,  thoroughly  impressed.  the  wild  card  was  always  hard  to  predict  and  those  who  do  things  for  the  sake  of  doing  them,  who  are  agents  of  chaos  because  it  is  fun  to  watch  it  unfold,  are  wild  cards.  but  this  wasn’t  a  game,  this  was  people’s  lives,  and  there  wasn’t  an  end  to  this  that  would  work  out  for  everyone  with  minnie  in  charge.  based  on  how  much  food  they’re  using,  how  much  power  they’re  generating,  it’s  all  going  to  blow  up  in  minnie’s  face  and  that  would  be  so  sweet  to  see  if  it  didn’t  spell  death  for  everyone  else.  

where  others  would  hear  danger,  maisie  only  heard  the  trombone  of  the  teacher  from  charlie  brown.  every  time  minnie  opened  her  mouth,  maisie  felt  like  another  part  of  her  had  died  and  been  dragged  to  hell.  whoever  had  told  minnie  that  this  was  a  sign  of  god  warning  the  devil  had  maisie’s  respect,  but  that  wasn’t  maisie’s  kind  of  rumor  to  spread.  she  barely  believed  there  were  higher  powers  at  play  as  it  was,  this  certainly  wasn’t  helping.  if  maisie  were  a  believer,  maybe  she  would  have  thought  that  this  was  a  test  from  the  powers  that  be  wanting  her  to  prove  herself,  that  if  she  could  reclaim  leadership  then  it  was  proof  that  it  was  meant  to  be  hers.  she  didn’t  have  faith  in  anyone  that  was  true.  

❛  yes,  tyrant.  ❜  maisie  stood  behind  everything  she  said,  every  last  bit  of  it.  tyrant  had  greek  origins,  once  simply  meaning  one  who  illegally  seized  power.  though  the  word  had  evolved  and  came  to  mean  cruel  dictatorship,  maisie  wasn’t  ready  to  quantify  that  just  yet.  of  course,  if  minnie  took  the  accusation  in  that  way,  maybe  the  shoe  fit,  like  cinderella’s  shoe  but  for  power-obsessed  beings  of  chaos  and  harbingers  of  death.  was  she  being  too  dramatic  ?  ❛  i  don’t  think  you’re  the  devil  minnie,  and  i  don’t  think  god  is  punishing  anyone.  i  think  it’s  a  meteorological  phenomenon.  there  are  at  least  five  volcanoes  that  are  extinct  that  i  can  think  of  in  new  hampshire  and  green  lightning  can  happen  when  volcanic  ash  is  oxidized.  maybe  one  of  them  became  active  again.  ❜

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