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independent, private, selective & canon divergent blog for skulduggery pleasant's wife.

[freshmoviequotes]

[lifeinpoetry]

(I never knew love was so soft until / I knew the soft loving of you .)

Ashe Vernon, from “Robin’s Egg Heart(Break),” Wrong Side of a Fistfight

[crimescened]

i’ve thought about it and yes, i’d sell my soul & turn myself inside out to make sure no one i love ever gets hurt again

[mcthcr]

debonairdead:

Empty sockets watch her from beneath his favourite hat, brim pulled low. Eventually, having stared at her for a few moments, he tilts his head. Yes, Ghastly. He made a wonderful garden gnome, but Skulduggery would much rather he be alive and well. Not just because he was very particular about his suits, but because… Well, Ghastly should be here. It wasn’t right. Things were rarely fair.

❝… Líle.❞

He hasn’t seen her in years. He forgets the count, but it’s been many of them. He’s had other things on his mind lately. Like garden gnome ghastly, and beating up Serpine for realsies. An obnoxious little twerp of a partner. Oh, and the Sanctuary elders being very dead. That, he supposed, was also quite distracting.

❝Thank you, I guess. Just doing my job, really. I mean, I told them so, but…❞

       she doubts there’s anyone who can avoid feeling thoroughly scrutinized before those dark sockets of his – SHE is no exception. though in her case the feeling is rather extreme, because no one else has known her as well, before or since his death ; she hasn’t changed much to begin with, lives her life perpetually frozen in grief.

       “ i should be thanking you. “ because burning hatred for that green-eyed snake of a man is one of many things ( if those parts of the man she loves remain ) they have in common. “ you were always right about him. i only wish it had happened sooner. “ not necessarily by his hand ; she worries for his conscience often, which she supposes makes a nice addition to the survivor’s guilt.

       “ would you mind if i came inside? “ her voice becomes something soft and unsure ; there is not many situations that could make her so withdrawn, but in his presence she always becomes part lovestruck young girl and part weighted down, sinking corpse, ever since THAT day. “ i have nowhere to go until the midnight hotel returns. “ or until he would get sick of her. ghastly had always been her back up plan, but...

[lifeinpoetry]

I remember what it was like to almost die The very very low temperature to everything I am so alone at this moment that dying seems truly close But I am not dead I am only sad I am not dead And neither are you Living living living we are And so I love you

— Dorothea Lasky, “Dying,” Thing

[mcthcr]

@debonairdead​

       “ sorry about... the occupation. i wasn’t sure when they would let you come home. “ she feels horribly out of place, not necessarily on his ( not their ) porch, but in ireland. it puts her too close to a lot of things, and a lot of people. she fingers the hem of her skirt, tries not to fidget like she used to as she meets his eyeless gaze. she fills in the gaps automatically, pictures a face long lost for no other reason than that she misses it often. “ i heard the news. about ghastly, and about what you did. “ she wipes some of the rain that still clings to her off, tries to avoid looking directly at him for too long ; but it’s him, so of course her efforts are futile. “ and i thought maybe you’d want me here. “

[mcthcr]

tag dump !!

[mcthcr]

      “ HELLO, MY LOVE. ”                                               “ I HAVE MISSED YOU. “                                                                                             “ I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU. “

                       skulduggery pleasant’s wife, written by EVE. sideblog to @vinget​.