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𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 [ 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 ] 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴

[moonswove]

# 𝕄𝕆𝕆ℕ𝕊𝕎𝕆𝕍𝔼  .      an  independent  multi-muse  blog.  literature heavy,  but including original muses and muses from other media.   primarily  plot  based,  mutually  exclusive  and extremely low activity    .  .  .   written by rooney   !    

activity notice:  very low activity due to hectic in real life .  

current most active muses:   adam parrish, charli carr,  andrew minyard

affiliated with:  @sunwove​,  @foxwove​

babel - rf kuang

[moonswove]

as we’re moving in 2023 I wanna say I don’t anticipate that I will return to this blog. being offline from here for basically 12 months has no joke, immensely improved the quality of my life and I basically feel 0 urge to log into here anymore. 

maybe at some point I will learn balance, but I find whenever I log into and spend any significant time on tumblr rp I become anxious and overly invested. I do not like the time demands that rp has or the way it moves so quickly it’s impossible to engage meaningfully without keeping up with that pace. for me, I think it’s healthier to stay disengaged. 

at the moment, I am having a much more enjoyable time offline without thinking about the rpc at all. 

I am not saying I am deleting this blog and leaving forever. truthfully I am still attached to the memories here and don’t wanna delete my blog and use them. I also do occasionally get the urge to write + be creative, in which case I may log into here to write threads with specific friends or write on my private blog I created to write with Alice. 

If we have threads and you’re chill with me replying highly inconsistently then yay! I may still be around to do them. But I just wanna say I don’t anticipate much activity here, at least for the present moment. 

Much love to all my friends here <3 I had so much fun writing/being creative with you all and creating so many fun memories. Wishing you all the best for the new year 

[draumas]

[moonswove]

Living my best life cos I’ve been to the beach like 5 times this week

[archivedzly-deactivated20230806]

* 𝐍𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐍𝐎 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 - 𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐄. They think she did it but they just can't prove it, she thinks i did it but she just can't prove it... * ( horror based fbi profiler written by stevie. carrd. ©

[poppyvale-a]

(  NARRATOR: may those who accept their fate be granted happiness  )   a multimuse featuring characters from folklore & mythology, fantasy literature, videogames, and film & television   ━   #poppyvale cursed by corazón  (  HEROINE:  may those who defy their fate be granted glory !   )

[birdasaurus]

Damoy Antwerp

[moonswove]

yasemin durmaz

the  soft  moonlight  slivers  their  joint  evening.   she  never  intends  to  wind  up  here,  curled  up  next  to  him  on  his  couch  but  the  nature  of  raw  magnetism  draws  her  to  him  undoubtedly.   though  she’d  been  struggling  to  admit  it  to  herself,   there  lacked  any  clear  head  space  where  he  didn’t  reside    ──    her  thoughts  were  populated  with  him,   spilling  over  with  sustained  imagery  that  she  played  over  and  over  in  her  mind  until  he  was  once  more  in  her  presence.   there  had  been  utmost  refusal  on  her  part,   to  forfeit  the  guard  she’d  put  up  and  to  admit,   to  herself  at  the  very  least,   that  she  burned  for  him    .  .  .     that  her  sentiment  which  blossomed  in  the  centre  of  her  chest  was  far  more  deep  rooted  than  she  had  realized.   and  it  stems  from  her  fears;   she  hoped  the  had  not  been  fated  to  live  the  same  destiny  she’d  seen  before.   but  as  she  sits  here,   drawing  nearer  and  nearer  to  his  warmth,   she’s  not  sure  how  much  longer  her  resolve  will  hold.  

in  the  silken  light,   he  looks  like  divinity.   and  she’s  desperate  to  soak  in  the  sanctity  of  his  being;    speckled  with  the  silver  hue  of  the  moon  and  the  warm  flicker  of  dimming  light,   she  wishes  they  could  stay  like  this  forever.    her  heart  thrums  in  her  chest  with  such  speed  and  clamor,   she’s  worried  he  may  hear  it.   his  touch  sets  her  skin  alight.   for  the  first  time  in  a  very  long  time,   she  feels  completely  and  utterly  alive.   there  is  something  electric  about  the  way  he  gazes  forth  at  her  with  his  delicate  hand  on  the  supple  curve  of  her  waist;   she  prays  she’s  not  dreamt  this  all  in  her  head.    she  swallows  at  his  words.   though  it  had  taken  a  severe  degree  of  bravery  to  even  admit  her  desires,   part  of  her  had  expected  him  to  deny  her.   and  now?   with  her  fingers  snaked  into  his  hair  and  their  bodies  drifting  dangerously  close,   she’s  certain  they’re  about  to  cross  a  line  that  can’t  be  uncrossed.      ‟  then  kiss  me.  ” 

he’d imagined himself in this scenario more often that he wanted to admit.   though the scene always unfolded in dreams,  unravelled so gently and perfectly he knew it could be nothing more than pure imagination.  the reality of it felt ...  messier.  his heart thundering in his chest,  his eyes unable to do anything but look at her,  at her lips, her eyes,  back and forth.     he’s not surprised that he feels electric    ──    the first time he’d met her,  he felt like he’d been struck by lightening.  how could he not be?  she was gorgeous,  obviously,  but it was more than that.  it was her laugh,  her magnetism,  the way she lit up every room she went into.   that  feeling never faded.    he was attracted to her like a heart attack,  painfully and incessantly.   and he’d tried to hold it off,  oh he had tried  . . .  because this could ruin everything.      but he’s pictured this in his dreams too often,  he can’t let it slip away now.  

then kiss me.    his eyes sharpen on hers.   he feels the light brushing of their knees,  can practically feel the breath between them,  anticipation,  heart running in their chests,  the feeling of inevitability playing out.      fate.  destiny.   maybe that was more real than he imagined.   maybe he should ask if she’s sure,   but he doesn’t.     then kiss me.   it’s lit something in him that can’t be undone.   so he shifts,  a hand rising to her face,  one finger brushed  down her chin,  before his hands cup her jaw.  it’s slow,  she could stop him,  but maybe they both know they’ve  whispered  things that can never be unsaid now,  they’ve taken themselves over the cliff edge already,  there’s no stopping now.    so he leans in and kisses her,  his other hand rising to knot in the hair at the back of her neck,  kisses her slowly at first,  then with more intensity -  he finds himself learning forward, finds that the space between their bodies has begun to melt away and it’s just like everything he’d imagined but so, so much more.  maybe it’s been a minute,  or ten,  or an hour - he’s not sure.  everything melts away except the two of them,  the only two people in the whole wide universe,  and when he pulls back he blinks like he’s awaking from that very same dream. 

@malvievant·

[moonswove]

neil josten

NEIL FEELS A COMFORT WITH THE ARGUING. most people take andrew’s words too seriously. he could see his words cut like a knife on people who valued the price of words too much. but to people like neil and andrew words were cheap. people talk all the time. doesn’t mean they’re ever telling the truth. the only time neil takes an ounce of what andrew says seriously is if a promise or deal is involved. otherwise, the other man was just as much hot air as neil was. and despite not taking the words seriously, he can’t help but feel like they were a blanket of security tugging him gently out of the spiral he’d been headed down.

❝ at least a horizontal line means you’ll always know what to expect with me until the end of times. ❞ expect that wasn’t completely true. when they’d first met neil had been a runner. it had been the only way he knew how to keep himself safe. but now he had a home and a life he actually cared about. neil josten was more than just a temporary name he’d throw out in a couple of months. he was neil. and he knew damn well he didn’t want to people anyone else. even when he felt like the life he built for himself was closing in on himself. he wondered if maybe he’d taken on too much. he’d never had responsibilities before besides to simply not die. now he had a family, future career, captainship, and grades all to worry about. he can feel the knot tightening up in his chest again. though andrew’s words pull him out of his thoughts as he looks at his boyfriend dumbfounded. not only had andrew cut off his insult to neil but was he… asking what was wrong? ❝ are you alright? should I check for a fever or maybe brainwashing? ❞ neil ignores andrew’s own question with his own confusion

❝    always getting what I expect?  so more of your same stupidity.  monotony, boredom -  oh joy    ❞       except neil was not monotonous or boring.  he’d drawn andrew in with his quirks,  his surprises.  neil was the first person who had been able to keep up with him,  and the first person in a while who had made anything interesting for andrew.  that stupidity might have been excruciatingly annoying,  it might have got neil so close to his own death that andrew was ready to kill him himself for it  -  but it had at least not been boring.  neil had dragged andrew out of that mindless,  monotonous haze and for that andrew had stuck around.  would probably be sticking around for a bit,  considering the way he’d abandoned everything he knew to actually check neil was feeling okay.   

     ❝  clearly not.    maybe I’ve caught something from nicky  ❞   neils words make him regret coming here.  he was right,  this was not andrew.   andrew did not care what was wrong with everyone else,  because it was not his responsibility to.  unless  there was some sort of deal in place.  but neil had dissolved his back in baltimore,  and that meant andrew had no reason to fall back on except that he cared.   the idea made him incredibly irritable.      ❝   one hundred and - what are we up to?  I’ve lost count,  I hate you that much   ❞     what an incredible,  stupid,  truth and a lie all wrapped into one.   time for him to snap back to reality.  he pushes a finger into neil’s forehead     ❝  I’m tired of this.   run away again if it’s all too hard,  otherwise,  shut up.  you and I both know worrying about being captain and this stupid game is a pointless exercise.  cry about something real   ❞

[moonswove]

ginny weasley

sometimes ginny wonders how the papers ever got away with it. with this idea that harry is somehow so full of himself he can hardly move for it, that he’s arrogant and unkind and flippant. she’s seen him almost crumble from self-doubt so many times it’s started to feel like some kind of sick joke. she can see him fighting that now, and it breaks her heart. he shouldn’t have to – shouldn’t have to question himself at every turn, shouldn’t have to wonder if he’s doing the right things. it breaks her heart. 

❛ when have i ever demanded speed from you? ❜ ginny’s smile is warm, and only a little bit watery. even now, he’s got a whole new language to learn, a whole new set of rules. and ginny’s more than willing to spend the rest of her life making sure he has the space to do that. because it doesn’t matter to her if he can say it or not when she knows that it’s real. when she knows that he can feel it, and that he shows it in all the ways he doesn’t seem to think are as important. so if he needs the time, and space, to get the words right, then so be it.

she kisses the joke right out of his mouth, shaking her head. ❛ that depends, would you rather deal with the teasing now, or the berating when they eventually find out that we didn’t tell them? ❜ because either way, they’ll be putting up with something. but honestly – ❛ we can tell them whenever you want, ❜ because she’s prepared for whatever comes their way. it won’t be anger, won’t be upset. it’ll likely be gently, teasing ribbing, but even that can get tiresome after a while. she knows that.

but ginny realises she might just have stepped in it here, and pulls herself up a little bit, over him to lean in close and kiss him like that might help. ❛ that’s okay, ❜ because it is. it more than is. ❛ it’s…listen, i’m going to say all this and i just…want you to hear it and think about it, alright? i think, at some point in my life, in several years, i might want children. but i’m not firm on it, and i’m nowhere near ready to say ‘ let’s make a baby ‘ or anything like that. which means i’m not expecting you to say yes or no now, okay? i just…wanted to say it out loud. so you know. and so you’re prepared for when my mum inevitably hints at it. ❜

never . . .    the. fact she had never demanded anything like that from him was one of the reasons he liked her so much.  she only ever demanded the important thing,  the things that made him better,  but never forced him to move in the same way as the rest of the world.  he knew ginny would wait for him to figure it out,  knew that ginny would understand he was being honest when he said he wanted to.  he’d always liked that about ginny,  she saw the good in people,  the truth in them.   for that alone he’d do what he could to fulfil what she saw in him.   ❝  I think you’re too good for me  ❞   but he says it with a quirk of his lips, with his head tilting just slightly -  not looking for pushback,  just with a gentle humour that says he understands that she’s being honest,  and he will be eternally grateful for it.  

though that gentle smile turns into a grimace,  head tilting backwards as he groans toward the ceiling  ❝  the teasing,  I suppose.  I’ll do anything I can to avoid a berating from hermione.  but I’m still not looking forward to it  ❞.  he knows she’s right.  he can’t keep anything from them two anyway,  but even if he wanted to,  they had a way of needling these secrets out of harry.  ginny he thinks can stand a little stronger,  but harry’s had enough of secrets and lies.  ❝  just lets not tell them before we decide what to say. we need to go in with some sort of plan  ❞ 

he’d have liked to have kept joking forever - he had always enjoyed that with ginny,  like the way she laughed,  and the way she easily teased them out of him in reply.  but he knows this is something he needs to focus on and his eyes draft back to hers,  contemplative.  he knows its own his fault that this had not occurred to him.  honestly,  so little about his future had ever occurred to him.  the idea that he might grow old,  or even out of teenage years,  had never quite firmed up as a reality in his mind.  and now he doesn’t know how to flick that switch in his brain,  to make himself believe he can fill the future with anything more than just surviving the next day, week,  year, 

❝  I know  -  I didn’t want you to think I’m against the idea.  I honestly just, never thought about it.  ❞   some part of him, he thinks,  never quite imagined himself truly,  as someone who could have a family.  as much as he loved the weasley’s,  he wasn’t sure he’d ever shake that vague feeling of separateness that sometimes still arose.  ❝  I feel like there is something I should say, but I honestly just - don’t know what.  and I know you’re mum is going to ask, it’s fine,  I can handle that - but I really don’t know what to think about it except that I want you to be happy -   ❞

[aesthetesque]

― Sally Rooney, Normal People / Beautiful World, Where Are You

[moonswove]

malvievant​,   yasemin  durmaz .  

(    re:   )         plotted  starter  for  my  beloved.

he  is  but  an  arm’s  length  away,      shrouded  beneath  the  flickering  luminescence  of  her  apartment  hallway.     lost  in  confusion,      in  a  sea  of  despair  which  wrecks  her  beating  heart,      yasemin  cannot  help  but  succumb  to  a  subtle  silence  when  she  first  lays  eyes  on  him  from  behind  the  barrier  pulled  open  between  them.       she  stands,      wavering  in  her  stability,      in  the  cusp  of  her  doorframe,      not  daring  to  step  any  closer.       it’s  late,      moonlight  pours  into  the  window  at  the  end  of  the  hall;        though  she  knows  better  than  to  listen  to  the  thumping  pattern  of  her  heart,        joseph  has       &       always  would  carve  a   wound  of  weakness    into  her  supple  flesh.        ‟   come  in,  ”        she  finally  speaks  to  break  the  silence  she  forced  them  to  indulge  in,     stepping  backwards  then  to  the  side  to  allow  space  for  him  to  enter.     

the  chill  in  her  chest  has  been  ever  present  since  she  left,      since  she  picked  herself  up      &     forced  the    bitter  endings   of  the  one  good  thing  she’d  ever  known.      fear  had  once  dictated  her  sentiment,      driving  her  down  a  path  of      (  what  she  always  thought  )       no  return.       but    @moonswove​   stands  here  before  her  today       &      something  far  more  dangerous  than  fear  flickers  in  her  gaze       .   .   .       hope.         ‟   what  are  you  doing  here,    jo?   ”          i  miss  you,      i   miss  you,     i  miss  you.          ‟   it’s  been  two  weeks  since  i’ve  been  discharged  from  the  hospital,      i’m  okay.      you  don’t  have  to  check  up  on  me,      you  know.   ” 

never  has  he  been  so  aware  of  distance.      it  is  an  ocean  between  them.    even  if  she  stands  just  before him,    lit  in  the  darkness  by  her  apartment  lights  -   she  might  have  been  an  angel.    maybe  she  was  the  proof  they  were  real.     but   he’s  already  learned  his  lesson  that  he  shouldn’t  cross  that  vastness  between  them.     he’d  told  himself  that  over  and  over,   as  he  waited  for  her  in  the  hospital.      pacing  up  and  down  the  corridor,   anxiously waiting  for  news  that  was  not  even  meant  for  him.    she’d  ended  things  for  a  reason    -     but  sentimentality,   the  ability  to  hope  and  believe  against  odds,   to  never  let  go  had  always  been  his  flaw .  he’d  had  faith  in  more  unbearable  things  than  the  hope  yasemin  may  reach  back  across  the  ocean  for  him  one  day   .  

but  that  thought  he  cannot  entertain  now .       he  remind  himself,   as  he  steps  through  her  doorway,   he  is  here  for  a  reason .     ❝   I  do  have  to    ❞        it’s  true  enough.    their  work  was  worried  about  her.   joseph  had  not  been  frantic  without  cause  while  yas  had  been  in  hospital.   she’d  nearly  died.    a  fact  he  wouldn’t   soon  forget,   even  if  she  seemed  less  concerned  about  the  matter.  they  were  still  partners  at  work,  a  pair,   even  if  it  ended  there.    but ,   oh,   he  knows  he  did  not  need  to  be  here  right  now.    he  knows  using  work  as  an  excuse  is  flimsy    -      but  he  missed  her.     he’d  barely  slept  for  worrying  about  her,   and  his  instinct,   always,    was  to  be  with  yas.    he  had  just  not  been  strong  enough  tonight  to  stave  off  the  desire.       ❝   did  you  know  you  can  die  in  your  sleep  from  concussion  up  to  a  month  after  the  incident?   I  read  about  it  somewhere   ❞     he  says  with  a  shrug,    as  if  this  was  a  undeniable  and  obvious  truth  which  justified  his  presence  here  tonight.     he  looks  around  her  apartment,   and  his  heart  aches  with  how  similar  everything  is.   everything  the  same,  same,  same,   except  for  his  role  in  her  life.    he  hesitates,   doubting  the  words  even  as  they float  into the  air  between  them .          ❝   -  and  also,   I  wanted  to.     ❞ 

[moonswove]

wistcrias​,   valentina puddifoot. 

           𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 –– or so she’d once thought. but it had become all too apparent that valentina had not been kissed. not really. not the way she deserved, she thought. not the way george allowed his lips to traverse her jaw and neck; skin which had never felt as awake as it did now. gods, but it was electric. 

it wasn’t until he’d pulled back a fraction that she protested in the back of her throat, a soft animal noise that sounded foreign to valentina. ❝ everything’s fine, ❞ she whispered. aware of the hands on her hips and the tingling of her lips, she shook her head. valentina was not gentle; she liked to think of herself in sharp edges and hot glares. but in this moment, she was all underbelly –– all it would take was one harsh blow to take her out. she should have been terrified of it. instead, she leaned in, resting her forehead against george and breathing in his breath like it was her own. ❝ kiss me, ❞ she murmured, and before he could, answered her own call. 

valentina parted george’s lips with her own, tasting his tongue with hers. she only ever pulled back when she had to, when she needed to, when she felt herself drowning in him. she swore, realizing her fingernails had curled into his skin, had held him there against here. ❝ s-sorry… ❞ she exhaled shakily and lifted her eyes to his. ❝ do you –– do you want to do that again? ❞ and again, and again, and again? 

he  had  heard  it  all  before  -    about  how  it  was  different,   kissing  someone  you  really  liked.    he’d  never  considered  this  too  deeply,   but  he  realised  now  it  was  true.   it  felt  different  with  his  heart  racing  in  his  chest,   when  he  looked  at  her  and  felt  a  jolt,   and  hung  onto  her  every  word.     valentina  was  different.    he  liked  her  so  much,   so  much  more  than  he  ever  planned  to.      so  much  that  every  other  thought  had  fled  his  mind  and  all  he  could  think  about  was  her  -  and  when  he’d  be  able  to  kiss  her  again.

  his  breath  rushes  out,   relief  relief,   masked  with  a  crooked  smile,   head  tilting  merrily  to  the  side.          ❝   yeah,   everything’s  fine  with  me  too   ❞     he  knows  it’s  a  stupid  thing  to  say,   but  he’s  having  trouble  thinking  of  anything  clever.   he’s  having  trouble  thinking  about  much  at  all,   beside  how  badly  he  wants  to  kiss  her  again.   how  badly  he  wants  to  let  his  hands  wander,   and  listen  to  her  gasp  again.   the  adrenaline  rush  of  knowing  he  did  that  to  her  was  incomparable  to  anything  he  felt  before.   

so  he  kisses  her  back  as  she  leans  in  eagerly.   lets  himself  be  overwhelmed  with  every  sensation,  lets  himself  enjoy  the  way  she’d  taken  the  lead.   it  was  nice,  to  feel  wanted  in  the  same  way  he  wanted  her.   and  when  she  pulls  back,   he  cannot  let  go  completely,   his  arms  still  encircling  her  waist      ❝   no  -  don’t  be  sorry  ❞     he  can  hear  the  change  in  his  voice,   the  way  it’s  pitched  downwards    ❝  do  I  want  to  -  ❞   he  laughs,    ❝   merlin,  yes  -  please   ❞

[moonswove]

foxwove​,   david wymack.  

DAVID SHAKES HIS HEAD SLIGHTLY. he fights the smile that dares to show on his face knowing full well the expression would only anger kevin further and he didn’t want to know if the ex-raven superstar had a fear of jumping out of moving cars or not. david has dealt with a lot of difficult kids during his time as the fox’s coach. and they all were the same at their core. they only responded with anger. ❝ no, I don’t think it’s funny. the injury looks very serious. just thought it would have been the sort of thing you might have mentioned earlier on the phone. ❞ david states simply. he doesn’t care either way. injured or not he still would have agreed to help kevin. if anything, he realized with a level of amusement, the super star was just as much of an asshole as the rest of his kids and would probably fit in just fine. or at least he hoped so.

if not smiling was hard. then not jerking the car off the road at kevin’s words was on of the most difficult things david has ever done. he’s heard a lot of fucked up shit in his life. and he knew about the whispers around the ravens. things they did that if the NCAA ever got proof of would shut the team down for good. it didn’t matter that it was the birthplace of exy. a fellow player hurting another kid this badly and not getting suspended was inexcusable. he didn’t even want to think about how the world would respond when it was his own brother and exy star that beat a fellow exy darling. ❝ shit ❞ is all he manages to get out. he’s thankful kevin trusts him enough with the truth. he’d been expecting a bullshit story about his hand. it’s why he made the joke about getting it stuck in the plane. he didn’t think he’d get the truth. and without saying david knew he’d be one of the few people in the world to know this sacred information.

david takes a deep breath. now’s the time to be the adult of the situation. he wishes he could turn around and expose the ravens. show that they can’t beat up some poor kid just because they have the fame and money to do so. but he’s not a hot headed young man anymore. he knows he has no proof. it would be their world against the exy empire. and he didn’t even know if kevin would speak against his family. most kids didn’t. ❝ well, first we’re going to get that hand checked out by a doctor, yeah? is it safe to assume that you haven’t done that yet? ❞ the anxiety in kevin’s voice in the phone call earlier makes sense. he wonders how long after the attack he waited before picking up the phone. ❝ then we’ll work on your transfer papers. and hey, i don’t regret letting you in this car just yet. ❞

he  scoffs  then.    he  wonders  if  david  think  he’s  stupid  ❝   I  couldn’t  have  told  you  ❞       not  only  because  someone  might  have  overheard,   but  also  because  david  never  would  of  wanted  him  then.    riko  had  done  this  for  a  reason   -   chosen  his  left  hand  specifically.    kevin  was  worthless  without  it.  a  striker  who  would  never  be  able  to  shoot  so  quickly,   so  accurately,   again.     as  kevin  day,   he  had  some  weight.    as  he  was  now,   he  had  nothing  to  offer.    and  david  didn’t  know  what  kevin  did.   he  assumed  kevin  was  just  another  player,   the  son  of  a  friend  at  best   -  he  didn’t  owe   kevin  a  thing.       ❝   let’s  not  pretend  you  didn’t  think  about  hanging  up  on  me.   it  would  have  been  easier  for  you  ❞

❝   riko  has  always  needed  to  be  number  one    ❞       this  he  says with  perfect  calmness  in  response  to  david’s  reaction.  he  finds  it  strangely  amusing.   a  few  hours  ago,   he’d  realised  this  about  riko  with  a  burning  sense  of  rage.   they  were  supposed  to  have  made  court  together,   were  already  the  most  unstoppable  striking  duo  in  exy.   riko  had  burned  that  to  the  ground,   and  it  had  only  taken  kevin  staring  into  the  mirror,  seeing  the  ‘2′  imprinted  on  his  cheeck  to  realise  it.    now  he  knew  it  with  a  strange,   deep  sense  of  calm  he  was  not  sure  would  last.   but  he  clung  onto  the  logic  of  it  anyway.    shit.    maybe  kevin  should  say  more.    but  he’d  not  been  taught  by  the  master  to  feel,   only  to  act,    and  the  best  plan  now  was  to  keep  it  together.      ❝   he’s  done  a  good  job  of  it    -    it     . . .    it  hurts .     I’m  not  sure  it  will  ever  be  the  same   ❞

this  he  says  grimly,   but  he  knows  its  true  and  he  needs  to  admit  it.       it  more  than  just  hurts,   sometimes  when  he  angles  it  the  right  way,   he  thinks  he  might  scream  with  how  sharply  the  pain  lances  up  his  arm.    but  he  won’t  say  as  much.    it  was  hard  enough  just  admitting  it  would  never  be  the  same.   there  was  no  coming  back  from  this.    ❝   of  course  I  haven’t   -  you  don’t  understand.   we  cannot  let  a  doctor  see  this  and  risk  rumours  getting  out.   ❞        he  cannot  explain  more  then  that.   but  he’d  fight  tooth  and  nail  to  avoid  having  the  news  of  this  spread.    not  until  he  knew  what  the  next  moves  were.            ❝   you’d  be  a fool  to  take  me,  you  know  that?  ❞     as  if  he  hasn’t  come  here  begging  for  that  very  thing.   as  if  kevin  hadn’t  told  him  he’d  be  a  fool  not  to.    but  kevin  felt  he  owed  wymack  some  explanation  of  what  he  was  in  for.    and  maybe  some  part  of  him  couldn’t  stomach  the  thought  of  just  shutting  up,  taking  the offer,  and  saying  thanks.      ❝   you  might  not  now,   but  you  could.  it  will  be  a  risk  to  your  entire  line  up  ❞

[redskiesandsailboats]

“Neil,” Wymack said. Nathaniel had seen that look on his face only once before, when Wymack tried putting him back together after Christmas. It was the look of a man made ancient by his players’ tragedies; it was the look of a man who’d have their back no matter what it cost him. “Talk to me. What do you want?”

“I want to be Neil for as long as I can.”

[moonswove]

terrorcheer·,   chrissy cunningham

her  gut  instinct  is  to  run.   it  has  been  this  entire  time,  since  she  woke  up  from  a  trance  that  nearly  killed  her.  knowing  that  she  couldn’t  go  back  to  normal  life  with  that  thing  always  haunting  her.  eddie  was  just  the  middle  man.  in  the  wrong  place  at  the  wrong  time.  but  he  had  been  so  kind.  so  understanding.  it’s  unfair  that  she’s  put  him  in  such  a  horrible  situation.  they’re  not  completely  unaware  of  the  rumours  swirling  around  town  about  their disappearances.   his  friends,  when  they  had  found  them,  didn’t  hesitate  to  tell  them  everything  that  had  happened.  that  everyone  thought  eddie  had  kidnapped  chrissy  as  part  of  some  satanic  ritual.  god,  she  owes  him  a  massive  apology. 

 but  now  she’s  on  her  own.  no  eddie  to  hide  behind  and,  shit,  she  really  hopes  he’s  okay.  fingers  grip  the  oar  even  tighter,  her  body  ridged  in  fear.  this  man,  whoever  he  is,  seems  to  be  saying  all  the  right  things.  maybe  before  she  would  have  believed  him.  after  all,  he  seemed  nice  enough.  perhaps  even  trustworthy.  but  she  feels  like  she  can’t  trust  anything  anymore.  head  shakes,  causing  loose  threads  of  hair  to  fall  from  her  now  messy  ponytail.    ❝    how  do  you  know?  how  did  you  find  us?    ❞    her  voice  is  fast,  panicked.  because  of  this  person  can  find  them,  then  so  can  the  rest  of  the  town.  tears  start  to  prick  in  the  corner  of  her  eyes,  oar  shifting  in  her  hands  as  they  start  to  shake.   ❝    where’s  eddie   -   what  did  you  do  to  him?    ❞

she  looks  okay   -  that’s  something .    shaken  up,  sure.     maybe  like  she  hasn’t  had  a  good  meal  in  a  few  days.    but  lively,  a  healthy  dose  of  scepticism,  a  look  in  her  eye  that  says  he  would  swing  the  oar  if  she  misstepped.     he  had  been  worried  about  much  worse.  he’d  seen  too  many  dead  teenagers  to  not  think  it  was  a  possibility.   it  weighed  on  him,   having  to  always  assume  the  worst.   maybe  that  was  why  he  was  so  good  at  his  job.   it  was  nice  to  have  a  happy  ending  -  he  was determined  then  and  there   he  was  going  to  keep  chrissy  safe.  

❝   listen  -  believe  it  or  not,  you  aren’t  the  first  person  whose  ever  had  to  hide  out .    I’ve  seen  stuff  like  this  before .  ❞       he  really  should  probably  explain  he’s  with  the  police  here,   but  he  doesn’t  want  to  scare  her.   he  gets  the  sense  she  thinks  she’s  in  trouble.    didn’t  everyone  describe  her  as  one  of  those  good  girl  types,   who  wouldn’t  hurt  a  fly?  he’s  not  sure  she’d  react  well  to  knowing  the  fbi  was  looking  for  her    ❝   what  have  I  done  to  him  ?    nothing .   I  SWEAR .    trust  me,   I  know  as  much  as  you.     I  was  hoping  you’d  tell  me  what  happened .  ❞

[moonswove]

wahrsagung·,   jeremiah fisher

          all  summer  he  watched  belly  pine  over  conrad,  while  conrad  was  too  busy  making  her  feel  small  and  unaprechiated.  jeremiah,  as  he  has  always  been,  was  an  outstander  watching  from  the  sidelines.  it  wasn’t  fair.  it  just  wasn’t  fair  that  if  conrad  would  just  say  the  words,  belly  would  be  his.  not  when  jeremiah  was  the  one  right  here.  the  one  that  payed  attention,  the  one  that  actually  went  the  extra  mile.  his  gaze  shifted  from  the  window  to  his  brother  who  was  sitting  at  the  kitchen  counter  just  enjoying  his  coffee  like  he  always  did.  “    do  you  even  like  her?    ”  it  felt  best  to  just  straight  up  ask  him.  about  his  intentions,  about  his  endgame.  was  he  really  the  one  who  was  supposed  to  end  up  with  belly?  well  even  if  it  was  destined  to  be,  jeremiah  at  least  had  to  try.  it  was  belly  that  was  on  the  line  after  all.  “    do  you  feel  for  her  like  she  does  for  you?  or  is  this  whole  thing  just  a  game  to  you?    ”//  @moonswove  gets  a  starter  for  conrad  <3

he  can’t  remember  ever  feeling  so  awkward  around  jeremiah.   they’d  always  shared  everything,   been  fairly  close  as  siblings.    but  now  every  time  conrad  looked  at  him,   he  felt  the  weight  of  his  guilt  resting  on  him.    he’d  rather  jeremiah  enjoy  the  summer  without  knowing  what  was  happening  to  their  mum.   BUT  STILL,   he  hated  sitting  on  this  truth,   keeping  it  because  it’s  what  a  good  older  brother  did.    better  not  to  look  at  his  brother  at  all,   and  focus  instead  on  just  drinking  his  coffee,  and  thinking  about  when  he’d  finally  be  able  to  escape  this  house  again.

    he  blinks  as  he  registers  jeremiah’s  words.    head  craning  up,  as  he  tries  to  ignore  the  jolt  in  his  chest  at  the  sound  of  her  name.     at  once  he’s  annoyed,   mood  souring   -   of  course  he  cared  about  belly,   and  of  course  jeremiah  thought  conrad  had  nothing  better  to  do  than  mess  her  around.   conrad  didn’t  have  the  luxury  to  just  think  about  girls  all  summer.     ❝   what  are  you  talking  about.   of  course  I  like  her  ❞     he  hisses  the  words  out,   and  he  notices  his  grip  around  his  coffee  tightening.     ❝  shut  up,  jer.   you  don’t  know  anything.   just  leave  me  alone  ❞