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i’ve archived. find margo over here.
ARCHIVE
i’ve archived. find margo over here.
okay so i have figured out a few things. 1.) I have missed my dear sweet daughter a lot and writing her never fails to make me smile. 2.) the reason I neglect this account is bc it is so old and cluttered. so, i have come to the conclusion to archive this account and make a new one for margo. i’ll be doing that today and also be re-doing her icons bc they look icky to me now. v big and too... amateur-ish. that’s all!
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Some people say that when you kill yourself you're committing a sin---the ultimate sin if you talk to certain people. So, when you sin you go to Hell, right?
I guess not. Unless, this is what mine is.
Stuck.
***
It's been two days.
"I've said I'm sorry, right?" Margo said, lurking around Leon's room. It was so dark, or maybe it only felt that way because she was, well, dead. Nothing was the same, apparently. You don't feel anything---physically, that is. You can't even smell anything. But, maybe that was for the best since she was in Leon's room.
Dark eyes look at him with a certain desperation. He doesn't look the same. He doesn't respond to her words. It wasn't like when they used to fight and he'd ignore her. No. It was different, everything was different. She sighs, hands run through messy hair only to be thrown back at her sides. There's a few seconds of silence on her end ( though that wouldn't have made a difference, anyhow. He couldn't hear her. ), she doesn't even move. She just watches him, sorrowfully. Margo steps closer, finding a place on the bed beside the glum boy. She leans against him, head resting on his shoulder. Nothing.
It's been a week.
"I'm still here," She nearly taunted. "Don't think I'm leaving any time soon," She's gotten into the habit of talking to him as if he could hear her. But, still, nothing. It hurt seeing him but not being able to BE with him. No talking, no goofing around like they used to, nothing. So, there she was, stuck at his side. She followed where ever he went, though it's not like he really went anywhere. It stung knowing what she had done to him.
It's been a month.
The brunette sat perched atop a desk, elbows lazily propped onto her knees while her posture slumped over. If she could, she would've gone insane by now. No one ever acknowledged her, not even Leon. She had so much time, guilt growing painfully evident within her as she watched him slowly scrape by. "Dammit, Leon... If I could undo this, I would. I didn't mean to hurt you so much, you know how much I loved you. No, fuck that, love. I still love you. I look at you every-damn-day and it hurts so fuckin' much. I can't believe what I've done to you---" Crestfallen words were cut off by a knock at the door. There's a deep sigh before hands rub her own eyes. This was draining. Was this what she deserved? Probably.
It's been a year.
It's so strange how time passed without her knowing. For all she knew it could've been an hour---or a single day. But, there was a birthday, a couple of holidays.. Whatever. She didn't care. Nothing was important anymore. It was all about dragging on. If she were alive she would have shamed him for leaving home, for going at life alone and denying anyone that tried to get close. He was still headstrong, which brought the smallest smile to her face at times, how he was still that sixteen year old in need of a damn lighter.
"Your music got so fuckin' good, Leon," She praised with a slight grin. She looks over at him, by now not even pausing for a response because she knew it would never come. "---Not that it wasn't good already. Y'know what I mean. You'll get picked up soon, I'm tellin' you."
She's lost track of time.
She's seen Leon end up in the hospital at least once before, but nothing was like this time... She was there when it happened, she was there when the painfully bright lights of the ambulance flashed ( which felt like a punch in the damn tit with how the way it brought the WORLDS WORST headache and the repressed memories of her own death ), and was there for everything after. Fuck, watching his life crumble was worse than any damn Hell she could've been put in.
Margo sits slumped in a chair near the hospital bed, lips pressed in a straight line as fingers rest on her hairline. She looks at him, all the machines and frankly scary shit all around him. It brings her back to when she slipped from her own body. It made her feel sick and filled her stomach with the most dreadful feeling. She breathes deeply, almost as if she was trying to get someones attention by annoying them with her breaths. He was fucking dying and she couldn't do anything about it. But, trust her, she sure as hell tried just about everything. Yelling, screaming, hitting any doctor that got near him ( which only resulted in her hand going straight through them. ) like a protective guard dog. There was nothing she could do. He was fucking dying and she had to watch. This was Hell.
How fucking long has it been? Fuck.
This was the day, wasn't it? She could feel it, something in her bones or perhaps her non-beating heart. She had watched him grow so much, watched him play so many times, watched him do stupid shit ( like take home random girls, which just resulted in Margo in the furthest chair, plugging her ears and shutting her eyes because---ew? ) and now it was just... Over.
Teeth nervously grind, brows knitting together as eyes timidly scan the ground. Her foot is tapping against the floor, faster and faster. She's been wiping stray tears from the corners of her eyes---she's dead, but she still refuses to be a pansy. So, when something in the air shifts---something in her gut just changes and she simply knows, eyes immediately flicker up to meet him.
Fuck, she wasn't ready for this. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Hands that once nervously picked at her own nails dropped, her expression changing to something much... lighter. There's a smile, one that was gentle and almost welcoming. She probably wasn't the first person he'd want to see right now.
She didn't know what to say. She hadn't talked to him in years(?) and now she was finally able to be SEEN and HEARD. She scoffed. "You've... grown up," Margo murmured in disbelief. I mean, she was still the same. 5'3", fifteen, untamed hair; even in death..
"I've missed you,"
*LEANS ON HIS SISTER*
"I wasn't gone THAT long.."
hello naughty children i have come onto margo to do a few things. cry over margo and leon. compile songs for a 8tracks of margo and leon. cry some more over margo and leon. listen to the playlist while writing a drabble about margo and leon. read the drabble of margo and leon. cry some more over margo and leon. meanwhile i’m here lurking. <3
gr8 way to spend christmas morning: rereading margo’s death thread lol i’m fine
selfisharrogantdickhead.
Is this what people called happiness? A goddamn relationship? He’d seen plenty of them from afar but they all came off as ridiculous, disgusting or fake. But no, it wasn’t the same thing. There was no one else like Margo out there.
He’s laughing too, having forgotten all about the shit he went through before getting there, the soreness of his face that was a result for being a smart-arse. “You betcha.”
Her arms find their way around his neck, the weight pulling him down closer to her. Gleaming eyes look up to the one she loved, admiring him like the stars in her sky. She grinned like an absolute idiot around him.
A single hand is brought to his chin, thumb lightly caressing his skin before she pecks his lips. "I love you, you dork." She didn't expect him to say much back, or anything at all, so that's why she didn't wait to place another kiss to his lips.
selfisharrogantdickhead.
“Where do you think you’re going?” A question he’d heard posed countless times by his father. Usually Leon would be alone and not with an accomplice when he’d get caught, so this was a bit unconventional. He didn’t even think about the fact that they were holding hands, a bit surprised when Margo released it so avidly. He didn’t think she’d care about what his parents thought.
“Who’s your friend?” Right, because they hadn’t officially met Margo yet. Hell of a way to be introduced, wasn’t it? “This is, er, Margo,” said Leon, gesturing to the brunette beside him. “She’s, um, my girlfriend.”
She was still unusually close to him, nearly clinging to his shoulder. Yet, holding hands was a NO-GO. Gaze swapped between Leon and his father, still silent during their exchange of words. She wasn't being talked to, and as sure as hell was glad for that. But, the age-old question of WHO'S YOUR FRIEND? definitely stirred Margo.
Aw, he called me his girlfriend--- She caught herself before that thought could hatch. A hesitant step forward was taken, a rather ill-mannered figure standing in front of the one's responsible for Leon. Her hair, a curly mess, was brushed out of her face before she offered a hand to the man. "I... I'm sorry about... this. I didn't mean to wake you, I mean, obviously." Oh, god. She realized what she said the second it came out of her stupid mouth. "But, it's not like we were gonna do anything! It's not like we haven't done anything but---Y'know what? I'm just gonna..." And with that, she turned on her heels to walk back to Leon with expression of yep, I fucked up.
selfisharrogantdickhead.
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He had a hold of Margo’s hand, quietly treading across the floor to avoid drawing unwanted attention to the two escape artists. “Watch out for that step,” he warned in a whisper. “It creaks, don’t walk on it.” This information he’d gathered early on, knowing every inch of the house like the back of his hand.
“We should—” The hallway being invaded by sudden light made him freeze in place, slowly turning to look over his shoulder at the two adults standing in the doorway. “Shit.”
The brunette followed behind Leon with light steps, fingers laced with his. She took his information with a nod, avoiding the space like the plague. Throughout the suspence of sneaking through the home to get out, Margo's teeth pressed gently on her lower lip---denting the chapped skin. So close to the door, she could almost FEEL the wind until the lights flickered on. SO CLOSE. The girl squeezes her eyes shut momentarily, muttering something under her breath before turning slowly on her heels.
Meeting with the unhappy faces of Leon's parents only made Margo's stomach drop. She suddenly became aware that her hand was tightly squeezing his, quickly releasing it before wiping it on her jeans. "Uh---" This wasn't the first impression she wanted to make.. "Hello..?"
selfisharrogantdickhead.
Those details was exactly what he loved about Margo, even if he didn’t have the balls to own up to his feelings and admit them. It was what separated her from the other girls, what made her special and what caught his attention in the first place. She was so fucking amazing and he couldn’t get enough of her.
“Nah, definitely you.” Forgetting all about the siblings upstairs, Leon went to playfully attempt to eat Margo up, wrestling with her on the couch while battling her with kisses, nibbles and growls.
With a squeal and a squirm, she fell onto her back, taking him along with her. Margo's cheeks turn a light shade of pink as she laughs until she is lightheaded. Hands playfully tug at his shirt and flaxen hair, occasionally swatting at his shoulders.
Her nose is all scrunged up as kicking legs finally settle around his waist, and between small giggles she surrenders. "Evil. You're evil." She states as hands are able to bring his face close enough to place another playful kiss to his lips.
margo :’) loves :’) leon :’) so :’) much :’)
selfisharrogantdickhead.
“The filthiest. Eeeww, I shouldn’t even be touchin’ you.” He shook her hand while sticking out his tongue to show displeasure. But hell, he couldn’t keep that up for more than a couple of seconds, soon bringing it to his lips to press loving kisses to it instead.
“Nah, that’s why I like you.”
Once his tongue was stuck out in her direction, she cocked her head out slightly with a chomp of her teeth; warning him that if he kept doing that she'd bite it clean off. She also took the liberty to move around on the couch, finding a comfortable place on his lap while facing him.
Hands pat his cheeks with pursed lips and slightly puffed out cheeks. She lets out a quick sigh to release the air she kept in her mouth so she could grin, showing her teeth. "You're the worst," She teased before planting a rather messy and unsteady kiss to his lips.
reminder that margo is on a full hiatus except for @selfisharrogantdickhead!