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┊ ✧ the people who consider you weak have not yet noticed the wolf hiding behind your eyes, not the flames inside your soul. let them think you are weak and do what wolves and fire do best. surprise them when they least expect it.
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she's got a psycho inside her, i think that i kinda like her.
i think i'm gonna make a new blog for a fresh start. please, don't feel obligated to re-follow me if you're not interested. i'll post the link once i get things set up, xo.
work starts bright and early tomorrow morning, so my time around here will be limited for the next week or so as i figure out a schedule. someone come knock me upside the head so i can write something half-ass decent before then, yeah?
her fists pound against the door, much to no avail. how long has she been down here? hours? days? grace knows no semblance of time, cannot feel the warmth of the sun on her face, instead it is cold and damp, and shivers work their way across her spine. she collapses into a pile of filth in the corner, rags and a makeshift blanket, chest heavy with sobs as they work their way through her ribcage and escape out a mouth that could seem like an endless supply of sorrow.
for she weeps, and she does not stop.
sleep finds her eventually, body exhausted with this newfound routine that she's been thrust into. it's times like these when she can escape the madness that is her life and enter the dreamscape, an altogether wonderful place full of magic and light and anything that's not her harsh day to day reality.
she pauses. can she focus herself enough to contact henrietta? the thought never crossed her mind once more, but memories resurfacing of her older sister, bright blue eyes and a tangled mess of curls, she feels like she might be able to call upon her in her hour of need. whenever she's needed a knight in shining armor before, henrietta has been her prince charming to the rescue.
"henrietta."
she says aloud, takes a breath, and focuses. her body is still asleep, but her mind, it wanders.
"henrietta,"
she says again, this time with a more forceful tone, and she can feel the inner workings of something fantastical spreading throughout the space she finds herself in. a flash of something, like color across the front of her eyes, and she's there.
henrietta looks tired, to say the least, exhausted at best. she scribbles into a book, paces back and forth, but does not notice the image in the corner. does not reach out. grace feels like a lost tether to reality, searching for something that will never come, but she has to try. because if she gives up, that's the end of things, and grace was not a quitter.
"etta!"
she calls, and it causes a shift in the opposite brunette's shoulders, the slump of a back straightened as she turns. the look on her face is one of misery - and then mystery, like a shocked expression, an arched brow.
"grace?"
confusion sets in across etta's features, and grace can feel something tugging her out of this existence and back into her own. it's hungry, volatile, ready to swallow her whole.
"etta you have to help me,"
she cries out, tears beginning to stream down soft cheeks, staining the skin in their wake. henrietta focuses, reaches out her fingers as if to touch, to feel the wamrth of her sister's skin against her own, to remind her that she's here, and alive, and that this isn't a dream. but like wisps of smoke, the image flickers, and grace can feel herself shunted from the dream.
she sits up gasping for air, desperate to fill her lungs with the oxygen lost, and theres something cavernous in her chest, a heavy weight upon her shoulders.
it has begun.
will the sacrificial lamb make it to the slaughter? or will her knight in shining armor get to her in time?
there's soft humming that weaves into the space around, the voice of one violet dawson escaping through parted lips and onto the air. she sings along to the lyrics of some song nobody knows, as if she can see the musical notes twisting and shifting above her head.
when she catches the attention of a passerby, someone who seems undoubtedly drawn to her, the singing doesn't stop, but she flashes a wink in their direction, continues to belt out a melody that is unlike any other, like a song from ancient times, long since forgotten.
in her hands is a sketchbook, and she's sitting on the steps of the court house drawing the scene across the street, a spring day in which the trees in the small park are set ablaze with the sunlight beaming off their leaves, tiny flowers peppered in, completely in bloom.
when one of the people she seems to have captivated approaches, the brunette smiles wide, a hint of fanged teeth just for a brief second before painted lips speak words of not song, but speech.
"you ever hear that song before?"
she asks, a tilt of her head as she reaches into the pocket of her leather jacket, pulling out a crumpled pack of cigarettes. finding one that is mostly intact, she snakes it free from the confines of paper and brings it between her lips, striking her thumb and forefinger against the lighter to set it ablaze.
the stranger is yet to speak, and that causes her grin to go a little bit more salacious in nature, still inviting, but more on the playful side of things, if she were to have to describe it.
"you seem captivated, cat got your tongue, honey?
THE ENTIRE DAY HAD BEEN like this, like kate had woken up on the wrong side of the bed and nothing was going to fix it. not unless she went back to the mattress and attempted to start the whole day OVER again. which, unfortunately, the cleaner really just didn't have the time for.
❝ i... don't. ❞ not only was she usually perfectly careful, kate would even go as far as to say she was graceful. natasha was the one who DROPPED things.
the amount of times she'd cleaned up AFTER her...
❝ no, i — ❞ her nose scrunches, motioning to the ground beneath her. ❝ it just slipped from my hands. ❞ she takes the rag, starting to mop up the bleach which immediately turns the soft pink to a DISGUSTING yellow. well, that's another thing she's ruined today.
❝ thank you for helping. i really don't know what's gotten into me. ❞ she flashes the other woman a smile, but it doesn't fully reach her eyes. ❝ you don't happen to have another rag, do you? ❞
"everyone has off days, darlin',"
henrietta croons, bending to pick pieces of scattered glass off the floor that had scampered off into the far corners of the widened space. tucking a strand of hair back behind her ear, the brunette offers her companion a soft smile, trying to lighten the air between them. there's something - an energy that shifts between them, like static in the air, but she can't place her finger on it's source.
maybe that's why kate had dropped the glass onto the floorboards.
she was going to add that she was clumsy enough all the time, but something about her kept that detail back, like she was compensating for something she couldn't really see.
she pulls another rag, dirtied with a bit of muck and grime, but useful enough to clean a spill, from the pocket of her jeans and sends it right on over to the woman standing opposite her.
"as long as you're alrigh', that's what matters. there ain't nothing to cry over when it comes to spilled liquids,"
slowly, whilst working together, they managed to clean up the mess and get things as right as rain again, causing henrietta to place her hands upon her hips and shake a tendril of hair out of her eyes.
"see, nothin' lost," she says with a bright smile. "i'm henrietta, and thank me? honey, no, thank you for helpin' me clean up this mess, i truly do appreciate it. never really did like that bottle anyways."
THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER SENTENCE STARTERS
❛ I'm sorry for your loss, your...your losses, rather. ❜
❛ Nobody gets away with anything. Not really. ❜
❛ Don't lecture me about family values. You're just as shit in that department as I am. ❜
❛ That day was the last day we were all in the same place. Alive. ❜
❛ They will love you because I love you, and the only thing stronger than love is how scared they are of getting cut out of the will. ❜
❛ And most people go their whole, wasted, stupid lives without one minute of true resolution. Not me though. ❜
❛ You know what a resolution is? It's a deal you make with the future. ❜
❛ The people in charge of making us healthy make us sick. We cheat the dying. We fleece the poor. Promote the racist. Let the demons run amok. This world needs changing. ❜
❛ You're supposed to be shadowing me. Shadows don't fucking talk. ❜
❛ This is beneath you. And you're going to kill it. But you're better than all of this. And the minute you figure that out, you're going to be unstoppable. ❜
❛ There's no such thing as a step back. You go forward. If you hit a brick wall, you don't go back, you go through. ❜
❛ Nearly realized is the sweetest. It's better, I promise, in the moment just before than in the moment after. ❜
❛ You are consequence. And tonight, you are consequential. ❜
❛ You are a pretty, pretty little thing. ❜
❛ You wonder why people hate us. This is why. ❜
❛ Everybody knows that edible arrangements are what you send to people you hate. ❜
❛ If you start thinking this is reality, you'll just slip into the abyss. ❜
❛ We can talk about it after because I've had a shit day and I really just wanna starfish and forget the world. ❜
❛ Don't talk to me until I've come at least twice. ❜
❛ I love how deliciously, pointlessly mean you lot can be. ❜
❛ You still didn't need to come here though. It could have happened quiet. Peaceful. In bed. But I guess it's got to happen like this. ❜
❛ It's amazing how far you can get on denial. You know why so many people use denial to get by? Because it really fucking works. ❜
❛ You can't enhance this image? You see it all the time on TV. They hit a button, it enhances it. ❜
❛ I don't even own anything funeral black. ❜
❛ Satin is silk for poor people, no one should wear it to a funeral, unless they died in it. ❜
❛ Nobody knows they're the fall guy until they're falling.❜
❛ Women are the natural leaders of the species. Ancient Egypt had it right. ❜
❛ Okay, just because the door's open doesn't necessarily guarantee you a seat at the table. ❜
❛ You're not who I thought you were. ❜
❛ I really didn't want to think it, but...you're all fucking monsters. ❜
❛ Watching you shit on your principles would have been worth every fucking penny. ❜
❛ The mind of guilt is full of scorpions. And I wouldn't wish their sting on anyone. ❜
❛ Don't have to be smart to be dangerous. I'm not scared of rattlesnakes 'cause they're so smart. ❜
❛ You're so out of touch with your human side...you can't even listen to anything outside your own head. ❜
❛ I haven't seen you sleep in like...I mean, it's been a fucking long time. Like, horror movie long. ❜
❛ Life is insane. It is madness. The sooner you understand that, the better off you'll be. ❜
❛ The world might not be safe but listen to me, and listen carefully. I won't let anything happen to you. ❜
❛ All these terrible things and I thought, that's when people come together. But we've never been further apart. ❜
❛ Tell me it's worth it. Tell me you know the risk and I'll be there with you. I'll back you up. Just tell me. ❜
❛ Shut your mouth, get your shit together. The fuck is wrong with you? ❜
❛ Men, when they think they're immortal, all they want to do is fuck. When they figure out they're going to die, all they want to do is fuck. ❜
❛ It just makes you think, you know, life is so fucking short. ❜
❛ You don't have to be a tyrant, but if you don't want to be consistently cruel, then you have to be sufficiently brutal at least once to establish authority. ❜
❛ I thought it was an act. I figured you just played the housewife so you could keep a roof over your head. Spread your legs or suck his dick twice a week and you're set. You never have to work a day in your life. And I thought, "Good for her, she found her angle," but...this is really you. Isn't it? ❜
❛ Words got us into this, words can get us out. ❜
❛ You're a collection of impeccable, elaborate masks in orbit of a stunted heart. ❜
❛ There are certain things one shouldn't have to face in life. Time enough for self-reflection after. ❜
❛ I don't normally like to get my hands this dirty, but honey, you earned it. ❜
❛ I see you now. I look at you and I see... You. The poverty of you. ❜
❛ The real world is Darwinian. Survival, chaos, power. Leverage. ❜
❛ You feel it. In the air. We're sitting outside of time and space. ❜
❛ This is the moment luck meets opportunity. ❜
❛ In the ancient world, we'd seal this with blood, or spit. And then later, papyrus. But, a deal's a deal all over the world. ❜
❛ We're a... virus, I think. People, I mean. ❜
❛ But everyone loves something. And in that love there's collateral. ❜
❛ I say this with love. Let it go. Let it all go. ❜
❛ So I say, we stand tall and proud. Bill's come due. Let's not hide here in the basement like we've got something to be ashamed of. No. Not us. You and me against the world. ❜
❛ It may not have been perfect, but you can't say we didn't change the world. How many people can say that at the end? ❜
❛ I knew I would climb to the top of the tower on a pile of corpses. ❜
❛ It don't matter in the end why you did any of it. I don't fucking care why you did it. We don't want your confession, or your rationale, or your explanation. ❜
how is she supposed to go through life when the person she was brought into this world alongside has been ripped from her? cast into shadow, beyond the veil to the land of darkness and misery, a hell of their own making. their visage comes and goes, striking into moments of her life that are nothing but ordinary, making things better for a brief second before they're gone again and she's left wanting.
"why do you come and go as you do,"
she asks dominic, as a tilt of her head. between two palms is a cup of coffee, lukewarm to the touch, but enough to keep her satisfied for now. they shift, their image blurring in the flourescent lights above, coming in a way that resembles static on a television screen. they flicker and stabilize, and when they're propped up on the counter now, feet dangling back and forth, a laugh escapes their lips.
"dunno. just...feels right."
of course, the cryptic answer is nothing other than ordinary at this point, speaking in riddles, never giving a full answer, not in life, and certainly not in death. their smile still radiates the heat of a thousand suns, bright and shining and giving warmth to the inside of her belly because they're here. and just like that, they're gone, and there's an ever present darkness that shrouds her like a veil, contorting and twisting in a way that speaks to the darkness that truly emerges from beyond whatever veil they've come from.
for the truth is not hers to know, this is not her sibling, but a demon focusing on pain and suffering, willing them to allow them to feed, to grow stronger, in hopes that one day they can swallow their soul and inhabit their body. it has little regard for humans, of course, but the idea of wreaking havoc on unsuspecting folks burns bright in it's belly and rages them forward.
and then they're back, this time standing in the doorway, lingering in the presence of sunlight.
"you should sleep."
dominic tells her, and she can feel the bags underneath her eyes nearly shifting in response, growing in a moment's notice. sleep has evaded her of late - restless and constantly shifting. the demon controls her during the night times, it's easier to pierce through and envelop her entirely, shift her thinking to something that would cause harm. she stalks the streets in search of something, anything, to get her high.
there's a soft laughter that erupts from her chest, melodic in it's own right, but she shakes her head and ingests the cup of coffee at a speed unlike any other, nearly choking on the warm liquid.
"sleep evades me."
she says, simply, and there is no questioning that fact. dominic clicks his tongue against his teeth and shifts to where he's standing over her, fingers as if they would brush the hair out of her eyes if at all possible. she swears she can feel him, the former warmth of his skin pressed against her brow, but it's all in her head, isn't it? he's dead and gone and nothing about his presence is warm anymore with the exception of his smile.
"you're running yourself ragged, ma chérie,"
he whispers, the deep southern croak of his voice held on to like a lifeline. she cradles it and presses it to her chest, the thought of him, and closes her eyes and listens to the gentle humming that escapes his lips. it's almost like time exists in a vacuum, when he's around. like nothing shifts or moves like it's meant to, she can simply exist. but once again, he is gone, a phantom kiss pressed to the top of her head, and she can feel the sting of tears in her eyes already beginning to form.
there's a smile on talia's face as she works through planting a series of flowers in the dirt just outside the graveyard. up to her elbows in muck, she hums softly to herself, brushing bits of dirty fingers across a sweat soaked brow. the sensation of happiness is radiating off of her in waves, unable to be contained inside the blonde's thin ribcage.
working steadily, the sound of work boots on gravel finds her ears, and she looks up for a brief second before continuing her work, still with the smile on her face. "hiyah, dominic!" she says, giving him a small wave before placing the next set of flowers into the dirt. she brushes her fingers over the petals, giving them a gentle pat and a whispered word of encouragement before shifting to the next plot.
"hey, talia?"
he asks, his hand on the back of his neck like he's about to ask her something serious, something that makes him nervous. he doesn't know how she'll react in response to hearing about her death - he only knows because he overheard tabitha discussing it one day.
"yes?"
she says, and there's dirt smudged across her cheeks, but the smile that spreads across her lips is radiant as the dawn. shielding her eyes slightly with the sun at it's highest point, the blonde shifts her position slightly to get a better look at the questioning man.
"how come you're so happy all the time?"
there is a look of confusion etched across the blonde's face.
"whaddya mean?"
"just...look'a your situation. you're dead....um...er...technically. sorry darlin' i don't know how to approach this subject, it's just. don't you think you should be pissed off at the world or somethin'?"
she wipes her hands across the front of her jeans, dirt now caking into denim fabric as she stands. a clean hand is pressed against the taller man's shoulder, shifting slightly so she can look into his eyes.
"the worst thing that could happen to me has already happened."
the look on his face is one of understanding, something she didn't expect to garner from him in just a short moment.
"the rest is just kinda....gravy, ya'know?"
and with that, talia goes back to her gardening. at least, momentarily before she starts to wave a trowel around, shifting to get dominic's attention. it took as much as throwing a wad of dirt at his back, causing him to jump slightly.
"but if you speak with gerald, over in plot 3g - tell 'em he owes me a fuck ton'a money. bastard cheated at poker last week."
he can hear her yapping behind him , but he pays her no attention. he only grumbles to himself about 'this is why i go it alone' and focuses on where he's headed to next. he stops to pull his map out of his bag and scans the area around him. is he facing west now ? east ? he wasn't sure. and her talkin' nonsense back there was distracting him. frustrated , he folded it up and tucked it in his pocket before turning to face her.
❝ you done runnin' your mouth yet ? ❞ he asks , arms crossing over his chest. his eyes meet the flash of the flask. ❝ what's in it ? ❞ he's uncertain , but also the temptation of getting a taste of the liquid inside causes his tongue to wet his dry lips. without another word , he takes it and drinks about a quarter of it before he hands it back over. ❝ hector , ❞ he replies. the warmth of the alcohol fills him and he begins to feel almost whole again. ❝ and no. you ? ❞ god , he hates small talk , but i guess it's either give in or keep listening to just her speaking.
his feet begin to carry him forward once more , but stop when she mentions the cut on his leg. he looks down to see she's right - and there's a large slice on his leg where the edge of the rock must have cut when he had to get himself out of that hole. ❝ yeah , thanks. ❞ he kneels down to dig in his pack again for a bandage , but he seems to be fresh out. ❝ you got one on you ? because if not , we're gonna have to find a pharmacy to raid. ❞
she quirked a brow at him when he takes the flask and asks what inside. at this point in the state of the world, does it really matter? booze is booze and that's something you don't come across lightly, especially since the good shit has damn near gone extinct.
so to speak.
she'd found herself in some kind of bunker recently, unraided, and it had a bunch of shit she would never have expected to survive the apocalypse, thankful for a series of lock picks that had helped her break into the damn place.
"it's booze," she says, and shrugs her shoulders when he takes a swig.
the way he glances down at his leg, she leans in slightly to get a better look at the situation on hand. she herself didn't have any bandages, but the blonde went ahead and ripped part of her flannel that she was wearing, handing a piece of fabric over to the man to use as a makeshift bandaid in the event they weren't able to find one in a short period of time.
"this'll do for now. c'mon, better get our ass up an' outta here 'fore the horde senses our location. heard 'em about a mile or so off shifting in this direction before i stumbled 'cross you."
she raises a hand above her eyes and shifts her position slightly.
"think there's some sort of civilization a mile or so back, maybe we can find some good shit there."
@holyfailed asks : we have a bigger problem than we thought we did. ( for adelaide )
the two women are standing together and there's something looming ahead, a darkened shadow that seems to encapsulate all areas of light around it's being, and it's coming towards them. adelaide holds onto jordan's hand like a tether to reality, like she's holding on for dear life and afraid of sinking into the darkness that threatens to envelop her whole.
"what...what do you want?" adelaide shouts, hoping to get some sort of verbal response instead of the feelings that are coming off the creature...being....whatever it is in waves. there's a heavy sense of dread in the air and it radiates out towards them, pulsing in a layer of darkness and what appears like thick blanketed smoke from the inside of whatever this corporeal thing was.
"i think we should run," adelaide whispers over to jordan, but finds herself locked in place, as if she was frozen to this very spot. "but i um...i can't seem to move my legs..."
@holyfailed asks : i'm not usually this direct, but... what is wrong with you? (for madelaine)
she glances over at jordan, head in her hands as she shifts her gaze from the ceiling back towards her friend. "if we're bein' honest, a lot of thangs," she says, accent shifting to become a little thicker in her time of desperation. a loud sigh escapes her lips and she shifts, now leaning upside down on the couch with her feet over the back of it, as her head rests down near the coffee table.
"i think i'm just goin' through my mid-life crisis early," she explains, using her hands to talk as she emphasizes the word 'crisis'. madelaine couldn't explain what was going on in her life recently, though things just seemed to be going in and out of a revolving door of chaos for the past couple of days, maybe a week or two.
"i think i need to get hammered. you interested in a night on the town or something? good food....better booze.....not having to give two shits about what people think of us?"
— 「 RE: @notladylikes .
❝ AH, SHIT! ❞ SHE CURSES LOUDLY as the open bottle in her hand drops to the ground, splattering straight bleach all over the floor and herself. Kate sighs rather dramatically, eyes finding the ceiling as she ATTEMPTS to ground herself. Well, fuck. Today was not her day. God, she could use a drink, or loud music in a club where she can dance and forget EVERYTHING wrong with the world.
❝ I am... so sorry. I'll... I'll clean it up. ❞
"no please, let me help you,"
henrietta says, her fingers already finding a spare cloth to send over in kate's direction in an attempt to clean up some of the spilled liquid that is beginning to seep into the floorboards. no harm, no foul. but she gingerly bends down and begins to pick up small shards of glass, careful not to let them embed into the skin of herself nor her companion.
"i'm quite the clutz myself, i've broken many a bottle in my day."
she says, trying to lighten the sort of mood that seems to have shifted in the establishment.
"you didn't cut or hurt yourself, did you? i have a first aid kit.....somewhere if you're in need of a bandage."
henrietta's smile is warm and inviting, and she hopes that she brings about a sense of calm to the other woman as they work together to clean. it's rare that she has a day in which she is so coherent, the voices from those beyond the grave constantly flooding inside of her skull and making her want to pull her hair out, but it was almost like a shock to her system. at the sound of breaking glass, things quietened, and she was able to have a bit of reprieve.
she should be thanking the other woman, if she was being honest.
i know I have replies to get to but I've been sick as fuck with a bad sinus infection.
Now that I'm on medicine and starting to get better I'll get to doing things soon, I promise.
