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there is no easy way to say this: we collided like fist to drywall, but we both ended up bruised. there’s a hole in your stomach and swelling on my knuckles. they said love was beautiful, but they forgot to say that it was broken too
Amanda Helm, Drywall Memories (via amandaspoetry)
Women - Love each other, support each other, defend each other. It comes at a greater cost to you to attack the women around you than it does to empower them. ★
“I just want them to pay.”
But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin.
Aldous Huxley, “Brave New World” (via saidbest)
bayoubitches: Greer watching the sunset.
“This is probably my favorite time of day… I just love watching the sun set on the horizon. It reminds me that no matter what has happened in your past, there is always a new day coming tomorrow.”
“More so, I’d say.” Abigail spat back, ice shooting down her spine as she glared at the brunette before her. She could feel the hate, the anger- hell, she’d seen the girl angry before, and this wasn't that. This wasn't their little tiffs over her family’s beliefs or ever her passionate angry that she fell in love with. This was rage. And that white hot fire, all of it, was directed at her. Abigail fell in love with the girl with steel for bones, and a fire of sheer vengeance aching in her chest. She fell in love with the sliver tongued girl who she knew was destined for something far greater than a future with a fucked up vampire from Atlanta. She was worth more than the highs that Abigail tried to use to forget how much she fucking needed her. But none of it mattered anymore. Her girlfriend, the one person Abigail ever allowed herself to truly and totally love, hated her. And maybe it was for the best. Abigail couldn't match her, she never could. Greer didn't love her anymore and she had to act like she didn't love Greer anymore, for both of their sakes. She scoffed, eyes hardening as her cold irises flashed up to meet hers. “You did love me.” She sighed, shaking her head as she raked her fingers through her hair. ‘And I fucking love you, dumbass. I never stopped.’ The blonde wanted to fucking scream at her. She wanted to kiss her, and fuck her, and hold her, and love her. But she couldn't. Not now, not ever again. She’d ruined that a long fucking time ago.
Abigail was hardly surprised when Greer shoved her, hell, she was banking on it, snatching her wrists as soon as the brunette pushed her. Her touch, even malevolent and violent, still sent tremors up her spine, still made her feel every bit as alive and happy as she did when she first met her. She was still every bit as in love and obsessed as she was when she spoke to her for the first time. She worshiped her, adored her, even the parts that wanted nothing more than to cause her pain. She pushed her back, farther and farther until the girl’s back smacked the brick of the building surrounded them. She held her wrists above her head, keeping them there with one hand. Her other trailed down her arms, to her neck, coiling her fingers around her pale throat. “You hate me?” She asked, so close the words were practically breathed against her lips. She dropped her hand, eyes never leaving her own. She kissed her, softly at first, slow and passionate. As her fingers trailed down her spine, she gripped at her waist, biting her lip harshly as she pulled away. “Show me how much you fucking hate me then.” She whispered, her voice low and breathy, her eyes blown with lust. The look in her eye was dangerous, as if one had just given a recovering addict a line of coke, or waved a bottle in front of an alcoholic that had just sworn off booze. Her voice dropped, wrapping her arms around her neck as she knotted her fingers into the other girl’s hair, placing her lips on her neck. “Please, Greer..”
“No, I didn’t!” There’s a protest on her lips -- that’s the problem with people like her. There’s always a protest on her lips, always difficult, always impossible, a flare gun set to go off, a bomb set to denote and very few know how to handle with care. Abigail was one of the few whose touch she always carved, always soothed and was always addicted and intoxicated too and it made her so utterly sick. A painful ache in her stomach because even with venom in the air and nothing but wasabi laced words traded, her heart is stuck on the other girl. Stubbornly hanging on as if hadn't gotten the coded message that this was a one way street -- that the surge of excitement and the little undeclared feeling (otherwise known as love) that flowed through Greer’s veins whenever Abigail was around was not returned, unrequited and this whole mess between them was nothing more then a bargaining chip Abigail used for leverage in getting what she wanted. The issue with Greer ever admitting she loved her was coming face to face with the fact that Abigail never did.
Maybe it was wiser when Greer had stayed her distance, when her rage hadn't become palms meeting the other’s girls frame, when touch hadn't been exchanged. Because with Abigail’s hands on her and her back against the wall, all she wants to do is arch towards the touch, to press hot kisses to her exposed collarbone and do nothing but devour the girl in sight. She tries to resist at first, to suppress the heat igniting in her stomach and the pure want and need that was flaring up. It was nothing but a fool’s attempt because it wasn't long until her lips parted, a moan escaping from between her teeth as her head rolled back in pleasure, closed eyelids and the canopy of stars above them. Nails raked down Abigail’s back, determined to hurt her for doing this again -- for never quite allowing Greer to be able to give her up, to always coming back for more, to never being able to surrender them up. Greer’s hips instinctively rolled against hers, as soft moans shuddered from her mouth -- the animalistic craving to be closer, and this is all so familiar but still it’s magic and it’s fire and it’s everything she could ever want. That thought causing her eyes to snap open, a growl leaving her lips, as she feels control slipping from her grip, she’s desperate to take it back. Switching their positions with a hand on Abi’s waist, Greer slammed the other girl against the wall. Violently ripping open the other girl’s shirt, heated kisses marking down her stomach, blossoming purple and red bruises near her collarbone to mark only the places she was allowed to touch. Hands wrapping around Abigail’s thighs and hitching her up further on the wall, she just wanted to consume Abigail whole, for this girl had always been her wrecking and she couldn't stop and think about how this would just destroy her in the end.
“Sorry, there wasn’t school where I grew up and also I got this brain thing so I forget stuff. Don’t mean to be so dumb. What kind of like minded ideals do you rally?”
“You weren't educated? Why not? What brain thing? You’re not dumb -- there’s an difference between not knowing and being dumb, one is just simply not knowing facts, names and information -- pretty irrelevant in the long run if you ask me and the other is knowing better but still acting wrong. I align with pro-supernatural ideals, for history we've been made into monsters for just simply being who we are. It’s the way our supernatural species was born into being, we were born with fangs & claws & power being comprehension and I refuse to silence our greatness to appease a weaker race.”
“Look -- if this is too complex to understand right now, that’s okay. It took me years and years to map it out and figure out what all the terms meant. You’re free to tell me about your new jobs instead.”
Lesbian Sex. She’s singing about lesbian sex, isn’t she?
“Yeah, I got a job.. two jobs actually and an apartment. It’s great. But I’m real sorry it’s not going so good for you. What does all that mean - rallys and legislation?”
“Nice -- where at? How -- How are you not aware of those words? How far does your knowledge of the political world extend? A rally is a gathering of people with like minded ideals to protest against something they find unjust or to come together to show support for a cause. A legislation is in sense a law.”
“Aaaand there ya go, mate. All fixed up. Shouldn’t be a bleeder anymore.”
An sincere smile graced her lips, and she’s grateful for the help bandaging the vermilion gash that had fractured the skin right above her eyebrow. A brush of her fingertips against the bandage in reflex to check on it when Rory is done. “Thank ya’ -- Y’know, I might just keep you around. It’s very rarely someone bandages me up... usually I save that work for my younger sisters and --” The words die on her lips for speaking Abi’s name is still painful.
What? Never see a guy get into a bar fight before? Stop looking at me like that.
“I’ve seen it -- I’ve just never seen someone got so scrapped up as a result of it before. Please tell me you at least broke your skin over something worthwhile and not just emotional rage?”
“Come on, again. You aren’t holding your hands properly.”
“Fine -- how the fuck should I be holding my hands then?”
Ever get the feeling that your luck is changing?
“Occasionally -- When I have a good rally or a piece of legislation that I helped draft gets passed. As of late, that luck has been rapidly declining however -- what with being stuck in this godforsaken place. I’m assuming your luck is coming up roses though?”
bayoubitches: Greer seen getting into it with another young woman.
“Do you know how long it takes me to get my hair like this? You touch it you die.”
“Sorry, sorry. I just felt the need to celebrate. The supreme court here in the States finally approved same sex marriage across the board! Now if only Australia would follow suit…”
Greer paused from the touch, a pleasant pressure against her lips which only caused an soft smile to curl across her lips. She blinked when the other person pulled back, and that soft smile spread into a wildfire grin. “Oh no worries Sweets -- take the victories for what they are. It’s pure magic when the fight pays off.”
