* never apologize / never explain

independent. selective. private. helena peabody from tlw. as told by and cared for kendra___

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Helena Peabody - The L Word

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womenwritten:

@peabcdy liked for a lil lyric starter It’s Only Love - Sheryl Crow

     “Sometimes lonely is not only a word,                                        but the faces I have known.”

        Lips twitch and the corners of pale blue eyes crinkle. “Funny how you don’t have to be alone to feel lonely. Quite the paradox, isn’t it?” 

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        “Oh, I really don’t intend on being in here for very long.” Weight shifts, arms folding tightly at her sternum with knees pressing together while she remains seated on the edge of this-- rather chilly-- flimsy bench. “My mother is working on my release right now as we speak.” Hopefully, maybe. Please, Lord. 

        “And believe me, I know how that sounds.” Poor little rich girl, hiding behind mummy’s money. “But I just want it to be known that I don’t want any trouble.” The posh accent doesn’t help. She’s aware of how she’s making herself out to be an absolute joke. 

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        “You push and you pull and you tell yourself no.” Crystal glass raises, lips pressing against the rim while a wrist tilts. Another shot knocked back, another blurred memory. 

         “It’s like when you lie down and the veins grow in slow.” 

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spacedijks:

me, speaking to a man i have just met and barely talked to who hasn’t done anything particularly offensive yet: you’re on thin ice, pal.

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atomgun:

“well that’s gotta be the coldest kind offer i’ve ever had.” caelan glances up from her sleeves, eyes still slightly red from the mess she’s made herself into the past few days. “are y’ sure? it would… make the world of difference. livin’ with y’ ex while she figures out how t’ kick you out isn’t exactly the most comfortable situation. but how solid is that not my company thing because y’ the closest thing i got t’ a friend right now - god, that sounds pathetic.”

        “Yeah, well...” A sigh breaks past a set of lips before a soft smile forms. Regardless if it can be seen or not in this dim lighting, it’s there. And it’s spreading as she rounds the bar and slides an arm around the other’s small set of shoulders. “Maybe what you need a little bit of tough love.” A pull closer, a firmer squeeze. “Come on,” a jerk of her head, a lift of her gaze to quietly gesture at one of her girl’s behind the counter, to make her sure her departure was known. 

        “You can have the room that you broke into last year. Look at you coming full circle.” 

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atomgun:

caelan’s head is still rested atop her arms, face buried against her sleeves as a muffled voice rises from the pathetic scene. “why would anyone wanna spend time with me right now? that was my longest relationship since college - and it lasted a month.”

        “I’m offering you my help, not my company.” Weight shifts, gaze dropping down on the younger woman and hands gripping the edge of the bar, fingers curling and palms squeezing. She isn’t going to feed into this pity party Caelan is throwing for herself. “I don’t want to see you on the streets. I have plenty of spare rooms. One of them can be yours until you’re able to get back on your feet. Break-ups are not the end of the world.” She needs her to know that. 

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atomgun:

@peabcdy gets a throwback (take a bow - rihanna)

“don’t tell me you’re sorry cause y’ not.”

        “I can be sympathetic without being sorry.” Palegrino is lifted and a small sip is taken before setting it back down on top of the bar. “Come stay with me. And before you protest, no, this isn’t an invitation out of pity.” 

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braccati:

     ren hadn’t hid who she was from helena, helena had just chosen to turn a blind eye to it. to see only what she wanted to see & nothing else. which was of no fault of the mafioso’s. it isn’t anger she feels, though those last words cause an ache in a part of her soul she’d long forgotten. humanity. ha! “ it’s exactly this kind of mindset that got you in this mess to begin with. “ she reminds her, not so gently. 

     “ so what would you have me do? whether i hide that part of me from you or not does not change it. just because the sheep makes friends with the wolf does not mean the wolf will not eat it if he is hungry enough. “ it’s in the nature of a beast to devour the weak.

     “ if it perturbs you so, you can find your way to the door & run back to your mother’s money & await the next woman to lure you to her bed, or servitude, “ was that too low a blow? she smirks, regardless, “ or you can accept that i am a heartless monster & get on with it. “

        Neck snaps and gaze pierces. Jaw clicks, once, twice. Icy hues lighten in the florescents. Pale, nearly stark white. She’s been shot, wounded. Fragments of bullets rip and tear through flesh and bone, shredding muscle and burying into organs. 

        “You care about me.” Stop hurting me. 

        “Despite my vulnerability.” Not necessarily a fact, just an observation. She won’t even deny it. She knows how ofter her heart is left open to bleed on her sleeve, eviscerated and raw. She’s aware of how easily trust is placed. “Just as I care about you.”

        Glass is raised, the remain liquor tossed to the back of her throat, left to burn an esophagus and singe a stomach. “Despite you taking advantage of that.” Another drink is poured. She isn’t going anywhere. 

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x || @braccati cont. (x)

        A drink. She needs a drink. Jameson, Grey Goose, Patron, anything. Doubled. Tripled, perhaps? Slender fingers grip the stained glass bottle of clear liquor before a wrist twists to tip and pour into the crystal glass on top of the island countertop. 

        “I think I was comfortable being blind.” Maybe not the most ideal or practical, but it certainly was the safest bet she had. What she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her. 

        The glass is lifted to a pair of glossed lips, rim pressing against as a generous gulp is taken. “I don’t so much as care about what you do for a living-- But I do, however, take a somewhat personal interest in your humanity. Or--” Gaze drops and mouth hangs agape, another sip of alcohol is taken before she can finish the broken sentence hanging off of the tip of her tongue. “--Lack thereof.”

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