WILD BLACKBERRY

what a mischief you would bring, young darling

[nubbsgalore]

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photos by roeselien raimond   

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Shelley Hennig as ’Melinda’ in Scout.

[dailytwolf]

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atlas.

       that’s something he didn’t expect. certainly he was joking, he would        give his blackberries to anyone else ( the only other person he knows        that eats them is his mom ). both of his hands curl around the others        hand gently, brushing his thumb over his hand to calm him down. “don’t        worry, alright? i’m not going to give them to anyone else other than you.        cross my heart, hope to die. see i’m not going to break it.” that’s about        all he says before he realizes the first part of that conversation. most of        them aren’t as pretty either. at least someone thinks he’s pretty. “you really        think i’m prettier than the rest of them? i think you’re pretty pretty too.”

       his breathing slowly settles back to normal ; heart simmers        down from the shock boil. “i swear i know how to share,” he        flushes a light pink, hands slightly loosening their grip in his        shirt as if he’s suddenly aware of his overreaction.        blackberries are just special. panic subsides completely, for        surprise. it takes him a second to catch up, in wake of the        potential lack-of-blackberries threat, but he gets there. pretty.        right. he did say that. mutual pleasing aesthetic enjoyment.        gotcha. “i look little,” eli scrunches up his nose. it’s uncertain        whether he means literally due to his size or the fact that his        face is at least two years behind his age. whatever it is atlas’        is doing to his hand feels nice.

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atlas.

         a mundane? atlas always has so many questions about the          things that eli calls him, or other things that they see while          walking in the woods. to be honest they fascinate him. atlas          laughs a little bit at the little wiggle the boy does. “a mundane?          are we really that boring?’ he askes, still laughing a little bit.          "well thank goodness, i don’t know what i’d do if i was able to          see this beautiful treehouse and not see it.” he’s joking of course.          "or who i’d share my blackberries with.“

       “most of them aren’t as pretty either they’re usually all...        old and they bring their best friends on a leash which is        strange, honestly. myles wouldn’t like that very much i        don’t think,” he rocks back and forth on his heels absently,        smile slowly falling out of place. “oh, no! don’t give ‘em to        anyone else, please! i’ll be good, i promise!” he’s practically        gasping by the end of it, fingers curling into the front of        atlas’ shirt ; eyes wide, pleading. maybe somewhere deep,        deep down he realizes the joke behind the words but panic         gets to the surface before common sense. eli even whimpers        a bit. his lower lip quivers, bless him.

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atlas.

               "i don’t like it,“ atlas pauses to turn around                and look at the smaller boy. "i love it.” he                kind of wants to live in it.

         he’s absolutely chuffed. eli can’t even contain himself ;          he’s beaming, bouncing a bit as he moves over to stand          in front of the other. once there, he wiggles a bit in place.          “never had a mundane up here before. usually keep ‘way          from the humans. boring lot they usually are. i like you,          though.” maybe he’ll ask myles later if they can keep him.

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ice queen.

she should’ve slapped the upside of his head, really. “oh, yeah, of course. living as a wild animal for years and then showing up and scaring the living hell out of your friends while human.” mia pulled her hair up on her head and canted her head to the side. “it’s two in the morning and i’m here to buy coffee because i ran out while i was writing. i look like i’m homeless and have a mess of multicoloured hair on my head. all in all, thank you for that sweet and to the point comment. though, i’m sure you’re bullshitting me. you…well, you look…well. as well. you need a shirt.” she suddenly said while the apples of her cheeks reddened.

"i can assure you i'm not bullshitting you, love." there’s a quick downward glance at himself to assess the situation, but all and all, myles doesn’t really see the problem. “no one’s complaining, really. the blush is cute, though,” he taps the tip of his nose and points at her, lopsided grin forever etched into his stupid face ; bless his heart, he does turn to rummage through the closest clothes rack and throw on the first all black t-shirt he can find.

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atlas.

             "i’ve never scene anything this beautiful in               my entire life.“ atlas might actually die of               it’s beauty. 

               “made it all by myself,” he brushes a bit of fake                dust off his shoulder but the question pleads                genuine curiosity. “you really like it?”

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ice queen.

as soon as she turned the corner, she dropped the basket she’d picked up again. her hand covered her mouth and she just stared with even wider eyes. “…y-you.” mia walked up to him and looked into his own eyes. “m-myles. myles.” her heart was pounding in her chest and she furrowed her brow, “wipe that smug grin off your face! how is this possible?!” mia covered her face with both hands and then she proceeded to place her hands on her hips. “you have been following me my whole bloody life. and then you used to play with me when we were little. this is insane.” but she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him, tightly.

he’s fairly certain that a physical attack is about to commence ; if he remembers her correctly, a swift slap to the upside of his head is in the cards for him. it’s a pleasant surprise to face the embrace, instead ; his arms wrapping snug around her tiny frame for a good half minute. vocals, on the other hand, are a bit rough (excuse the pun) around the edges from disuse, “yeah, you know how it is.” generic, explanatory, but the best he can do under the circumstances. it’s not easy to explain living in the woods as a canine for months (years?) at a time. much less enchanted forests in general. “you look well, love.”

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ATLAS.

          His mother had always taught him to never talk to strangers, but she’d           also always taught him to treat a lady right; so does he not talk to her, or           does he let her make some tea. He’s probably far from any actual person           that could help him give that she is a serial killer, and he’s pretty sure this           stick isn’t going to do him any good. Chances are she’d kill him before he           could get to his knife. But regardless of the possibility of getting killed his           figures he could allow her to make some tea anyway; if he get’s killed tonight           well then he won’t go down without a fight. “Your den?” Atlas raises an eyebrow,           sure cuppa isn’t from around here he knows from travel that it’s not, but he’s           pretty sure that den isn’t a term for someone’s home anywhere. Despite his           question he motions toward the small black bag off to the side with an extra cup.

       Ollie putters about the bag curiously before dipping her hand        inside it, as if to make sure it’s not a trap, while she speaks,        “Where I sleep, yeah. Nice little hole in the tree, it is. Very cozy.        Not very big.” It’s not actually a hole like she suggests. Some        thing that likens that of a Hobbit house than anything, cut right        out the center of a tree trunk. “Don’t you have one? That flimsy        plastic thingy?” She motions towards his tent as if to explain, as        she settles herself back down, nestled right between two large        roots near the fire to pour from the kettle. Both hands hold the        mug, a hum of thanks practically a purr in her throat.

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             “yeah, i know. it’s pretty impressive.”              he’s talking about his tree house.

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ATLAS.

     True he supposes, but it doesn’t mean that he’s going to change      what he says. Yes, everything is possible, but the line has to be      drawn somewhere and he’s pretty sure that magic is it. “The only      thing in front of my nose right now is you.” He mumbles, moving      his head backwards to try and avoid another bop on the nose.        Atlas is a young man, he doesn’t need to be bopped. 

         “Yeah, duh,” Clay points out, head canting curiously at          the way the other male bends away from the touch.          Curious. Must be one of those types that believes in          personal space, not that Clay knows anything about that.          “Can’t you recognize a fairy when you see one, or are          you too swampy in the head?” 

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NEWT.

         ”Don’t get your panties in a twist,          take your buggin’ black berries and          calm down, would ya?”

Newt was not intimate, rather annoyed by his nagging comments and just to bother him even more he keeps the black berries tight in his hands. Newt wouldn’t miss the opportunity to annoy the kid even more.

         “Thank you very much, sir.”

Of course. his thanks is preemptive, as he says it before clasping both hands around the edge of the little box. Upon the other’s lack to give said box, his lower lip starts to quiver. Tears are not far behind, if still hidden behind the sudden burn of his eyes. “Quit that...”

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ICE QUEEN.

now the tiny brunette is confused as she watches the wolf get up. she stays right where she is and sucked her lip ring between her teeth. he’s barking again and she hoped no one noticed it. she pushed herself to her feet and fixed the holes in her jeans before dusting them off, just waiting for him to return. she couldn’t believe this was happening.

first line of business, of course, is making sure his trousers (at the very least) have made the journey back to manhood with him ; he’s thankful to find all clothing accounted for, if a bit dirty. it’s been a while since he’s stood on his hind paws, so to speak. least he bathed in the creek beds with the swampies. when she does come ‘round the corner at the second bark, however, the smug little smile creeps across his features, denting a cheek. “woof,” myles calls just loud enough, making himself right at home with one hip leaned against the shelves.