[mirrcrspeaks]

pocketcrab

{✏️}: “It’s really no trouble at all.” Elliott assured with a smile, shifting the books comfortably in his arms. He was no stranger to checking out a few too many of the things, himself. The local libraries couldn’t stock new books fast enough for the man during his time in the city.

The poor doctor’s shamefaced explanations managed to tug a laugh from deep within the writer’s chest, genuine and far from hostile, “No need for promises, doctor. I’m surprised that most of our library’s books are not currently occupying my cabin.”

As Elliott walked briskly alongside the other, he couldn’t help but snoop a little through the stack of tomes in his arms. A curious brow quirked.

“Your taste in literature is unexpected, if I may say so.” he chuckled once more, “I’ve read quite a few of these titles, myself.”

    Elliott’s laughter is contagious, and Harvey found himself chuckling a little.  “ Oh thank goodness!  I’m glad I’m not the only one who enjoys the genre.  Is it true that there’s a particular formula for the romance novels? “

He’d heard someone grumbling years ago about how every one of these paper-backed stories followed the same structure: first kiss, first erotic scene – they all had to happen in a certain number of pages, or readers would supposedly get bored.  While Harvey had seen a few of these, it thankfully wasn’t too many to turn him away from his little guilty pleasure.  It was nice to find new twists in the typical narrative, anyways.

“ Ah, which was your favorite?  I’ll know where to start. “  Harvey’s hand hesitated on the door to his apartment.  Sheepishly he looked back at Elliott.  “ You don’t mind dogs, do you?  If I open the door now, Amelia might burst out to kiss-attack you. “

[pocketcrab]

{✏️}: “I suppose that may be true for some.” Elliott admitted, “Though if an author is truly committed to their work, their passion will always shine through, formulaic or not.”

As a writer, Elliott was no stranger to those who treated the art as they may any other job; follow the guidelines set to produce a consumable product in a convenient amount of time. He believed, however, that good literature could not be rushed or broken down into such a restrictive formula. Just as any artist, an author needed space to breathe, to tend to their masterpiece until it bloomed. Hard work takes time, and art is hard work.

“This one, without question.” slipping one of the books out from under the small pile in his arms, Elliott lovingly turned it over in order to skim the synopsis, “I found it incredibly difficult to put this one down. I believe I finished it the day I brought it home, if I recall correctly.”

At the mention of the other’s dog, the man felt an icy grip take hold of his chest. He froze, expression morphing from friendly smiles into unease in moments. He swallowed hard, “I... would prefer to avoid that, if I can.”

[almosthumanophelia]

>> CONT. <<

@pocketcrab

{{⚡️}}: “Well... something like that.” The reply was a bit cryptic, but the pale, scrawny, rather tall young woman said it with a smile. She paused, before meeting the handshake with one of her own.

“Ophelia. I did just get here. But I don’t exactly live here. Not in the permanent sense. I kinda move around a lot.”

She adjusted the straps on her backpack, breaking her gaze from the ocean’s dark waters in order to address her single source of company. One hand ran over her messy black hair, pushing it back from her eyes. “And you? You live around here? Uh... wherever here is?”

[pocketcrab]

{✏️}: Elliott’s handshake was firm, yet the smile that accompanied it was warm. He was a tall man, his features defined and hair pristine, and yet he seemed to have a glow about him that radiated a welcoming softness.

Breaking their contact, the writer folded his hands neatly behind his back, “Ah, a wanderer! A burning passion for adventure, or perhaps simply not ready for sedimentary life? I can respect that.”

Turning once more towards the vast open sea, he took in a slow breath, letting it out in another deep sigh. He wondered what life may have been like, had he settled elsewhere, had he wandered.

“I do, though I haven’t long. My cabin is just behind us.” gesturing towards the shore, the man drew his attention to a tiny shack settled in the sand, its wooden walls showing their age. Its look felt mismatched when held against the seemingly high-class dress of the writer. Could there possibly be another cabin nearby?

[pocketcrab]

“This is the witching hour.” quinn thats a terribly ominous thing to say just because someone interrupted your midnight walk (poppyplanted!)

LATE NIGHT WANDERINGS SENTENCE STARTERS ( @poppyplanted )

{✏️}: A chill ran down the writer’s spine, despite the warm evening air that surrounded them both. Elliott hadn’t really been expecting to run into anyone out so late, at least not out here, in the midst of the forest’s trees. Near the Stardrop Saloon, he supposed, a few stragglers may still be milling about on their way back home, but not here. 

“Ah, yes, I… suppose it is.” Elliott replied, unable to completely mask the hint of unease that crept into his tone. He fiddled slightly with the cuffs of his jacket as he looked the other over. Perhaps a change of topic was in order. “You… are new here, are you not? I don’t believe we’ve met.” 

[poppyplanted-archived]

“I - uh, yea, I guess.” Because there really was no polite way to say, no, they’ve been here a few months, but they just hadn’t gotten around to meeting people because that seemed terrifying and now it just seemed rather awkward. 

“You can call me Quinn. What are you doing out so late?” They noticed the nervousness, the strange unease that came to meeting someone unknown in the woods, though they did not place that perhaps, it was due to their own nature. Sitting cross-legged on a fallen tree with naught but the moon and a few, delicately bobbing witchlights behind them, slowly fading as they realized that he probably wasn’t meant to see them. IThe dim light illuminated the points of their ears, the glint of a blade tucked into their belt - just in case. 

“Oh - and who are you?”

[pocketcrab]

{✏️}: The last thing Elliott could possibly wish to be was rude, yet he couldn’t seem to shake the chill of unease that ran down his spine. Meeting a stranger in the woods during the dark of night was not known to be a comforting occurrence, let alone such a mysterious character as this.

“Quinn.” the writer repeated the name aloud, as if testing it out for himself, “It... is certainly a pleasure. My name is Elliott.” with that, he offered a— only slightly hesitant— hand to the other.

Clearing his throat, and hopefully, his uncertainty, he straightened his back and attempted to regain his composure, “I found myself in need of some fresh air to clear my thoughts. The forest is always such a pleasant place to think. Don’t you agree?”

[pocketcrab]

{Wow, I was definitely not expecting that turnout!! I’m super excited to be back, and for all of the threads I’ve got started up! 

I’ll probably start queuing up my replies now that I’ve got all of the starters done, so that I don’t burn myself out!}

[mirrcrspeaks]

pocketcrab said: ❝ let me help with that. ❞ {for Harv!}

soft n caring ( @pocketcrab )

    “ Oh, it’s really okay – “

Harvey’s words were interrupted with a fumble as Elliott took half the stack of books from his arms.  The trip to the library had been…successful, to say the least.  He’d gone in initially to donate some old titles from his collection that he didn’t need nowadays, and had come back with a few more that he didn’t need.  Was it even possible to finish this much in two weeks?  That was what the renew option was for, Harvey supposed.

“ I promise I don’t usually check out this many books at once, “ Harvey said.  “ It’s possible that I got…overzealous, heh.  In my defense, I’ve wanted to read most of these for ages! “

Actually, he went rather romance novel-crazy.  Walking into the clinic, Harvey finally noticed exactly how many he’d checked out.  Don’t acknowledge it, don’t acknowledge it—

“ I suppose we all have our vices. “

[pocketcrab]

{✏️}: “It’s really no trouble at all.” Elliott assured with a smile, shifting the books comfortably in his arms. He was no stranger to checking out a few too many of the things, himself. The local libraries couldn’t stock new books fast enough for the man during his time in the city. 

The poor doctor’s shamefaced explanations managed to tug a laugh from deep within the writer’s chest, genuine and far from hostile, “No need for promises, doctor. I’m surprised that most of our library’s books are not currently occupying my cabin.” 

As Elliott walked briskly alongside the other, he couldn’t help but snoop a little through the stack of tomes in his arms. A curious brow quirked.

“Your taste in literature is unexpected, if I may say so.” he chuckled once more, “I’ve read quite a few of these titles, myself.” 

[pocketcrab]

“Talking a midnight stroll along the beach?”

LATE NIGHT WANDERINGS SENTENCE STARTERS ( @stardropsongstress )

{✏️}: “Oh, yes! It truly is a grand way to clear one’s mind.” 

He had answered before he had even turned to see who had spoken to him. The words had simply left him far before he could react, as though they had already been resting on the very tip of his tongue. When he did turn, he met an unfamiliar face, illuminated by the soft silver light of the midnight moon. Elliott offered a smile, facing the other fully at the water’s edge, its foamy surf lapping at the sand mere steps away.

“Have you come to do the same?"

[pocketcrab]

“This is the witching hour.” quinn thats a terribly ominous thing to say just because someone interrupted your midnight walk (poppyplanted!)

LATE NIGHT WANDERINGS SENTENCE STARTERS ( @poppyplanted )

{✏️}: A chill ran down the writer’s spine, despite the warm evening air that surrounded them both. Elliott hadn’t really been expecting to run into anyone out so late, at least not out here, in the midst of the forest’s trees. Near the Stardrop Saloon, he supposed, a few stragglers may still be milling about on their way back home, but not here. 

“Ah, yes, I... suppose it is.” Elliott replied, unable to completely mask the hint of unease that crept into his tone. He fiddled slightly with the cuffs of his jacket as he looked the other over. Perhaps a change of topic was in order. “You... are new here, are you not? I don’t believe we’ve met.” 

[pocketcrab]

{{⚡️}}: “The ocean is so mysterious at night…”

LATE NIGHT WANDERINGS SENTENCE STARTERS ( @almosthumanophelia )

{✏️}: “Isn’t it, though?” the writer’s voice held a pensive tone. He drew in a deep sigh, taking a moment to appreciate the sting of the salty air. Despite his hardships, he never could regret living so close to the water, “I can’t help but feel drawn to its splendour.” 

Turning towards the newcomer, Elliott couldn’t help but be taken back. This was certainly not someone he recognised. Could this be the new farmer that had caused such a stir in the cozy little town? No, that couldn’t be true. He had caught glimpses of the newcomer here and there, and this was not them. 

“I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting.” the man offered a warm smile, and a hand, “My name is Elliott. I assume you’re new to the area?” 

[pocketcrab]

“You’re going to get yourself lost one of these days.”  Harvey!

LATE NIGHT WANDERINGS SENTENCE STARTERS ( @grcpefruitsky )

{✏️}: “I suppose so.” Elliott replied with a hint of sheepishness, as he held his leg out for Harvey to examine. Sat atop the bed in the doctor’s small office, he absently drummed his fingers against its metal base, miming an all-too-familiar tune. Perhaps he had grown a little too careless in his wandering, as he had managed to twist an ankle during the day’s trek. Not something truly needing the assistance of a physician, no, but Elliott never could pass up a chance to pay the other a visit. 

“I really should bring someone along. Someone more familiar with the area, perhaps?” 

[pocketcrab]

“What brings you to the pier at this hour?” —Ian

LATE NIGHT WANDERINGS SENTENCE STARTERS ( @shearwater-springs )

{✏️}: “Fresh air.” 

A soft smile spread across the writer’s face, and turned his gaze over his shoulder, looking up from his spot on the edge of the dock. His hands sat, folded neatly in his lap, while his legs dangled over the side, feet just nearly touching the water below. He always enjoyed sitting here like this, while the tide was low, even if the evening air often held a note of melancholy. 

“Care to take a seat?” 

[pocketcrab]

“What are you doing out this late?” from harvey

LATE NIGHT WANDERINGS SENTENCE STARTERS ( @pxperhearts )

{✏️}: It wasn’t like Elliott to wander this far into town so late into the evening, and yet, here he was, sitting alone on one of the three neatly positioned benches not far from the Stardrop Saloon. He may have stepped inside, if the establishment hadn’t closed nearly three hours prior. No, tonight was not one for drinking or merriment, it seemed. 

The voice gave the writer a start, though his demeanour remained stoic as he turned towards its source. A slight embarrassment gripped him upon seeing the familiar face of the town’s physician, though he couldn’t pinpoint its source. There was no law against one leaving their house in the eve, he had done no wrong. And yet, he felt as though an explanation was in order, all the same. 

“Ah, doctor!” he greeted, “Please, excuse me. I was simply taking a stroll to clear my head. I can’t say I was expecting to cross paths with anyone else in doing so. ” a soft smile, an ever-so-slight tilt of the head, “Perhaps you are doing the same?” 

[pocketcrab]

“The ocean is so mysterious at night… ” 

LATE NIGHT WANDERINGS SENTENCE STARTERS ( @rotinthedark )

{✏️}: It wasn’t unusual to see the man standing near the water’s edge late into the night, hands held neatly behind his back, face turned out towards the shimmering mirror that stretched far past the horizon. There was something captivating about the silver glimmer of the moon, its quiet beauty swaying in time with the surf. Elliott often found himself longing for its calming allure, especially on sleepless nights such as these. Finding someone else drawn by its siren call, however, was not something he had grown accustomed to. 

In fact, the young man was not one that Elliott was used to seeing anywhere. This was the carpenter’s son, was it not? 

“Indeed.” came his reply, short and to the point, accompanied by a curt nod, and a deep sigh. The air that filled the writer’s lungs tasted of salt. 

Turning his eyes downwards, Elliott looked the other over with a curious gaze, “May I ask, what brings you here at such a solemn hour?”    

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters

“What are you doing out this late?”

“This part of town isn’t a good place to be at this time of night.”

“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” 

“You do realize what time it is, right?” 

“Where are you going at this hour?” 

“The sun isn’t rising anytime soon, you know.” 

“Do you know where I am?” 

“The city looks different at night.” 

“This street is very dark…” 

“Why don’t you come stand in the light?” 

“Are you lost?” 

“I got turned around in the dark…” 

“This isn’t the time to go wandering around.”

“Only fools and trouble come out to these parts at this hour.” 

“Looking for trouble, are we?” 

“A little late to be shopping.” 

“Just coming back from the bar?” 

“Think any of the pubs are still going to be open?” 

“Trouble lurks around every shadowed corner.” 

“Woah! I didn’t see you there!”

“Where did you come from?” 

“What are you doing here?” 

“A bold move to show your face here in the shadows of night.” 

“Go home.” 

“It isn’t safe here at this time of night.” 

“You’re being watched.” 

“What are you doing still up?” 

“Looking for something?” 

“I like walking when the streets are empty.”

“It’s dangerous to walk at night alone.” 

“I know where I’m going.” 

“The trees are kind of spooky…”

“Did you hear that howl?” 

“Was…was that an owl…?” 

“This path is scary at night…” 

“The woods is no place a __ after dusk.” 

“Oh you poor soul, wandering lost in the forest under the new moon…” 

“You can’t see the stars from here…” 

“This is the witching hour.” 

“Dark beasts lurk here. Be cautious.” 

“Stay on the road!” 

“Talking a midnight stroll along the beach?” 

“The ocean is so mysterious at night…” 

“What brings you to the pier at this hour?” 

“What dangers lurk in these dark waters, I wonder.” 

“You’re going to get yourself lost one of these days.” 

🌙+ your own

[leneemusing]

nonverbal memes

add + to reverse who does the action

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention  [ sleep ] for your muse to wake mine  [ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket  [ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.  [ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning  [ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair  [ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair  [ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine  [ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room  [ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer  [ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger  [ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s [ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying  [ eat ]  for your muse to offer mine food [ hit ] for your muse to attack mine  [ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance  [ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine  [ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap  [ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring  [ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually  [ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support  [ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm  [ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand  [ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did  [ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine  [ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap  [ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down  [ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away  [ dream ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare  [ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation  [ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury  [ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine  [ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger  [ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine  [ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[stardropsongstress]

                     “Can you feel my teardrops of the loneliest girl?”                                           Katherine Kirkpatrick

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[rotinthedark]

“I was thinking… people are like stones skipping over the water. Eventually, we’re going to SINK.”

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[mirrcrspeaks]

“ the sky, with citrus hues, will change            and i will sit and watch.       it’s my station.                             i’ve…made my peace with it. “

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