That is my condition

indie kit snicket from lemony snicket's a series of unfortunate events. private, selective, low activity

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triangular-lenses:

The first thought that came to her mind was ‘What an odd question!’ followed shortly by ‘What an odd woman!’ But Ms. Snicket raised a point: why did she like mushrooms, and not ponies or oil pastel drawings or baseball cards? “Well, why does one like anything they do?” Her delivery was deadpan, but her manner (while still stiff) was beginning to relax.

Sighing, Fiona picked up her fork, waving it up and down. “In truth, I don’t really know. I was very young when I decided to like mushrooms, and when I was not too much older than that I decided to love them. Maybe it’s because the caps look cute and soft. Maybe it’s because I was into the macabre. I’m not quite sure….it’s probably a combination of those two, with something else mixed in.”

kit turned her head a little at the question. she thought about it for a second, though kit figured that the deadpan delivery had something to do with the child’s almost distaste for her. kit was a strange person. she was aware of that, but she wasn’t ashamed of it. and she figured that this young woman was just playing on that strangeness and her own distaste. “i suppose that they like things because they give us joy. for example i enjoy writing poetry because i am able to use it as a method to spread my thoughts around, and process what i am thinking.” 

kit tilted her head slightly as fiona explained why she thought that mushrooms were interesting. “that does sound fascinating,” kit said, “i used to think that mushrooms looked like umbrellas for fairies. though i no longer think that, fairies don’t exist, and even if they did i think they would be smart enough to make umbrellas out of things that weren’t mushrooms.” kit ate some of her dinner with a smile. “what would you say is your favorite type of mushroom?” 

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storiiestold:

“Her sugar bowl.”

Beatrice offers out the small stuffed giraffe to Sunny and makes soft cooing noises as tiny hands grip the toy with strong fingers. There’s a tiny smile that comes to Beatrice’s lips then and she’s quiet, listening to her daughter’s nonsense noise.

“I know. And I appreciate it. More than you know.” She murmurs, looking back up to Kit then. “If something were to happen to me, Kit, or to Bertrand; please, make sure my children are safe. Uncle Monty is meant to have  them, but I daresay there are those who’d seek to hurt them if given the  chance. Those against V.F.D.”

a small look of confusion crossed kit’s face. 

“i don’t know about the sugar bowl my dear, but i assume it must be very important if you have chosen to risk so much to steal it,” kit said, her frown deepening. she also looked at the baby, who seemed so soft, and so unworried. sunny made her think about her own children, or the ones that may come soon. sunny was the joy in the world, the joy that the world needed. 

“i will never let the children out of my sight, or at least i will try to make sure that there is someone who can be there for them.” kit pressed her hand onto the hand of the other woman. “monty will receive the children if anything happens to you. but there isn’t anything that is going to happen to you. i’ll protect you.” 

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theyoungersebald:

         “That’s true…but they can form other things,         like us.”

“do you truly feel that we are made from stars? or is that just a simple phrase meant to make all of us feel better?” 

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sebaldcoded:

          ‘there’s STRENGTH in numbers as well. i’m capable enough and two is safer than one.’

“fine, you can come, because i trust you...not because i need the help. don’t think that is the cause.” 

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vfdlibrarian:

“Coming!” Dewey shouted down, echoes carrying his voice through the ceiling to where she would be standing - the acoustics of the hotel were so lovely, really. When he managed to climb down the banister and alight on the floor with his typical spiderlike grace he found her sitting. “You called for me?” he asked, tentative. This was a Snicket, and Snickets had reputations, but this Snicket was his friend and friends were trustworthy. Some friends anyway. 

kit smiled as she watched the spider like figure climb down from the ceiling, and heard his voice echoing down from the high ceilings. she grinned up at him, and patted the ground in the front of her as a message for him to come and sit with her, and to join her. she knew dewey, or she supposed she did, she could only claim to know people as well as they presented themselves to letting them be known by her, and that...that was what he had done. his company was always welcome, and she thought his movements were interesting and lovely. but...she was getting distracted. 

“i did! i need to speak to you,” she said, her delicate voice reaching up to him “please sit, i brought something for you while we talk.” 

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“beatrice my darling,” kit cooed, looking over at her dear friend who was sitting on the other side of the table. she was enjoying a lunch with her old friend, and she was ready to have some conversations with someone who was not a man, a gender that she was not able to shake these days. as the fires in the quagmire mansion raged, she had been forced to chase down a man with a very large gun disguised as a statue of an angel, and she was meant to sleep and rest, but there was nothing that she could do but keep moving. this was a time to finally rest. 

“i don’t want you to be surprised but i do have an interesting lead when it comes to potential fire starters, and i must say that it’s an interesting turn of events to say the least,” kit said leaning over and pouring her bitter, yet decaf tea into a cup, and then pressing that cup to her lips. “but please do guess. i want to see how close you can get to my actual news. i think it would be interesting to see how close you can get.” 

kit loved playing guessing games. it made her feel smart, and it was fun to connect and see what other people knew about what topic she was trying to spread information about. 

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kit let out a long, low, and very deliberate sigh at the words of the person standing in front of her. to be honest she had never gotten a good read on the person’s gender, and so she was never sure what to call them or what to refer to them by. and it was not as if they simply wore name tags with which one could identify them by. so this person, or as she referred to them, the impeccably dressed villain, was getting on one of her last remaining nerves. and she had found she had fewer and fewer nerves left in her body. it was partially because of the state of the world, and partially because of the state of her head. 

“and what...exactly do you think that you will be able to do with me? do you think that you’ll be able to get information out of me?” she said, a laugh that was very sarcastic. she placed her hand on the table in front of her. her hair was barely contained in it’s bun and there were pencils holding that in place. she had so little time left in the day, the fires that were burning still lit up the night sky. she turned her attention back to the impeccably dressed villain and back to getting out of the situation. 

“so...if you don’t realize that you are wasting your time i’d love to be let free, i think a person like you can understand that i am a very busy woman.” 

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sebaldcoded:

              ‘for one, you thought it best to go ALONE. i know you’re brave, but that’s far too reckless.’

“i am stronger than you think....what do you think that you could add to this that i could not bring?” 

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violetsfaileddenouement:

Violet let Kit sit with her, enjoying the company. She knew Kit had been a close friend to her mother, and in the company of those her parents loved, Violet always felt a bit more connected to them. She was beginning to understand just why her parents had hid these people from their children, and now just felt pleased that there are people in this world that knew her parents well, and that she can now know them like that. Her siblings were at home, or about as much of a home as you can call a place you’ll likely have had to flee within the month. Violet had gone out to separate herself, hoping a sense of calm would find her if she sat quietly for long enough. She didn’t explain this to Kit, however, opting to reply with a small, “Around.”

kit smiled softly, pressing a hand onto the shoulder of the girl next to her. violet was smart, but she knew that violet was not telling her the whole truth, or was hiding something from her. not that it really mattered, it was only that kit wanted violet and the other children to feel comfortable to tell her things, and to think that she was their friends. her other hand curved around her stomach as was her habit now. she sat in silence again because she did not want to break it. though she did finally say something, a simple phrase to break the silence. 

“you can trust me, “ she said. “i want you to know that, and i want that to be something that you truly understand, because i think that a part of you does not truly trust me.” 

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triangular-lenses:

The woman sitting across the table was not a friend, but she was not a stranger either. Something about her seemed familiar. Perhaps she was a friend of Stepfather’s or Fernald’s, and maybe Fiona had met her once when she was very little. As many will understand, the adults introduced in passing are hardly top-priority for a preoccupied child. While the name may ring a faint bell, those adults cannot be considered anything more than “acquaintances.” However, it is rude to say you do not remember someone who thinks of you fondly, so you sit, feigning friendship until the fiction becomes a reality.

“Champignons provencale, prepared with the wild Agaricus Campestris.” Fiona frowned, trying to think of a translation for the mushroom moronic. “It’s like the common button mushroom, but…feral. Undomesticated. Au natural, in the most literal sense.”

kit nodded at the intelligence of the girl in front of her. fiona was very smart, and she was very useful. the world needed more smart and useful girls. she had met fiona once or twice before when she was very little, before she wore glasses. she knew that the girl most likely did not know her that well, and she was fine with that, but she did know that this girl needed to be her friend. with such important missions, and such important problems that could soon become reality. but kit began to eat. 

“i’m glad you know so much,” she said, mushrooms were amongst her favorite foods, and it would be a shame to lose such a marvelous dish. “tell me, why are you so interested in mushrooms? it’s a lovely topic, but what makes it so inspiring to you?” 

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“dewey! please come down!” 

kit was calling up to an empty space in the hotel. the place she knew the sub sub librarian to stay. he was an interesting fellow and she cared for him, but he was awfully hard to find. she supposed that this was the nature of his work. she sat on the floor, legs crossed, pulling her dress hem over her knees so that it lightly came and pulled over the floor. she had a very small book of poetry, and she had a very small basket of sweets, a treat for the one who enjoyed living in the ceilings so much. she placed her hands on her lap and waited. though if he waited much longer to come she might begin to read to pass the time. 

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