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@runeread
Guess who cried so much at jackass best and last
@runecast | kissing your partner to seal a marriage.
she feels like she's going to burst the moment they step into the room for the ceremonyā it's complete and utter buoyancy. but the day had built up slowly. their morning had been sleepy and sweet. they'd decided exchange vows at home before the courthouse. fingers tangled in his, both of them still in their pajamas, cyn had her best to give voice to even a fraction of her love for mark. they'd passed a little time as if it was an ordinary dayā but as the seconds crept by, she could feel her feet start to leave the ground. we're getting married, she'd said (for the first of many times), and all serenity was out the window from there. exuberance had merrily taken its place, and all day she could hardly look at mark without splitting into a grin.
the ceremony is short, but it still makes her heart race. when she says 'i do,' she doesn't think she's ever meant two words more in her entire life. it was naive of her to think she'd gotten all of her happy tears out this morning, because more spring to her eyes before the minister can even finish speaking. her eyes don't leave mark's for a secondā she has always looked at him and seen a future, but today they get to celebrate it. the moment cyn hears itā you may seal your union with a kissā her lips are on his. she's smiling so widely that their lips only touch in places.
she would have it no other way.
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as my own neurosis became more subdued, i found myself unconsciously drawn to female characters who exhibited signs of behaviors i had recognized in myself: repression, delusion, jealousy, paranoia, hysteria*.
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@runeleft said: shall we stay a bit calm?
cyn doesn't really realize she's pacing until nic speaks. she stops, so abrupt that she sways a bit. a little flush runs over her and she shoots the other woman a sheepish look. "iā yeah," she scrunches her eyes shut, "no, you're right." her arms are folded tight across her chest, back arching down like it'll all be fine if she can just fold in on herself. "i justā it happens, sometimes, where i just feel like something's wrong. and sometimes it's nothing, but sometimes it is somethingā and it's the not knowing? because, like, if i wait too long, maybe it's too late, but if i start messing around with something i don't understand trying to fix a problem that isn't thereā" she catches herself again. dark eyes flit up to meet nic's. "...calm. i don't always... do great with calm."
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PARACHUTE (2023)
mark never gets used to it. he never relaxes when cyn does this, his nerves pulled along the edge of a very thin razor every single time she goes under. he waits, though, holding vigil at her bedside during the aftermath. it's not their room, of courseā mark would rather die than have anything like this disrupt the safety of their bedroom. the spare room is made up so she'll be comfortable. it's usually good like this.
it's different this time. it was a forceful thing, one that involved mark having to call outside sources (and god forbid he do yet another illegal exorcism). the bruises that litter his ribs are for another day. it's nothing cyn needs to worry about.
cyn is shackled to the bed, face pale and gaunt from the stress. yet mark waits, splitting focus between his notes and cyn sleeping. it's mostly the focus on her that keeps mark from actually reading, but he's fine. he'll give up anything so she's safe. mark catches the fluttering of her eyes, sitting up straighter to make sure cyn knows that he's there.
@runeread: ā I should be dead. Why am I still here? ā
his jaw clenches. that's the 64-thousand-dollar question, isn't it? it's not enough to worry about her life, her well-being, if she thinks about her death constantly. instead of saying anything too bad, too incriminating right off the bat, he reaches to unlock one of her hands, bringing it up to his mouth so he can press a kiss to the top.
" you're too stubborn to die. you wouldn't leave me if you could help it. " it's an attempt to add levity. he knows they both need that. " and if y'did, you've already stated that you'd haunt me. " the corner of his mouth turns down into a frown for just a moment before he stands. it's gone as quickly as it appears. " i should ... get you loose so i can help you get cleaned up. "
it's never easy, being overrun, engulfed by something else the way cyn so often isā but this one had been particularly nasty. at first, that's all she really has: the knowledge, bone deep, that it had been very, very bad this time. the heft of cold metal around her wrists isn't what tells her, nor the acrid, stale taste in her mouth. it's the confusionā far deeper than the disoriented haze she usually wakes to after a possessionā at having survived. the details lumber back to her, a few paces behind the filtering in of her senses.
her neck is stiff, feels almost rusty as she turns her head, trying to take in her surroundings. of course, she already knows where she is. if she isn't dead, she's with markā it's just that she doesn't understand how. but something coiled up tight unspools a little bit when she sees him fullyā corporeal, there. her question only comes out a rasp, but it's enough. cyn sees the way it hits him. she supposes it was a little bit indelicate, the phrasing.
the ghost of a smile flickers across her mouth when he brings her hand to his lips and she lifts her thumb to sweep gently across his cheek. though cyn shudders to think of what he did to keep her alive, the feeling is eclipsed by the comfort of his touch. a fragmented laugh hiccups out of herā heās right. perhaps more than he realizes. the smile widensā still faint from exhaustion, but itās there. " mm. thereās no getting rid of me. lucky you. " and if the words are a little tinged with irony, chalk it up to the memories as they slowly crackle back to life.
" i hurt you. " itās an observationā the chains, the ache in her knucklesā but the words bring a flood of images with them: cyn trapped behind her own eyes, watching as the spirit wielded her body against him. it had wanted him deadā cyn remembers the feeling tearing through her nerve endings. fighting it was uselessā it only made the spirit angrier. sheād tried everything, threatening, pleading, cajoling, lying. eventually, the only option left was a bargain and sheād made it. she'll leave that part out for a moment. it'll upset him, and that's the last thing she wants. that said, what she's about to say will surely upset him too. it's quiet for a moment, but she'll regret it if she doesn't say it. " you don't have to take them off right away. "
@docmckay texted: i'm grabbing coffee, want one?
[txt: Cassie ā”] cassie mckay im going to kiss you on the mouth
[txt: Cassie ā”] (yes please)
[txt: Cassie ā”] (where are you getting it from)
@docmckay texted: you're not gonna believe this..
[txt: Cassie ā”] :o
[txt: Cassie ā”] omg what happened
courtney x parachute
ph lauren withrow
courtney x parachute
ph lauren withrow
[ sms: cyn ] what's with the frown?
[ sms: cyn ] well, i don't mean to give you any news you didn't know already, but i like you as well.
[txt: Mark š] donāt worry itās a good frown ā¤ļøā¤ļø
[txt: Mark š] like one of these guys -> š„ŗ
[txt: Mark š] omg iām gonna tell everybody
I have to work in the scary room today guys pray for me
Wait guys huge news it went well
I have to work in the scary room today guys pray for me
WHAT DID I DOOOOOOOOOOO
STOP TRYING TI KILL OUR HUSBAND!!!!
addendum bc i kept reading the comments