Scared Little Nightshade

"Its never to become for I am not the one."

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jskellingtxn‌:

Jack laughs. “That sounds like something your dad would say. He means well though,” He said with a shrug. He liked Sandra’s dad, no matter how odd he could be. “I think I never put too much effort in Halloween costumes, if we’re honest. Like you obviously could make something beautiful, and if someone insulted it they’d be fucking moronic. But I just get the shitty store bought stuff. Oh wow, that’s great! I’m glad he found her honestly.” chuckling, he shakes his head “oh yeah, I remember trying to sneak you out to go do anything.” 

Sighing, Jack twisted his hand under her’s squeezing it lightly. His family drama was too much to think about sometimes. But he gave his best friend a smile “thanks, I appreciate that. I just think it’s getting time for me to just, close that chapter. Stop going home, if that makes sense.”

Sandra smiled looking down at the notebook, “He means well but sometimes he gets a bit too enthusiastic.” She knew he was always looking out for her well-being no matter how bad the outcome. “I could always make you one Jack, it isn’t all time consuming plus I love it, creating new pieces I mean. I think I’ve gotten better with the program here, but thank you...so saying I make great stuff. Found her again, I guess they were high school sweethearts.” Sandra nodded, “Some of my favorite nights, adventure, fun, peace...” 

His hand felt warm, and strong as it squeezed her. The red head could see his pain and all she wanted to do was take it away, if only a little bit at a time. Smiling sadly she nodded, “Yes it does, if you feel that is right then you should do it. But now that you always have a home near there.”

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scoutshxnor‌:

“We could. We’d make a wild storytelling team, you know.” He grinned. Running a hand through his hair, Scout hummed. “Ah, yeah, they like to say it was the cutest thing I’ve ever done but that’s foolish because everything I do is adorable.” He said with a shrug. 

“We shall be known as the magical storytime team, or something to that effect.” She giggled lightly to herself at the lame attempt. “Everything you do is adorable, I don’t know if I believe that. But I guess I can take your word for it.” Sandra smiled.

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tristanmxrks‌:

He let out a snort of laughter, uncaring of her feelings. “Yeah, and a stupid one.” At her stutter, he turned back to face her, a cruel smile on his lips. “That actually hurt your feelings, didn’t it? Aw, did my mean opinion upset you? Listen, doll, you gotta learn to toughen up a little or you’re really gonna have a bad time. Think of this as a favor from me.”

Sandra bit her lip sighing she could feel her body start to shake, “Your opinion is just one persons opinion.” Looking away from him she reached into her bag pulling out a bottle and plopping two pills in her mouth. But her body completely froze when he muttered the word, doll. If she had been a more bold person, or a stronger person she would have chucked something at him. “I-I didn’t ask for a f-favor. S-So leave me a-alone.”

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magickbauble‌:

“Awyr fae,” Eila nodded. She understood completely. “Truth and facts aren’t always synonymous expressions.” A smile grew to her lips as she recalled some of her own tales, mind skipping over the ‘other years’ to some of her earliest memories. “I was almost certain my back yard was i gwn tylwyth teg as a child. I’m mostly sure it still is.” A pause followed as Eila looked to the sky, expression almost as if she could see the stars even now. “Your birds are still there I think.”

“Like a fairy?” Sandra wasn’t completely sure what the blonde had said, it was after all in another language. “You are right about that, I can’t argue that.” She was not in any rush so when the girl took her moment to really think about a story, she was more then happy to oblige. It wasn’t as if she expected anyone to have an answer off the top of her head. “I must admit I have no idea what language your talking in. What is that?” Sandra looked up when the other did, “You think?”

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odetteswxn‌:

Odette, in her sleep-depraved state, just nodded and gave a little hum as she got back to her work. It was only after a few seconds pause before the words registered and her head snapped back up, a little crease forming between her eyebrows. “That’s a terrible thing. You should find some better friends if that’s a typical thing for you.” Decisively, she put her textbook to the side and held out a hand. “I’m Odette Swan. It’s nice to meet you.” 

Sandra had been darkening some lines on a dress when she noticed the blondes head snap up vigorously. “Truthfully I don’t have many friends. The ones I do pay attention but to everyone else I’m not really noticed by.” A bit surprised by her sudden movement Sandra blinked, extending to hand to take the others, “Nice to meet you Odette, I’m Sandra Finklestein.”

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adamxlebeau‌:

“I don’t have it anymore.” That wasn’t entirely true. He had the pieces of it, broken up in his dresser drawer. One day he’d been looking into it and the emptiness he’d felt inside had triggered a moment of explosive rage. He’d thrown it, only realizing what he had done as it had smashed against the wall. The pieces of glass were sitting on top of the frame. 

“Oh...” Sandra wanted to say she was sorry but thought better of it. He seemed to hold so much sadness. It came off him in waves although she couldn’t be sure if it was just that. “Thank you for sharing that with me, even though you didn’t have to.” It made her think of a new clothing series she could make off reflective surfaces.

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morethan-beauty‌:

“That sounds almost poetic. Maybe you should think about becoming a writer instead of a designer.” Belle teased, however she had no doubt that Sandra could become a storyteller too. Sandra was a very talented woman, and probably had more talents hidden up her sleeve. “Uh. Mine was kind of silly. I used to think my stuffed animals came to life when i wasn’t around. But i think most kids think the same when they are young.”

“I am honestly not that good at grammar, I’d drive a poor editor completely mad with my inconsistent comma usage.” Story telling was easy,, actually writing it down was something in a whole different ball field. Sandra couldn’t help but laugh nodding, “Yes, I did too but sometimes I swear I’d leave a toy on my bed and when I came home it would be somewhere else. But that could have always been my dad.”

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scoutshxnor‌:

“She eats shit like that up, and my dads are utter shit at making up bedtime stories, so I get emergency calls every other night. So bless you for giving me more ammo. I owe ya.” Scout snorted. Now that statement made him laugh, remembering how naive he was. But back then, oh it was bad. “Yeah, whenever I did something wrong I started crying, begging them to not to take me back to the library. It took them awhile to convince me otherwise.”

“I’m pretty good at coming up with stories if you ever need more ammo, we could brain storm a whole new kind of fairytale just for her.” Sandra smiled softly pulling her sleeved hands up over her mouth. Luckily for her the winter seasons made it easier to explain the ever present long sleeves. “Oh goodness, well I’m glad they never returned you back to the library. Do they joke about it with you now that your older?”

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jskellingtxn‌:

“Meh, better it went to him, saved my dad the ‘your rotting your body’ speech.” Jack shrugged, stretching his arms over his head, exhaling loudly when a sore spot on his back finally cracked after what felt like hours. “Honestly, that or saying their costume sucked.” Resting his chin on his fist on the table, he took in Sally’s words. His best friend from home wasn’t a stranger to home dramas. It seemed their hometown was a breeding ground for them. “Hey outside is good. So they’re good together? He’s happy?” 

Ah. The two words that seemed to carry miles beyond their table. His father. She knew, of course she knew. It was hard to hide the pure vitriol that was Holden Skellington. Shrugging he nodded. “Yeah. I was there a total of…half an hour before he started tearing into me for my choice of major. I lasted ten hours at home this time. Which is…three less than last time.”

“Well my dad says that technically everything you are putting into you your body is slowly killing it, some things just don’t take as long.” Sandra’s dad had snapped at a kid once when they had given another child a hard time about energy drinks. Saying there was nothing on this planet that was actually good for the human body, or created to be good for it. Sandra placed a hand over her heart in mock sadness, “I would be even more depressed if someone told me my costume sucked I spend so much time on it.” She smiled softly nodding, “Probably the most happy I’ve seen him, calm, not aggravated all the time. More patient, honestly I don’t even know what to do when I’m home cause I don’t have to sneak out anymore.” Of course that hadn’t stopped her habit at all.

Sandra couldn’t help herself, her small hand reached across to his gently relaxing on his skin. A silent understanding, she knew there was nothing she could say that would make it better. Holden Skellington was not known to be kind. “If you ever need a place to hide out, you know my father thinks the world of you.”

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arieljepsen‌:

“Oh well I have horrid sisters and they made fun of me for believing it and then they showed me in a library book what lighthouses were really for, and there was that.” Ariel shrugged with a soft chuckle. “Yeah I like to still think that sometimes it’s true. What uh happened with your birds?” 

“Oh yeah? Can’t say I get that too much. I was an only child growing up until my dad remarried. I’ve got a step-brother now, but he tends to be rather protective now.” Although every once in a while when she saw him get angry her fear kicks back in. Shaking her head Sandra smiled past the memory. “Oh my dad who is a award winning scientist told me the truth without realizing I believed in the birds.”

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adamxlebeau‌:

“Mon Dieu…” he muttered. Adam could tell by her demeanor that she was upset. Rude as he was to people, he never wanted them to cry; he just wanted to be left alone to…well he didn’t know what anymore. Grieve, perhaps? Only it wasn’t just the loss of his mother but the loss of the man he could have become. He had turned hateful, something he no longer knew how to fix. “Maman had a mirror when I was little. She swore it was enchanted. When she looked into it, she said she could see the future.” He didn’t tell Sally the future that his mother had relayed to him. “When I looked into it, I used to be able to see it, too.” It had been easy for the boy to see himself grown, and happy, surrounded by love. “Now I know it’s just a reflection.” Cold, angry. 

Sandra was never good at this, trying to speak to people she didn’t know. Honestly it was why she spent so much time alone. Having the sheltered life she did keep her from easily putting thing behind her. She felt her hands start to shake rubbing her eyes to keep from tears rolling down her face. Only to pause when he did tell her a story, something pretty personal if she was being honest. She bit her lip, “That is pretty cool. To have an object like that, even if it’s just a reflection now, you still have good memories from it.” She said gingerly, hoping it wouldn’t make him mad again.

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scoutshxnor‌:

Scout hums, leaning against the table the girl speaking was sitting at “sounds poetic. Might try that on my sister when she starts asking me too many questions.” Head tilted to the side, he considered her question “Uhm….I dunno. I guess…when I was five and I found out I was adopted, I thought that my dads got me from a library and would have to return me like a library book.” 

Sandra smiled, “Yeah I thought so too, maybe thats where I got it from. A poem somewhere, but you are welcome to use that anytime.” She covered her mouth as to not laugh, “That is kind of, no actually it’s super cute. Did you ever ask if they had to return you? To the library I mean.” 

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tristanmxrks‌:

As she spoke, Tris’ expression turned from mildly annoyed to completely fed up. “That’s fucking stupid. What, did they just float in the sky? Stars don’t even move like birds.” He smacked his head back against the wall of the bus, regretting his choice of seat. “I never thought of shit like that, that’s for sure.”

Sandra bit her lip, she wasn’t going to cry, wasn’t going to loose her mind. Not that she had much according to the guy next to her. “I was a kid, I already mentioned that.” Reopening her notebook she fixed some of the lines on her current outfit. “You didn’t have to a-answer.” She flinched her stutter letting on to her current emotional track.

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jskellingtxn‌:

“All of them!” he said with another laugh. “My grandpa was a take what you want, kinda man. And he very often wanted my candy.” turning to face Sally more and he nods “yeah, I do. How is he, by the way? I…didn’t spend too much time back home on Thanksgiving, didn’t get a chance to see him.” 

“How dare he.” Sandra always felt comfortable around Jack. He had been one of her only friends for a while. So it was little surprise, “I would have been so devastated thats like the worst thing you can do for a Halloween lover.” She rubbed the back of her head huffing, “More tolerable with Cora around. She keeps him in check so they actually let me outside.” She paused looking down at the ground, “You’re dad.” It wasn’t really a question she knew.

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odetteswxn‌:

Odette’s eyebrows creased the longer she took, worried something was seriously wrong. “Oh! No, of course not.” She quickly moved her bag out of the seat before offering a smile. “I really am sorry, I didn’t mean to ignore you.”

Sandra was having a rather stressful day and her medication was not helping like it normally would. “Okay, thank you.” Taking the seat she pulled out her notebook and a drawing pencil. She had a rather important deadline and little muse to do it. “It’s alright I’m used to being ignored.” It came out like normal conversation honestly she hadn’t even noticed she had said it like that.

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savcire--faire‌:

“That’s a pretty interesting imagination you had as a kid.” He responded gently and quietly still looking at his textbook. “ This isn’t as deep but I used to be terrified of movies because I thought they were real events not actors on a set. Um like Twister or Armageddon? I couldn’t sleep properly and avoided movies altogetha for years.”

“If you knew my dad, it’s not surprising. He’s a scientist with some pretty crazy ideas.” She giggled a bit to herself before sighing, “I love horror movies but thats just a weird thing about me. Although I didn’t think what I said was that profound.” She laughed a little bit shaking her head. “Just a silly girl with silly ideas.”