(PRETTY) DEAD GIRL.

eloise sheehy. forensic pathologist. dead. waiting for the end of days. written by gabi. nsfw. adult content present.

[yearnheart-blog]

Maybe she was scared. Some would say ‘oh you can just pretend it’s from heart surgery’ but they don’t open you from throat to navel.  

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ellie has moved, you can find her here. 

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         ‘ I am plenty light, ’ he states. It’s true too. Sort of, at least. Vasiliy values fun over most other things, but sometimes he’ll have days where everything seems to irritate him and get right under his skin. Where everything drives him absolutely insane. This is one of those times, and one of those moods, and it’s set in strong.

‘ Fuck. ’ There’s a long pause. He repeats the word a few more times, louder each time he says it, before he gets to his feet and almost starts pacing. Not quite. Not yet. ‘ Do you have a TV? There is something I want to see. ’

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     “Then why are you all the way over ---- ?”

WHEN HE STARTS swearing Ellie can’t help but be taken slightly aback, chewing on her lower lip as she heads towards the ( small ) living room. Sure, she sat on a small fortune but she’s going to need to buy a new place soon. Most likely in Washington DC or somewhere like that. But his behaviour --- it was making her more than a little bit uncomfortable as she turned on the television, waiting to see exactly WHAT was going on. 

Sure, she liked him and he was a good fuck, but how unpredictable outside the bedroom he was made her worry. Her only saving grace around him was the fact that she couldn’t DIE if he decided to shoot her or do something untoward to her. And there she goes, sculling her drink again, busying herself with that as she leaned nervously against the wall, foot tapping against the plaster there. 

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        “ are we… waiting for something ??  it’s cold. ”

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     “No colder than I am, so toughen up, princess. You can have my jacket if you’d like.” 

A SMIRK AS she pulls it off, her top clinging to thin flesh as she pulls of her jacket to bump his hip with a smile. She’s still sore from his bout of minor surgery on her but that’s not going to stop her living her life and anyway, she wanted to repay the other for all that he’d done for her. It’s the LEAST she could do.  

     “We’re going to go train hopping, if you’re up to it. You should have some FUN sometimes. I’ll even buy you a little something something.” 

[spookymorgana]

“Now go away. Go away. Go on.”

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      it’s a shame that she hadn’t heard them herself. head tilted, she regards the accused from where they’re seated. “i’ve heard it all before,” she replies quickly, lips pursing, “you shouldn’t strain yourself.” humans were weak, feeble, using words rather than their own physicality to both start and finish their battles. if santánico wanted to end a life she’d do it herself— her palms were already stained.

“is it really what he’s said that’s bothering you?” there’s something underlying, eating away at the other. it’s clearer for her to read the other woman when she wasn’t entirely intoxicated. she was angrier than her norm, a palpable sort of anger that weighed heavily throughout the air. she wasn’t the same self-pitying creature that she had run into time and time again. she wonders what’s changed ( and if it’s for better or worse ). “or is it something else?”

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     “It’s not a strain. I want to.” 

IT’S ODD TO say it out loud, but there was no better person to tell than one who didn’t feel sorry for the amount of blood on her hands. She won’t try and tell her that what she was thinking was wrong; she was only telling her that she wasn’t OFFENDED by it all. But Ellie was. There was an anger that was BUBBLING inside of her and she wanted to get rid of it and she didn’t know how. She had tried screaming, she’d punched a hole into one of her mirrors and her fist had been littered with small scars for weeks before she healed up completely.   

     “I want him dead. Is that so bad? I don’t want to be who I was anymore. I finally took your advice from all those years ago.” 

A small chuckle as she tilts her head to look at her, her hand squeezing the others ( just as cold as hers ) after a moment before returning to the side of her drink as she pours the very last of it down her throat, letting out a soft groan afterwards. She’s sober. One drink had no affect on her and she only did it out of habit. She hoped the other would agree with her, she needed to get RID of all this. Because it was bubbling away and she hated it. She wanted it GONE, the way that she had felt before ( blissfully empty ) had felt much better. But since she’d kicked ( not really, she still indulged every now and then, but it wasn’t a habit so to speak ) her drug habit ---- well,  she wasn’t as empty as she used to be. 

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         SO HE’LL HUMOR HER.  quincy gets the spot she’s in. the sort of pain and terrible situation where she was ultimately responsible for her own suffering. and there’s the fact that she’s reaching out to him for help, something that quincy doesn’t ever do himself, and figures that ellie is the same. so he’s sitting here, stitching her up, and trying to let himself allow her these few words of humor as he tries to close up her wound as quickly as possible. that way they both can be done.

he snorts a laugh, shaking his head. his hands tend to be warm, and pressing against her chest, her cold, dead skin makes him shiver. this was what it was like to touch the dead. he could feel the darkness in his bones and he wasn’t letting her see what was going on in his head, so instead he replied to her quick words.   “ you can save it for after. “   he’d prefer that, anyways.

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EYES SHUT AND reopen as she feels flesh being pulled together. It is slightly horrifying and there’s a reason why her head is tipped back and her eyes are shut. It isn’t exactly the NICEST of things after all. In fact it’s all rather disgusting, much like her. She’s a MESS, she knows it and now he does too. And thankfully he’s stayed at least for now. Hopefully he would continue because there was part of her that worried that he would ABANDON her the moment she was fully stitched up. But that would be an hour from now, maybe too if he’s being extra careful. 

The laugh makes her smile, though she’s careful to stay still and it’s odd not needing to breathe, it must make her look like a corpse to him and there’s a sick feeling of SHAME that begins to pool in her stomach as she shuts her eyes tighter gasping slightly to make sure that he knows that he KNOWS that she’s alive. She’s not dead. Even if she wanted to be. 

     “Only if you join me for a drink. I’m rather sure you need it.” 

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                to her he turns a weary eye, chasmic aeon of forsaken tribute (  heresy by hiss of pomegranate - plunder, black - marbled shrine purloined of lush - lipped paean; stripped bare, empty, awash in tremulous pall of mourning throe           calamity’s own melancholic crescendo!  ) boring bullet - holes through the pew beside her. at his cheek fans a curl of saffron - scorch, each tender curve lit from stained - glass radiance that through the mindless grey above flickers in ephemeral ethereality         less a kaleidoscope than a transient suggestion of thus, idle glitter lit to the drum of his fingers atop his thighs. 

            `  mm.                               weren’t ever much of gods …….  ’

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     “I don’t. I don’t quite understand. I’m Catholic, there’s only ONE God.” 

SHE’S OPENLY STARING at the other, the beads from the rosary appearing out of a pocket to hang by her side. It’s SOOTHING now and she knows even though she’s a less than a stellar Catholic that the other is speaking blasphemy. There’s part of her that wants to scream at them, wants to SCREAM that they don’t belong here that they should speak such HORRID things but she bites her tongue. She shouldn’t. So she won’t, and maybe that’s why she thinks that God has forsaken her even though she’s worshipped him for nearly seventy years. He doesn’t want her any longer, maybe that was why she was stuck here. 

That she’s struck down like Cain, to wander the earth for all eternity. She hates it. She hates ALL of it, but she perseveres, barely living as she continues to survive on earth when she should be six feet under. Turning to the other, her lips a thin line, he’s OFFENDED her and it shows with how she looks at him. Like he’s scum. 

     “If you don’t believe, why are you here?”

[ubernoir]

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        “the news is depressing though.” she hasn’t accepted nor declined the woman’s offer to stay but she’s definitely at least sticking around for something to eat. ana’s never really sure of where her next meal’s to come from when in suburbia or in larger cities. it wasn’t the woods and there definitely wasn’t any cattle wandering around for her to poach.

        she’s at least sitting up now, fingers reaching up to toy with her ponytail because she’s not exactly a graceful sleeper. for a moment she lets dark lock grace her shoulders while she adjusts, hand reaching up to rub the sleep from her face. her previous conquest seems kind, a little rough ( though she herself wasn’t much different ) but not a horrible person and that was all that mattered. dead or alive, one’s morality mattered.

        ana bites back a sigh and does the unthinkable. “can we watch somethin’ else?”

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     “Well, my job is depressing so nothing really phases me anymore.” 

A SHRUG AS she begins to rummage through the fridge taking out everything they would need. She’s not exactly being QUIET about it, but there was only so much she could do and Ana should get out of the bed anyway. They weren’t going to eat there. She tried that once and got crumbs and food everywhere and then had to wash her sheets. 

Pulling out the rather large frypan ( much too large for just one person it was as if she planned just in case of visitors ) she looks over at Ana with a small smile for just a moment. She’s adorable, half asleep and unwilling to wake up properly. But she would hope that her rather FANTASTIC cooking would do something to help wake her up. Otherwise there were other ways to do that, but she was unsure that the other would want a repeat of last night. But what the shorter says afterwards is RATHER encouraging.  

     “Sure. The remote is on the arm of the couch. You can choose what we watch as long as it isn’t something horrific and cheesy.” 

[surovoost-blog]

She isn’t the only one, that’s a sure thing. Vasiliy has an arrangement like this with a handful of other girls, all of them able to capture his interest in different ways, depending what he’s in the mood for. A nice little gallery of them, you could call it. Ellie might see him quite regularly, but there are a couple of other women who can boast the same. A pretty little lightweight of an animal rights advocate, a gorgeous Swede who pays him for having fun– it’s good. He likes to have his options. 

Vasiliy finishes off the rest of his beer in one gulp, fiddles with the bottle for a few moments before giving up and letting it drop to the floor when it loses his interest all of a sudden. He pulls a face.

           ‘ You know, it is very unattractive when you act like a petulant child. ’

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     “Me? Petulant? Never. You need to lighten up, not everything is doom and gloom.” 

A SLIGHT SHRUG though she just dump when he drops the bottle. THANKFULLY her floors are carpeted so it doesn’t actually smash everywhere as they had thought. A frown she sighs as she looks away after a moment. This shouldn’t be a turn on. She shouldn’t LIKE how cruel he could be to her. But she wants more. She YEARNS for more. She wishes she could be his only one but she knew that would never be the case. Ever. Ellie knew that she meant nothing to him, she was nothing more than a fun fuck and a thorn in his side. 

He would be getting rid of her one day, but she could only hope that it wasn’t going to happen any time soon. Even though he was displeased with her, he looked stunning. How this was the case annoyed her considerably. It was unfair. COMPLETELY unfair. 

[scapeledarchive-blog]

“I am just a silly little lady who worries too much!”

SHE PULLS AWAY from the kiss after a moment before pressing another to his nose. She loves him earnestly and the fact that she hadn’t thought to call Austin after her shift being lengthened another four hours. Maybe it was because she was tired, or maybe it had been before she had been HORRIFIED by what she saw ( it was children. they had killed children and she’d had to give a detailed autopsy on the both of them. she’d gone for a drink afterwards too ) that it had taken her even longer to come home, only to find him worried out of his mind. 

And maybe she had burst into tears then and curled herself in his arms and he too had cried and she had held onto him for dear life before pressing a kiss to his lips, to his neck. Now she just wanted to forget and maybe it was a slide back into her old behaviour, but she didn’t want to talk, not now. Not about THIS. Legally she wasn’t even allowed to and it weighed upon her more than she had thought when she had first signed up for university all those years ago. Maybe all of this was a mistake. All of it except him. She holds onto him tightly before nipping at the flesh, shutting her eyes before pulling back so she can mumble against warm flesh. 

     “I can’t talk about it. But I love you. Okay. I just needed some time to myself. But I want you. Can I? Can I please? We’ll talk about it tomorrow. But I need you. How did I live without you. I love you.” 

[elizasclarke]

favorite images of merlin cast => emilia fox

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the waitress will take down their orders & head off. RUDI DOESN’T MIND THE WAIT; get to talk to ellie longer, get to know her. besides, he won’t finish his food. can’t really digest more than FOUR anymore. isn’t supposed to be able to digest ANY. he’s a carnivore— more especially, A CANNIBAL. wouldn’t mind getting a taste of her. “ d’yous like bein’ outta that CAVE ? personally, i like bein’ inside a lot more. in my ROOM. if it rains, though, i’m usually OUTSIDE. i like the rain. do yous like the rain ? “

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     “I do spend a lot of time in my apartment, but I also go to the library sometimes to read if I don’t want to hear my neighbours going at it. They can be rather loud sometimes at odd hours of the day, which doesn’t help me since I work odd hours. So I’m usually at home when they decide to do the do and all that. I don’t mind it, at home we got it all the time, and you’d have to go to work or study, rain, hail or shine. Though I used to be MIGHTY prone to getting colds and then I’d just get very cranky. I wasn’t nice when I was sick. Ever.” 

SHE HAS A lot to say and she can’t help but blush ever so slightly, watching the other out of the corner of her eye as she leans back in her chair, hands moving to her lap. It’s true she used to be awful when she was sick, but she didn’t really have an issue with that now since she was UNABLE to get sick as far as she knew. He’s INCREDIBLY fascinating and he seems just as interested in her as she is in him. And as far as she could tell, it wasn’t faked either. 

[eldrytche]

“But Lord, I want to remember how to feel like I did.”

                 inbox meme :  sleeping at last ( atlas )  starter sentences  — accepting.

            a brow raises, half in disbelief , and half in confusion. she’s on the couch presently, legs resting over the arm rest lazily, witha large bag of honey barbecue fritos on her chest ( a personal favorite ).   ❛                          WHAT.     ❜ 

        it almost SEEMS incomprehensible to her, why. why would anyone want to do something like that? sometimes it was easy TO FORGET they were human, with all the violence and how BLOODTHIRSTY they could be. well, not her, specifically. even while licking at the RESIDUE of artificial flavoring from her fingers, the GRIMACE is more that decipherable. 

                   ❛      if you ask me, that’s a stupid thing to WISH FOR. you could be living it large, and all YOU WANT to do is stay stuck in the past.   ❜  the bag is haphazardly set on the floor,  and she’s turned over, LAYING on her stomach with bent knees, and a headache from a lack of PROPER nutrition forming at the base of her skull. 

                      ❛     look. i know you may want to believe that life is the pinnacle of everything, but it REALLY ISN’T, most of the time. there’s so much more that’s going on in between life and death. you don’t have to CHOOSE ONE or the other. that’s your advantage. you could be ANYTHING now, so why chose to go back to being just one of a million?     ❜  

[talentforlying]

                                          ‘ go on, ‘en. CHECK ME OUT. ‘

  what the hell. she’s not unattractive. and quite the study, to boot, if this first conversation is any indicator. there’s a smirk on his lips to match the glimmer of mischief in blue eyes as he steps in, one hand goes to tip her chin upwards for better access when he kisses her. it’s not particularly tender, but nor is it harsh. he’s testing the waters, for now, but the promise of escalation is there in the brief, teasing catch of teeth against her lower lip. and god help him, but he’s curious as to what she’ll do now.

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     “I just did.” 

A SMIRK AS she looks at him for just a moment, eyes scanning up and down before looking back up at him with a wide smile before she’s being kissed. She shouldn’t be so surprised, yet she is, a small sound falling from her lips as she kisses him back, bending down slightly so she could. After all, she WAS slightly taller than he. But that was usually the case unless they were on the giant scale. It was just something unable to be helped. Sucking on his lower lip, she pulls away for a moment, hand slipping under his trenchcoat to rest just above his zipper, her dress blowing slightly in the breeze. 

     “Is that all y’got?”

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        “ Fine. ”

he’s irritated with her, that much is certain - especially as he was, if you had asked him, very apologetic. pasha volkov is not his brother, and he’s always been up front about it. regardless, he does, as he said, have business to attend to, business for which he is very, very late. any later, and it might cause problems.

                  “ Do it quickly. ”

[scapeledarchive-blog]

     “This will be painless. Please open your mouth.” 

SHE’S PROFICIENT AS she can be as she opens her bag, pulling on gloves and then a swab with a small container around it. She won’t be testing it herself, so if anything were to go awry, she was sure that she wouldn’t be to blame. Chewing on her lower lip, she carefully opens the tub, the swab now free of it’s plastic container. She’ll be taking two, just for posterity. Just in case any FUNNY business happens. After all they’re meant to be very powerful and she’s surprised that the police didn’t insist that she was given back up. But well, last time she’d been ordered to do this, something VERY different had come out of it. Not that she really wanted to think about it right now. They didn’t really LOOK alike. Maybe it was the tattoos. 

     “I’ll just be taking some cells from the inner of your cheek.”