𝒔𝒖𝒏 + 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏.

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 + 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧. 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛; 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑠.

[sunsthemoon]

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[filmsoffourteen]

Goodbye World (2013)

"Are you gonna just sit there? Or are you going to beat box for me?"

[sunsthemoon]

*      response   for  utopiian·

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽:  panther  valley  .

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂:  closed  for  @halfhoney··  .

𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙳  𝙱𝚈  …  formula  by  labrinth  .

            (   *      ──     𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓  𝐈𝐍  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓  𝐎𝐅  them  is  making  absolutely  no  sense  ──  maybe  because  finnegan  hasn’t  been  sleeping  well  ,  maybe  because  they  simply  do  not  have  a  knack  for  mapmaking  .  the  loss  of  important  documents  that  came  with  the  ransacking  of  new  ham’s  town  hall  has  meant  that  blueprints  must  be  crafted  by  hand  ,  and  the  formula  for  orientation  and  proper  planning  in  order  to  stake  a  claim  on  more  location  for  their  faction  (  or  simply  understanding  others’  movements  better  )  evades  them  .  thankfully  ,  when  they  look  up  ,  their  eyes  meet  their  co  -  leader’s  .  ❛  oh  ,  thank  god  .  i  feel  like  i’ve  got  a  blimp  inside  my  head  ──  i  can’t  figure  this  out  for  the  life  of  me  .  have  you  been  inside  clemson  hall  lately  ,  by  any  chance  ?  do  you  remember  the  layout  ?  ❜

❪                      elijah   is   good   at   pretending   ⸺   acting   as   if   he   has   the   whole   world   figured   out   instead   of   being   in   over   his   head   at   taking   the   third   slot   for   leader.   he   was   used   to   keeping   things   locked   inside   of   him,   not   faltering   under   pressure   or   the   presence   of   someone   rowdy.   maybe   walking   around   aimlessly   through   what   wasn’t   occupied   by   other   factions   wasn’t   the   type   of   thing   a   leader   did.   if   his   head   wasn’t   in   the   clouds,   maybe   he   would   be   able   to   answer   finnegan   with   a   response   that   would   be   helpful.   “i   probably   walked   inside   clemson   hall,   yeah,   but   i   can’t   tell   you   what   the   actual   layout   is   like.   i   have   a   vague   idea,   but   i   don’t   think   that   would   help   the   blimp   inside   your   head.”   he   replied   with   honesty,   frowning   slightly   at   another   disappointment   he   was   putting   on   someone   else.   “i   could   go   back   and   take   a   look   for   it   ⸺   maybe   take   something   with   me   in   case   my   memory   isn’t   as   helpful   as   a   drawing.   what   do   you   think?”

[sunsthemoon]

*      response   for   flownhigher

﹡       there   are   more   ghosts   in   the   emptied   town   of   new   ham   than   she   thought   there   would   be.   she   has   never   considered   herself   haunted;   eloise   was   holy,   she   was   without   sin,   without   burden   or   worry.   life   —   as   she   once   knew   it   to   be   —   was   simple   and   it   would   always   be   for   a   girl   like   her.   she   can   say   with   certainty,   that   even   with   every   beast   that   she   sent   back   into   the   darkness,   eloise   has   never   felt   so   heavy,   so   haunted   by   the   ghosts   that   linger   in   the   corner   of   her   eyes.   there   is   a   certain   relief   in   the   emptiness,   but   she   can’t   convince   herself   that   it   outweighs   the   negativity   that   comes   with   the   unwelcome   change.      “      where   would   we   go?      ”      it   comes   as   barely   a   drawl,   the   wisps   of   a   dream   etched   into   her   words.   if   she   were   the   type   of   girl   to   waste   away   in   her   daydreams,   she   would   let   herself   get   lost   in   the   possibility.      “      to   the   very   edges   of   the   border?   into   the   woods?      ”      she   says   instead,   harshly,   dryly.   eloise   is   a   girl   made   of   thorns   and   wrapped   in   fine   silk   and   soft   cotton.   she   peels   herself   out   of   honey’s   hold,   turning   to   face   her.   their   eyes   are   tougher   than   hers,   capturing   things   as   raw   and   bare,   jarring   and   rough   in   the   way   that   she   can   only   dream   of   her   own   becoming.   eloise’s   eyes   fall   to   the   curve   of   her   lips,   knowing   that   they   taste   of   sin   and   freedom   altogether,   that   she   has   never   felt   more   sane   while   their   lips   are   meeting.      “    i   have   real   responsibilities   here,   honey.      ”      eloise   looks   away   with   a   sigh,   turning   back   toward   the   direction   of   town.      “      i   can’t   just   up   and   leave   like   you   can.      ”

❪                      opposites   attract   in   most   cases,   honey   and   eloise   being   the   prime   example.   attached   at   the   hip   on   their   good   days,   they   work   well   together   ⸺   angels   singing   a   blessing   of   praise   and   of   fortune   for   the   two   finding   one   another   in   a   world   so   cruel.   however,   when   the   two   meet   at   different   ends,   when   the   two   have   a   storm   over   their   heads   that   follow   them   wherever   they   go,   the   angels   disappear   within   a   blink   of   an   eye.   lightning   strikes   from   the   sky,   bright   and   powerful   that   was   enough   to   shake   a   home.   the   foundation   of   their   persons   was   too   strong,   easily   going   their   own   way   until   they   meet   in   the   middle   and   the   clouds   part   to   allow   sunlight.   it   was   insanity   how   quickly   mood   could   falter,   the   quirk   of   their   lips   twisted   downward   slightly   the   moment   those   words   left   eloise’s   lips.   it   was   so   easy   for   eloise   to   hold   a   higher   power   over   honey,   someone   who   only   joined   a   faction   to   remain   alive   rather   than   play   the   part   of   team   member.   honey   was   tired   of   playing   the   part   of   savior   toward   someone   else,   over   feeling   small   toward   someone   else   that   should   make   them   feel   on   top   of   the   world.   honey   fell   back   into   eloise   the   same   way   she   fell   into   her   father’s   arms,   sobbing   with   the   hope   he   would   take   their   side.   “at   this   point   we   could   go   anywhere.   the   world   is   unknown   right   now.   the   temptation   to   leave   and   see   what’s   out   there   seems   too   good   sometimes   ⸺   for   me   anyway.”   it   was   the   tiniest   of   digs,   honey   walking   passed   their   friend   as   soon   as   eloise   lets   go.   “my   apologies   for   not   having   any   responsibilities   like   you,   miss   right   hand,   but   we   don’t   owe   any   of   these   people   our   lives   when   we   have   no   clue   what’s   going   on.”   they   turned   to   look   at   eloise,   the   wind   blowing   in   their   hand   just   right   to   be   dramatic.   their   conversation   had   turned   sour   within   a   blink   of   an   eye,   honey   counting   the   seconds   she   has   left   before   making   their   exist.   “i   forgot   you   couldn’t   even   play   pretend   for   two   seconds   ⸺   i   mean,   you   can,   but   not   about   this.   none   of   us   have   this   figured   out,   you   know?   it   couldn’t   hurt   to   think   that   beyond   the   woods   is   a   place   that   makes   sense.”

[sunsthemoon]

*      response   for   highwcters

status : closed / ( @halfhoney​​ ) location : saltzman student center

━━━━━━━━━ ⟢  seldomly  did  nathan  go  seeking  others  out.  so  often  it  was  him  who  needed  the  constant  check  ins  from  those  who  deemed  he  was  still  worth  being  checked  on.  he  had  no  intention  on  making  his  way  over  to  the  area  claimed  by  faction  one.  once  honey  had  snuck  out  of  his  place  that  morning,  he  thought  his  diligence  in  making  sure  she  was  okay  was  done.  as  much  as  he  wanted  that  to  be  true,  one  glimpse  at  her  jacket  left  hanging  off  the  arm  of  his  couch  and  he  couldn’t  stop  his  mind  from  questioning  if  she  was  okay.  he  hated  it.  he’d  snatched  the  fabric  she’d  left  behind  with  irritation,  and  made  his  way  out  the  door  before  he  could  stop  himself.  the  entire  time  muttering  about  how  she  must  have  left  it  on  purpose,  and  how  he  was  falling  into  her  hands.  when  in  reality  she  probably  wanted  to  see  him  just  about  as  much  as  he  wanted  to  see  her  (  probably  even  less  than  that  ). 

 “  do  you  always  leave  bread  crumbs  behind  ?  ”  he  questioned  once  he  caught  honey’s  eye.  while  he  didn’t  like  the  feeling  of  eyes  on  him,  making  him  feel  out  of  place,  or  like  he  was  overstepping  he  still   pushed  forward.  the  jacket  in  his  hand  being  extended  as  if  to  show  that  it  was  the  only  reason  he’d  come  to  the  student  center.  “  i  didn’t  want  this  stinking  up  my  apartment  so  i  brought  it  back  to  its  smelly  owner.  ”  he  prompted;  eyes  looking  around  to  make  sure  no  one  was  eavesdropping  before  his  voice  dipped.  “  aside  from  the  smell,  are  you  alright  ?  ”  he  averted  his  gaze  from  her  own.  humiliated  that  he  didn’t  know  how  to  care  for  someone  else,  or  maybe  just  embarrassed  that  he  cared  at  all.

❪                     it   wasn’t   as   if   honey   fought   to   be   seen   ⸺   for   those   around   them   to   take   notice   in   her   and   keep   an   eye   out.   they   went   through   most   of   their   life   alone.   it   didn’t   matter   to   her   whether   she   was   swimming   close   to   the   deep   end   from   the   comfort   of   the   shallow   end,   they   took   pride   in   being   independent.   somehow,   however,   honey   came   out   the   other   side   looking   fake,   phony   in   the   way   they   wanted   to   push   people   away   only   to   come   back   with   the   thought   of   having   another   presence   beside   them.   the   cold   and   long   days   in   the   hospital   made   her   exterior   colder,   but   there   had   to   be   a   reason   it   couldn’t   fully   gravitate   inside.   honey   didn’t   need   anyone   ⸺   didn’t   want   anyone   by   their   side   when   she   knew   people   were   destined   to   disappoint   her.   honey   wasn’t   sure   how   or   when   nathan   got   twisted   in   the   middle   of   searching   for   someone   to   grab   their   hand   and   remaining   independent,   but   they   wanted   to   untangle   him   from   the   web   more   times   than   not.   they   leave   without   a   word,   doesn’t   turn   around   to   see   if   they’re   seen.   the   last   thing   honey   wanted   was   to   be   seen.

            “wouldn’t   exactly   call   this   bread   crumbs   for   you   to   follow,   but   it   seems   you   do   anyway.”   their   tone   is   colder   than   intended,   knowing   it   was   the   defensive   mode   taking   over.   honey   didn’t   want   to   be   seen   ⸺   really   did   not   want   to   be   seen   and   somehow   nathan   does   the   complete   opposite   of   what   she   wanted.   unamused,   they   take   the   jacket   extended   to   her   from   nathan’s   grasp   and   slipping   their   arms   through   the   material.   “if   you   really   think   this   jacket   stinks,   i   would   hate   to   know   what   you   think   of   your   apartment.”   a   frown,   an   urge   to   fight   an   eyeroll   as   an   attempt   to   fought   of   how   transparent   they   are.   “i’m   fine.   i   came   here   to   think   for   a   bit   and   clear   my   head   ⸺   if   you   comment   anything   about   thinking,   i’ll   make   you   smell   this   jacket   for   a   week.”

[proserpinewrites]

“I became good at pretending. I became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. And sometimes, when I did a really good job of pretending, I even fooled myself.”

— Ruta Sepetys, Salt to the Sea (via wordsnquotes)

[sunsthemoon]

*      response   for   isugfm

zane bites down an amused grin that threatens to grace his countenance. it’s always comforting to hear honey’s words, even if they do their best to seem like they detest him. “wow, missed me already, preeyawat?” he asks. his hand runs across his thick mane of hair, as if he’s making a conscious effort to annoy her as much as possible. (maybe so.) “don’t fret; i’m not going anywhere.”

❪                     “it   seems   like   you’re   projecting   a   bit,   hijapon.”   their   eyebrows   raise   in   humor,   used   to   the   consistent   bantering   back   and   forth   between   the   two.   it   wasn’t   as   if   honey   would   complain,   she   was   the   one   who   crossed   paths   with   zane   and   chose   to   stick   around.   “i   think   you’re   the   one   missing   me   ⸺   won’t   sit   here   and   blame   you.”   somehow   honey   believes   that   what   zane   states   is   true,   he   wouldn’t   be   going   anywhere.   it   wasn’t   something   she   would   admit   out   loud,   but   there   was   a   small   bit   of   comfort   that   someone   would   be   there   if   she   walked   away   then   turned   around.

[sunsthemoon]

*      response   for   highwcters

status : closed / ( @halfhoney​ ) location : outside of saltzman university

━━━━━━━━━ ⟢  it  was  hard  not  to  laugh  whenever  elijah  was  around.  try  as  he  might,  nathan  found  him  to  be  an  endearing  entity  amongst  the  sea  of  people  he  wished  were  strangers.  though  it  wasn’t  something  he’d  admit  outloud,  there  was  a  certain  comfort  that  came  with  being  in  elijah’s  presence.  silently,  nathan  knew  it  was  because  there  were  elements  within  in  elijah  that  reminded  him  of  his  own  late  little  sister.  perhaps,  subconsciously  he  found  himself  trying  to  get  closer  to  the  younger  man  because  of  the  familiarity  that  could  be  found  there.  but  those  were  feelings  that  were  much  more  complex  than  he’d  ever  feel  comfortable  diving  into  it.  so  for  now,  nathan  was  much  more  comfortable  focusing  on  the  laugh  falling  from  his  lips  as  he  watched  the  other  struggle  to  keep  his  balance  on  his  skateboard.  “  don’t  go  breaking  anything  ━━━━  not  a  bone,  my  board,  or  even  a  sweat,  alright  ?  i’m  nowhere  near  qualified  to  offer  medical  assistance,  nor  am  in  the  mood  to  go  find  anyone  who  is.  ”  though  his  tone  was  masked  in  dry  quality,  he  hoped  the  smile  on  his  face  showed  that  he  was  joking.

❪                     the   amount   of   people   he   disappointed   could   be   counted   on   more   than   one   hand.   it   was   the   irony   of   growing   up   to   be   the   golden   boy   that   he   was,   his   mother   making   use   of   his   accomplishments   by   bragging   to   the   neighbors,   just   to   not   be   such   a   good   person   after   all.   the   apple   didn’t   fall   far   from   the   tree   and   even   being   away   from   his   mother   for   weeks,   her   presence   loomed   over   him   like   the   night   following   a   horror   film.   being   around   nathan   felt   a   bit   refreshing,   the   two   not   expecting   anything   from   the   other.   he   doesn’t   think   he   could   let   nathan   down,   not   when   the   two   were   able   to   be   their   real   selves   and   the   other   accepted   it   with   ease.   it   was   cliché   and   corny,   but   it   was   nice   to   get   away   from   the   chaos   for   a   while.   “i’ve   already   broken   my   arm   before.   i   think   i   have   enough   life   experience   to   handle   the   misfortune   on   my   own.”   the   joke   fell   passed   his   lips   easily,   a   grin   taking   over   his   features   while   looking   over   at   the   other.   elijah   listened   to   everything   his   mother   said:   look   both   ways   before   crossing   the   street,   getting   on   a   skateboard   with   his   limbs   was   just   asking   for   trouble,   he   didn’t   have   to   tell   nathan   that   yet.   “your   board   will   be   in   good   hands   under   my   care.   i   won’t   even   get   a   single   drop   of   sweat   on   your   board.   what   do   you   take   me   for?   an   amateur?   in   your   presence?”

[sunsthemoon]

*      response   for   flownhigher

﹡         “      talk?   about   what?      ”      she   doesn’t   know   him   well   enough   to   label   him   good   or   bad,   but   even   if   she   did,   eloise   must   know   that   people   are   never   inherently   right   or   wrong.   the   shades   of   principle   and   dignity   are   painted   with   the   same   streaks   of   color   that   evil   and   immorality   are,   they   deeply   intertwined   to   become   mankind   and   everyone   around   her    —    whether   she   will   ever   face   the   truth   or   not    —    fails   to   fall   wholly   into   one   side   or   the   other.   but,   she   longs   and   longs   for   elijah   to   be   bad.   she   falls   asleep,   hoping   and   praying   to   a   god   that   has   her   reluctant   faith   that   her   half - brother   is   the   kind   of   man   that   she   can   hate.   eloise   wants   to   have   a   reason   to   meet   his   gaze   with   poison   and   spit   her   venomous   words   toward   him;   without   a   real   reason,   she   becomes   the   kind   of   monster   that   she   would   leave   for   dead   on   the   side   of   a   bleak,   darkened   road.   her   unwarranted   hatred   for   him   eats   her   up   alive,   gnawing   away   at   any   virtue   she   has   left   of   herself.   it   leaves   her   thirsty   and   hungry   and   aching   and   terribly,   horribly,   empty    —    so,   so,   empty   that   ever   since   finding   out   and   ever   since   confronting   him,   she’s   felt   off   center.   as   if   her   world   has   been   turned   on   its   axis,   tipping   her   in   every   which   way   so   she   may   never   regain   her   balance.   deep   inside,   eloise   knows   that   she   has   never   been   the   best   of   mankind,   she   does   not   hold   the   values   she   preaches   so   tightly   to   her   heart,   but   now,   she   struggles   to   feel       .   .   .       anything.   good,   bad,   right,   wrong.   the   only   thing   that   consumes   her,   wholly,   completely   and   raw,   is   this   hatred   that   elijah   doesn’t   deserve.   her   features   contort   from   hurt,   from   embarrassingly   weak   and   vulnerable   to   stone   cold.   a   marble   statue,   with   disgust   molded   into   her   lips   and   eyes   permanently.      “      i’ve   said   everything   that   i’ve   needed   to   say,   elijah.   there’s   really   nothing   else   to   talk   about.      ”    except,   there’s   so   much   more   to   talk   about,   there   are   so   many   thoughts   that   have   spilled   from   her   lips   onto   blank   pages   that   she   will   never   be   able   to   find   the   strength   to   articulate.

❪                     talk?   about   what?   ⸺   it   was   the   simplest   of   questions   yet   somehow   elijah   found   himself   backed   into   a   corner.   it   was   his   own   fault   for   taking   matters   into   his   own   hands   after   being   instructed   to   stay   away   from   eloise.   he   never   considered   himself   to   be   impulsive,   jumping   head   first   into   any   sort   of   situation   without   assessing   the   potential   damages   it   may   bring.   elijah   felt   he   was   completely   out   of   his   element,   however,   not   knowing   what   was   wrong   or   right   in   a   situation   that   felt   like   the   end   of   the   world.   he   felt   almost   on   edge,   that   they   were   all   waiting   around   for   the   inevitable   doom   to   take   place,   but   were   all   delusional   to   believe   everyone   pulling   apart   would   save   themselves.   even   with   the   case   of   the   world   coming   to   an   end   weighing   heavy   on   elijah’s   shoulders   from   time   to   time,   there   was   still   so   much   the   two   half   -   siblings   had   to   discuss   before   they   went   their   own   ways   or   disappeared.   the   two   never   had   a   real   connection   as   cousins,   elijah   wondering   if   their   mother   kept   them   apart   with   the   purpose   of   a   vile   secret   staying   hidden   or   if   the   two   never   clicked,   ran   in   the   same   social   circle   to   notice   one   another.   the   past   wasn’t   how   the   present   was   and   it   wouldn’t   be   how   the   future   is   either.   the   two   are   siblings,   brother   and   sister   who   never   had   the   chance   to   bond   and   grow   together.   while   the   two   don’t   have   to   walk   into   the   sunset   as   the   best   found   family   trope,   he   wanted   nothing   more   than   to   clear   the   air.   “there’s   so   much   to   talk   about,   eloise.”   elijah   insisted,   almost   a   desperate   plea   to   his   tone.   “we’re   brother   and   sister   ⸺   “   he   was   quick   to   cringe,   immediately   lowering   his   voice   a   moment   later   in   case   any   other   faction   or   factionless   member   was   listening.   “   ⸺   we’re   siblings.   there’s   a   whole   bunch   of   history   we   didn’t   get   to   make   for   ourselves   and,   you   know,   i   didn’t   get   to   say   my   peace   either.”   he   fights   off   a   pout,   frowns   instead   at   his   younger   sister.   “i   get   it   you   want   me   gone.   i   get   it,   i   do,   but   we   ⸺   we   haven’t   even   scratched   the   surface   of   what   happened.”

[jimiin]

[sunsthemoon]

*      response   for   inadeqcies

CLOSED * FT @halfhoney· !!!

   “ LOOKING CHARMING , AS ALWAYS , HONEY . “ ricardo says , as he sidles up beside them . “ and what are the dearest faction 1′s plans for today ? presidential campaign ? a prom ? “ he pauses . “ a group prayer ? “ the entire absurdity of the factions trying to make life ‘ life - like ‘ is something that sticks to ricardo uncomfortably , like melted gum against pavement in summer heat . he dislikes the factions and their mentality , but faction 1 seems to be the most PAINFUL - yet somehow they’ve landed honey , of all reasonable people in the world . “ it’s not too late to leave like i did . you don’t strike me as the kind of person who enjoys having somebody ‘ lead ‘ you . i thought you’d be more the one doing the leading . “ 

❪                      the   introduction   immediately   puts   a   grin   on   honey’s   face,   not   bothering   to   hide   the   expression   when   they   reach   ricardo.   by   some   miracle,   it   was   easy   for   her   to   get   along   with   him   ⸺   two   sides   of   the   same   coin   and   that   she   might   admit   out   loud   to   others.   “you   can   tease   all   you   want,   but   you’re   not   getting   anything   from   me.”   their   lips   press   together,   mocking   the   fact   there   was   no   actual   secret   to   tell.   with   mara   being   the   leader,   it   was   easy   to   tune   out   any   discussion   her   faction   might   have   and   they   weren’t   exactly   doing   any   of   the   leg   work   either.   “i’m   ride   or   die   for   faction   one.   where   else   would   i   be?   faction   two?   a   loner   with   the   other   misplacements?”   there’s   only   teasing   laced   in   their   tone,   never   one   to   take   the   faction   separations   too   easily.   “if   i   leave,   i’m   afraid   i’ll   have   to   start   making   fire   with   two   sticks   i   find   on   the   ground.   it’s   a   lot   easier   to   follow   someone   else’s   lead   in   case   all   fails   and   why   put   all   that   responsibility   on   me.   i   might   start   sweating.   i’m   more   of  a watcher.”

[sunsthemoon]

*      response   for   dagians

🦋   .   𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳  𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁  𝙵𝙾𝚁   :  @halfhoney·  !

        𝙵𝙰𝚆𝙽 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚇𝙸𝙼𝙸𝚃𝚈  of  her  family  for  granted  .  even  after  the  divorce  when  her  father  had  left  town  ,  she  had  still  had  the  support  system  of  her  mother  ,  her  aunt  ,  her  uncle  ,  and  her  cousins  .  even  as  their  relationships  strained  and  bent  and  she  watched  blossom  wither  away  to  nothing  -  watched  honey  take  a  step  onto  a  different  path  :  they  had  always  somewhat  been  there  for  each  other  .  she  supposes  it’s  why  she  had  chosen  faction  one  -  a  desire  to  remain  close  to  her  family  and  to  watch  them  as  best  as  she  could  .  (  she  could  even  take  care  of  honey  if  she’d  let  her  .  )  it  is  what  prompts  her  to  find  her  cousin  now  ,  a  satchel  of  books  dropped  gracelessly  to  the  ground  as  she  smiles  .  “  got  anything  you  need  to  return  to  the  library  ?  “  under  the  guise  of  work  ,  fawn  had  come  to  check  in  . 

❪                     family   was   a   term   that   honey   used   lightly   ⸺   never   associated   the   word   with   themselves   and   had   no   type   of   connection   with   it.   when   she   was   born,   it   wasn’t   in   the   cards   for   her   to   have   a   family   and   it   was   apparent   the   older   she   grew.   honey   believed   her   childhood   was   so   tragic   the   universe   was   attempting   to   make   it   up   to   them   by   bringing   fawn   around.   the   other   was   always   closer   to   blossom,   honey   had   been   envious   of   their   relationship   when   they   were   a   child.   a   twist   of   fate   brought   the   two   together   for   a   trip   to   nowhere   and   ending   up   in   the   same   faction   despite   others   to   choose   from.   honey   wouldn’t   use   the   term   family   on   fawn,   but   they   were   related   ⸺   if   the   world   turned   darker,   maybe   things   would   change.   “since   we’re   out   in   the   nowhere   zone,   i   can   tell   you   that   i   never   returned   a   library   book.   the   fees   must   be   racking   up   on   my   end.   do   you   have   the   power   to   make   it   disappear?”

[sunsthemoon]

*      response   for   highwcters

status : closed / ( @halfhoney ) location : safe-mart supermarket

━━━━━━━━━ ⟢  avoiding was too light of a term to describe the way indie had been steering clear of elijah. it was more of an aggressive dodging. she’d catch one glimpse of him ( or someone who looked vaguely like him ), and instantly move to squat behind benches, peer over behind walls, or do a complete 180 in the other direction. ironic, how she had once preached so openly about being proud of who she was and where she came from when they were together, yet after the breakup she desperately wanted him to forget she ever existed. he was the first person to ever really make her feel small. like she should be embarrassed of who she was. as if he was embarrassed to be with her. it was an emotion that went unchecked, and undealt with so it wasn’t a surprise that the second his features coming down the aisle registered with her indie made a sharp turn to leave the area. 

with a complete disregard for her surroundings, she rammed directly into a display stand that held various fruits. the sounds of all the produce, and the stand itself thudding to the ground made her jump back in surprise; nearly losing her footing and slipping over the product a few times. once it the noises came to a stop she stood frozen for a moment surveying the mess she had made, but made no movement to clean any of it up. “ did you um…━━━ did you catch like all of that ? ” indie asked as she spared a glance at elijah, but quickly looked away. “ don’t answer that actually. even if you did, pretend you didn’t. ” it was a small request, as she slowly lowered herself to lift the stand back into place. “ could you uh ━━ kick me that apple, by your feet please… i don’t believe in wasting anything but my time apparently so… ”

❪                      it   seems   that   elijah’s   undiscovered   trait   to   most   people   was   how   much   of   a   disappointment   he   was   to   others,   especially   to   those   he   claimed   to   care   for.   he   was   guilty   of   how   much   he   avoided   indie,   embarrassed   to   even   look   at   them   for   a   split   second   before   he   was   remembering   how   much   of   a   coward   he   was.   he   abandoned   his   mother   to   attend   college,   hurting   her   in   the   process   of   ignoring   all   her   attempts   to   reach   out.   he   let   eloise   down   by   being   the   half   -   brother   she   never   knew   she   had,   though   he   couldn’t   find   it   in   himself   to   defend   himself   for   not   knowing.   maybe   something   should   have   clicked   in   his   mind   when   he   and   his   half   -   sister   crossed   paths.   he   let   indie   down   by   letting   his   mother   come   between   the   two   of   them,   for   not   standing   up   for   indie   despite   how   much   he   claimed   to   love   them.   the   person   who   should   be   ashamed   of   themselves   was   never   indie,   it   had   always   been   elijah   and   it   would   continue   to   be   elijah   the   more   he   avoided   his   problems   rather   than   facing   his   faults.   cowardliness   was   embedded   in   his   dna,   taking   after   his   mother   with   stupidity.

            his   feet   remain   glued   to   the   floor   despite   the   scene   unfolding   in   front   of   him.   elijah   could   hurry   and   leave   before   indie   catches   sight   of   him,   forced   to   stutter   his   way   through   a   conversation   and   the   death   of   an   apology   on   his   tongue   that   was   too   late.   their   eyes   lock   briefly   and   elijah   feels   himself   frozen   to   his   spot   even   more.   “i   ⸺      “   he   trails   off   after,   glad   that   he   did   when   indie   requests   for   him   not   to   answer.   he   rubs   the   back   of   his   head   nervously,   still   wondering   if   it   was   best   he   left   without   a   word   or   stay   exactly   where   he   was.   “i   didn’t   see   anything.   i   was   just   standing   here.   i   thought   i   saw   a   ladybug,   but   it   was   just   dust.”   a   pitiful   lie   escapes   his   lips   as   if   it   was   enough   to   get   on   indie’s   good   side   after   tarnishing   the   relationship   they   built.   “do   you   actually   want   me   to   kick   it?   i   could   ⸺   maybe   i   could   find   something   less   dirty.”   he   swallows   down   the   urge   to   say   more,   wanting   to   curl   into   himself   after   the   dig   he   knew   was   for   him.

[sunsthemoon]

*      response   for   svltyed

LOCATION: Shepherd Gymnasium

&&.   a   newfound   energy   had   taken   over   arwen   today   and   she   was   happy   about   it,   however,   she   wasn’t   one   to   fully   express   it   unless   someone   conversed   with   her.   still   decked   in   her   teal   sports   bra   and   matching   leggings,   she   donned   her   dark   zip-up   hoodie   to   shield   her   from   the   october   chill.   despite   having   the   terrible   withdrawal   this   morning,   arwen   felt   the   need   to   move   around,   shake   off   the   anxiety   that   had   built   up   in   her   system   over   the   past   few   days.   “why,   hello!”   she   exclaimed   gleefully   when   she   spotted   a   familiar   face.   “fancy   seeing   you   here.   isn’t   it   weird   that   we’re   all   walking   around,   doing   our   own   thing   despite   how   things   have   been   acting   up   lately?”   she   tilted   her   head   slightly.   “it’s   almost   like   nothing   ever   happened.”

CLOSED STARTER: @halfhoney·

❪                      as   ridiculous   as   it   may   sounded,   making   friends   wasn’t   something   honey   found   themselves   able   to   do   much.   they   wanted   to   be   a   loner,   would   rather   walk   through   life   alone   than   giving   a   piece   of   herself   to   someone   else.   however,   then   there   are   times   where   someone   comes   out   of   nowhere   and   sticks   to   the   bottom   of   your   shoe   like   gum   ⸺   case   and   point   is   arwen.   she   pretends   to   not   remember   the   reason   their   immature   argument   arose,   taking   shape   in   a   childish   hatred   toward   one   another   they   couldn’t   let   go   of.   the   two   started   on   the   rockiest   of   terms,   but   now   they   have   one   gleeful   arwen   making   her   way   toward   them.   “i   don’t   think   there’s   much   to   do   around   here   in   the   first   place,   you   know?”   it’s   a   lame   response,   one   that   honey   knew   was   a   lie   through   their   teeth.   they   just   prefer   to   not   do   anything,   roaming   aimlessly   as   if   everything   was   how   it   used   to   be.   “i   think   most   people   want   normalcy.   maybe   it’s   best   if   we   act   like   nothing   happened   so   we   can   stop   wasting   time   and   try   figuring   something   out.”   not   that   honey   would   be   joining.

[sunsthemoon]

*      response   for   svltyed

LOCATION: West Ham Town Hall

&&.   to   mara,   it   only   seemed   right   to   stay   in   a   neutral   zone   until   things   were   more   situated.   it   was   just   recently   that   the   leaders   of   each   faction   took   their   people   to   their   claimed   territories,   and   the   factionless   dispersed   wherever   they   wished   to   be.   a   part   of   them   envied   the   factionless   -   they   were   free,   essentially,   to   do   whatever   they   pleased,   unlike   them.   letting   out   a   sigh,   she   pulled   open   the   map   of   the   college,   town,   colored   pens   and   highlighters   set   out   in   front   of   her.   a   small   frown   of   deep   concentration   littered   between   their   brows.   “i   can’t   remember   who   had   what,”   mara   muttered,   more   so   to   themselves   than   the   person   sitting   across   from   them.   mara   looked   up.   “does   that   make   me   a   terrible   leader?”

❪                     karma   was   all   around   honey.   she   needed   to   pay   for   her   sins   that   put   her   sister   six   feet   under   while   their   parents   dealt   with   the   aftermath   in   grief.   it   was   in   the   way   honey   picked   faction   one   because   she   felt   it   was   the   best   one   for   themselves,   only   to   find   mara   as   the   leader   of   said   faction.   the   two   have   history   together,   though   neither   would   admit   it.   both   honey   and   mara   have   gone   on   their   different   paths   as   absolute   strangers,   no   one   would   suspect   their   trusted   leader   was   capable   of   betrayal   or   that   honey   had   no   reason   to   offer   their   respect   back.   if   honey’s   goal   wasn’t   to   accomplish   doing   absolutely   nothing   and   maintaining   a   comfortable   life   of   survival,   she   would   have   immediately   picked   another   faction.   they   were   two   strangers   making   the   most   out   of   a   terrible   situation,   but   honey   didn’t   think   she   could   put   her   trust   in   the   hands   of   a   leader   who   may   walk   away   when   something   better   comes   along.   “you   want   me   to   give   you   an   honest   review   on   your   leader   duties   right   now?   i   can   make   some   time.”   the   remark   is   snide,   an   eyebrow   raise   as   honey   spares   the   other   a   quick   glance   before   dropping   down   to   the   notebook   in   front   of   them.   it   wasn’t   her   place   to   validate   mara   and   if   she   was   already   cracking   after   a   short   time,   who   was   honey   to   sugarcoat   things?

[sunsthemoon]

✺         closed   for   :   @flownhigher​   ﹙   eloise   ﹚

❪                     when   she   was   younger,   honey   used   to   gaze   at   the   moon   every   night.   when   the   sun   would   begin   to   set,   they   would   make   predictions   on   what   form   the   moon   would   take   on   that   night.   it   offered   her   a   sense   of   calmness,   a   push   to   continue   and   fight   to   see   that   moon   each   night.   while   it   felt   no   one   was   ever   there   by   honey’s   side,   she   could   never   say   the   same   about   the   moon   who   was   always   hung   in   the   sky   above   her.   despite   the   chaos   that   was   taking   place   currently,   honey   still   found   time   to   break   away   from   her   faction   and   find   a   spot   to   be   alone   in   order   to   stare   at   the   moon,   take   in   the   beauty   of   it   and   awe   with   no   one   around.   things   were   different   tonight,   however,   their   arm   looped   around   eloise   as   she   brought   the   two   to   one   of   the   numerous   spots   honey   comes   to   be   alone.   they   swore   they   heard   the   voice   of   their   sister,   heard   her   laugh   filter   through   the   noisiness   of   scattered   factions   and   loners   strolling   around.   it   made   goosebumps   rise   on   her   skin   and   a   dark   presence   loom   over   them      ⸺   maybe   with   a   change   of   heart   honey   didn’t   feel   like   staring   at   the   moon   alone   that   night.   it   seemed   to   be   further   confirmed   when   her   and   eloise   found   each   other,   a   crestfallen   look   that   washed   over   her   friend’s   features.   maybe   they   both   needed   a   distraction   regardless   if   either   would   admit   that   defeat   or   not.   “have   you   thought   up   my   proposal   to   run   away?”   her   gaze   doesn’t   falter   from   the   moon   while   addressing   eloise,   an   overused   joke   honey   hasn’t   become   tired   of.   “i   think   we   could   make   it   out   of   her   and   survive   with   just   the   two   of   us.   don’t   you   think?”

[thegossipgirlsource]

[inadeqcies]

ft @halfhoney​