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@eviji / here

she splits a fish down the middle. its insides fall into a metal bucket and slosh around inside.

her yellow gloves are stained red. the air reeks of dead fish.

"peoples' souls'll bleed on you whether you like it or not."

#eviji #* alma.#cheekbone battle at almas #shes not winning

@bluedprints: it may have never happened, but my memory of it is real.

she downs the last of her pint. tar-like ale, the sort you never truly get a taste for.

this isn't the sort of place where someone'll notice an empty glass and refill it on a whim. the sun's still shining, and she'll have to get off her ass if she wants another drink.

"may as well've."

#bluedprints #* alma.#mmm stout and cigarettes #theyre on the island (inisherin) from banshees of inisherin #or theyre in the fishing village in martinaise #regardless. the vibe

@bruisedpenny / call

"you're awake."

clearly, she's been up for hours.

"got an extra pair'a wellies if you're not to good for checkin' crab traps."

#bruisedpenny #* alma.#for pidge or pash. whoever most wants a hot meal and a warm bed #and to do manual labour i guess

@inflame / call

"your mother liked that spot, too."

ironic, given the fact that it's outside. close to the ocean, where all sorts of things might leap out and get her.

#inflame #* alma.

@thrownsoul / call

"land just over there, didja now. bit close to the primrose."

on the grey backdrop of the sky behind her little house, it's hard to miss a thing like that. she removes the thick rubber gloves, and dumps them into a metal bucket.

"still upright, i'll give you that."

#thrownsoul #* alma.#incapable of writing alma doing anything but patching up wounds #i think it would be fun if they've been doing this dance a while. a claire temple matt murdock style relationship

it's not my responsibility anymore. alma molly

the angel of indian lake

"responsibility." she repeats, letting that word roll over her tongue and press against the backs of her teeth.