#brawling bitch

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There’s a bouquet of flowers - pink peonies and blue lisianthuses - sitting on the dining room table. Nothing attached to it. No name. Just a green ribbon keeping them from spreading out unceremoniously. Romance, prosperity, good fortune, appreciation and a life-long bond. It was a lot. There was a lot on these flowers, but they did all the talking she wasn’t able to do. Words were hard. Flowers made it a little easier. 

The weight on his chest as he fingered the petals of the flowers was...insurmountable. Elliott heaved a sigh, then moved away from the bouquet to his door, hesitating.

Should he go to her? It was Angela. Of course it was Angela. Who else would it be? The typhoon had changed so much, and yet he was still at odds with how to approach it. How to approach her.

Not yet. Elliott pulled his hand away from the doorknob and went back to admire the flowers. Soon.

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"Hell Is Cold" Chase/Angela/Elliott

“Hell Is Cold” During the blizzard of December 2017 Chase/Angela/Elliott (TW: Near death experience, self-hatred) Bless Marlin, the grumpy old fuck, for letting them leave early. The storm that everyone had been anticipating was hitting harder than expected, and Chase suddenly felt unprepar...

(during the blizzard of December 2017)

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Post break up with Elliott, Chase elects to spend a lovely, calm night with Angela, snowed in from the first blizzard of the season - and, as usual, Elliott throws a wrench into his plans by crashing into his house, half-dead from hypothermia.

As Elliott recovers, Chase is forced to confront his hidden fears about the man he loves - and Angela pulls further away into her self-defined exile.

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💀👑

💀 …someone my muse would kill for.

“No one is worth dying for, my dear, I assure you. I can do far better on this planet than sacrifice my life and freedom for someone else. ...but if you’re going to force me to choose...I think we both know who it would be. No other than Ray. Ray...I don’t know his last name, actually. But we can’t let a face or body like that be sacrificed. Surely you must agree.”

👑 …someone my muse is jealous of.

“Jealous? Why would I ever be jealous? We all have our own talents and strengths, and there’s no use in being jealous of any of it.” His thoughts certainly didn’t drift toward a young dynamo of flourishing talent with glasses and long braids who’d no doubt reach his skill level far sooner than he had, not even a little bit.