#burnedown

[eatsrawa2]

she'd been sitting on the pavement, back against a brick wall as people continued to walk by her. the city was a change in pace from the quiet of country. louder and more crowded. the air carried scents unfamiliar to the fresh air she had been so accustomed to. soon it drops in front of her, a wrapped sandwich - the original beef. the assumption likely was that she was homeless and hungry, which, to be fair, was the truth. mina stood up, unwrapping the sandwich and bringing it closer to her face for inspection, allowing eyes to take in sight of layered toppings and nose to take in scent of food - it didn't smell appealing. she'd look like an asshole if she threw it out or tossed it aside. she does what she does best, performs, and takes a huge bite. it barely goes down without a near gag. it tastes like wet drywall.

mina walked until she found the restaurant, heading inside and patiently waiting until spotting a man [ @burnedown ] behind the counter. mina held the sandwich up, looking at him. " tastes awful. " the words came like a stated fact, she stood there, expression blank.

[eatsrawa2]

"i feel like i've done something terrible." @burnedown says to mina from a meme i forgot. -------- she looks at him for a long moment, nodding her head slowly in some sort of silent understanding. how could she ease what seemed to so visibly trouble him given that she could not even ease herself? mina listened. sitting across from him with her hands on a warm cup of hot coffee that she'd likely not finish.

after a long moment, she breaks silence. " have we not all done terrible things? i have. " an admittance, acknowledgment of harm that she'd never utter the truthful words of.

[restconfetti]

@burnedown said, you're the prettiest thing i've ever seen.

                        ✽՚༹ ˙⌁ warmth bloom in her cheeks, and it spreads into her chest. heart hammering as their gazes met. god, she could drown in those pools of blue. she could remember small bits and pieces of her parents' love for each other. mutual obsession; a devotion so intense that nothing else stood a chance. she had to wonder if what she was feeling now was close to what they felt. she loves him, that much she is aware of. she loves him more than she has loved anything or anyone before. her heart beats for him.

“ you love me, ” she speaks in a sing-songy tone. nell had known he loved her, but . . . this moment was different than all the rest. it was one of those moments where true realization settles in, and it dares to show them just how deeply invested they have become. “ i think that you are the one that was meant just for me, carmen berzatto . . . ” she murmured beneath his ear, leaving a kiss there. “ that missing piece i needed, my soulmate. ”

[nectarot]

i wish i could walk away, just for a little while. ( for maggie, or shawn, or katniss maybe?)

“ why not? ” she questions, lips soft from hard liquor. her fingers touch the rim of her glass to admire, it's not like drinking from straw stuck aluminum. it's odd like living in the city, no farm fields or horses to be found. she prefers the taste of moonshine, of home. suddenly the drink doesn’t taste too much like comfort, taste the city like and sour. she pushes it before her, half drank but already finished. “ i haven’t been here too long, ” she shrugs, looking around as if to take it in again. when she first got here she was overwhelmed by city buildings and traffic. her rural town back home was incomparable. “ it ain’t that bad. ” but there are times where she misses the comfort of the georgia sun and the way it would always set pretty over fields. her white house painted gold till it fades. she imagine if she was stuck here too long maybe she’d feel the same.

“ you know, back home it ain’t nothin’ like this? ” she wonders for a moment if she sounds too sheltered. like her little life back home could fit inside an open palm. maybe it could. “ you should get away, taste something different. ” her lips curl, humored slight by her own joke. she looks over to everything else, the crowd set into place. there are times where this many people still catches her by surprise. “ i’d say home, but we don’t have places like here does. ” the diner in town was good, but nothing ever compared to home cooking. her mother would make everything from farm to table.

[killjoysanonymous]

@burnedown liked for a starter from SYDNEY !

The fact that she had even said YES to going to this wedding in the first place felt all the more bizarre. Her mind couldn't seem to let go of the request, a favor for Richie that even NOW felt distinctly out of character for them both; growth and kindness always looked all the more confusing in the light of day.

Either way, she had broken free from the continued small talk of the party for a moment of solace. Peace and quiet from the impending doom of her own mind that rotated through the wellbeing of her father, the new regret of a profound decision, and all the other chaos that seemed to beg for attention in the midst of pleasantries and introductions.

"Fuck-" she breathed out, glass raised to take a small sip of champagne on the porch before her gaze caught a familiar set of eyes. "Shit. I mean, not shit to seeing you. You're fine, I just-" Sydney rambled on, head shook from side to side before her eyes looked down at her heels. "Just sort of thought I was going to be alone out here. Guess you can't really hide at a wedding, huh?"

[spxnglr]

(metaphorically haunted)

❝ The word haunted doesn't have to be interpreted literally. I'm also a qualified psychologist. ❞

@burnedown || ARE YOU EGON'S TYPE?

[centurie]

"i don't know how to feel." / for richie

ask him that same question ten years ago and his answer would've been more fruitful , still bullshit , but it wouldn't have been forwarded with as much hesitation and discontent . a younger richie would have shrugged and laughed through it , struck his cousin on the back with an i dunno , man , fuck it , be happy . it's something he wants to jump to again when he has no real answer for something as deep as this . richie plucks the cigarette from his lips that had sat idle for too long , he hadn't been enjoying it , and has to stop himself from offering it out ; @burnedown might think he doesn't notice the improvements he tries to make , stopping smoking for example , but he's always the first to see change . it's why richie reacts the way he does ; he notices change fast and fears it , snaps and lashes out as a means to protect himself .

" yeah . . . me neither . "  honesty comes before the bullshit , stops it even . he rubs the heel of his hand into his right eye , scrubbing away at his vision 'til all he sees is static . richie blinks through it , chews at his bottom lip and finds himself unsatisfied with his answer , " i dunno . kinda thought you'd be happy at least , y'know this place is doing well . . . sorta . everyone's actually listenin' to your fuckin' miserable ass . . . including me . and that's somethin' , right ? "  a smile doesn't quite make it to his lips , but the effort was there , " fake happiness until it happens , that's what i do . " 

[venustrapearch]

i don't have the luxury of playing it safe. / for jess maybe?

" not with that attitude. " she half scolds, going back for another bite of her sandwich. where has this thing been all her life ?! he's finding out, jess is hoping, that she is not the right person to talk to about taking risks, professional or otherwise. although, a lot of her lesson plans involve singing original songs in front of a bunch of merciless middle schoolers on a weekly basis – that should earn her some risk taker points ! " you're running things, aren't you ? i'm not telling you to get comfortable, but what's the point of calling the shots if you work yourself to death just to keep everybody on their toes ? " with a mouthful of bread & meat, she lifts her gaze, gently pushing her glasses back into place. " besides, don't knock the playing it safe thing. safe is reliable ! " a beat. " & this is... really good, carm. i don't know what kind of sorcery goes on in your kitchen, but i think i wanna marry this sandwich. "

@burnedown | meme