#carvienne

[odisn]

is thor a cha cha slide, macarena, 5678, or saturday night guy

definitely 5678

[pacifistock-a]

&.        @carvienne​​   (for beth)            ›           💬 ,          𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻  𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 .

girl  was  in  awe.    hand  so  gently  holds  the  plant,    as  if  holding  a  newborn  child,    more  fear  of  dropping  it  in  her  now  than  the  wonder  she  might  have  held  mere  moments  ago.    they’d  been  stuck  there  for  so  long,   praying  to  any  god  who’d  listen  for  something  to  grow.    and  finally,   finally  it’d  worked.    “   it’s  been  a  long  time.     but  this  is  the  only  thing  that's  made  the  last  three  years  bearable.   ”

[captainrcgrs]

                                 ❛  you should stop wasting your time on guys like me.  ❜

@carvienne  /  one - liner starter call

[bardbattled-mov]

❝ hello. ❞   voice is a somewhere between startled  &  pleasantly surprised. these days, she’s finding more  &  more that she’s crossing paths with other sensates -- being on tour with her band has brought her all over the world. she isn’t immediately sure where she might have met gazes with this one, but it might have been anywhere.   ❝ i’m elsie. where are we? ❞    /    @carvienne​.

[odisn]

‘ you call that a hug? ’ (beth ?)

LAUGHS ,  THEN   :    JESTS  BETWEEN  FRIENDS  AS  STRONG  AS  SHOULD  BE .   time and distance means nothing on them ,  as well as the fact that it's been just over a year since they last met .   once ,  they communicated over the phone ,  but Midgardian technology being as slow and fragile as it is ,  Thor had accidentally broken his .  

admittedly ,  held her at length in their embrace ,  owing to bruises that were still healing ,  and the aftermath  smell  of a battle recently fought .   but is it an excuse   ?   Thor suspects not ,  opening himself for a better retake ,  and likely throwing himself into the firing line of more jokes .

❝       fine .     come back ,  let's try this again .      ❞

                         @carvienne    /    p.

[odisn]

snhe snells snea snails snon snhe snea snore , snhe snells snat snhe snells snre sne snells snim snure

che chells çe cells con che çee chore

[symphora]

𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄, nothing but embers dimming to ash... he can promise, he can try --- but annie knows the world has no place for her now; a truth she struggles to understand, weighing far too heavy upon her tender heart -- but a TRUTH made easier with his touch. it is on instinct, arms reaching for her only sense of stability, tucking her tears into the warmth of his beating heart. her arms tighten, and annie unwilling to let go -- not of her life, not of hope, not of him  -- not yet.

she nods, tear-kissed cheeks nestling into the width of his chest, mind having yet to meet with her action -- not when death lingered so near, and her heart is aching. instead, she clings to the safety of his embrace, wishing to hide there forever -- her own sanctuary, the cure to her breaking heart, found within finnick’s embrace -- a fact that was beginning to blur into fiction. tears begin to dry as annie drifts into fantasy: this very moment -- how he feels breathing beneath her cheek, but without the pain of knowing death. eyes flutter close and annie leans into his weight, easy to entrust herself to his hands, roughed yet gentle -- a fact she’d be sure to remember...

♥   ⤻   continuation w/ @carvienne​​ , ft. annie & finnick

[symphora]

𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒, one that would have annoyed her should it had been anyone else... but him? with a heart crafted of gold and honesty, wishing for his world to settle -- just like her. it is a small smile, subtle -- barely there, but enough to warm cold crimson eyes.    ❛  you’re lucky.  ❜    a comment tossed over her shoulder before her head could turn and chin tucked into her palm once more, smile fading and warmth dimming -- years of self-hatred far too difficult to shake off...    ❛  -- i wish i could forget.  ❜

♥   ⤻   continuation w/ @carvienne​ , ft. rosalie & matt