#cherrytarnish

[holyfragile]

i  have  to  stop  the  bleeding .          :          @cherrytarnish .

          technically ,  he  hears  her  speak  --  hears  her  words  echo  through  the  recesses  of  his  brain .     that  doesn’t  mean ,  though ,  that  it  really  sinks  in ,  instead  rattling  around  the  edges  and  hitting  the  corners  that  almost  hold  him  back  from  actual  comprehension .     it’s  not  that  he’s  skittish ,  not  exactly  --  not  that  he’s  afraid  of  blood ,  although  his  brain  still  remembers ,  like  memories  of  an  activity  long  since  played ,  when  he  once  has  the  exact  opposite  reaction  to  blood  than  the  blank  long  for  distance  that  he  has  now .     after  a  second ,  however ,  he  blinks ,  snapping  back  into  reality  and  the  fact  that  something  needs  to  be  done .          “  r-right ,  yeah ,  ”          he  mutters  lamely ,  running  an  agitated  hand  through  his  hair .          “  how  --  how  can  i  help ?  ”

[shotjocks-a]

                  ❛        you’re    so     pretty    when     you’re     mad    .        ❜

                                  @cherrytarnish​    asked    :    ☾

[tideridera]

FIVE  WORD  PROMPTS ↳↳  not  accepting  ( @cherrytarnish​​ )

“  have  you  lost  your  mind ?  ”

          “    there  you  are.    ”    harry all but purred in the face of her outrage. for a while now her polite act had grated on his nerves and BORED him. he had known that there was more to her than the well mannered display she had been performing for him and the others. perhaps it had been something in her voice, a pitch that only someone like harry could have noticed and picked apart for what it was. a shield. but whether that shield was to protect others from her, or if it was a shield to protect herself from others, harry could quite pick out. so he had poked. and he had prodded. testing the defenses of her civility until finally, that carefully crafted shield shattered.

          there was something about his eyes as he looked down at her, a wild animal lurking within pale blues and it was a predator that had found its prey. harry laughed. he tipped his head to one side and drank her in. her sun kissed skin, her doe brown eyes and full lips. he was undeterred by her venomous fury, if anything her outburst only appeared to excite him.

          “    i  knew  you  were  in  there  somewhere.    ”

[rivalrus]

    BETWEEN  the  disproportionate  media  attention  and  the  locals’  eagerness  to  disclose  their  side  of  the  supposed  story  to  a  stranger,  her  reputation  preceded  her.  everyone  liked  a  homegrown  horror  movie  and  everyone  wanted  their  fifteen  minutes  of  FAME  –  anything  that  distracted  from  the  mundanity  of  suburbia’s  routine;  her  neighbours,   however,  had  the  luxury  of  living  without  the  trauma.  no  one  lived  through  a  MASSACRE  without  a  few  mental  scars,  especially  not  a  high  schooler.

                  ( --------- or so he would’ve  liked  to believe in the case of  charley  brewster.  )

     ❝  hey,  i  heard  about  what  happened.  it  was  one  of  the  first  things  out  of  people’s  mouths  when  i  started  making  my  rounds  for  introductions.  not  gonna  lie,  after  the  FIFTH  time  hearing  about  it,  it  started  to   wear  on  me  a  little. ❞   a  grimace  arose  at  the  thought,  a  brief  glimpse  at  his  vexation  before  eyebrows  pulled  inwards  and  sympathies  were  appositely  extended,  ❝ can’t even imagine how you’re feeling about it. ❞

@cherrytarnish​—– * starters.