#deathdrown

[lucioleptit]

@deathdrown​ said (a long time ago): 🌩 lbr,, LBR

              oh ho u already kno ...

relationship wishlist. / accepting selectively.

[lucioleptit]

@deathdrown​ said:  ❛ It is like you’re never really awake; but you’re never really asleep. ❜

          she is listening, of course she is. annette is always listening, or at least always hearing. + of course she’s listening to wirt; he’s a very good friend of hers, + she wouldn’t ever not listen to him. she is also, however, hand-stitching a rather involved costume for the winter musical. she’d find a way out of it if anyone else could do it, but alas. she pauses at his statement though, something resonating like a church bell inside her chest. her gaze zips from the embroidering in her lap to the young boy across from her. “y-yes. yes, i-i -- i kn-now.” she pauses, looking back at her project. “i-if i, um-m. f-figure out-t h-h-how t-to f-fix i-it, i-i’ll ... let-t you kn-now, hm?”

a very strange time in my life. / accepting selectively.

[lucioleptit]

@deathdrown​: [ 📞 ] ‘ are you in trouble? ’

           “... n-no.” not anymore. her shaking hands can barely hold the cell phone, + she’s furtively scanning her surroundings. she needed to begin her walk home. “n-no, i-i’m -- j-jus-st walk-king h-home, y-y’kn-now.”

phone-a-friend.   /   accepting.

[lucioleptit]

@deathdrown​:  [ 📞 ] ‘ i’m scared. ’

         she’d picked up the phone, + that was his greeting. she began rushing immediately. before she could fully gather her thoughts, she’d snatched her bag and had begun fumbling to rush downstairs + to her bike. “w-where a-are you -- r-r-right-t n-now? d-d-don-n’t m-move, d-don-n’t h-h-hang up-p -- i-i’m c-c-comin-ng.” he’ll have to stop her if it’s a different kind of scared, as she’s still recovering from her own situations. she’s jumped to terrible conclusions.

phone-a-friend.   /   accepting.

[wraithtm]

MAY  THE  SAINTS  BE  PRAISED  for  her  to  see  a  faint  figure  in  the  waves  !  unmoving  ;  unconscious.  sails  are  held  as  her  crew  tries  to  pull  the  body  out  of  water  —  skin  pale  as  ice,  lips  blue  as  forget - me - nots.  body  wrapped  in  any  blankets  that  can  be  found,  brought  into  her  quarters  and  monitored.  it’s  her  own  curiosity  that  brings  her  to  his  side,  watching  the  boy’s  face  —  resemblance  of  a  GHOST.  how  did  he  end  in  these  waters  in  the  first  place  ?

@deathdrown​  i’m  love  you

[lucioleptit]

@deathdrown.

           “n-no, n-no, i-it’s -- it isn-n’t b-bad at a-all!” small hands are holding a notebook that isn’t hers, bespectacled eyes scanning the boy’s poem again. “th-there’s-s a f-few ... o-okay, s-so ...” she points at one phrase. “h-how c-could you, um ... b-better s-say th-that?”