#dtchilds

[kingofdisrepute]

@dtchilds​ hit the ♥️

          “Beth...” Saying her first name instead of Childs was a cue that this was serious. And it was. He usually didn’t like being serious with Beth; he preferred being silly and teasing like they usually were, but he couldn’t keep ignoring what was right in front of his face. “Listen, not trying to distract from the matter at hand or anything and I know you don’t like it when I ask this, but... are you okay?”

[hiddenknives]

@dtchilds​ said:  “Aren’t sleepovers for twelve year olds?” /for naomi

“Drunks ‘err twelve year olds.” It was a massive mistake drinking with Beth. She just kept going and going... Naomi tried to make her drinks last but she was blasted before she knew it. They managed to stumble back to Naomi’s apartment at an ungodly hour and now it was a matter of making sure her sister didn’t decide to take off in the middle of the night.

She squinted in the dim light and locked the door behind them before nudging off her shoes by the door. She held onto the counter tops and then the wall as she made her way into the living room.

“Couch ‘eerr bed?” There was a moment where she thought she was about to fall flat on her face but instead she just swayed to the side and frowned. “Mah bed’s queen size, we couldda share. Might havtah fight the dogs though.”

[patentyda]

 “  i’m  sorry  about  siobhan.  ”  /  to  sarah  /   (  @dtchilds  )

the  bustling  of  people  is  practically  drowned  out  by  the  ringing  in  her  ears  ,  it  felt  like  the  room  was  spinning  &  she  couldn’t  quite  ground  herself  .   .   .  until  a  form  is  seen  hovering  in  her  peripheral.  

‘  i’m  sorry  about  siobhan.  ’  she’d  heard  it  a  thousand  times  from  plenty  of  others  &  it  was  the  same  stupid  response  ,  an  automated  response  of  thanks  &  a  thin  smile  before  they  inevitably  walked  away.  but  luckily  the  house  was  empty  now  ,  just  her  &  her  sisters  .  .  .  one  missing.  HELENA.  she  needed  to  find  her.

brown  hues  don’t  dare  to  raise  to  meet  nearly  identical  ones  ,  not  at  first  ,  fingertips  pick  at  the  hang  nail  on  the  opposite  hand.  figure  slouched  in  the  wooden  chair  before  she  finally  glances  up  ,  giving  a  small  nod.  not  a  single  word  is  said.  not  yet.

it  seemed  easier  this  way  .  .  .  no  talking  .  .  .  no  feelings  .  .  .  no  vulnerability.  a  hand  wipes  at  her  face  ,  an  exasperated  breath  escapes  as  she  shakes  her  head  ,  hues  faltering  once  again.  okay  ,  maybe  it  wasn’t  easier.  the  silence  was  starting  to  drown  her  .  .  .  swallow  her  whole.

“  i  don’t      i  don’t  know  what  i’m  gonna  do.  kira  just  lost  her grandmum  .  .  .  what  do  i  do  with  that?  ” 

[coeurdechiot]

@dtchilds // starter.

When Delphine finally returned from her exile to Germany to find Cosima still alive, it had felt like a dream come true. Like maybe, just maybe, this whole nightmare could end one day. That Cosima would survive and things would turn out alright.

But ever since then... things haven’t quite added up. Something is different. Cosima, she’s different. She doesn’t move the same, doesn’t feel the same. Like when it had actually been Sarah in disguise - but this is different than her, too. It’s a stranger walking around in Cosima’s skin, someone Delphine doesn’t recognize at all.

She had known that already, if she’s honest, but she’d refused to see the signs standing clear as day in front of her. At least, until she couldn’t ignore it any longer. Until she had let this not-Cosima into her bed - inside of her - and there was no taking that back.

She should have stopped it when the other woman hesitated in a way that Cosima, always steady and guiding even when Delphine fumbled, never had. She should have stopped her when she pinned Delphine down just a little too hard, when she took her just a little too rough, to be right. But Delphine had been so desperate to be wrong, to still have the woman she loved by her side... Even then she couldn’t admit it. Not until it was too late.

Now, it’s time to wake up.

“You’re not Cosima.” Maybe she should be more concerned, facing down an unknown clone in Cosima’s bed. Maybe she should at least get dressed first, to try and hide away some of the shame that she’s just tarnished a sacredness that was supposed to only belong to Cosima. But all Delphine feels is numb when she turns to face the woman, sheets pooled at her waist and gaze carefully blank. “What is all of this, then? Some sort of test? Because I didn’t think any of you would stoop this low.”

[hiddenknives]

@dtchilds​ said:  “There are guts EVERYWHERE!” /for charlotte Send me “There are guts EVERYWHERE!” for your muse to join mine in pumpkin carving.

“I think we should do a classic jack o’ lantern face.” Charlotte said as she toddled forward with the large pumpkin in her arms. She was about to stand on her tip-toes to put it on the counter but realized it would be too much for her, so she set it on a barstool instead and waited for Beth to put the other one down. “Then the other one we could do something like Frankenstein or a mummy. What do you think?”

[hiddenknives]

@dtchilds​ said:  “I ended up setting the house on fire last time.” /beth and naomi chilling and one of them has to make food but it won't be beth

“And why was that?” Naomi asked in her certified mom voice. After years watching her brother deal with addiction, she had gotten relatively good at sensing when she was interacting with someone who had the same issues. She could imagine Beth trying putting something in the oven and then passing out on the couch, only to wake up with drool all over her face and flames shooting out of the stove. Her sister seemed sober enough right now but Naomi still had her doubts.

“You can’t be that bad of a cook.” As she stood up from her spot on the couch, she squinted at her sister. “What do you want? Hot dogs, pasta, leftover lasagna? There might be some other stuff too, I gotta check.”

[patentyda]

“ what aren’t you telling me? ” / @dtchilds​​

lips contort . . . . she’d have to be naïve to think the camera that was broadcasting her face to a remote location to her confidant wasn’t displaying such hesitation. ( HELSINKI, she hadn’t told her about the one key thing that had brought her here. )

a glance towards her watch is made before glancing back up, a CLICK! of her timer before lips part, “—three minutes….” the reminder of time was said in a mumble as she shifts, eyes unable to focus on one particular thing.

“ i’ve told you everything i know, beth. what else is there to tell? ”

[hiddenknives]

@dtchilds​ said:  “So we got something out of this fiasco after all?”

“Other than a fucked up bumper? Yeah, I think so.” Naomi shoved the gear shift into ‘park’ and then let out a shaky sigh. In her attempt to follow the Castor’s Audi down the street, she had managed to back the car into a the corner of a brick building. If they were lucky, they’d get home without the bumper falling off. She didn’t expect that to happen.

“He had a green sticker on the left bumper, like a parking permit or something. Don’t you guys have a database for that sort of thing? We can find out where he lives.” She didn’t know a thing about policing and she didn’t seem to know much about driving either. It was driving Beth’s car that made her seem so incompetent. Fuck. Beth’s car. “Oh shit. Shit, sorry about your car.”