#ellieharp

[rekant-2]

@ellieharp / here.

"yeeeeeah," she closes the fridge carefully, like she's afraid it'll break, somehow. this old, unused little thing in the corner of ellie's kitchen she expects to shatter as some kind of divine punishment for the neglect. she figures it probably came with the house. "i'm gonna go to the store. you know of any markets? like, a grocer, even."

[untruthing]

@ellieharp

fact is, charlie's been bartending here in this small shit town for a few weeks and doesn't want anything to get... weird. the band up on stage here seems normal (thankfully), but someone scribbling notes is, well, something (worrying). so charlie leans over the bar with a curious glint. "most people aren't spending their time in a bar writing notes. what's the deal? if i'm allowed to know, anyway."

[rekant-2]

@ellieharp

'The tea's not much better,' he says, when he sees her face after taking a sip of lukewarm coffee.

'There's a coffee shop on the corner.'

[untruthing]

@ellieharp left a voicemail: you’re not shitting me?

she doesn't usually show off the whole lying thing that much. in the end, charlie doesn't really bring it up unless someone else does. years and years working in laughlin, wandering the casino floor, and no one knew about it. not a single goddamned one. but ellie seems like good people, and, to be honest? she doesn't seem like the type to run around talking about it.

"nope." she grins a little, sequestered on the other side of the diner booth and prodding at the pancakes in front of her. they're definitely not the best pancakes she's had, but you can never really complain about what you get in diners. it's food, it's edible, and it's at least kind of cheap. what else can you ask for? "now, let me point out that i'm not a psychic or anything like that. i can't read minds, i can't tell the future. no crystal ball or anything like that. i don't know what tarot cards mean either."

she went to a tarot card reading once, more out of some kind of morbid curiosity. barely remembers any of it now. her and natalie went together, actually, which is enough to make her chest hurt. charlie's gaze drops back to her pancakes for a second. still, that's not what ellie's asking about. she likes ellie. she doesn't want shit to turn sad just because a memory is swimming up from the back of her head.

so charlie nudges a half-melted pat of butter around on the top of one of her pancakes until the feeling recedes a little.

"it's just a thing. if we can find a pack of cards i can prove it pretty easily. or i guess one of those random generators online."

[rekant-2]

@ellieharp: actually, i have been crazy, but i’m not anymore.

"you've got the capacity, though." and she doesn't say that to make her feel bad about how far she can fall, but to remind her that she's standing on a mountain, while alison's on a small hill, looking over at her, wondering how the fuck she's going to climb it.

she's got more years under her belt than alison. but, honestly, she thought she'd have to try harder to keep that jealousy from festering. maybe, if this weren't ellie, there'd be resentment. but.

"— it's fucking weird, right?"

[lingeringscars]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LAURA!!! i hope it & your weekend are amazing and that you're able to actually get some rest

thank you!!! i have had a very busy day on top of a pretty busy week, but I finished all of my schoolwork and am EXHAUSTED. so for the weekend I def plan on just existing.

[rekant-2]

@ellieharp

he shouts over the music.

"this is very good! what are you writing!"

[aspirinqs]

@ellieharp​​ said: you can trust yourself, you know.

    “elizabeth.” diane seeks to assure ellie with her steadiest gaze, and when that feels lacking she takes her hands. “i love you dearly, for – forever and a day! and your compassion is not unheeded. but i do trust myself.” she thinks; and now fears her composure may, could, possibly suggest something otherwise. she will consult the mirror shortly, surreptitiously. “i am not somebody you need to be worried about.”