#empatien

[potentempath]

everyone go look at the theme opossum put together and cry with me :’)

[readsbones]

@empatien​ gets a starter!

it is rare that maxwell goes into town. those who know him know that he sticks mostly to his farm house, where he grows much of his own food and keeps to himself. however, he has to come into town for certain necessities. that is where he sees HER. 

who can say what drew her to him? perhaps it was nothing at all. no matter. nothing stops him from standing from the next aisle over, watching her through the shelves of cleaning supplies. maxwell hums a little, looks down at the bleach he’s just picked up, and when he looks up again . . . she’s gone. no. she’s much closer. oh dear. 

[readsbones]

@empatien​ gets a starter!

“so anyways, the fractures here indicate the weapon was something blunt and light enough to get a good swing. something heavy would have shattered more. I’d say you’re looking for something metal: like a crowbar, or a metal baseball bat.” 

hands on her hips, josephine looks the remains over once more before she turns her attention to the man now walking in. she flashes a smile at the man who, until fairly recently, was a professor to her. “hi, dr. graham. there’s coffee over here if you’re interested.” 

[roseguidedarc]

        𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 , 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒  going on because everyone seems so afraid to tell her.   why would they wanna tell an eight year old girl that  her daddy is a murderer ?   (  allegedly  ).    she wants to know && in fact, she even asks !  jack crawford simply. looks her in the eye && says in a reassuring tone:   "  i’ll explain everything soon, stevie”  but that day, over three weeks now, hasn’t come.   it’s finally time for her to visit will⸺a day she’s bugged about, complained about, hoped for in her dreams before she goes to bed.   she wants to see her father, she misses her dogs. . . why are grown ups so   𝙳𝙸𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙲𝚄𝙻𝚃 ?      ;      this place she’s brought too is intimidating, it feels cold, && in her uncomfort  stevie has taken to holding jack’s hand.  she’s tucked as close to his side as she can as body is lead through hallways && down stairs.  multicolored eyes search for familiar visage, curly hair so much like her own⸺    ❝  daddy !  ❞    word, so full of   𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷,   is elongated as girl calls out in a voice that echos off walls. in an instant jack’s hand is let go of with body breaking out in full sprint toward the other.  jack insists she wait, but stevie hears no such thing !   / @empatien​   gets a starter from stevie graham ! ♡

[readsbones]

❛ i just thought you’d like some company. ❜  wrong blog but this is from abby for riley

damaged sentence meme: accepting. 

@shrikelure said:  ❛ i just thought you’d like some company. ❜  wrong blog but this is from abby for riley

tears are still fresh on her face. riley’s hands are shaking as she holds a cigarette up to her lips. even the exhale comes out trembling. she sniffs and chooses not to look at abigail (like an animal hidden to lick its wounds, she does not want to be seen like this. least of all by this beautiful girl) and instead keeps her eyes straight ahead. 

but abigail finds her way beside her anyways, and riley pulls her knees up closer to her chest. she flicks the ashes and then, finally, she silently holds the cigarette out to her companion in offering. she still does not look. 

“you miss home?” 

[readsbones]

❛ you know my door is always open to you. ❜ from jack, for riley (:

damaged sentence meme: accepting. 

@empatien said:  ❛ you know my door is always open to you. ❜ from jack, for riley (:

it would seem he was right. riley sits on the bed of her uncle and aunt’s guest bedroom and ponders her arrival. uncle jack looks mostly the same. however, even riley can see that work has been hard on him. she’d been vaguely following the minnesota shrike killings. mostly she had been reading papers and watching news reports while she wandered the shady places she so often frequented. now she was close enough to hear it firsthand. 

but he doesn’t seem to want to talk about that. 

“I know. thanks, uncle jack.” her smile is worn out, and though it’s genuine, she does not appear to be in a smiling mood. she clasps her hands together on her lap. she feels like she should say more. sorry mom dumped me on you, springs to mind, but it seems less appropriate. thanks for trying, also comes to mind, but that feels like a death sentence to her. so after deliberating, she decides to remain quiet. her eyes stay cast on the floor. her lips are still stretched into a thin smile. 

[potentempath]

i’m very persuasive

[rippcr]

@empatien​ liked for a starter.

     "Jack..."      The sigh dropped from his throat like caked mud shaken from a heavy boot. Before Agent Crawford even had the chance to properly greet him, Will felt the burden of anti-heroism upon his shoulders. As was normally the case this early in the morning, he was clad only in a t-shirt and underwear. Winston pranced out the front door to sniff at Jack's legs.      "Too soon. I can't work again. Need a break." He was operating on three hours of sleep. Which was better than usual. Three consecutive hours. He detested the idea of having to look at grisly photographs or listen to the next act of atrocity.