#enduredlure

[aniiimo-blog]

“With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.”

meme.accepting.

                                     there was a smile there, small and unobtrusive to the wrap of his lips over softly returned words, that settled upon charles' features at abigail's revelation. he enjoyed getting to know a person, and the precious moments when they decided to let tiny, -- SEEMINGLY UNIMPORTANT, -- pieces of themselves slip through. charles had never been a writer, not in the literary sense, but he had always been a reader.

          ❛ ---- to read, or to write it? ❜ 

[alighttwixttruthandintellec-blog]

[ I am almost completely sure that in exchange for Abigail's affection or a hug Alana would probably give/buy/do absolutely anything for her and I don't know if I find that pathetic or ridiculous. ]

[alighttwixttruthandintellec-blog]

Are you going to let Hannibal take Abigail from you again?

She tilts her head, and perhaps there is a very cold sheen to her eyes. Maybe they're glacial, impossibly frigid. Her jaw sets in a sharp click that resonates in her ears. She breathes in, deep, and her hands curl into fists.

"Abigail is not mine. She is no one's but her own. To make that clear. But as for what you're asking?" Her tone is frightfully set, an even line that is nothing but absolutely deadly. If there's anger there, no one can tell in the fatality of her calm, "no one is ever hurting Abigail again if I can stop it, and I will stop it until there isn't anything left in my body to stop it with."

[alighttwixttruthandintellec-blog]

"You didn't fail me...I just dug myself into a deeper hole. It's my fault, not yours."

Alana watches her, listens, and at the word 'fail' her bright blue eyes drop sharply to the floor. No. It's a hard word to hear. She shakes her head against it, insistent.

"It wasn't your responsibility to keep above ground," Alana begins, and her chest feels immeasurably tight, "it was my responsibility as your therapist, and as your responsible adult of sound mind. I was supposed to be sure you were kept safe, and no further harm befell you."

Her tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth, and Alana has to cross her arms over her chest as though she's cold all the way in her bones, "It did. So I failed you, because I couldn't do my job, and I didn't keep a promise I'd made to myself."

[tenaciiious-blog]

enduredlure said:

r u having feelings, friend?

[yes it's 3.30AM and i am all over the place]