#griefate

[neckbracing-blog]

❝ IF YOU ASK ME ,    we’re better off  on our own .  the police force has done nothing so far to stop the killings on campus .  ❞   she’s smiling ,  rather pleased with this fact .  she tries to dial back her glee .  ❝  so , officer ,  what makes you different ?   ❞   //  @griefate .

[codedheart]

@griefate // ❤

             “being able to trick others into thinking you have it all together...                                                       that's a key part of getting people to respect and admire you."

[abjecterrora]

⚠ oh... u kno 👀

       THERE’S A WHIMPER, soft and child-like, as tegan feels their body shift from the couch, stirring them from the brief respite that passes as sleep.  the first thought is, ‘oh, it must be one of the ghosts that pass through here--this happens all the time.’  the second thought is, ‘no, it can’t be--the body is too warm, too familiar.’  faint, familiar panic curls into their stomach, claws into their throat.

       eyes snap open, adjust to the dark quickly.  “--put me down.”  it sounds weaker than tegan had intended it to be, more scratchy.  “i said put me down.”  fingers reach up, take a section of blonde hair into their hand, then tighten slowly.  if he does anything, they won’t hesitate to yank his scalp away from his head.  they’ve done it before and they won’t hesitate to do it again.  he’s spilled enough of their blood, so it’s only fair they do the same.  “just--be nice to me for once.  can you just hear me out.”

       (not that pleading’s ever done any good before.)

→ send ⚠ to pick up/carry my muse., accepting.

[abjecterrora]

' what makes you so high and mighty? ' / also alexi xoxo

       “MAYBE IT’S THE fact i’ve always been better than you.”

       well, not always.  there’s certainly dark spots here and there.  draw your finger across the timeline and you’ll not come back with it.  the void’s deep and hungry.  still, tegan’s always been the good counterpart, the yin to his yang, the final girl to his stalking figure.  too bad the final girl didn’t survive the sequel, didn’t keep the franchise going.  one could consider the possibility of what could have happened if they hadn’t-- well, you know.

       (eh, you lose some, you win some.  it’s whatever, really.)

       “y’know, that’s-- yeah, that’s pretty much it.  i know i’m better than you.  at least i don’t attack innocent people when their guard is down.  you can’t say that, can you.”

→ taxi driver., accepting.

[abjecterrora]

' forget about this. it's nothing. ' / from alexi :^)

       NOTHING-- IT CAN’T be nothing.  their shoulders shrink back, one step taken back.  talking to him is like jumping right into cold water.  they know it’s going to be shocking, but each splash still makes them catch their breath.  teeth clench together for a moment-- any longer and they’ll break their teeth.  maybe a mouthful of blood and teeth shards would be more pleasant than being in their brother’s company.

       “-- it’s stupid for you to assume that i’d forget.”  no, no teeth breaking, no mouthful of blood.  just an excess of saliva and a lump in their throat they need to swallow past.  “you’re a lot more stupid than my memory assumed you were.”  ah, hold your tongue, girl.  someone might rip it out at some point.

→ taxi driver., accepting.

[abjecterrora]

griefate replied to your post “anyway, i need to sleep but uh friendly reminder tegan will absolutely...”

alexi: :^)

[hallesinned-blog]

@griefate / riley

              " Fake names, fake passports, we're locked and loaded. " he wasn't a fan of undercover missions, the whole acting thing was never his forte' he had way too many tells, and he wasn't a bigger fan of working with others especially a woman he's rarely interacted with. But apparently they were the best for the job.

              " You know what the job is? They brief you on everything? "

[dollcarer-blog]

@griefate.     .     call.

           the lingering notion of being alone was getting to her.      she had to drop malcolm off at the hospital ; he would have passed away from blood loss had she taken him on the full drive to the station. there wasn’t a lot of time to explain & there wasn’t a lot of time to lose before she was buckling herself back in and heading off. she’d come back for him as soon as she filed her report & pleaded her story, she promised and turned on her heel towards the vehicle. how long has she been driving ? how far away were they ? could they go further ?

     the nimble fingers that gripped the steering wheel with such intensity they turned white for the last five minutes ( without release ) were starting to loosen. the car turning onto the gravel of it’s desired location and her door swung open before the engine even stopped rumbling. click. off. pull yourself out and take in the fresh air. you’re alive. cole isn’t. you saw him die. he was alive in there. in the walls. a person. not a child. a man. throat slit. glass mirror. mask. mask. mask.

     if greta arrived an hour ago, she would have stormed in raving. but she had time to compose what little calmness she harbored to approach the front desk with only a slight haste to her step.

                   “ i-- god, how do you report a murder ? “

                                                                         subtle.