#headabcvewater

[thinkitsforever]

It is your birthday???? HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY FRIEND!!!!

@headabcvewater // @deliverslife

February 23rd, yep! Thank you so much! Not only for the birthday wishes but also for being patient and putting up with me being so sluggishly slow when it comes to my replies. I appreciate you more than you know, and I promise not to keep you waiting forever. Anyway, hope you have a great week. :)

[rubiesintherough]

Send me    ’ memento mori ‘     and I’ll write a drabble of how my muse would mourn yours…

(Sasha & Aedus for pain reasons; evil laughter)

@headabcvewater

It was as though the sun forgot to rise the morning she didn't. And every, blurring morning since. Drizzling rain turned the cemetery's ground to mud, and tires kicked it up into a spray as they spun, fighting for purchase even as they rolled to a slow stop. Aedus didn't want to open the door. If he opened it, then he would need to step out, and he would need to look... the casket already shone in his periphery, gleaming in the reflection of rain running off it. If he looked, it was real.

But, the door clicked. Looking down, he realized his own hand had opened it, numb, automatic. The sound of other cars squelching to a stop behind him, the resounding clicks of other mourners pushing their doors open, it forced him to do the same. His shoes sank into the ground. At least it gave him an excuse to move slowly, the mud. Each step forward felt a slog.

His hand finally reached for the casket. So cold, as she'd been. He had to swallow before he spoke... he knew he needed to say a few words, no matter how difficult, no matter how badly he wanted only to scream, and crumple, and implode.

" Sasha... " Was... was... the word felt like bile on his tongue; Aedus couldn't bring himself to say it, " An incredible mother. An incredible light, extinguished far too soon. I don't... I don't know precisely what the world will be like without her, but I know it will be duller, dimmer. The colors will pale. The air will be empty without her laugh. I believe I will always search for her smile in the sunshine... when it shines, again. There is nothing... " Nothing that would ease this pain. He could speak no longer. Emotion exploded with the shaking of his shoulders, and he shoved himself away... let someone else pay their respects in a droning voice he couldn't hear, couldn't understand, not now. Just noise. Just noise in the rain, the damnable rain pelting wood he didn't want to see.

[mantcdea]

@headabcvewater sent: "You are a beautiful person." from Mallory

I can't find the meme 😅

"Do you really think so?" Mantis asked with a gasp. She was only trying to help the young pregnant woman cross the road, though she seemed more than capable — but this was a busy area with heavy traffic. "Thank you, you are so sweet! What's your name?"

[mantcdea]

@headabcvewater sent: “An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all.” Mallory for Mandy (headabcvewater)

Oscar Wilde starters | accepting

The comment gave Mandy pause, eyes lowering to her margarita as a hum left her lips. She saw what Mallory meant, truly, for what was life without a little excitement? A little adventure was good for the soul.

"Should I do it, then? Should I dive with sharks?" Mandy asked. She shuddered, fear and excitement climbing up her spine in equal measure. She'd always found them strangely endearing, despite their deadliness.

[mantcdea]

@headabcvewater sent: "How would you feel about being Aunt Mandy when these girls are born?" (Yeets Mallory!!!)

For a moment, Mandy was speechless, then a slow smile pulled at her lips, wondrous and hopeful. The restaurant she had taken Mallory to (an attempt to mitigate the woman's cravings) seemed to disappear, leaving Mandy alone with her good friend.

"Wait, for real?" A hand reached across the tabletop to take Mallory's. "I would be so very honored! Thank you, friend. Tell me, have you come up with any names yet?"

[rubiesintherough]

For winged muses  …  Send   ‘ crash landing ‘    for a starter of my muse falling out of the sky in front of yours due to injury, exhaustion, ect. For Mahia from anyone you desire

@headabcvewater

Droplets falling into the alleys below. Fabric above her gut soaked through, dyed a deep red, now... the wound so searing hot just a cruel contrast to the frigid cold of wind across the sickly, sticky wet. The dim light of streetlamps caught her plummeting shape. Blood splattered the ground an instant before she touched it.

No hands to catch herself. Both pressed so hard to her side, trying to hold back the deluge of crimson. Muddied feet scrambled for balance on filthy concrete, quickly teetering steps forward as unrelenting momentum forced her forward... until shoulder slammed into brick. The jolt ripped a cry from her lips. But, there was no time for pain. One hand, drenched, flew to her pockets, frantically digging for something, anything she could use as a bandage. Anything to slow the bleeding. A sob wracked through her. And arm shot up, teeth sinking into flesh to stifle the sound... she needed to be quiet. She couldn't draw anymore attention.

But, too late... too late for that. Not alone. The faintest sound and her head jerked upwards, arm still working to keep her quiet, her eyes wide and swimming. Every detail of the stranger observed between one breath and another, his face, his arm, his demeanor. Decisions made in the space of one, frantic heartbeat. Hand dropped back to her wound, pressing hard. " Please --- ! "