folklore: exile
I think I've seen this film before / and I didn't like the ending / you're not my homeland anymore / so what am I defending now?
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folklore: exile
I think I've seen this film before / and I didn't like the ending / you're not my homeland anymore / so what am I defending now?
not all profilers come home w/ @hlyrlrs
closed starter | @hlyrlrs2 for cat !
HAS BREATHING ALWAYS BEEN HARD? an invisible rock pressing down on her chest, crushing her beneath the weight of everything happening all at once. she’s grown so much since they last saw each other: perhaps maeve had fooled herself into thinking (hoping) she wasn’t recognisable - that the same large green eyes don’t still echo with the traces of a lost little girl whose new family so desperately wanted to learn to bond.
hopefully, if all goes to plan, her smile promises to reid that she’ll be fine. a lifelong dislike of lies makes her second guess how convincing the gesture comes across, questioning if just maybe he has the same thoughts she does. he’d be happy to risk his own life with this, but that’s not how the cards have fallen. as much as maeve would rather be the team member in the firing line, the thought that this time, the unsub is someone who knows her far better than anyone on the team does... is uncomfortable.
❝ hello cat. ❞ the brunette’s smile is forced, taking a seat opposite and picking up the menu to flick through it. ❝ long time no see. ❞
closed starter for @hlyrlrs; based on this post
THERE’S AN ART TO IT, the perfect pleading eyes - a mix of genuine vulnerability and the unspoken ‘I’d do the same for you’ that dances on her heart. she never asks for favours, never brings her personal life into her work life, never drags them into her problems. her decision to call her engagement off went without remark or self pity, the ring that weighed heavy on her finger simply disappearing overnight, her smile a little duller for a few days before returning to full vibrancy again. maeve deals with her problems herself, always.
just this once though, just this once she’s asking.
❝ just saying, I’m the best fake fiance. it’s going to be a room full of people who couldn’t stand me, I could do with someone in my corner. ❞ if he refuses, she won’t push, but the thought of backing out or turning up without the fiance they’re expecting fills her with ice. ❝ never know. could be fun. you can hear baby nerd maeve stories. ❞
@hlyrlrs : don’t tell me you still haven’t slept. protecc,
the lifeboat clatters in around midnight, clanking and roaring in the night as it touches down in the bunker and livvy stands silently next to denise as they start to climb out. garcia looks from her face to the clock on the wall as he picks her up and she just shrugs. " i wanted to be here when you came back. " it’s unspoken, but she can’t sleep until she knows he’s safe. denise has tried and failed to curb this behavior.
10 & 11
✨ @hlyrlrs. meme. still accepting!
10. does your muse like to cook? would they cook with another?
vi's always got something cooking in his kitchen and it's probably something that he learned from his mother like salim or curry or tom yum goong. coming from a thai-chinese household, that's pretty much all he cooks. it's all he has that keeps him comforted about being away from home. he does have an adopted uncle from south korea, he's learned a few things from him like how to make buldak. he loves buldak!!! vi's food is... incredibly hot lkfjdgdf i mean he's from a tropical country where spice is king. his food is gonna burn your entire mouth and insides unless he goes the chinese route. beijing flavors arent that hot. his weak point is baking! he can't bake... every cheesecake he's ever made has turned out to be a diaster.
he'll cook with someone else if they arent gonna whine lol. sometimes, he just wants to work on his own because he has his own routines. but if someone's willing to learn or teach him something new then sure!
11. what pet names would your muse give to others?
once again, something that's familiar to him. something in his own languages. baobei or yaa yii. but really he's not one to get too into pet names. i think the most forward he can be in verbal affection is addressing someone by their full name, first and last. to him, there’s nothing more intimate than speaking someone’s name.
ICONIC, SHOW STOPPING,MAJORLY BADASS !!! Your portrayals are something I will follow everywhere. You wrote each character with such depth and integrity while also putting so much nuance into them beyond canon. I love writing with you are you have always been a blessing to have on my dash with your stunning and in depth portrayals!! 💛💛💛
beep beep how’s my portrayal ? @hlyrlrs!
i adore you?? you’re genuinely so sweet and writing with you and even witnessing your writing?? that’s what’s showstopping here my friend!!!!
@hlyrlrs : you know what i thought the first time i met you? like a feral mongoose
livvy is about to make a joke; lightly quip something about her being unstoppable, but stops. she's so curious and jamie means so much to her. what if she'd thought something bad?
" hmm, no. what was it? " she asks softly
@hlyrlrs : you wanna know what i’m good at? i’m good at killing people. ( garcia :( ) like a feral mongoose
livvy twists her necklace's chain as she listens to garcia and emma fight from her spot just behind a cracked and broken pipe organ. as far as either of them know, she's still asleep in her cot in the old back room; they'd never speak like this with her listening.
garcia is slipping. even livvy can see that. it’s come into sharp focus since the minute she heard he killed anthony. and she's about done listening to them at this point, ready to crawl back to her cot so they don't realize she's heard every word, but as she stands, her foot catches on a piece of wood and it snaps loudly.
she holds her breath hoping that she hasn't given away her position, but knowing both of the adults in the room, they most definitely know she's there.