#honeyear

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‘ when you close your eyes , do you picture me ? ’

BILLIE  EILISH  STARTERS. / accepting!

there was a time, years ago, when the answer to that question would have been the same as it is now. but there is so much time in between both of those answers, so much happened in between those two instances in time  -  then and now  -  with one moment having this question asked out loud by her while back then this was only a thought he carried in his mind. locked away and down, in a lonely corner where he learned to place all his unused hopes and wishes. the frankenstein never found any use for that corner of his mind, not since he was a young teenager, but finding a second shot at only one of the reminders he put into that revives some of the warmth that used to fill him before the cold taste of aspirations and duty took him over. that his most cynical being gets deconstructed by someone who is just as cynical as his, though lacking any cold he could posses, is also something that makes him wonder. and sometimes it makes him laugh, as well. how he got this far even, how he managed to subconsciously stray towards the one hopeful moment in his twenties that left a lasting imprint just for the woman in the centre of that moment to change his whole life forever? again?

frederick is by far not a sentimental man. sentiment, after all, is for fools alone and the world cut him too deep too early to ever let him live out the years in which he could have allowed himself to be one. but there is a steady drumming inside his chest, his heartbeat a vital reminder for the present and for the easy way that dina can unhinge all the cold inside of him. she melts the frost with all her fire, all the warmth she possesses like an ever-lasting sunbeam. now, he has always found himself bound to the moon, aligning with it’s cold light and the darkness it surrounds, and it is only through dina’s presence in his life that, for the first time, he might prefer to turn towards anything that reminds him of the warm daylight   ⸺   her.

“who else would there be?” he replies, feeling a safe and secure burn manifesting in his veins and having him reach out to put his arms around her waist, to lean forward and kiss her shortly. “i think it is pretty clear that at this point there’s not even a chance for my work to creep into my dreams when you are around, dina.”

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✥ and ✉️ bc i am uhhhhhhhh Soft

symbol meme / accepting!

✥ for a song that reminds me of our muses:

i mean you know completely which one i’d put here, so am i too predictable to do it? but hadley’s version of ‘toto’ by africa:

hurry boy, she’s waiting there for you /it’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from youthere’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do

but also ‘electricity’ by arctic monkeys:

and my heart was breaking and got left unlockeddidn’t see you sneak in but I’m glad you stoppedtell me something I don’t already knowlike how you get your kisses to fill me with electricity

✉️: one thing muse does with yours that they don’t do with anyone else.

traveling. frederick usually travels alone, spent his whole life like this. but with dina there’s something to having her along with him that makes it much better and makes him want to take her with him. they can fight like cat and dog if they want to, but she also has that ageless wonder and amazement to new and foreign places that he never had and that gives it a whole new reason to find something to love in it. it is through her that he has a new lens on his surroundings and the world in general and it is through her that he wants to experience the world.

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@honeyear!

there is nothing to say about the coincidence of it, yet there is so much burning beneath his tongue, at the root of his mouth. it is not like he planned to go to this little town in the desert, this vast nothingness in the middle of even more of it; it is sheer luck that his travels have gotten him here. the name of the town didn’t even ring a bell as swiftly as it should have, just another name on a transport ticket that he accepted as a road stop. only when his suitcase landed at his feet, the tiny café right in front of him, something like realization started to surface to the forefront of the doctor’s mind. usually so attentive, and so full of wonder and longing for that moment in his past, he never even thought in a million years to get caught by it again.

the woman lingering at the worn-out door looks so much like the young woman he has met years ago and yet nothing like it. he can’t even understand how he draws the comparison so suddenly when she can’t be the same person. yet there is something about her, something as wondrous and ethereal as that encounter he had when he was younger. but he clears his throat, trying to chase the itch in his body away. “i’ve heard this is the only place to stay in this town, or am i wrong? i’m here for a few days for some research.”

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•  DINA  •

     ❝    DO  YOU  KNOW  THE    names  of  the  …  constellations  ?   ❞     dina  waves  her  hand  slightly  as  she  attempts  to  remember  the  proper  word.    stars  were  actually  quite   easy  to  see  in  bet  hatikvah.   with  the  desert  sky  as  wide  and  as  vast  as  it  was,   the  twinkling  up  in  the  skies  was   one  thing  the  citizens  of  the  small  town  had  not  been   ROBBED    of.    in  fact,  if  they  stepped  outside  their  apartments,  they  tended  to  get  a   front  row  seat.    dina  was   not   one  to  step  out  of  her  apartment.    when  she  went  out  at  night,  it  was   brief,   as  she  was  usually  with  sammy.   most  of  her  evenings  would  be  spent  focused  either  on  him,  or  on  whatever  program  she  could  find  on  her  dinky  television.   both  of  these  things  tended  to  put  her  to  sleep  after   DOING   them.

   ❝    I  NEVER  LEARNED  THEIR   names.   i  do  not  know  where  they  are   ❞    she  crosses  her  arms  around  her  waist,  glancing  from  the   pinpoint   riddled  sky  to  him.    ❝   to  me,  it  is  no   pattern,   huh  ?   just  a  bunch  of  dots.   ❞

"Some of them.” He admits with a gentle laugh. “I used to know more than I do now. I was really into mythology when I was younger, and because the names of them are so tied up with that - with gods and monsters and heroes - it helped with learning them.”

He gazes upwards, as though following the trajectory of the wave of her hand. He’s underplaying this, just a little; stars have fascinated him for years, both the science behind them, and the stories they inspire. Childhood nights spent searching for the second star to the right and wondering what would happen if he could follow where it led have turned into an ever-present appreciation for something he knows he’ll never truly understand.

“You can’t really see them at home - not like this. This is... Amazing.” His faint smile broadens, then. “I can still remember the names of the obvious ones. The ones you can see if you drive far enough out of the city.”