#honeythrone

[lingeringscars]

@honeythrone said “you gotta trust.” / pairing: lydia & scott

she knows that scott is trying to help. an old version of her bubbles under the surface; the version that would have had some retort about being independent because if she said it enough maybe she’d believe that she didn’t feel like she needed the approval of other people. there’s an old part of her that heals knowing that she does have people now that she can rely on her; people that share her grief and understand her better than maybe anyone has. scott helped her on this journey more than anyone, and for that she swallows any rude comment she once might have said. she still feels like she needs to do things on her own, afraid of what people will think if they realize that her family lost their money. it seems a stupid thing to worry about when you’re aware of the supernatural, but lydia has always been aware that money, or lack thereof, came at a cost. 

she rubs at sleep-deprived eyes. she might not be waking in the middle of the night anymore, but she still felt helpless to her powers. she can come up with her own theories of mathematics, but even those feel rooted in reality. being a banshee felt like a cruel twist of fate, forcing her to live in the ambiguous instead of scientific fact. everyone around her had abilities that they understood, were visible to them; she was left trying to decipher what was reality and what was a vision of sorts. with a sigh, she looks up at scott. “i’ve never been good at that.” the admission is vulnerable, one she wouldn’t have been able to say the previous year. scott likely knew this about her already. she hid who she truly was because she didn’t trust the people around her to love and support her, believed that popularity came at a price that she had to fake. she wants to say again that no amount of trusting can help her figure out her powers, but reels it in for “i don’t know what i’m doing, and there’s no one i can trust to guide me through it.” scott had derek, in his own way. malia had scott. liam would. lydia had no one. “i couldn’t even save allison.” 

meme:  (   *   &.   –   TO  ALL  THE  BOYS  I’VE  LOVED  BEFORE  SENTENCE  STARTERS . / status: accepting

[bgreene]

          SORROW SETS LIKE SUBTLE CHILL               what   should   be   a   CELEBRATION   and   heartwarming   moment   of   SOLACE   leaves   you   RIGID   instead.   all   that   PREPARATION,   all   that   will   to   SUCCEED         TARNISHED.   you   should   be   ELATED   to   see   your   sister.   you   should   be   GRATEFUL   to   daryl   for   not   stopping   his   search.   you   should   be   BLESSED   to   know   rick, carl, michonne   and   the   rest   are   back   together.     but i’m not. it ain’t fair.     the   DEBT OWERS   of   GRADY MEMORIAL HOSPITAL   deserved   better.   they   deserved   the   FAMILY   and   FREEDOM   you   had.  

         ❛     all   those   people   . . .   we   shouldn’t   a’left   ‘em   there.     ❜

@honeythrone​   liked   for   a   starter   .

[starsspin-a]

           “Do you ever wish you can go back to Hartland?” Her head tilts as she voices her question. The Midlands had always been her home, but the same could not be said for Richard. She could not imagine being so far from the home she had always know. “I’m sure you miss it.”

@honeythrone​ ;; kahlan for richard ;; starter call

[thdarklng]

            faces  are  never  forgotten,  like  his  life  memory  is  eternal,  nearly  immortal,  he  carries  beneath  his  flesh  their  history  (  he  has  written  most  of  its  pages  )  &&  every  face  he  meets  is  engraved.  nina  is  another  smart  girl  that  swore  fealty  to  the  darkling,  the  general  that  promised  safe  land  —  a  good  lie  is  riddled  with  truths.  impassive  features  lined  by  darkness,  there  is  still  a  light  that  draw  them  to  him  /  call  it  fear  or  hope,  he  will  take  both.  she  is  no  different,  pearly  skin  and  stubborn  gaze,  there  is  still  bone  deep  RESPECT  for  him    ❛  you  have  returned  with  interesting  informations  i  was  told,  ❜    weakness  in  men  reside  in  their  desires,  most  of  it  lead  to  women  &&  nina  is  not  above  using  it  against  them,  there  is  appreciation  for  her  dedication.

@honeythrone  /  that  starter  call  :)

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@honeythrone​    /    rick    :    starter call

she  can  feel  it  in  the  air,  the  way  ricks  changed  since  the  prison.  she  can't  help  but  wonder  if  he  can  feel  the  same  with  her,  if  he  can  feel  the  difference.  he  can  see  it,  obviously,  in  the  cast  on  her  wrist  and  the  bandage  from  a  bullet  that  just  scraped  the  surface  of  her  head,  but  anyone  could  see  that.  the  scars  on  her  face  weren't  subtle,  porcelain  features  forever  changed.    ❝     y’ risked  a  lot  to  get  me  back.    ❞    spoken  almost  as  if  she  doesn't  believe  it,  as  if  she  thinks  it  was  too  big  a  risk.  it  was  a  risk,  but  she's  glad  they  took  it.    ❝     i...  i  wasn't  sure  I'd  be  someone  y’  all  cared  about  enough  to  risk  it  all.    ❞    spoken  with  a  gentle  laugh,  though  the  sweetness  in  her  tone  doesn't  hide  the  weight  of  the  words.    ❝     thank  you.    ❞

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@honeythrone​    /    maggie    :    starter call

it  feels  like  a  dream,  seeing  maggie  again  after  all  this  time.  ever  since  daryl  said  she'd  never  see  her  again  beth  has  fixated  on  the  thought,  lost  in  the  idea  that  she  had  no  real  family  left.  but  here  maggie  is,  alive  and  well.  it  keeps  that  flicker  of  hope  in  beth  alive,  makes  everything  she  survived  worth  it.  her  hand  hasn't  left  maggies  since  they  left  grady,  and  she  really  doesn't  know  if  thats  maggie's  doing  or  her  own.  all  she  knows  is  that  she  prefers  it  like  this.    ❝     i  missed  you.    ❞    she's  said  it  a  hundred  times  already,  but  she  needs  to  keep  saying  it.  needs  to  tell  her  all  the  things  she  never  would've  been  able  to  otherwise.    ❝     thought  I'd  never  see  you  again.    ❞

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@honeythrone​    /    daryl    :    starter call

it's  been  a  few  hours  since  they  walked  out  of  grady,  a  few  hours  of  emotional  reunions  followed  by  a  strange  feeling  of  things  being  okay.  maybe  that  was  just  being  with  maggie  again,  being  with  the  last  bit  of  family  she  has.  but  that  feeling  extends  beyond  just  maggie,  extends  to  the  entire  group.  all  the  way  to  the  new  people,  the  ones  she'd  never  seen  before  but  could  see  the  joy  they  felt  at  her  reunion  with  her  sister.  if  the  group  trusted  them,  if  maggie  did,  then  so  did  she.

the  darkness  feels  different  now,  more  intense.  she'd  gotten  used  to  the  bright  white  of  fluorescent  lights,  peeking  through  the  cracks  in  doors,  illuminating  rooms  no  matter  how  much  she  tried  to  find  darkness.  she'd  gotten  used  to  that  hospital  bed  too,  and  while  it  was  never  as  luxurious  as  her  old  bed  it  had  been  a  huge  step  up  from  the  ground.  she  knows  he's  on  watch,  figures  some  kind  of  conversation  needs  to  take  place.  not  that  she  knows  what  to  say.  just  walks  over  and  sits  next  to  him,  ignores  the  voice  in  her  head  that  tells  her  to  just  go  to  sleep.  she  couldn't,  not  after  the  day  she'd  had.  fingers  fiddle  with  the  cast  still  on  her  hand,  gaze  avoiding  his.  never  has  it  been  more  obvious  that  she  doesn't  know  what  to  say.    ❝     noah's  nice.    ❞    grasping  at  straws,  bringing  up  grady  without  bringing  up  grady.    ❝    he  helped  me  out.    ❞

[thatprettylittlething]

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑, furthering the guilt that’s already settled in her throat. It clamps briefly around her vocal chords, adding to the discomfort at her neck ( thanks to the ugly bruises already forming below her jaw ). ❝  You think I chose to be on my own out here?  ❞ She lets out a breath, prickling pain adding something unintentionally harsh to her voice. ❝  That psychopath called me, 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎.  [ . . . ] Where exactly were you all this time? ❞

@honeythrone whispered     ⟶     you weren’t supposed to leave me. ( noah. )