#illuminay

[lilsupe-arc]

"I'm a nice person but I'm about to start throwing rocks at people."

annie's countenance expresses the same level of detail as her words. the way her usual bright eyes are darkened by something dangerous nearly scares you— it's not like the starlight you're accustomed to seeing plastered across every single tweet for the last few years. doe-eyed, beaming grin, hopeful. that's only one version of her, you've come to learn from your brief time together. starlight was doe-eyed, hopeful, with a beaming grin. annie is angry, sharp, and dangerous. but, then again, who are you to talk? you're the girl who shrinks down to nothing when things get tough— or big, if you've had the proper amount of white claws. hands rise in mock surrender, eyes widening. "okay— whoa, whoa... chill..." as fast as your hands rose, they're brought back down to your lap, facial expression evening itself back out. "i get the whole nice but deadly vibe, but, seriously? rocks? at least use your powers."

it's an attempt to lighten the mood— a shitty one, but an attempt nonetheless. and while you want to support her, to be the fan who's got her back no matter what, the idea of annie actually going full rock-throwing vigilante inside your head freaks you out. "if we're getting to rock-throwing stage, maybe we need to take a breath. chillax for a sec. like, i'll breathe, you'll breathe, and we'll all just breathe." precisely two seconds after the statement, there's a loud dramatic display of you inhaling/exhaling through your nostrils.

[failedcrown]

@illuminay said: sometimes i wonder if i'm just part of the problem.

“ WE ALL ARE. ” It's a curt response. Delivered with a huff even. Maybe Annie is looking for something softer, but they both know Maeve's style: direct, to the point, and cutting. She leans back in her chair, until it whimpers from the weight of her.

“ Every goddamn one of us who has played Vought's game? We have it coming ” she says, and means every solemn word. The, suddenly, she is quiet. She'd never admit it, but her thoughts turn to Annie, and how Annie fucked over the system better than Maeve did, even when she was younger and more rebellious. “ Except maybe you, ” she amends finally, clicking her tongue. “ If there's anyone whose can exclude themselves from the narrative, I think you're it, Starlight. ”

[redpooled]

@illuminay: sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet.

you jump back, the beer bottle in your hand shattering on impact with the floor. it’s fine, it was shit anyway. too bitter and gross and not nearly as important as the blonde pre-puking scarlet at your feet.

“ annie ? ” the immediate concern, hunching to help her up, hands already shaking — it’s rare for you. if — when everything’s okay, you can laugh about it after. for once you wish you possessed more mirth and could laugh about it now. “ what happened ? is everything alright ? please tell me you can talk. ” can she die ? you hope she can’t die.

[redpooled]

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . vroom vroom by charli xcx.

@illuminay: " what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" NOW MISS JANUARY — " he's pouting, even if you can't quite see it under the mask save for the teeny protrusion where his bottom lip juts out. " you know i got my license revoked for good for crashing into a krispy kreme while under the influence of cocaine. must you poke the wound ? it's hurtful. "

a cross of his arms and a jut of his hip; his foot taps, before he waves his hand, " ah, i'm fuckin' with you — i crashed my car off a cliff in bolivia. this one, though — " a slap to the hood of this shitty corolla like it's a fine piece of ass. " this one is borrowed ! " borrowed, stolen, shmorrowed. same difference. " but the body was run over, yeah. multiple times. suuuuuper messy. brain matter everywhere. " the motormouth pauses, " shit — you didn't need him alive, right ? sorry. can't take me anywhere. "

[deweaponize-arc]

—–      𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 @illuminay :

          𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, they scan the room with an intense purpose. the starlight house —– sanctuary, hope, outreach. it feels suffocatingly alien to you; it was too bright, too open. the antithesis of the shadows you are accustomed to. the soft glow from sun-to-windows contrasts with the cold and clinical environment of the woods. [although —– it feels more sterile.]

your jaw tightens, muscles flexing under smooth flesh. flashes of piercing syringes, endless drills, and wailing screams invade your mind. you had been a ghost —– a weapon without a voice or will. since your arrival, you have only spoken clipped sentences. a broken weapon with the broken pieces to match. as your gaze travels to the blonde, you search for a sign of deception —– YOU'RE USED TO BEING A PAWN. another piece in someone's game, to be used until nothing is left. but, instead, you only find earnest concern. you've lived in lies your entire life. bred in them. conditioned to believe them. HOW COULD SHE UNDERSTAND? how could anyone who hasn't been stripped of their humanity, piece by piece, understand? ❝ i do not know what is true. i never have. ❞ voice hovering barely above a whisper, it's the first full sentence put together by your lips. you find the blonde's presence both comforting and unnerving / warm like the sun, as cold as the moon.

          ❝ but i want to find out. ❞ SHOW ME WHAT IS TRUE.

[flippiincorduroy]

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