#janessaives

[darlingflight]

@janessaives

——— ❛ NO, THAT'S NOT QUITE RIGHT. like this. ❜ darling girl made a point of slowly demonstrating the steps for tying the knot. the pair were working at repairing a fishing net. it would be easier work with more hands, but wendy had purposefully shooed the boys away. there'd been a great deal of commotion when the newcomer appeared. it had been a long time ( as best as they could tell time ) since anyone new had come to neverland. she had sent the boys away with the intention of giving the girl some space, but now that she had some quiet time with the stranger, she couldn't resist the pull of her own curiosity.

❛ slightly said he saw a ghost. it was just a little before you arrived. said he saw a boy with short hair appear out of nowhere, then vanish right in front of him! was that you? . . .obviously, you're not a boy. you see, the lost boys, they get things confused. they thought i was a great white bird when they first saw me, so don't be offended they thought you a boy. they're sweet, silly things. ❜ the darling girl couldn't help but chatter on excitedly. ❛ anyway. was that you? ❜

[b4didea]

i'm not judging. i just don't understand this place.

❛ well , i can't really say i blame you , kid. ❜ the word kid isn't used in a demeaning way , more of an endearing one. hands are on her hips as she lets out a breath , ❛ i was a little younger than you when i met the doctor . . . the whole space box . . . time travel stuff . . . i thought it was rubbish! ❜ a pause , a small smile growing from the slight giggle she allowed to escape. ❛ -but i was still so intrigued & i waited YEARS for him to come back to me . . . & then he did. ❜ she states , ❛ -even then i had doubts. mostly out of fear. but the doctor helped me understand it . . . understand HIM. ❜ another pause , ❛ i think he could help you understand too . . . if you let him. ❜

there's a hand offered towards @janessaives , ❛ now you may not share my fears. but there's a whole universe out there & imagining that as an adult myself is hard to fathom. being with the doctor is like that sometimes too. ❜ her smile falters a bit , ❛ but it's worth it. even when it feels like it isn't. ❜

[careol]

@janessaives said: ❛ so basically this means we can’t do anything ? ❜

               eyes   stare   out   into   the   growing   darkness,   the   silhouettes   of   dozens   upon   dozens   of   infected   passing   her   field   of   vision.      alexandria   is   overrun,   and   they   are   split   up   and   stuck   in   various   parts   of   the   community.      weapons   are   still   locked   up,   they   have   nothing.      at   least   not   enough   to   take   care   of   the   problem   outside.      not   unless   they   want   to   lose   over   half   of   their   people.      carol   for   one   does   not   want   that.      they’ve   already   lost   too   much   after   the   wolves   attacked.      speaking   of   the   wolves,   she   still   can’t   belief   morgan   has   one   here.      after   what   they   pulled,   he   thinks   they   can   change?      people   like   that   are   too   far   gone.      it   was   useless,   but   some   people   just   aren’t   willing   to   listen   to   reason.

               gaze   shifts   to   the   side   to   glance   at   the   girl   next   to   her.      she’s   still   fairly   new   here,   but   she   has   proven   to   be   a   formidable   force.      carol   doesn’t   know   whether   to   consider   it   impressive   or   sad.      ❝   unfortunately   no.      we’re   stuck.      we   go   out   there   we   end   up   walker   food.   ❞      it   frustrates   her   too,   just   sitting   here,   unable   to   help,   unable   to   save   her   family.      they   have   no   idea   the   state   of   the   others,   and   some   are   still   missing.      daryl,   sasha   and   abraham   hadn’t   returned,   and   carol   just   prays   that   they   are   okay.      glenn   was   missing,   presumed   dead   by   many.      carol   is   not   so   sure,   she’s   seen   him   get   out   of   many   tricky   situations.

               ❝   that   is   if   we   don’t   end   up   dead   in   here.      i   don’t   care   what   morgan   says…      there   is   no   reform   in   someone   like   that.      he   will   get   us   killed   if   we   don’t   kill   that   wolf   first.   ❞

[miercolaes]

i wish that you’d never leave.

❝ i'll die eventually, ❞ she couldn't escape her morbid psyche, always caged, cursed by its allure. she straightens her position in the bed, to better face janessa. she leans forward, eyes locked with the other's. ❝ we all do. it's the course of life. ❞ something innevitable, something even wednesday can't escape. and even if she had a choice, she'd still embrace death as an old friend. gaze drifts to the side, where the black dahlia flower mrs. thornhill gave her still lies inside her favorite book : frankenstein by mary shelley.

they say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. that's why wednesday held on to the flower her executioner gifted her. it was the only palpable memory of what happened that will never fade. wednesday suddenly jumps out of bed and walks towards her book collection, from where she picks the damned book with a swift motion. she returns to the bed, opening it and swiping through the pages, until the reminder is noticed.

❝ look, ❞ she utters, holding on both sides of the book, revealing the black dahlia. wednesday's not usually the sentimentalist type, but alas, when someone tries to murder her and fails, something's ought to be kept in the memory of what could've been. index finger points at the wilted flower, ❝ this is the flower laurel gates gave me the first night i came here. i keep it as a reminder that everything passes, moments, people, memories. this flower will cease to exist eventually, but it serves as a reminder that i am here. i can see it, touch it, feel it. but even when it decays to dust, something will remain embedded into the book. the smell, the traces the flower left behind before its ultimate demise. ❞ suddenly the book is shut close, wednesday's dark gaze back onto janessa's countenence.

❝ just because something or someone is gone, doesn't mean they don't leave traces, memories. ❞ she learned that the hard way through visceral visions and through seances only her and morticia know of. nothing is truly gone, not even the spirit. ❝ but until they seemingly vanish, they're here. ❞ in other words, they are both there, in the room, talking about the ephemeral state of everything. they're alive and sitting on a bed. why worry about the future when the present is calm? the morning after they shall resume to the chaos out there in jericho. for now, they're safe and talking and making memories. the only thing that cannot be destroyed, for it leaves traces in their timeline.

[005198]

what is honeybee’s favourite meal, and what is her least favourite meal? and does she like eating out at restaurants or taking food back to her trailer?

honeybee's favorite meals are the more 'average' ones. she never really has the chance to get fancy, high-class food (though she still enjoys it when she does), so a lot of the time, honeybee can only really make very average meals.

the simplest thing like peanut-butter and jelly is something she loves because it has so much charm and it's such a strange yet satisfying combination that only a human could come up with me. and it's such a simple idea and yet it's stuck around for years and years and years. big trendy foods come and go, but the home-made things, the recipes, even just buttered toast... those types of meals are her favorite.

honeybee doesn't necessarily prefer eating out or eating at home over the other. though, she tends to have more fun eating out at places with friends... when she's alone, she has a tendency to 'people-watch'... which most people don't always care for, even with her good intentions.