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[tmedraven]

               “ Sit  down  and  drink.   Tell  me  all  your  problems. ”   he  playfully  pats  the   spot  on  the  chair  next  to  him,  a  smirk  lifting  at  the  edges.           /    @lenorelost​

[dorothydarling]

🌈🧸💕 ⋮ ➜ dorothy looks up from her feet only when she hears a familiar voice speak to her, her big brown eyes swimming with fresh tears that roll down the apples of her cheeks while her lip trembles && her brow furrows.  the huffepuff quickly reaches out to [ the ravenclaw ] as she sobs out a desperate plea.  ❛❛ oh shelly! please, you simply have to h-help me, i can’t...i can’t g-get them clean! ❜❜ she gestures to her SPARKLING red shoes; covered in a strange green-sludge.

not only are [ the ruby slippers ] her absolute favorite pair of shoes she has! but they are also passed down to her from glinda the good herself; a famous witch that dorothy is proudly descended from. a prized possession && priceless family heirloom potentially RUINED forever? why, her heart simply cannot take it!

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[draeven-moved]

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⸻ kiss to her knuckles is feather - light as is the hold he has on them . to gaze upon her -- blooded , bruised , broken in this hospital bed -- conjures an agony worse than the five bullets that had pierced his chest . eric's voice is hoarse , though not lacking in the hope he's always had for the two of them : ❝ we’re gonna be okay . ❞

[distantsuns-archive]

@lenorelost​

               ❝ Hey--- before I forget, Nick was very insistent that I give you this card that he made for you. He was so upset when I told him he couldn’t come with me this time, but now that school’s started, I think he needs to have some kind of stability. But--- uh, maybe we could give him a call later. He’d really like that, I think. Kept talkin’ all about how he wants to come back and visit. ❞

[screenviolense-a]

@lenorelost​ sent: [ BOOKSHOP ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  in  a  bookshop  ( for frederick frankenstein! ) 

            this book tour was slowly but surely starting to get to him, traveling all over to promote his new release about his time visiting his grandfather’s old laboratory. his hand was sore from the signing and the constant traveling left him feeling more pent up than usual. he needed the coffee and fast.

           ‘ excuse me, i just need to get by you. ‘ he weaved through the shelves towards the coffee cart set out for the event, hand tightened around his tweed jacket.

[darklydescended]

@lenorelost​ /

" 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 . 𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 ."

[hereticalmother]

@lenorelost

Val has always been the most comfortable lurking in dark shadows. Even when her intentions are innocent, she likes to watch, likes to observe the people on the streets so late at night. They're so rarely up to anything good, but so often up to something exciting. She doesn't often intervene, but she knows when she sees the woman being followed that tonight is going to be different.

She can't quite tell at first whether the woman has noticed the man following her at a distance, but she's almost certain that the woman isn't prepared to defend herself. He's gaining on her, closer as Shelly approaches a dead end in her rush to throw him off her trail. Both players in their game of cat and mouse are oblivious to everything else around them, but the man more so. He thinks that he's safe, that he's the predator in their situation. He doesn't know what a predator is yet.

She's silent until she's not; unseen until she's throwing her full body weight at the would be assailant, knocking him to the concrete. He's a scrawny little fucker; didn't stand a chance. He probably has a weapon, but his hands are pinned above his head before he can reach for it. Val has a weapon, but she doesn't reach for hers either. Anyone can wave a knife around, but when her teeth sink into his shoulder and tear away a sizable chunk of flesh, he knows she's dead serious. She whispers something in his ear, too close for Shelly to catch it, but the man stops his struggling. 

She wipes his blood off her face, wipes her hands on his no longer clean white t-shirt, and climbs off of the man's lap. He runs as soon as he sees the chance, leaves the blonde sitting on the ground laughing. Not such a big man anymore. They're all the same, always unprepared for a fight. They think they're untouchable. Val's fought for the power she has and it makes all the difference.

She pulls herself to her feet, turns her attention to the woman. Blood stained and wild, she knows she looks like more of a threat than the man ever did, especially when Shelly is still cornered. But, she isn't going to hurt her. 

"He's not gonna bother you anymore, sweetheart."

[bloodykneestm]

shelly’s spirit rises from her body in the hospital bed to a soft sob. a petite ginger woman stands before her, wiping her tears away with a positively dainty white handkerchief. her lower lip trembles as the other woman comes to stand before her. the two of them exist on another plane now, it’s layered over the one the human girl had just came from but invisible to prying eyes. death herself moves toward the young girl and gently touches her upper arm with a white-gloved hand. “i’m so sorry for what happened to you, dear.” she says. “it’s a terrible tragedy.” tears well in the woman’s void-like eyes, but she blinks them away. “you will be remembered so fondly for everything you did. and everything you tried to do.”  she opens her arms for the other, inviting her for a hug, her lips set in a harsh line to keep her expression steady.

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