#likeorpheus

[peonette]

when abra’s sleeping with fran she’ll sometimes wake up in the middle of the night just to move their hand from wherever it is to her boob and then go right back to honk shooing

[0fbabylon-a]

@likeorpheus sent ❛ listen, i'm sorry ... for your loss. for your losses, rather. ❛

Madonna  cannot  look  at  Francis  without  the  backs  of  her  eyes  searing,   blistering  —  as  if  the  black  suns  of  her  gaze  were  sizzling  one  moment,   and  then  the  next?   Quiet.   A  break  in  the culminating rage that was blocking her chest,    the total emptiness that knocked against her womb like a swinging fist crashing into a door.   Is anyone home?   Is anyone home?   Is anyone home?    Madonna  blinks,  staring  at  Francis  staring  at  her   —   they  look  out-of-place  in  Kerry's  apartment.   Her  blistering  rage  is  lost  all  at  once.   She is left with the confusion   —   the aftermath of an apology she had not anticipated and did not know how to interpret.   She  watches  the  Highmore.   They  look  like  they've  been  drinking  again.   After some pause   —   a haughty drag from her cigarette,    features   turning   away   from  the   other.   She could not deny the burn of humiliation that coupled with Francis's eyes on her now.   But  she  could  say  that  it was the least of  her  concerns.   

❛  ...  Yes,   well.    ❛    Another  drag  from  her  cigarette.   She's staring out the window, that block in her chest heavy.    ❛   ... It makes sense,  doesn't  it?   Maybe  there  is  divine  justice  in  the  world,    after all.    ❛

[roznrot-a]

ULTRA RARE FRANABRA UNDER CUT

[handspike]

@likeorpheus [ cont. from here. ]

reggie  likes  it  here.  she  likes  the  rush.  she  likes  the  chaos.  the  longer  they  walk,  the  voices  grow  distant,  the  music  doesn't  carry.  all  reggie  can  hear  is  the  wind,  and  their  hushed  footsteps  walking  in  synced  stride.  she  expected  it  to  be  busy,  but  not  many  people  liked  to  walk  down  the  boardwalk  at  this  time  anymore.  she  found  most  tourists  gravitating  towards  the  pier,  or  renting  bikes  just  to  ride  under  the  stars.

they  were  not  tourists  -  she'd  been  walking  this  path  since  childhood.  reggie  used  to  skate  nearby.  she  catches  the  glance  francis  cuts  her  way  -  it's  not  scrutiny,  it's  introspective  curiosity.  only  it's  a  gentle  look.  it  doesn't  make  her  feel  like  such  a  freak.

she  accepts  the  sandwich  with  a  little  smile  -  tepid,  and  endeared  by  the  thoughtful  act.  she  takes  a  bite.  heavenly.  there's  a  little  moan  that  escapes  along  with  the  swallow,  “divine,”  she  compliments  ahead  of  their  answer.  she  chews  a  little  longer  on  her  next  bite.  she's  thinking  about  what  to  say.  how  to  say  it.

“what  if  i  was  born  bad?”

reggie  was  born  wrong.  there  was  an  ulcer  in  the  shape  of  a  person  inside  her,  a  tumor  inside  her  brain,  there  was  mold  in  her  heart.  there  was  someone  else  holding  her  by  the  base  of  her  skull,  guiding  her  brain.  she  was  a  puppet  on  a  string  anytime  the  melody  lulled,  anytime  she  fell  asleep.  sleep-deprivation  was  salvation.

staying  awake  meant  staying  alive.

“life  if  my  body,”  herself,  her  mind,  her  vessel,  her  husk,  "is  not  my  own.”  she  shared  it.  maybe  she  sounded  crazy.  they  nudged  against  her  sweetly.  touch  starved  reggie  continue  to  walk  side  by  side,  the  occasional  brush  didn't  make  her  flinch.  it  felt  kinda  nice. 

small  reminders  anchored  her  to  reality  -  they  were  real,  so  was  she. 

what  was  on  her  mind?  an  abscess,  a  small  tear.  only  it  was  ripping  her  in  two.  she  was  torn  asunder.  she  was  half  a  person.  she  was  half  of  two  selves,  not  even  half  herself.

“i  think  there's  something  wrong  with  me.”  reggie's  answered  her  own  question  -  she's  resigned  to  it.  she's  watching  the  sun  dip  til  spots  speckle  her  eyes,  “i  love  it  here,”  she  says  after  a  moment,  like  she  can't  relinquish  to  that  vulnerability  just  yet.  because  it  hurts.  it  stings.  “i  know  it's  cliche  but  this  is  still  my  favorite  part  of  the  city.”

[morb1dg1rlaa]

@likeorpheus | cont.

scout thrived off danger,it's what kept her feeling like things were real,when she felt true fear and danger around. she could tell when the vibes were off but francis wasn't giving off any bad vibes. they seemed pretty chill,and scout was glad for that. first beer in already got her socializing.

❝ got mine from abandoned places mostly. i explore haunted locations sometimes and find the coolest shit. ❞she plays with hers,spinning them around helped ease her anxiety a little. not that she was nervous she just had a hard time talking to others but the beer helped her out.

❝ man wish i could travel more. the only time i do is for work and that's boring. ❞she rolled her eyes with a sigh,sipping her beer like the dainty girl she is,she snorted at her own joke in her head and glanced over at francis,red cheeks heating up.

❝ sorry i do that sometimes. let me buy you one. the bartender here is super cool about me buying drinks for people so it's no problem. ❞

[soulmissed]

@likeorpheus

august, in his hoodie and extra roomy jacket, rubs his hands together. (thievery? aw, he was gonna be a straight menace.) his copper eyes sparkle with mischief. “ francis. ” southern twanged whispers. “ what are we – ahem – borrowin’? ”

[freeddead]

     closed  starter  for    ⟶    @likeorpheus

     IT  IS  UNCOMMONLY  RUDE  to  snatch  books  out  of  people’s  hands ,   especially  strangers’ ,   but  Gerry  does  it ,   regardless .    Being  in  a  bookstore  again ,   however  innocuous  it  might  seem  on  the  outside ,   puts  him  on  edge ,   and  he  is  eager  to  leave  as  soon  as  possible .    His  entire  body  is  tense ,   jaw  set ,   as  he  glowers  at  the  person  in  front  of  him .

     "  Trust  me ,   you  don’t  want  this  one ,  "  he  tells  them ,   holding  it  up  and  away  from  them .    "  Not  a  very  interesting  read .  "

[ischamoved]

❝ @likeorpheus / FRANCIS .

❝ BEEN A WHILE. ❞ HE'D ALLOWED HIMSELF to wander, and found himself in front of a familiar face. the night was dull, dark. he'd hidden in the shadows outside after the show, leaning on a familiar tour bus. not a SINGLE person stopped him, like they knew who he was there for. his hat is low on his face, but rian knows he doesn't have to make a big show of it, there's a curve to his lips.

❝ you've been busy. ❞ there's amusement there, a sort of comfort that only comes with the age of time. when had they last seen each other? was it years ago? longer ?

❝ didn' you say y'were tryin' t'keep a low profile? ❞