#mccrtys

[faelles]

a marionette descends down the precipitous stairs;     something unnatural about her,   yet too subtle to overdrive her innate grace.     the thin     —     nearly transparent     —     dress flows   &   wraps around her legs.     Sulpicia’s meeting her guests     —————     a clan she would’ve set aflame if not for...

eh. 

five fingers spin around defined muscle of his arm,   Sulpicia’s tugging him away from the safety of a familiar space     —     where she can still smell the others,   golden eyed,   deer-eating...     ——     through the doors   &   into vast gardens.     “  if I may be honest with you     ———     may I?  ”      long eyelashes open a view to a pair of scarlet eyes.     “  I merely wish you wouldn’t avoid us as much as you do! all’s in the past ——— no reason we can’t be friendly...     wouldn’t you agree?  ”

@mccrtys​,  one-liner sc.

[faithfultm]

@mccrtys​ // starter call (open.)

                    she    stares    at    him    with    a    squint    from    a    distance.    unsure    of    the    thought    that    came    into    her    mind,    fingers    tapping    the    table    while    she's    thinking.    when    you're    immortal,    you    can't    help    but    stumble    into    others,    those    who    live    way    longer    than    an    ordinary    human    being.    &&    now    there's    some    sort    of    recognition    morgana    feels,    yet    she    hesitates.    only    for    a    moment,    that    one    she's    arguing    with    her    inner    self    before    a    smile    curls    her    lips    &&    she    decides    to    approach    because        —    let's    be    real    —        morgana    doesn't    really    care    if    she's    mistaken.        " some    good    times    in    tennessee,    '40s    or    was    it    the    '50s ?    rings    a    bell ? "

[roseguidedarc]

   @mccrtys​ ASKED ,  ❥ : 𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒓 @𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒆

            𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 “𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐃” 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 blonde vampire on the back porch steps.    arm lays across bent knees as the other comes to cradle chin ,  golden eyes having not flicker to her left to view the other.   gentle smile spreads against lips at the marvelous sound of renesmee giggling a few feet away :    ❝  she really is something else , isn’t she?  ❞    asked rosalie a loud ,  as back straightens && eyes look toward her love ,  smile only widening.     ❝  renesmee has got to be the happiest little girl i’ve ever seen.   she’s always smiling , laughing , && seemed to have a happy disposition to life.  ❞       ;     would that last    𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗   woman couldn’t help to wonder?   from the moment she was born ,  how messy && dire it’d been in the moment ,  rosalie had vowed to protect the squirming , sleeping child in her arms as if renesmee were her own━as she was sure that was the case for everyone else !    their own little miracle ,  something    𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂.    hand wraps itself against emmett’s arm ,  eyes gazing into his own as hand rises to tuck a stray hand behind her ear.  rosalie leans over to give a kiss to his cheek ,  head leaning onto his shoulder continuing to watch renesmee chase some butterfly or other.

[titiansleuth]

[ ❀ ; @mccrtys​: “My bunny slippers are too cool for you.”  |  accepting!

        sapphire gaze falls to his footwear, amusement lifting pressed lips into a barely suppressed grin. she disguises laugh as a cough, brow raising.  ❛ i love them, but those are easily the most  ridiculous  slippers i’ve ever laid my eyes on.  WHERE  did you find them, and why are you wearing them? ❜

[roseguidedarc]

  @mccrtys​  ASKED ,   ▰ : 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 @ 𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒆

            𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐆 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 ,  she’d been dealing with a lot lately in terms of school , friends , && little things that only seemed to be making her mood lately worse.   renesmee had noticed , as she looked back on her various interactions over the week ,  that she’d become a little snappy , brooding , && even might’ve come across as bitchy━it wasn’t her intention , just that her mood had been   𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙱𝙻𝙴   && that was the outcome of it !     ;      the larger between them had wrapped his arms ‘round her out of no where ,  holding her tightly against his chest , though not too tight---she was still half human after all ,  as if they’d just had some huge emotional conversation.   confusion flashes over the teens features ,  arms slowly returning the embrace though not as tight.    ❝  is everything . . alright , uncle emmett?  ❞     brow arched , tone mirroring her obvious confusion && being caught off guard.    ❝  did you && aunt rose get into another argument?   i’m all for hugs , you know that , but this seems to have come outta no where━   ❞      palms , once flattened against his back , tenderly pat as to provide some comfort if that were to be the case.  in the process , her own frustrations seemed to have lessened by this one act.

[titiansleuth]

[ ❀ ;  @mccrtys​: INTIMACY + 2) going to an event together ( like a carnival, festival, etc. )   |  accepting!

        the rides are bright and loud, smells and joyous shouts tinging the air with a nostalgia she  wishes  she were more familiar with. their pace is leisurely, his towering presence almost comical next to her small frame as they pass the house of mirrors. her tone is light when she speaks, fingers hovering cotton candy near lips.  ❛ the last time i went to a state fair, i got trapped by a computer in some freaky funhouse. it took my friends  HOURS   to get me out. ❜  a dainty shrug of shoulders, fluffy pink sugar touching tongue as though it isn’t a disturbing memory. attention falls on a nearby game, excited gasp just barely audible. she turns to face him.  ❛ look, ring toss! how’s your aim? ❜