#murmuring-heart

[flowersandtragedy-archived]

Grumbling and angrily poking at Arabella's shoulder, eddy grumbled, "Arabella Delaney!! I had a report due! I had to study! I told you not to schedule a date with Carl!!" He said blushing profusely. He ran a hand through his already messy hair, "Void he probably thinks I'm weird!! Ella!!" He grumbled more. - murmuring-heart (highschool au)

Arabella laughed, locking Eddy’s arm in her own and dragging him anyways.

“I’m your best friend, right?” Smiling, she nudged him. Hopefully he’d lose that pout before they got thee. They were already, sorta late. And he was driving. 

“You’ve been avoiding him all this time, so I thought ‘because he’ll never, ever get to it, maybe I should’. I was right, hm?”

She delivered all this without stopping, clicking on the remote control of the car and unlocking it and guiding Eddy to the driver’s side.

“Now get in before you miss your date!”

[dunwallwhore-blog]

“No. Not there!” -murmuring-heart (bad blood au)

The startled tone scared her, his dark eyes were wide with fear. She held her hands up as if to console him, having no idea what he meant. 

“Okay.. -uh- I won’t..?” she didn’t know what words to use, but she had to give him something.

[dunwallwhore-blog]

┼ -murmuring heart (bad blood verse)

2. Covered in blood

She did find herself in the worst and most dangerous of situations. Unlucky, some would say. There was blood in her dusky pink skirt, stained in her shoes and ripped stockings. 

Gangs plagued the city nearly as much as rats, a woman, a woman with nothing on her, was stabbed while Amelia hid. She was a coward, a coward covered in a dying woman’s blood as she tried to staunch the flow. She looked up at a sound, afraid the gang had come back.

Instead inky, almost empty eyes, stared at her. 

“Can you… go get someone,” her voice was breaking “Please,”

[tenoutten]

"How do you even sleep at night?" - murmuring-heart

What at first had looked much like any other device - pumping with the dim churning of an engine, most probably fed by whale oil …- until it spoke. 

“What kind of heresy is this?” Gabriel threw away the device, watching it bounce off with a slight measure of satisfaction, hitting a wall and skittering into a stop.