#neitherworldly

[neitherworldly1]

heh heh

[coincount]

@neitherworldly / Ellie.

It’s been a few weeks and a lot of favours in the making, but Abby drags Ellie out with a hand wrapped around her wrist and the ease of a very hush-hush borrowed boat. There are the usual precautions -- Scars here or there, trespassers, clickers hiding in the fold, but for the most part, the journey is stress-free and the knowledge that they’ve both been put in for a couple of rest days on the trot is pretty fucking liberating. (Rather, Abby’s swapped hers with Manny and Nora to put the whole thing into motion, along with some extra protein bars and a night shift for their help with moving some shit over and sourcing some much needed equipment. She might regret it at 4am next week, but for now, it’s fine.)

Ellie doesn’t shut the fuck up. She never has -- that damn kid likes to run her damn mouth, as has been said many, many fucking times, but Ellie asks where they’re going, why they’re going there, what she’s got planned and what’s going on, whilst simultaneously trying to guess what’s happening, and Abby only offers a wry smile out of the corner of her mouth as they draw closer to the aquarium. She figures Ellie’s about to burst with curiosity, so it’s fitting that she kills the engine and eases them in to the side of the shore.

“Here.”    So maybe it’s not so exciting from the outside -- they go to the aquarium pretty regularly, in between fretting about training and keeping an eye on the clock ‘cause they have to be back by six (from Abby), but it’s different. She slings her backpack over a shoulder and tugs the rope into an easy loop around the port-side cleat and ties it before offering out her hand.

            “I think I remember leaving some stuff in the café. Figured it’d be a good time to clear it out -- take stock of what we have here and stuff. Some of those Scars left some belongings and shit we should sort out too, so.”    She can’t resist -- pick the dullest job and pretend Ellie’s birthday isn’t coming up, just to see the look on her face.

[godblooded]

@neitherworldly (x)

[ SMS: ALICE ] the Internet definitely doesn’t know half of what you do

[hedgebtch]

@neitherworldly / Alice.

       Alumni Week is rife with desperate first years and a marathon welters game that’s as painful as a three-hour seminar on the do’s and don’t’s of Ecclesiastical Transvergence in a seat that she’s pretty sure was designed to start making her back ache after twenty minutes. She’s not entirely sure why she’s here -- the past year away from BrakebiIIs has seen late nights and new challenges, and one in particularly being what exactly you’re supposed to do after three years of immersive magical teachings of one Henry Fog.g’s restrictions and his band of merry fucking minions. She doesn’t stay idle for long, and the final fuck you of stalking around an otherwise delightfully-unpleasant ass-licking convention was just a little too much to resist.

            “You always were the quiet one.”    Specifically when she’s pissed -- Alice spent the majority of third year holed up in the library with a stack of open books, wearing a high-collared shirt and a scowl that reads I just think it’s funny how -- Jesus fuck. Marina is fully accustomed to the wrath of Alice Quin.n’s silence, and an accidental excusal that leads them both to the mouth of the maze. 

Marina’s been silent since graduation, and this is purely opportunistic -- or, it was supposed to be, if any of those fucking morons could cast anything that didn’t look like it’d been ripped straight from an unreleased Harry Potter book. And now, her fingers click and the end of her cigarette kindles, and the unspoken tension between the two of them is palpable. Fuck.

“Did they stop playing welters after we left, or did Fog.g just take a massive, steaming shit on the upperclassmen?”

💬

[cravesfreedom]

@neitherworldly​​​  sent :  you didn’t even hear me out   / alice @ marina ??

Marina’s attention left Alice the  moment  she dismissed her proposition  ---   she was hoping that would be enough of an indicator that their conversation was over,  but  apparently  not.     ❛  I don’t need to.   I know your type.  ❜      Now she looks up at her,  pausing as her gaze travels the length of Alice’s body before it settles back on her pale face.   A pitying expression forms,  but it’s not genuine  ---  only full of  mockery.     ❛  You’re the kind of girl who would get me into more trouble than it’s  WORTH.  ❜

[sorrowmarked-a]

a meme that refuses to be found || not accepting 

❛ it’s not about wanting or not wanting. ❜ -- @neitherworldly ( fe & peter )

“it is actually though. you make it so much harder than it has to be,” she said, turning around to face him. arguing with him was truly the last thing she wanted to be doing at three in the morning in her kitchen, in black joggers, and golden girls t-shirt. her hair tossed into a bun, arms defense over betty white’s face. “it is. it is about wanting or not wanting. everything in life is about wanting or not wanting. morality comes in, when it’s about do you want people to get hurt by your actions. and i really gotta know, who’s gonna be hurt by you moving in with me peter? none of the money i make now is even stolen!” sure it was investments that had been made with stolen money, but that was just a technicality.  “and we don’t have to live in this apartment. i’ll move back to queens if you want to be closer to your aunt. or greenwich if you want to be closer to school. you’re already here like five days a week, what’s the point in paying rent and dodging a landlord in a place you’re never in?”

[itsnotpatsy]

@neitherworldly (x)

she’s so tired of the bullshit, so weary of the crap, so exhausted of the nonsense but she’s dealing with it anyway. all the fucking time. at least she’s a little calmer than calm. at least her eyelids are kind of up and then drooping down. languid. she doesn’t figure in a place like this high fucking society’ll try anything. they’re kind of pathetic, anyway. lot of fat guys in plaid suits that make them look like butterball turkeys with microdicks but plaid’s daring this season. for men, anyway. she scoffs about it. all the time.

at least there’s a hot girl here. and she looks her up and down, so trish returns the favor with what can only be called a kittenish smile. three xanax and a relatively okay self. for now it’s alright. she’s got a week of no responsibilities. that’s like spring break for pa-- trish walker.

“i bet you could break that guy in half,” she picks whatever guy might be possible. it doesn’t make a difference. any and all guys probably couldn’t win. and, like, she wouldn’t mind seeing a good old fashioned brawl.

[neitherworldly1]

Neitherworldly as Osamu Dazai from Bungo Stray Dogs