#opal.

[skyek]

’ el mar es lo que me marea, ¡te aseguro que no he bebido tanto! ’ @shininggopal​

Ladeó la cabeza como si tuviera que meditar aquella respuesta, cuando únicamente quería meterse un poco con la morena. “¿Seguro? Yo diría que esa copa que llevas iba bien cargada...”

[skyek]

“justo cuando pensaba que nada podía ponerse peor.” — @shininggopal​ @kraisb​​

“Por poder puede. Imagina que ahora estamos en una broma de cámara oculta con un asesino bromista que en realidad es un actor contratado y solo nos están grabando para comprobar nuestras acciones” la imaginación de la peliazul en ocasiones volaba más allá. “Oh, vamos, dime que has visto programas de ese tipo.”

[bloodykneestm]

@solrites continued from here.

"i want an honest answer," she replies plainly, a little stunned by the lack of candor in her response, ( making her feel a little hesitant to press the issue further or even trust her to give a sincere comment ). "from you, a person with a relationship to the paranormal, to me, a paranormal horror writer looking for someone else's insight and opinion."

[bloodykneestm]

@giallifilm, karolina said: tell me a story. ( preacher's daughter prompts / accepting )

"you know i write horror," she warns in preface, a polite reminder to the other woman of her usual fare. for a moment, she wonders whether a woman like karolina would want to hear a scary story, ( whether she would find comfort in it or whether it would hurt more than it helped ).

"once upon a time," she begins wistfully, lingering in her thoughts as she searches for the right story and the right words. she settles beside the other woman and offers her a place in her lap as she continues. "there was a ghost. one of those sweet ghosts who wears a bed sheet over their head and cuts out little eye holes to see. she was quiet, patient, always watching but never threatening, just curious. her name was leigh.

"one day, she saw this girl, about the age she was when she died, a beautiful girl with dark brown hair in perfectly plaited braids. she followed her around the schoolyard she haunted, watching her all day. this girl's name was rose and she was just as lonely as leigh, struggling with her classes, always... far off, unfocused... and she didn't seem to have any friends, in fact the other kids seemed to pick on her anytime they acknowledged her existence..."

[stoneinc]

@fontainegirl / event with opal.

narcissism seems to be something that's passed on for generations in the stone family. claire watched opal with a sense of achievement, being involved directly in the work to save them, to make them functional and more - exceptional. there was a point where the woman had harboured some jealousy for them; the want to be a replicant herself had been strong at that time but the birth of her daughter seemed to make her a lot more comfortable in her humanity. well, a lot more comfortable or a lot more susceptible to succumbing to her fragile emotions - they would always end up keeping her back in one way or another.

looking at her fine work in the performer did give her a sense of achievement as they acted as a reminder that she was indeed capable of great things. at this time, claire's considering holding her hands up and walking away from it all but there's always a reason that makes her reject that notion. her reasoning changes as she talks herself out of it, again and again. this was all she'd ever known. what would become of her when celine didn't need her anymore and where would she find herself? her uncertainty was obvious to some, although she tried to hold her nerve. finally catching the other in conversation, claire gave opal a smile, one that was intended to be friendly and could come across as forced. "hello, you." her nose creases as her smile widens. "your performance was lovely. it's been a while since i've seen you." while she speaks, the brunette's eyes can't help but scan the other, up and down.

[skyek]

“No abras esa puerta, está oscuro dentro.” @shininggopal​​

“Entonces tendremos que utilizar... ¡Lumos!” Exclamó moviendo su varita. Por suerte era de las que tenía un botón que lo presionabas y se encendía una luz tenue en la punta, por lo que iluminó ligeramente. “Tenemos que entrar, podría haber dementores...”