#pearl.wips

[dumortains]

wip wednesday

was tagged by @hydrngea thank you <3 tagging @tuomniia, @fairmonkey, @serenpedac, @grapecaseschoices, @agentnatesewell

this is from a very self indulgent au with olivia and @tuomniia's oc meredith

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Rash, foolish hope bubbles up in her and she desperately tries to quell it back down. Her heart thrashes against her rib cage and she knows that even without supernatural senses Mer would’ve been able to hear it. That wasn’t an answer, she chastises herself, not really.

It doesn’t mean that-

It doesn’t mean anything other than that she won’t leave right now. And that should be enough. It is more than Liv deserves after what she had put her through.

But she cannot help it. As always she has to ruin it and ask for more.

Tentatively, she reaches across the small gap between them—runs her fingers over her cheekbone, the bump in her nose, the scar over her lip while Mer’s breath brushes warm against her palm—tries desperately to commit every detail of this moment to memory even as she knows that it will taunt her for years to come. If you could have just been content with this…

Reluctantly, she pulls her hand back and clutches the sheets in order to keep it at her side of the bed.

If she could just be content with this. If she could just learn to live with this uncertainty. But that last, tiny sliver of hope dangles in front of her like a carrot on a stick. And after years of starving herself she can feel the longing hunger begin to crawl up from her stomach with the question she knows she has to ask.

She just has to ask it, even as she knows she’ll be denied, even as she knows that if she’ll be denied now this will be it, once and for all.

“...can I kiss you?”

The question comes out as barely more than a whisper—she scolds herself for the wobble in her voice, the tears that well up instantly—and even while she asks it she already regrets doing so. Everything in her screams to take it back while she still can but she wills herself to wait for the answer.

She blinks and the tears fall, momentarily clearing up her view again. And Mer’s answer is written all over her face, she can see the word work its way up her throat.

No.

Her vision blurs anew and thick tears roll down her cheeks, staining Mer’s sheets in tiny, salty freckles.

She can hear her take a shaky breath, bristling with—frustration? Anger?

Angry that after everything Liv had done—everything Liv had done and she had forgiven her anyways—she still dared to ask for more.

Frustrated that she can’t just shut up and take what she can get. Liv’s utter inability to keep quiet about that wanting, that gnawing need that always spills from her right in front of Mer’s feet, leaving her to deal with it, leaving her to mop it up.

Again she tries to steel herself against the word that is bound to fall from her lips any moment now.

No.

No, you cannot not. Of course not.

You should leave-

“Please.”

[leirsulien-archive]

Last Line Tag Game

was tagged by @lyuchee and @grapecaseschoices a few weeks ago thank you <3, i didn't have anything then but shockingly the writers block fucked off a bit today and let me write a some post-breakup alex and nate (also tagging you back if you want to share something)

And it’s painfully familiar, he makes a joke, she laughs, she asks a question and he answers. For a moment he almost forgets anything has changed at all, for a split second he almost reaches over to kiss her.

To brush his thumb over the small mole on her left cheek—his favorite place to kiss, how often he had wondered whether he had left it there in a previous life.

He supposes he knows the answer to that now.

tagging: @amlovelies, @wayhavenots, @rosarx, @lividlyinlove,

[leirsulien-archive]

last line tag game

was tagged by @grapecaseschoices <3

The wind picked up again, billowing your clothes and rattling on the old wooden window frames, their whispers spilling over the neverending planes where the earth stained red. Flowers, you realized as you stepped closer—poppies dotting the field like specks of blood, their thin stems swaying in the gusts.

tagging: @amlovelies, @nerdferatum, @fairmonkey, @narrativefoiltrope, @homeformyheart

[leirsulien-archive]

rules: write the latest line from your WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the line

thank you for the tag @amlovelies and @nickhwiseman <3 tagging you back since i forgot to post this earlier

They take you for a monster? Better not disappoint then.

tagging: @milaswriting, @fairmonkey, @narrativefoiltrope, @homeformyheart, @nerdferatum, @roses-and-roux, @lookingforsomethingcuzimbored and @agentnatesewell

[leirsulien-archive]

Hello yes what is "let me kiss the blood off your hands" about plz 👀

I originally started writing it for a prompt fill for ava and olivia but it quickly got out of hand and became about something else entirely.

at first it was supposed to be soft and fluffy but ofc i had to make it angsty ahshdh. it's about a conversation between the two that unexpectedly turns pretty serious and indirectly about avas monster complex. I do think a has a monster complex but not about being a vampire specifically, more in regards to what they've done in their past and how their actions caused harm to their loved ones (hence having blood on their hands).

here's a little snippet

Before she could stop herself her hand had reached for her, palm settling on her cheek, thumb brushing against the curve of her lower lip—soft and warm and of a light pink color, but not red. No, not red.

wip ask game

[leirsulien-archive]

for the guessing game how about lips, final, and ache 👀

thank you 💜💜

lips (original project)

Your thoughts decide to betray you as well and suddenly, all you can think about is what it would feel like against your skin, this strike of roughness against the softness of their lips. You wonder if you could draw the story of how they got it from them and how it would taste on your tongue as you run it over the old wound.

final/ly (same original project)

Ze flinches and stares up at you, dumbfounded for a moment, but then ze finally moves, scrambling to grab the menu laying next to zir.

ache (twc, ava x detective)

She failed to count how many times she had scrubbed her skin raw in desperate attempts to clean herself of old memories—of course it always healed. It remains the only thing that does, the ache persists.

send me a word, if it's in my wip I'll post the sentence it's in

[leirsulien-archive]

WIP TITLE GAME

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have WIPS. 

thank you for the tag @rickety-goose and @nickhwiseman <3 (on my main)

tagging: (ik this already made rounds so sry if you've been tagged before) @lividlyinlove, @kdelarenta, @doulyeah, @lasswithumor, @homeformyheart

WIPS

braiding hair

milf olivia au

the gateway

despite it all

for old times sake

let me kiss the blood off your hands

[leirsulien-archive]

WIP Wednesday

was tagged by @amlovelies a while ago <3 tagging you back as well as @knight-du-mortain, @ava-du-mortain, @agentnatesewell, @roses-and-roux

actually managed to write some for wayhaven frights :)

The wind tucks with greedy hands on the clothes of passerbys on the sidewalks who hurry to get inside before the rain sets in. There’s a small yelp as it catches on a woman's red scarf, she jumps up, hands reaching for it. She manages to get a hold on a couple of the frays on one end, but the winds pull is too strong and they slip through her fingers again.

Olivia watches the red fabric being carried away, swirling through the air like a little dragon.

Despite the hurry outside there’s a calmness washing over the town - slowly the streets empty, windows close and all the usual noise of cars, people and kids playing outside dies down to quiet whispers and the rippling of the first raindrops falling onto roofs.

There’s a knock on her office door, gentle, as if not wanting to disturb her in her peacefulness.

She turns to see Ava leaning in the doorframe, holding a couple of documents in a clear plastic case. There are a couple of dark dots on her grey wool coat where the rain had stricken her.