#perceives

[inafter]

@perceives

nora is in the city.

dan has been standing on the second story, hands clasped loosely behind his back, staring at the gaping hole in the floor, for the better part of half an hour.

     ‘ you think that would be the first hole you patch up, ’  he says to laura, despite effectively being a stranger standing in her home without introduction.  ‘ i suppose she wanted a garden more than she wanted not to fall helplessly to her death when getting up for a glass of water in the middle of the night. ’

[undepth]

@perceives

   ‘ we can play again, ’  she looks over at laura dully, clearly uninvested in the outcome now that she has been declared undefeated champion of six straight games of monopoly, two games of sorry, and twelve games of connect four.  ‘ if it’ll make you feel better. i think we also have clue, but i should warn you, i’m a real sherlock holmes when it comes to solving mysteries. ’

[exspiritment]

@perceives​ asked:  "what happened? you look pale." unintentionally funny things to say to people who look like spirit

“I look the same.” 

But, yes. She does look pale. 

“Have you ever been to Georgia?” She mispronounces the state’s name fantastically. “Worst fucking place on the planet. It haunts me. A whole entire place — fucking haunting me. Do you ever get like that, too?”

[inflame-arc]

"i’m glad to see you. i thought you might not show up."  / @perceives

in all honesty, she didn’t think she was going to come until the precise moment she did. she smokes her cigarette without offering one to laura -- because they are hers, and all the more precious for it. the smoke creates an opaque barrier between the two of them, obscuring their faces from one another.

she speaks softly, with the sort of faux-airiness laura will be used to.

‘ you are? ’

[rekant-aaaa]

@perceives

the woods don’t seem so menacing when you know nothing’s concealed within them. the thing that had once been lying in wait just beyond the treeline has been scared away. even the owls have scattered. the only bird in sight is a raven perched on a low branch of a douglas fir, watching them both.

he stands at the edge of the forest, observing the dreamscape she has created for herself.

     ‘ does it feel different to you? ’

[aspirinqs]

@perceives

    “now,” she squints and clasps her hands, as if on the brink of the most pressing inquiry. “on the subject of interpretive dance. thoughts, willingness, level of inclination?”

[legacybaitarch]

@perceives​:            [ 📞 ] ‘ i’ll stay on the phone until you fall asleep. ’ 💖

inbox content:            phone call prompts.

peace settles in her chest, and it's voiced by the softest of sighs as sam’s head lays against cool cotton. for the first night in weeks, she doesn’t fight exhaustion when it tugs at her eyelids.  “that means a lot to me, laura. thank you.”  sam smiles subtly, though laura will never see it.  “it’s just nice to hear a normal voice on the phone. every time i get a call, i ...”  sam trails off; that thought probably doesn’t need to be finished.  “—  this is good though. i feel safe.”