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[aksepted]

Miss. Ma’am. Lady? May I please spread some love? May I adore you please?

um …   only  if  i  can  attempt  to  give  the  same  love  and  warmth  you  provide  by  merely  existing  among  us  but  multiplied  by  infinity ?????    bc  that  is  exactly  what  you  deserve ,   you  absolute  angel  viv  ilusm  pleathe  ma’am  🥺🥺🥺

[diniel]

❛ I wish you would have told me. ❜

THE REALM BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH  .        it’s a curious place  ,     unfathomable to those still bound to earth and a beating heart  .         less a crowded space of lost souls    seeking for their meaning  ,     the unfinished business that keeps them from crossing over  .         there isn’t a lot of company to begin with  ,     it’s a lonely place  .        it reminds daniel of home  .        nobody to see you  ,     talk to you                 touch you  .        touching  ,  yeah  ,      oh he misses being touched  .        not longing for a tender embrace  ,     but the mere sensation of warmth from another body colliding against his  ,     eradicating this frustrating feeling of endless numbness  .        occasionally it makes him wonder  :     did he end up being   senselessly drunk   in the afterlife  ?

maybe that’s why grace starts asking questions  .         where do you go when you’re not here  ?         what do you do when i’m not here  ?        maybe his disheveled self had caused her to pause and wonder what his existence really meant  .        truthfully  ,     he has no idea  .          it’s a series of moments happening on the big screen  ,     but as soon as you turn it off               he’s gone  .         daniel doesn’t know where he goes  ,     if he goes or simply loses consciousness  .        (  can ghosts pass out  ?  )          he will wander around her place some nights  ,     sit on her bedside when she wakes from frightening dreams  .        sometimes she shouts his name    and he feels himself threatening to vanish into thin air  .        grace’s night terrors are violent  ,     leaving her shaking and crying with fear  .         he can’t do much except for being there  .

he wants to reach out and pull her into his arms  ,     not remain useless and see - through when hand comes to take his  .        in some ways  ,     he thinks  ,     being dead is not much different for him than being alive  .

❝     it wasn’t something on my mind  .     ❞         a blatant lie  ,     swinging legs on kitchen counter just a meek distraction from the frown adorning his features  .         he likes to avoid the questions  ,     likes to pretend he isn’t some weird entity in grace’s life that disappears and suddenly re - appears in the middle of the living room as she turns on the tv  .         dead or alive                 denial has always been daniel’s specialty  .          ❝     it’s kind of like pressing a switch  .         all the lights go out and then  .         that’s it  .         nothing  .         until you come home or i feel like annoying you  .     ❞        spoken with a true le domas smile  ,     albeit he keeps the truth to himself  .        until something bad is happening to you  ,     when you need someone  .        i’m here then  ,     i’m always here  .

⠀                           ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⠀       @playbride​​​ ｡

[cynicomplex]

‘     so . . .       i  mean ,       do  you  inherit  anything  ?     ’          it’s  a  rather  insensitive  way  of  expressing  condolences ,       but  he’s  genuinely  curious .

@playbride​​​​​​       [  sc .  ]

[aksepted]

   𝙸𝙵  𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳  𝙱𝙴  𝚂𝙾  𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙳  𝙰𝚂  to  lend  your  ear ,   let  this  single  fact  be  immortalised  in  this  written  medium  with  hope  that  hereafter  may  other  busybody  eyes  may  stumble  across  it  and  be  less ill  advised  than  the  unfortunate  woman  our  tale  centres  around  :    converse  are  not  made  to  hold  up  in  a  life  or  death  situation .     especially  ones  that  have  found  themselves  with  a  habit  for  being  seemingly  ceaseless .     should’ve  just  packed  my  fuckin’  vans ,   grace  had  bitterly  concluded  about  three  loops  back ,    during  yet  another  chase  after  she  bumped  into  tony   &   charity  stalking  the  hallways  at  around   03 : 41   (  that  had  been  new ,    and  not  in  a  hopeful  way ,    turns  out  they  were  a  lethal  pair  ) .     little  support  had  there  been  for  aching  soles  and  bleeding  heels  in  a  crisis  and  grace  would  swear  up ,   down ,    left ,    right   &   any  other  direction  available  that  the  pains  lingered  and  festered  within  her  despite  the  night  resetting .     unscathed  skin  still  stung  against  lace  as  though  fresh  metal  was  piercing  it  whenever  the  breeze  caught  her ,    left  hand  was  adopting  a  phantom  twitch  in  response  to  her  nerves  not  understanding  how  currently  she  was  whole  but  not  always .     the  result  was  that  legs   &   feet  would  ache  and  lessen  her  stride  despite  her  will  to  soldier  on  as  if  she’d  drawn  a  card  to  play  yankee  bayonet  instead                           oh ,    to  be  that  lucky !

   shuffling  around ,    sluggish  yet  urgent  all  at  once ,    precise  timings  escaping  her  consciousness ,    but  familiar  enough  with  the  routine  of  the  initial  forty  minutes  or  so  of  the  evening’s  festivities  as  that  was  the  most  reliable  window ,    grace  hazarded  that  it  was  around   00 :  28 .     meaning ,    she  surely  had  opportunity  to  rest  for  a  few  blissful  minutes  in  the  servants  corridor .     wistful  guesstimation  reveals  itself  to  be  out  by  a  few  minutes  as  she  turned  the  handle  with  an  air  of  almost lacsidaisical  habituality  about  her ,   stifling  a  yawn  and  allowing  heavy  eyelids  to  droop  minutely  as  she  stepped  over  the  threshold ,    entering  to  the  right .     only  to  catch  the  sight  of  an  unknown  figure  heading  toward  the  left  door .     one  her  brain  cannot  initially  process  but  her  stomach  already  lurches  instinctively ,    goosebumps  prickling  upon  arms  and  flushed  neck .     frazzled  mind  picks  up  details  on  a  delay  :    styled  blonde  hair ,    ripped  lace ,    conflicted  posture ,    those  poorly  chosen  heathens . ❝       wouldn’t  use  that  door ,    if  i  was  you . . .      ❞         a  mouth  that  can  operate  without  appropriate  brain  function  could  be  a  blessing  ,    ❝       take  my  word  for  it  :     doesn’t  end  well .      ❞

                       looks  like  hide   &   seek  just  turned  into  a  game  of  copycat .

                               &    ,             @playbride​  ｡

[diniel]

SLEEP HAD NEVER COME EASILY TO DANIEL  .        even as a child  ,     nightmares would plague him into staying awake  .         gruesome faces and distorted voices  ,     echoing in the dark  .        calling his name  .         he got older  ,     features worn and tired  ,     but they never changed  .         spectres cry louder with flames licking at their souls  ,     the painful confusion why he isn’t with them  .        don’t go ,     daniel  ,     don’t go  .         there is light falling into the hallway from the kitchen  ,     faint yet blinding against the seemingly endless dark surrounding him  .         inside he finds grace  .        he always does  ,     sometimes she finds him  .         ❝     hey  .     ❞         it’s easier to be lost without sleep together  .

⠀                           ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⠀       SC.⠀  @playbride​​ ｡

[diniel]

❛ You have to live. ❜

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN  ?         daniel wants to ask  ,     but he cannot speak in the dream  .         there is something sad about the voice coming from the vast nothingness he finds himself in  ,     floating and merely existing in a dark space  ,    the where and when of no importance .         it is a pleading request  ,     a prayer  ,     and he feels the odd sensation of amusement in his core  ;     that bitter irony tugging at him to not let him forget  .         forget what  ?         the dream is strange  .         you have to live  .        how is he meant to do that  ?         if only they could tell him where he is and how to speak to them  ,     his lips seem glued shut  ,     body too heavy when it was just floating  .         something is off  .         something isn’t right  .         how did i get here  ?

there  ,  a light coming closer  .         it’s death  !         daniel thinks with what appears to be an unsettling mixture of relief and hysteria  .         i’m dying  !         something heavy presses down on him  ,     makes it hard to breathe                 perhaps he has held his breath all that time already  .         you have to live  .         what was once but a little speck in the distance  ,     is now engulfing him whole  .         a wave of light pulling at his arms and legs  ,     and when he finally opens his eyes  ,     the blinding brightness of white walls causing him to wince and squint  ,     he wonders briefly if this is heaven  .         then  ,  a figure comes into focus  ,     blurry vision slowly revealing unexpected ghost  .         he feels like blood should stop him from drawing in a breath  ,     (  he remembers drowning drowning drowning  )     chapped lips barely moving as hoarse voice manages one frail sound  .

                               ❝     grace  .     ❞

⠀                           ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⠀         @playbride​​​​​​ ｡

[diniel]

I’m on the road but I too hate!!!! Hate how much I love you

what a PLOT TWIST!!!!! gripping!!!!!! i love you TOO

[dunnitmoved]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 of benoit blanc's newspaper on the morning following the incident. the look upon his face as he read the particulars was engraved most keenly into my mind, for i rarely saw such raw interest spark into those eyes over a mere read. this was not a murder mystery. no mystery at all, in fact, as it had seemed that the whole affair was explained quite comprehensively and, to me, satisfactorily. of course, blanc was never easily satisfied, and that little bug of curiosity would not leave him be until he pursued exactly what it was that made it buzz. 

cut to a few weeks later, where he's got a meeting arranged with the last standing le domas.  ❛  thank you for havin' me, mrs  –––  would you prefer it if i called you grace or mrs. le domas?  ❜  he asked that question for her comfort now, because he knew that once the several other questions he had in store started, she would not feel so very comfortable anymore. 

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