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[htgrl-a-blog]

the occasional passing street lamp was what kept mindy's paranoia at ease. it wasn't often that she wandered the night whilst  out of  costume  :  but she was convinced that being normal for a night wouldn't do her any harm. not that she would call any time spent with  TOBIAS  normal  -  but it was as close as she was probably ever going to get.

as the pair wandered  &  conversed, there was something that kept mindy from keeping her attention on what her friend was saying. rather, it orientated the environment. a soundless city  :  below the radar of any turbulent roads. which, perhaps, aided putting mindy on guard when she scanned the street  &  was greeted by the sight of a tall adult male. his footsteps dragging slightly  -  a possible sign of him either  prying  or  stalking.

giving tobias a gentle nudge with her elbow, she gestured behind with her eyes  -  voice quiet  &  head remaining forward,     ❛     don't look now  :  but dodgy looking cunt at 6 o'clock, dude.     ❜

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[innorninepatris]

@raggcd has entered Saint Patrick’s Cathedral

Worried blue eyes sweep the other boy’s face, Caoilainn’s expression turning from content to almost nervous as she notices the other. She tilted her head, inching closer to him. “Are you hungry?” She asked softly. “We have food in the church if you need some...”

[raggcd-archive-blog]

“ YOU CAN’T IMAGINE THE RAPTURE IN STORE,                                                             JUST INSIDE OF THIS DOOR “

[pcssibilitiesarchive-blog]

      an exhausted ella slumped herself down on a bench. she had been running through town all day trying to get everything madame had asked her to get. the sun was beginning to set, but there was still much she needed to get done. ella sighed and looked at the wagon that was practically full. picking up two apples from a bag inside, she turned towards the person sitting beside her on the bench and offered the other one out to him.❝ would you like an apple, sir? ❞

                                  ( @raggcd ) —– starter call

[sweenneytodd-blog]

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             ❛     she’s ill. prob’y from traipsin’ about with the likes of you.  ❜       who else mrs lovett would ‘trapise about’ with was unclear -- but then, he cared almost not at all for who she chose to give her time to. she spoke so much anyway, and what was he to do with that ?  nothing. this invisible rope around his neck kept all his words in his lungs, bottled and sealed, rotting away inside him like curdled milk.               in any case, and, regardless, she had now taken ILL with a cold. he resented the circumstance ; it was one of the few obstacles to daily, secluded life that could draw him from his room during daylight. he flexed his cold, bluish fingers and frowned.       ❛   she says close ‘e shop for today, and don’t visit her, she’s sleeping.  ❜      actually, her words had included a lot more instructions, like the fact she worried for passing on her cold -- but sweeney, stiff, distant and strange, crisply sitting on a chair and staring ahead with pure melancholy, was not likely to interfere, or touch her, or take unnecessary risks to his own health. she could trust him not to dally.        ❛   's’a understood ?  ❜              he was, indeed, the possessive type -- but he hardly did it for her good, so much as to intimidate the boy for whom he had little time, and all too large an uncomfortable knowledge that he was the one witness to the carnivorous house. he thought the boy absurd, not in his person, but in his presence   (  and for that, he had one feverish mrs lovett to thank  )   and only neutralized by docility. if the boy ran away tomorrow, then -- in sweeney’s mind -- so much the better.