#salemmaebelle

[mason-the-writer]

“Hey. Pack a bag. We’re going.” Mason says matter of factly.

[mason-the-writer]

Mason sits at his desk, locked up in his office. He's been trying to figure out how to get to his sister, who seems to have been pulling away from him. He desperately needs her back, trying hard to avoid the pills and the razors, though it hasn't been much use. Glaring at the empty bottle, he throws it into his desk drawer and slams it shut before putting his head on his desk. Shortly after, there's a knock on the door. "Come it." He calls all muffled.

[mason-the-writer]

Maebelle - Heal, Kill, Trick, and Treat.

Heal: My character will tend to your character’s wounds, or be at their side when they’re sick.

Mason rolls his eyes as he tends to a squirming Maebelle. She’s been whining for the past hour, as least at the burning sensation of the disinfectant on her wounds. He was trying to be calm with her, but his patience are running thin.

“Would you stop moving!” He snaps. “I can’t make sure everything’s clean and wrapped up. Cause if not, you can get an infection and then your limbs will turn all green and Oozy and have to be cut off. And that’s no fun so sit still.” Mason tries to hide a smirk as it has the desired effect. His twin sister quiets down for him to finish.

“But be careful.” She says in a pouty voice. “It hurts a whole lot.” Mason’s bites his lip, trying to not laugh at his sisters pain, because he knows he’ll pay for it later if he does. 

“Well… Yes. Rolling down a hill into a field of wild bushes was not your smartest idea. Especially since your brother told you that the bushes have thorns.” That earns Mason a dirty look and he knows he’ll pay for that later. But he shuts his mouth, finishing up tending to his sister, before picking her sore body up and bringing her up to her room. 

Kill: I’ll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours.

Mason’s feet pound down the stairs of the abandoned house he was in with Maebelle. Suddenly he had felt very angry and Maebelle, God she wouldn’t shut up. He snaps, glaring at her with the most evil look she had ever seen. She turns, running for her life. He chases her, turning at the base of the stairs. He sees her at the tom of another staircases. She runs down it, and he chases her, getting closer and closer. Suddenly she is pushed to the ground. And then she’s hit, repeatedly. Mason beats her with a wooden board. Her blood spills out, covering the dusty floor.

 Trick: Your character and mine being sneaky together

It was the day before their birthday, mischief night, and the twins were sneaking about. It was a little out of normal character, but mason said it would be fun, and so far it was. The two of them were dressed in black, not a stretch for Mason but it was for Maebelle. The two weren’t the one’s egging houses or bashing windows or throwing TP (what a waste of toilet paper. Honestly). Instead they bought silly signs and fake limbs at the dollar store and a lot of squash, Zucchini and eggplant. If they were honest, they had been planning this for a year, collecting signs from all holidays, except halloween. The two then ran around the neighborhood, sticking signs in peoples yards and putting one of the veggies in their mailbox. 

The next morning, after a long night of the “Confuse not abuse” mischief they played, Mason and Maebelle sat in the living room, watching the news. Soon the local stations were all covering the confusing story of random holiday signs appearing on lawns and veggies in the mailbox. The twins nearly die laughing. 

Treat: Your character and mine being sweet to one another

Mason smiles as he walks into his house. In his hands was a box. “Belly!” He calls before stopping in the kitchen, seeing her. “Ah good! there you are. I got you something!” He says, handing his sister the box. Maebelle smiles, furrowing her eyes a bit. 

“Why? It’s no holiday, or our birthday.” She says. “Though I did pick something out for you.” She says before pulling out her own rectangular package from her purse, handing it to him. Next, the only sounds in the kitchen between the two were the sounds of ripping paper. Mason smiles down at the heavy book of abandoned and haunted castles in his hand. Glancing, he looks up at Maebelle, who looks like she’s in shock. Gently she takes out the gold bracelet on it sits a beautiful Vanda Orchid, Maebelle’s favorite flower, crafted out of gold, painted to look real. 

“Do you like it?” He says, already knowing she does as she slips it onto her wrist. Maebelle sits speechless for another minute. 

“This is so beautiful. You didn’t have to.” She says softly and Mason shrugs.

“And you didn’t have to get me this. But we got each other something they love. Because we thought of the other. We don’t need a reason to show appreciation.”

[mason-the-writer]

Mason walks into Maebelle's office and puts a bag on her desk. "Its for your turtles. International Turtle Day." He shrugs and let's go of the peace offering he got his sister.

[salemfanfics]

Anyone but Her | Marren

Darren rushes into the hospital at full speed, not only because he knew he was late but because he heard something on the radio that he dreaded. He was hoping it wasn’t the same in his head that it was in real life. On the radio while he was in traffic the news was on a story about a blonde young woman about twenty five years old who had gotten transported to the hospital after a hit and run accident downtown with a pedestrian.

Part of him knew her older brother, and His best friend, Mason would never let her walk ever, nor would she ever really have a reason to but that never stops Darren from panicking. As soon as the doors slam open full force, Darren slams both of his hands at the counter of the check in desk and demands to know what happened and if that was indeed Maebelle.

The woman at the front desk just laughed very loudly as if this wasn’t the first time he’s assumed when he was in traffic, while she took an inventory of all the current patients. Her one smug disposition and amusement quickly disappeared as she stared at the bright screen in front of her face, and then at Darren, and back. Her smile quickly turned to worry as Darren began to freak out.

“Dr. Crawford, Your girlfriend is in room 2109. I’m afraid that was her, or she was at least there.” Darren doesn’t even take any time to respond before he’s bolting down the hallway towards the stairs. As he rounds the corner he sees the last name Anderson and His best friend crouched on the floor hiding his head in the hallway. Darren rustles Mason’s hair before opening the door without permission.

Finding Maebelle with her eyes closed lying on a bed, he quickly takes in account how injured she looked before taking her hand in his. He does for her what she did for him many months ago, and rests his head on her shoulder before whispering in her ear.

“You have nothing to fear my love, no one will ever lay a finger on you but me, and I will do everything in my power to keep you here. If you need surgery, Only I will do it.” Upon hearing this Maebelle squeezes his hand as hard as she could right now in a way of saying “I trust you.”

[salem--confessions]

I think it's great that when maebelle let go and let herself be with someone she really just let go and let herself be happy

-Anonymous

[mason-the-writer]

text | Belly

Mason: Hey you keeping safe?

[drdarrencrawford]

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