#saraya.

[srybevis]

america? idk her.

[srybevis]

today’s glam was unreal 🔥

[srybevis]

finally brushed my hair and put a pair of jeans on.. who cheered for me

[strcinedhecrts]

💭 saraya + lorenzo

Send 💭 for something my muse wants to say to yours, but won't.

you’re one of the only people i trust. that list ain’t long — so be happy you’re on it. and maybe, just maybe, you’re a lil’ easy on the eyes. or somethin’. but that’ll just go to your head, i think.

[strcinedhecrts]

💭 saraya & rio

Send 💭 for something my muse wants to say to yours, but won't.

i don’t know what would have happened if you didn’t find me. prolly be kickin’ some dudes ass in the same shithole, or bouncin’ ‘round every town until my bullshit caught up with me. rio, you saved my life. i’d do anythin’ for you, hand t’god.

@murdcrofcrows

[strcinedhecrts]

@gravemist

LOCATION: outside of the inkwell, midday. FOR: elias ward.

FOR THE LONGEST TIME, saraya had avoided the inkwell for as long as she could, like an unforgiving, unrelenting plague. not because she didn't appreciate the work that they did -- but because of the one leading the work. and yet, contrary to what she had told herself in the first few years in the aftermath of him ( yes -- there was a time before him and after him ), she didn't hate him. and yet, hurt people just don't want to be battered and bruised and yet, even still, the jackal's heart still calls out to check on him -- despite her initial response being cursing the fact that deep down, she still cared at all. she had wanted to go with him. but when he had left, she had even more years in that place. and even if that was her resignation, some might say her choice -- it kept her going. it kept her going, even after he broke her heart.

nobody breaks saraya thorn's heart.

and yet, she can imagine his is breaking too as he stands outside of what's left of the inkwell, his life's blood, sweat and tears. for a moment, she decides to forget it all -- instead opting to stand at his side as a show of loyalty. even if in her heart, she wondered why she hadn't been worthy of the same thing back then.

" this isn't the end. " she begins, quiet as she analyzes the damage. cold, calculating eyes soon turn back to him, face unchanging. and yet, the words say it all. " you're better than that, and you know it. "

[strcinedhecrts]

@murdcrofcrows

LOCATION: the fishery, mid morning FOR: jonah fisher

AS MUCH AS JONAH FISHER relishes in driving saraya batshit crazy -- the woman would almost prefer that to the silence that that somehow fills the space between their nearby stations more than any silence ever could. she had heard whispers that he had been trapped at the compound -- a fate that made her shiver just thinking about it. not that any of the jackals would know why, considering how close she kept her cards to her chest. it was easier that way. the idea of them giving her an ounce of pity made her stomach turn with the kind of nausea that accompanies a common illness. but, as much as she won't vocalize it out loud -- he's worrying her to a point of concern that she doesn't like carrying with her. thus, with her usual laser-focus, she's found herself staring at the back of his flannel shirt, trying to figure out what to say. how she can present herself with a certain amount of humanity she's proven she can throw out the window the second either rio or scarlett give her a simple nod of the head.

" what are you, an astronaut now? " saraya begins. the question is intended as a joke, calm and light hearted. and yet, her natural demeanor may give off the opposite impression. " guess i'm just not used to you being this quiet... feels kinda wrong, if i'm honest. " another pause. " you good? "

[strcinedhecrts]

TEXT TO ✉️ LORENZO PARRA-FLORES

SARAYA: lorenzo???? [ FAILED TO SEND ] SARAYA: don't tell me you fell into a snow pile [ sent at 3:34 PM ] SARAYA: oh cool [ FAILED TO SEND ] SARAYA: mother FUCKER [ sent at 3:34 pm ] SARAYA: service is so shit sorry [ sent at 3:35 pm ] SARAYA: where are you? [ SENT AT 3:34 PM ]

@eatabug