#savinggrcce

[nostlgic]

‘y’ain’t gotta be scared’ve anything anymore, miss grace,’ atticus sits next to the woman on the porch swing, moving back and forth slowly with the force of his feet. hand lands on top of hers, giving her a false sense of comfort, sickly sweet smile hiding malice that lies under the surface. ‘yer safe here. cross my heart and hope t’die,’     @savinggrcce.

[wargcds]

@savinggrcce​ said: “Just pretend to be my date”. for santiago pls

santiago   stares   at   her,   dumbfounded   for   a   moment   before   his   body   finally   springs   into   action;   it’s   a   little   awkward,   and   perhaps   ever-so-slightly   stilted,   but   he   wraps   his   arm   around   her   waist   and   pulls   grace   a   little   closer.   ❛   grace--   ❜   the   man   leaned   down,   into   her   ear   as   if   he   were   about   to   whisper   sweet   nothings   into   it;   his   panicked   tone   makes   it   clear   that   is   not   the   case,   however.   she   feels   so   close,   and   the   longing   the   man’s   been   feeling   since   he   met   the   woman   is   slightly   subdued.   at   the   same   time,   the   proximity   of   their   bodies   being   a   façade   only   serves   to   break   his   heart.   he   should   pull   away,   set   some   boundaries   before   his   own   feelings   become   clear;   still,   santi   cannot   find   it   in   himself   to   do   so,   breath   warm   against   the   shell   of   her   ear.   ❛   what   the   actual   fuck   is   happening   ?   ❜

[shinearch]

@savinggrcce​  :  ' i   can   smell   the   fire. '

        “  controlled burn. ”  he  notes,  handing  her  a  cup  of  coffee.   with  the  dryness  of  the  season  making  the  far  forest  a  sort  of  tinderbox  it  was  necessary.  still,  fire  makes  him  uneasy  --  remembering  how  the  large  building  had  burned,  even  miles  away  in  the  hospital  next  to  his  mother’s  bed  he  could  still  smell  it.  

[shinearch]

@savinggrcce​  :    “ i  don’t  know  why  i  just  can’t  let  it  go. ”

        he  knows  the  feeling.  the  ghosts  of  too  many  different  origins,  and  came  in  too  many  different  versions.  everyone  had  their  own  --  even  if  they  couldn’t  see  them  like  HE  could.  he  inhales,  arms  wrapped  around  his  middle,  and  nods.  “  i  don’t  really  think  you  can.  sorry,  not  literally  --  just  it  becomes  a  part  of  you,  you  know ?  you  learn  to  LIVE  with  it,  i  guess. ”