#shrikelure

[dralanabloom]

‘ i know that this isn’t the favourite part of your day, ’ she says, head dropping to the ground, watching her feet as they strolled along in the cool air, sun beaming down on them, giving alana shivers up her spine. ‘ but i promise that everything that we’re doing is going to make sense to you some day. you might even look back on it one day and thank me for my long winded explanations and my stack of gift cards. ’ she looks up, over at abigail, and offers the young girl a smile. 

she knew that if she told abigail that she looked forward to seeing her every single day, that it would make her roll her eyes at her, scoff and make some kind of snide comment that teenagers would do. or like what she would do to her older brother when he tried to be nice to her. she looked at abigail, and to some extent she saw herself in her. 

‘ i’m on your side. ’

*      ╰       ⋮     stater call  ━━  @shrikelure​

[wtsns]

@shrikelure​  asked  ...   ❝  let me help with that.  ❞

      the   smell   of   blood   is   familiar.         sharp,      bittersweet,      smeared   across   his   temple      :      they’d   tried   to   knock   him   out   with   the   butt   of   a   gun,      but   he   hadn’t   gone   down   as   they’d   intended.      the   blanket   wrapped   around   his   shoulders   does   nothing   to   provide   comfort,      shoulders   hunching   against   the   cool   breeze   that   whirls   into   the   back   of   the   ambulance   that   he’s   currently   sitting   in.      he   just   wants   to   go   home.      he’s   well   aware   that   there’s   a   possibility   of   a   concussion,      but   it   certainly   isn’t   his   first   rodeo.      voice   soft,      his   gaze   drifts   upward   to   the   girl   who   cares   a   woman   much   older   within   her   eyes.      she’s   seen   too   much   for   such   a   young   age,      he   can   see   it   in   her   face,      and   it   should   really   be   the   other   way   around.            ❝   i’m   okay      ——      really.      it’s   you   that   we   should   be   worrying   about.   ❞            an   offer   of   a   soft   smile,      slightly   moving   over   before   patting   the   spot   next   to   him.         ❝   sit.      you’re   limping   a   bit      ——      did   you   twist   your   ankle?   ❞

[potentempath]

lyric starter for @shrikelure​!

graham supposes, in retrospect, that it was a little inappropriate to give this girl a glass of whiskey. however, she’d made the way here and she had looked to him like a girl who needed SOMETHING. maybe it was wrong. but will had been drinking since he was just a kid. and it wasn’t like one will hurt her. not while he’s here. so he offered, and when she had accepted, he’d stepped to the kitchen and poured them both a glass. he walks to her and holds out her glass in offering. 

“whiskey kills all things in time  — like things you won’t remember.”

[moldcursed]

@shrikelure​ said :  "what are you doing out here by yourself?"

night  air  is  cool  upon  pale  skin,  providing  the  desired  levity.  a  break.  a  moment  of  CLARITY.

ethan  seems  to  need  those  more  and  more  nowadays  ;  there's  too  much  in  that  head  of  his,  too  much  that  threatens  to  overwhelm  him  and  pull  him  under.  the  current  will  sweep  him  away  if  he  isn't  careful.  [  MIND  IS  A  PRISON  !  ]

expression  is  blank,  gaze  fixated  upon  the  night  ahead  of  him  from  where  he  stands  upon  the  front  porch.  sometimes,  it's  surreal  that  he's  even  still  here.  sometimes,  he  wonders  why  he  didn't  die  with  the  village  ;  wouldn't  that  have  been  preferable?  part  of  him  says  YES  ;  the  other  part  says  NO.  

if  he  had  left  with  the  village,  he  wouldn't  be  here  to  see  rose  grow  up.  a  horrifying  thought,  admittedly.

he's  still  thinking  about  this,  still  pondering  his  own  reality,  when  her  voice  breaks  the  nighttime  silence,  previously  only  filled  by  the  noises  of  the  crickets  and  other  night  creatures.

ABIGAIL  !

the  new  daughter  ;  the  unexpected  one  ;  the  found  family.

ethan  starts,  turning  slightly  so  as  to  glance  over  his  shoulder  at  her.  smile  crosses  features,  waving  with  his  hand  for  her  to  come  join  him.  usually,  he  likes  his  solitude  in  moments  like  this  —  how  many  times  has  he  asked  mia  or  someone  to  leave  him  be?  —  but  abigail  is  ...  DIFFERENT.

“  thinking.  ”    ethan  shrugs,  gloved  hands  sliding  into  the  pockets  of  black  hoodie.    “  just  needed  a  bit  of  fresh  air,  abby.  that's  all.  ”    a  beat.  a  pause.    “  what  about  you?  surely  you're  not  just  out  here  because  you're  concerned  about  ME.  ”

[potentempath]

📜 📜 eheheh

incorrect quotes meme: accepting.

@shrikelure said: 📜 📜 eheheh

[suchkindwords]

 There was MANY things that were unknown to her, questionable things that clearly deserved answers but not interested enough to know them, perhaps it was MUCH better not knowing exactly as to what was going on within the life of Dr. Hannibal Lecter.  All that was known was the protective aspect that was felt toward such a man, perhaps it was because growing up he was all she knew. NOT to mention the fact that Lady always spoke so HIGHLY of him. In way, they felt as though they just had to be related, mainly by blood. The facet of family was usually bought up whenever thinking about the past.  It was heartbreaking to know that such a thing would never be extant again. However, when seeing the girl walk STEADILY through the snow --- how he acted toward her --- knowing VERY well that a family was just that he was trying to construct again.   ❝ It is COLD, you should go back inside until spring.  ❞    / @shrikelure​

[roseguidedarc]

          𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐍𝐎𝐖, 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄?   the decision made had been a rather impulsive one,  but one that had entered her brain several times since their first or second meeting.   he was looking too close, asking too many questions, && even though her dad && hannibal were sure they had everything in order . . stevie hadn’t bought it.   it was easy to lure someone like him to their house, down into the basement that’s usually locked.  what had she done to get him here?  she’d lied, said she had a concern about something that might be worth   𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾⸺the bait she cast had worked,  && soon she was eyeing the axe off to the side.   he’d glanced ‘round as she stalked quietly behind him, axe in hand only to be lifted just as he turned around.     ;      the blade is heaved over her shoulder, with   𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓮, before it makes contact with the side of his throat.   blood splatters on her face, cloths, && now . . . she stands before her sister with the scene clear as day.     ❝  he-he . . . he was asking to many questions, abby!   he was lying, he wasn’t who he said he was!  ❞   stevie tries to justify,  multicolored eyes staring at the other clearly a little shaken by actions.   ❝  no one knows he was coming here⸺  ❞   / @shrikelure​  gets a starter from stevie !

[roseguidedarc]

 @shrikelureASKED,  ‘   𝒘𝒆   𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏   𝒕𝒐   𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆    𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉   𝒕𝒉𝒆   𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏  .   ’ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒉, 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒚 / 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆 !!

        𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓,  𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 &&  tapping her finger on it.   it’s chilly out this afternoon,  the leaves are beginning to turn more bright colors coming with the change of season.  teeth momentarily chew at her bottom lip,  red locks of hair shifting as elizabeth straightens her posture.  green eyes raise until they can comfortably rest on abigail’s features.    ❝  should we have too?  that’s the big question.  ❞   a little more profound than elizabeth might’ve been going for, but it remains   𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓭   all the same.   they were similar:  elizabeth && abigail.  it’d shocked her at first when she heard how similar in some aspects their stories were && how they ended up here.   granted, abigails was more fresh than elizabeth’s but trauma doesn’t have a time stamp on it.     ❝  that pain is there because someone else caused it.  we weren’t born with it,  it was done  𝚃𝙾 𝚄𝚂.  ❞   lizzie takes in a deep breath,    ❝  we both had dad’s who were suppose to love us, take care of us, but instead they chose to do something else.  mine might’ve been labeled an  ‘accident’ but it wasn’t, not really.  ❞    head shakes slightly,  discomfort growing inside her chest.    ❝  people say we’re survivors, but do they really know what it means to be that or how it   𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔?   the pain, the trauma, the nightmares⸺they could never understand.  ❞    hand reaches out to place on top of hers,  lizzie managing a slight smile.    ❝  but we do.  we understand. ❞