#solichor

[ecritverite]

STARTER.    //     @solichor /  @brawnfare   //     BENNIE. 

    on his way from the kitchen in darkness, woods switches on a single crimson shaded lamp and illuminates the living room as well as its visitor in a comforting autumn glow; he isn’t expecting to see bennie curled up on the couch, houseguest out of bed. ❛❛ you startled me — ❜❜  with eyes feeling grainy and dry, he blinks them quickly and looks down, hands of his watch come into focus, ❛❛ love, it’s 3:45 in the morning, ev’ryone’s usually in bed ‘cept for me. ❜❜ that includes perry, who’s probably now curled up in the warm imprint that woods leaves on his occasional nightly downstairs excursions to the kitchen — always for a cup of tea and a blank journal page to fill. 

     ❛❛ busy mind, then? ❜❜ voice ruffled and low with sleep, he sets down his steaming mug ( white with red lettering that says ‘careful! i’m one hot bitch’ on the side — his own purchase ) and sinks into the chair nearest bennie, there to lend a famously patient and awakened ear. ❛❛ olways happens to me at odd hours. get funny dreams so i write about ‘em. ❜❜

[iscariotsdeputy]

@solichor:  hope county can’t be found on any map outside the county because it has melded too much into fae territory (it was already hard to find, hard to remember, but the arrival of the seeds is what really turned things for the worse) and that is also why you can’t leave. once you’re there you’re stuck. any attempt to leave and you wake up with a dry mouth in the middle of the henbane

    There are a lot of people in Hope County who don’t know why they’re there, they don’t know why they stay either. Memories get hazy sometimes, especially in the Henbane. People keep calling this territory “The Bliss”, but they don’t understand what it really is. They don’t understand why the food and drink taste so good. They don’t understand why plants are growing so fast. They don’t understand those glowing eyes that watch them from the woods and the voices that laugh at them as they get lost in the woods.

[goldticket]

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summer flinches backward and narrows her eyes - but she does not falter! you can’t throw her so easily.

While maintaining eye contact, Wonka pulls a sugar dusted lemon cookie from his coat pocket. He holds it out to Summer, like he’s offering it, then blows hard on the pastry, making a cloud of sugar float perfectly level to her nostrils.

[scurriles]

( @solichor​ )

baby looks at summer with an unreadable expression before his lips curl into a smile, warmth blooming in his chest, fondness in his eyes (though she can’t see them).

“what’s that for, summer?”

[wthwolvesar]

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          “  doesn’t your face hurt.  “  she stares.  “  smiling like that.  every day.  all the time.  “ 

[caustis]

         ‘ i thought that was directed at the— ’ he turns his palm up and makes an urgent, pointed gesture at the television. ‘ those weren’t michael bay-exclusive fucking expletives? what the fuck’d i do? ’

@solichor, call.

[caustis-arc]

a folded yellow flyer held off-center between his teeth will stop no summer-set smile of lesley’s. maybe it’s a little crooked, a little funny-looking, but he’s happy to see her. there aren’t many on earth for whom this particular mood surfaces.

the whole scene could do with a swell of romantic score, if you ask him. he loops her with his free arm and, with momentum on his side, half-lifts and half-twirls her simultaneously.

         ‘ could’a told me you wanted company, ’ he says, muffled and out of the side of his mouth. ‘ — before you left. you didn’t have to get all fuckin’ sneaky on me. ’

@solichor,  sc.

[deputysaint]

hey. casual reminder: daddy joe. :^)

   i was aLMOST FUCKING FREE OF THIS CURSE. SO CLOSE.