#soulrites

[ownvegas]

lemme *** ** **** ****.

@soulrites.

          ‘ i don’t speak morse code, baby. ’ 

[collectrot-blog]

❝ --- 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐧. he... he told me about it. ❞ she means the day and a half that rudi went basically NUTS over something. she doesn’t have all the details, but was filled ( vaguely ) in. levi hasn’t exactly been... the same lately. she notices that. worries. hates rudi for whatever he did-- but. geez, she’s actually GRATEFUL to marci.

@soulrites

[futurepop]

@soulrites liked for a starter.

     When Marci enters her apartment, it is unclear whether or not she notices because she is completely engrossed in the song. It’s French and she doesn’t understand a single word of it, but it’s a wonderful tune to sway to. Eventually she does turn to face her friend, and she motions for her to dance with her. 

[wondcrkid-a]

@soulrites <3

[fangfucked-a]

@soulrites  ♥

    ❝  so,  like,  if  it’s  not  too  rude  to  ask,  ❞  knowing  him,  it  might  be.  no  matter  what,  it  hasn’t  stopped  him  from  asking  anything  in  the  past.  ❝  what  are  you?  like  you’re  obviously  not  human,  ‘cause  ya  don’t  smell  it.  ❞  he  bites  his  tongue  from  saying  something  along  the  lines  that  her  blood  smells  good,  but  he  decides  that  might  be  a  little  too  creepy.  yikes.  

[noblehigh]

written for  @soulrites​, because they  ♡  this.

❝  -- i’m just  tired. ❞

[wondcrkid-a]

         ♥ -- ( @soulrites​​ // starter call. ) 

                    “ Sorry, love. I’m just worn out. Work has me -- drained. ” Work, and their mom’s bitter attitude. Sometimes the two collided to make one utter clusterfuck of a situation. It’s been nearly three days of non-stop criticism, and with deals starting to fall through they don’t think there’s going to be an end any time soon. 

                      With a small yawn, they continue to scribble away at the paper, trying to work out the least harmful solution to the current problem at hand. They felt bad that they had agreed to have Marci over during such activities, but their get-together had been scheduled weeks ago and they forgot to cancel after all the commotion at work started. Now, Marci is forced to watch an exhausted Annie work on a seemingly endless problem while idly nibbling on a perfectly cooked meal. 

                    “ Are you uh -- enjoying your food? ” they ask absentmindedly, not glancing up from their papers. “ If there’s any comments, I’ll send them to the chef. He loves compliments. Deserves them, too -- he does a lot of catering for the big parties and oh -- we can cut that -- I mean uh, food. Yeah. It’s hard to cater those things -- always thought he did a great job at them. ” Their words are disjointed, broken with quiet mumbles between statements. They’re trying their best.

[scorchskin]

bridesmaid at my wedding?

          ( she’s already been asked to be a godmother, marci! this is too much excitement for the day, much less the week, the month --- ) something bright, glittering, and hopeful lingers in her eyes. she’s half a breath from tears, but she manages to swallow down the shut up, oh man, stop teasing me – and manages a careful, ‘ really? ’