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💔 - from charlie for miles
My muse tells yours that they have a terminal illness.
“I don’t know what part of cancer you’re not getting,” Miles said. “Pretty sure everyone’s heard of it by now.” He knocked back the rest of his drink. “Honestly, not the way I figured I would go. Always assumed a bullet between the eyes would be what got me. Not this shit.”
@soulsanctified
@soulsanctified sent: “i can’t feel my legs.”
heart feels like it’s going to beat out of her chest, panic coursing through her body, even as her stomach drops. jemma tears through the garage, towards the sound of the crash. god, if he’s gone and gotten himself hurt... she doesn’t know what she’ll do. a cursory glance around says that nothing is too far out of place, except for a toolbox on its side, contents spilling across the floor. “seth?” she calls out, not quite desperately, but only just. “seth, are you alright?”
i can’t feel my legs.
she thinks her legs might go out beneath her when he rolls out from under the truck on the creeper, shit-eating grin affixed to his face. her jaw clenches, the thoroughly unamused expression not moving from her features, even as the weight on her chest slowly begins to lift. “seth dillon, i swear to god, i’m going to kill you.”
injury/hurt prompts – accepting.
nora o’connell had always been the adventuresome type. always looking for things out of the ordinary. always looking for extraordinary. ( if she couldn’t be it, then maybe she could at least find it. ) as a teenager, she would go off with her best friends to explore old coal mines. they were always careful, going during the day, making sure people knew where they were, using maps where they could. they might have been stupid teenagers, but none of them had the intention of being those stupid teenagers, the ones in the first five minutes of a crime show or in a horror movie.
it’s when she’s 17 that she has her first encounter with something... weird. she, sophia, and johnnie were going to explore some old coal mine, one they’d been to many a time before – they knew it and its tunnels well enough. the plan was to explore the east tunnels. they had flashlights, small hiking packs with snacks and water. it was a normal day.
they’re about to enter the mine when a voice, thickly laden with the strongest appalachian accent nora’s ever heard ( which is saying something, considering her family ) calls out to them. she just catches a glimpse of him, shrouded in the shadows, unable to really see his face.
“stay out of the east tunnels tonight.”
“—what?” she sounds more than a little on edge. she can feel sophia and johnnie shifting behind her, feel the worry growing between them, within them. is this it? the time they’ve finally pushed their luck too far?
“stay out of the east tunnels tonight,” he repeats. “in fact, might want to think about going home entirely.”
the certainty in his voice, it’s enough to send chills down her spine. stumbles back half a step, a glance over at sophia and johnnie. do we go? the entire conversation is nonverbal, as they decide just how much they should listen to this...
a noise behind them, like the ruffling of feathers, catches nora’s attention.
he’s gone.
the three of them leave immediately.
—
the next morning, bridget is watching the news as nora walks down the stairs.
COAL MINE TUNNELS COLLAPSED.
she stops in her tracks, listens closer. the man’s words sound in her memory again. stay out of the east tunnels tonight.
—
nora majors in english when she gets to college, with a concentration on folklore. her senior thesis is the first to tie together the stories of the man in the mines and the appalachian wanderer.
grandma aggie had told her of a man who came through town when she was young, how little miracles seemed to follow him, but how he also seemed to precede disaster. a mine cave-in occurred just after he’d left – he had warned her grandfather to not go in the next day.
she tells no one of her own experience with the man, but as she continues her research, of the man seen all throughout the appalachian region, she becomes more and more convinced that this was the man she had seen. that he’d saved her life.
@soulsanctified sent: ❛ i’m just a simple country boy. ❜
she raises an eyebrow, unimpressed with his statement. her gaze, however, flits over him, drinking in the sight before her. that on the other hand... that was far more on the impressive side. seeing him in something other than a t-shirt, flannel and dirty, worn-in jeans ( not that she was complaining about seeing that either ) is a change, and certainly not an unwelcome one at that. maybe something good will come of their fathers making them both go to their fancy business event. after all, it’s not every day she gets to see jake sullivan dressed in a suit. not even at their wedding. ( but then again, they were both tipsy and it was the middle of the night and they spent the night in the barn afterwards, but she still wouldn’t change it for the world. )
“you know what, you might be, but that doesn’t mean that the whole dressed up thing isn’t a good look for you.” the grin that tugs at the corners of her mouth mirrors the chaos that is typically found in his eyes, and she can’t help but wonder just how much her father regrets letting her meet the sullivans so many years ago, what with how jacob has influenced her and ‘caused her to make impulsive decisions.’ oh, if only he knew that it was she who had suggested so many of their adventures. if only he knew their most impulsive decision.
jemma walks over to him, reaching up to straighten the collar of his shirt, her smile turning softer, fonder. a hand rests on the side of his face, thumb running along his cheekbone. “simple country boy or not, you’re the one i married. don’t regret that in the slightest.” she pats his cheek playfully, dark eyes alight with amusement. “now stop looking so grumpy.”
@soulsanctified sent: “that ain’t no corn forest” from wyatt
“you...” a pause, looking thoughtfully at him, if a bit confused. puzzled. whatever you wanted to call it. is he being serious? she genuinely can’t tell. is this another one of those southern sayings that she doesn’t get or some kind of southern saying? “you do know that’s...” trails off once again. “—i’ve never heard it called that before.”
@soulsanctified sent: “ who would have thought? you are a gentleman. “ from alex to aeron
he’d look offended if he wasn’t so amused, if he wasn’t smiling at her so softly. so instead, he rolls his eyes in a way that can be described only as fond as he turns back to where he’s fixing dinner. “i can’t believe you didn’t believe me,” he says over his shoulder at her, because he’s apparently still not ready to let this go. “i let your dog out, i have dinner at yours, i take you on dates and am always a proper gentleman, and you’re only just now starting to believe it of me?”
it wouldn’t do for anyone to forget that he is, in fact, an o’connell. and being an o’connell does in fact mean being a dramatic bastard. “i’m hurt alex. i’m very hurt.”
@soulsanctified sent: “ Bold of you to assume I still have a soul. ” / jake
“oh, shut up sullivan, you and i both know you’ve got the biggest heart of nearly everyone here. you had a soul when you were 12 and playing with horses and you’ve still got one now. you wouldn’t have come and picked me up and helped me get my car home if you didn’t.” she elbows him, giving him a small smile. “i know you, remember?”
@soulsanctified sent: “ do you think god stays in heaven because he too, lives in fear of what he created? ” / delilah
she rolls over on the couch, an eyebrow raised as eyes land on her roommate. existing words couldn’t express her confusion and exhaustion, so instead jemma settles for a “...go the fuck to sleep, lilah.” the level of done in her voice is matched only by nights when it’s the five of them all together and someone — usually damien — is being an idiot. “i don’t know if you’ve been drinking or smoking or talking to one of the guys about it or something else entirely, but you... are getting too existential and need to sleep. because lilah, you’re my best friend and i love you with my entire heart, but you’re exhausting me.”
a meme from somewhere in this tag // if you can find it sure.
