#spenried

[btchrs]

                    ‘ i know what i want, and i’m going to get it, ’     @spenried​.

[morticane]

A DINNER ROUTINE   :        morticia is feral with youth and slamming plates upon the table,  a quick - step dance of movement,    homemaker eternal quaking with rage       (       the dining room is absent except for them,   despite what morticia’s furious movements might imply   :        the parlour is rammed full with prying eyes         ).            she stutters when she sees him,   a sudden vibration of the body.    ONE MOMENT,   SHE IS MUTTERING AGONY         --         in the next,    she is holding a plate to her chest,   staring him down with black - smudged eyes.        ‘   excuse me,   ’        she breathes,       eyes scanning the room in a quick huff,    as if she was searching for other intruders.        ‘   you should never sneak up on a woman.    that’s how my great uncle lost his head the first time.   ’           @spenried

[doctordonovan-a]

@spenried​  said  “when  were  you  going  to  tell  me ?”  !

 when does she tell anyone anything?    what a complicated mix she is   -   an open book written in a dead language    -    exposed to universe and yet hard to put into words for even sharpest of eyes.   all that she is,    all she allows others to perceive,   are things of her own making.    it is not the brilliance of suns that clings to the way peach lips curve,    chair creaking in low song when weight is shifted beneath her,    but that of the stardust    (  the centuries worth of loss that have donated atoms to her creation  )    maeve is made of.    over phone laugh is breathed out,    carried through the miles between them.

 ❝   tell you that I think your taste in poetry is lacking?  you know men and their egos.  I was going to slowly break it to you over the course of at least weeks.   ❞    teasing comes so much easier when scientist has no need to worry about anything away from phone held so gently in hand.   ❝   e.e. cummings is clearly the superior poet,  anything else is just slander.   ❞

deadly nightshade starters   |   accepting

[giulianaglass]

@spenried​:   [ HELP ] ― your muse helps my muse up.

           this was not usual for her. she can tell it’s getting close to time for pick-up games, even though it’s still technically free skate hours. she knows how to get up on her own, really; it’s more the shock of being hip-checked by a teenage boy that keeps her butt on the ice longer than a second. blue eyes glare holes into the hockey skates holding aforementioned obnoxious teenager. then she notices the hand, & giuliana rises to her feet, scowl still on her face. “fucking hockey players. um -- thanks. sorry, i don’t usually.” a sigh. “that is the worst kind of person.”

meme.

[giulianaglass]

@spenried​:    ❛  oh, look, i think i can move on my own now.  ❜

          giuliana may not say it, but she doesn’t quite believe him. she’s been skating backwards, more or less trying to guide him into not accidentally killing himself on the ice. eyebrows pinch together, but she reluctantly lets her hands release. “okay ... if you say so, then -- just. knees bent, look ahead -- & don’t lift your feet any more than you have to. that’s the easiest way to fall.” she’s still hovering.

meme.

[brainwrangler-moved]

@spenried​: “ i’m not gonna let that happen. ” 

HAS   THE   EARTH   STOPPED   ?   ?   or   was   that   her   heart   ?   ?   for   the   words   that   had   been   spoken   out   of   her   own   mouth   have   somehow   returned   to   find   the   inside   of   her   EARS   ,   ,   ❝   really   ?   ?   ❞         watch   as   eyes   BLINK   AWAY   confusion   and   see   the   WEIGHT   of   her   emotions   slam   downwards   (   shuttering   )   and   crumbling   into   a   pile   of   guilt   ,   ,      ❝   no   one   has   told   me   that   before   ❞      she   allowed   an   honesty   to   leave   her   for   the   doctor   could   manage   a   “im   okay   really”   or   “   don't   worry   ill   be   fine   !   ”   for   she   knows   he   knows   she   would   be   LYING   ,   ,   so   hear   odd   honest   words   to   leave   her   in   a   fashion   that   would   suggest   it   was   easier   to   admit   than   accept   ,   ,   ❝   i   -   are   you   sure   ?   ?   ❞

[repentantshe]

                    @spenried​ said:  “ i’m not gonna let that happen. ”

               is he arrogant or just certain? her radar seems warped and bent under the pressure of many years, that and her lack of interaction with anyone other than her best friends has added to the fact that she cant decipher where he stands. he doesn’t blink too much it seems, maybe he’s trying to assure her he isn’t lying but again she can’t be too sure. teeth chew on the inside of her cheek as she keeps eye contact with special agent reid. he, out of the masses that gathered to inspect the murderers daughter, seemed to be the least hostile. for now. 

                “ you can fight it all you want, doesn’t change the inevitable. “ 

                 “ not many a places you can hide me he won’t look. he’ll go through all of you to do it, he won’t care. he’s like a damn dog, a mangy rabies filled dog that’s starving for one particular cut of meat. me. “ 

                 her words settle on the steel table top and she returns to her silence, resolving to rest easily in the cold metal chair and let the icy sensation seep into her skin. it felt easier to be numb, cold than to let the fear or anger well under her skin to turn her pinker than a rose and her eyes a vibrant green. she need not say too much anyway, they already knew everything right? like how under her house was five bodies, and under the gas station? she’d forgotten by now. he’d been doing this for years, long before she was born and long before he killed her mother. 

                 she could give her daddy that, at least he was consistent. 

[heassassin-a]

                    ‘ it was a mistake to keep this single knife in my heart for so long. but it’s my knife. and my heart, too, ’     @spenried​.