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[treasuredisle]

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[silvurs]

𝘼 𝘽𝙍𝙊𝙆𝙀𝙉 𝙈𝙄𝙍𝙍𝙊𝙍,  a whisper , ⠀some foreign tongue pinching his skin ⠀. ⠀it’s his face staring back ⠀. ⠀they are playing ⠀( in ⠀the ⠀𝑀 UD ) ⠀at being soldiers ⠀, ⠀until it’s no longer make believe .   tobacco still sticks to his skin ⠀, ⠀like a fleeting echo and he swore he’d give it up once the trenches were past ⠀, ⠀ but god ⠀, ⠀his lungs long to feel that tainted air .

they ⠀⠀are not his children

⠀⠀❛ ⠀⠀𝖮’ 𝖢𝖴𝖱𝖨𝖮𝖲𝖨𝖳𝖸 , 𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖱𝖲 . 𝖡𝖴𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖴𝖯 𝖨𝖭 𝖠 𝖯𝖤𝖳𝖳𝖨𝖢𝖮𝖠𝖳 𝖮𝖥 ⠀⠀𝖢𝖮𝖫𝖮𝖴𝖱𝖲. 𝖳𝖨𝖫𝖫 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖯𝖤𝖳𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖥𝖠𝖫𝖫.⠀⠀ ❜

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀little ⠀⠀⠀boy ⠀⠀⠀wonder ⠀⠀⠀( 𝖊 𝖕  ! ) 

𝖗  o s e s ⠀, ⠀ their deep red blemish ⠀, ⠀ sometimes he found them amongst the snow ⠀. ⠀. the first blush of colour ⠀– ⠀ not  𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽  spilling in soft drops to meet the white ⠀– ⠀ liquid blue battling the sky and grey ⠀, ⠀as the clouds merge like cotton in a storm. 

they were hard to pick with their army of thorns ⠀, ⠀ its own plague of decorated medals, each more treacherous than the next ⠀, ⠀ edmund knew . ⠀ and just like nails ⠀, ⠀ over and over till red lines grate against his skin beneath the itching cuffs of his shirt ⠀. ⠀𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 singular, repetitive motion, his eyes search for the red amongst the fields of white.

the house ⠀– ⠀ even that   ,   crumbling at the edges they cannot see  .   old brickwork ( 𝐼 t will not stand, not now    ,   not ever   ,   can you not see those beating winds of anger ?) , mould in the attic with the fold down stairs and the looming threat of smacking your head on the ridge ⠀. ⠀ the house too  . .  in its own absent field and  , ⠀ ‘ oh if that were true you’d never see your friends now, would you?” their mother laughs   .   edmund wonders ,

so strange

friend ⠀, ⠀ a 𝖽͟𝖾͟𝗋͟𝗂͟𝗌͟𝗂͟𝗏͟𝖾͟ 𝗌͟𝗇͟𝗈͟𝗋͟𝗍͟

but he moves away from the window, the glass and its make-believe painting of ⠀(  ‘ what is narnia ? ’ ) ⠀like a shadow he leans against the wall ⠀, ⠀a father  not yet home from the war ⠀, ⠀ strung on wounds not yet healed and their stitches drawing his shoulders straight and sharp like a ⠀⠀      toy soldier

⠀⠀puppet ⠀⠀whisperer

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀❛ ⠀⠀E  VEN ⠀⠀A  ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀T RAITOR ⠀⠀❜

edmund wonders

like some detached memory ⠀, ⠀ his tongue running over his lips ⠀, ⠀ if those blue eyes knew what they were seeing ⠀. ⠀𝑙 akes   , ⠀ absently drifting and a slow tug of air as if there was a rollup perched between his lips ⠀. ⠀ a lump catches in his throat .

a familiar look ⠀, ⠀ and his brother ( 𝑚 - agnificent 𝑜 ‘ ne  ) looms as if on command to his thoughts ⠀, ⠀ half a smile that doesn’t quite reach the stains of mud from their battle worn flesh and bones.

dad ⠀. ⠀ it always falls short of an utterance ⠀. ⠀ and they leave ⠀, ⠀ his shoes biting on the floor ⠀, ⠀ the silence blessed to the winding eyes that drill into the space between his shoulder blades  ⠀ 𝑒 dmund knows he’s watching ⠀. ⠀ almost a whisper ⠀, ⠀ half parted lips, ready, ready to

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀. ⠀⠀ .⠀⠀nothing .

the door falls shut

sometimes he regrets not looking back ⠀. ⠀ but there will always be other days to fight this war ⠀. ⠀ 𝖧𝖴𝖭𝖣𝖱𝖤𝖣𝖲     of other days left now ⠀-- ⠀ an eternity to conquer these fleeting moments ⠀⠀an e ternity to dream of what’s better ⠀⠀than this ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀UNFAMILIAR ⠀⠀⠀⠀HOME .

[the-original-hybrid-niklaus]

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[leiaofrph]

Welcome to Riverdale. The small pristine town where nothing bad ever happens and nothing exciting is ever worth reporting, until of course, JASON BLOSSOM is found murdered. Now someone under the guise of ‘Anonymous’ is ready to tell everyone’s dirty little secrets and no one in this once small and secluded town is safe. HELLO! We are a brand new riverdale/pll crossover roleplay and it would be amazingly helpful if you gave us a shoutout? Thank you so much!!