#submergingdespondent

[inundatingintoxicant]

All things lost are found in the end | closed | Bastien

Currently, Josephine stood, trembling and dithering, water dripping off the end of her nose. She was completely alone, now, and afraid - she heard people, coming closer- wait, or was it one person? She couldn't tell...she didn't want to, either, she wanted to disappear - but the closest she could do to that was be invisible. There was a creak of the floor boards in the doorway next to her, and she hid further into the corner. Whatever breath she may have had, it was hitching in her throat. Or would have been- Violet eyes wide with fear, Josephine let out a small whimper, her vocals echoing the room eerily. It sounded as though they were under water, muffled by bubbles. It was an almost pleasant surprise for her, when, of course, her brother emerged from the darkness of the corridor and into her current room.

[inundatingintoxicant]

Bastien

submergingdespondent With her arms securely holding herself, in an effort to keep whatever warmth she had within her waterproof jacket, Josephine hurried to Bastien's tent, dithering as her hood flew back for the third time on her trip. She hadn't a clue what was happening around the place, but she was scared, pitifully so, and all she wanted was to be with her brother. She muttered to herself, foot landing in a large puddle, and the water spilled into her wellies. Lip quivering, she hurried to his tent, soon appearing in the entrance, bedraggled and cold, "Seb? I want a hug."

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( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ((god he'll feel so awkward just fuck him up))

“Hey dude, there’s a party in my pants and you’re invited.”

[inundatingintoxicant]

closed | Bastien | Pretend

Toddling into the hallway of her home, Josephine sucked on her thumb, as her brother trailed through the door. Their parents weren’t home, at that moment, and had left Josephine in her room to her own devices. 

Her owlish gaze followed Bastien’s figure up the stairs, scampering after him as she did. For every two steps he took, she clambered up them like they were mountains, feeling accomplished when she had reached the top. She returned to sucking her thumb, waddling over to the door of Bastien’s small room, peeking through the gap. 

“Seb, I want to play!” 

[inundatingintoxicant]

Closed | Bastien | Don't let me drown

It was early morning and Josephine had finally convinced Bastien to have a day out with her - she hadn't gotten him or done anything for his birthday, and so she was rather happy to be doing this with him. She'd also hoped to ask him more about his time before the circus, as he hadn't exactly gone into depth - she understood why, he didn't trust her, but now she was hopeful that he'd changed his mind. All she wanted to know was whether his life had gotten better; she wouldn't be pleased if it hadn't, as he deserved to be happy after his childhood. As she walked along she hummed to herself, a soft tune, and soon a lake had started to appear. It looked beautiful, the morning sun draping over the landscape and dancing on the lake's surface. With a smile, she asked, "shall we go down there?" submergingdespondent

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[inundatingintoxicant]

Closed || submergingdespondent || zombie au

Petrified. Shocked. Words fall short of how she felt. So short. As soon as she turned, she knew she wouldn't be quick enough - Josephine darted forward, swinging at the dead but it was already too late. Bastien was bitten. She screamed out, her throat burning from the force of her voice but he couldn't hear. She didn't stop, though. She carried on, slashing away and avoiding being bitten herself. But why was she fighting so hard? Why? He was gone. He would be dead soon. He would be one of /them/. "Seb?" She called, as she managed to sink her knife into the zombie's head, yanking it's rotting flesh away from Bastien. She saw the bite, mouth agape as blood poured from it. It was on his neck, and so there was no chance to save him. "Mon dieu," she breathed, "Seb?"