#tovska

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@tovska​ // starter call song: ‘candles’ by daughter

“You’re too old to be so shy, he says to me, so I stay the night.” There’s a  w i s t f u l  memory in this admission, and a sort of melancholy, though for what is unclear. He offers a smile to Maurice. “Sometimes you must stay. Sometimes you must make the best of things with a person who wants you.”

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lil soft starter for rhae / @tovska

THE  HEART  OF  FALL  HAS  COME  AND  GONE.  rather than  rich  colors of  the  sunset painting  the  sky  overhead  where  leaves  have  obscured  it,  branches  are  beginning  to  thin  and  reveal  clouds having  painted  the  world  above  their  heads. it’s  gorgeous,  luke  thinks, squeezing  tight  rhae’s gloved  hand  as  they  venture further  into  the  wood.  days  like  this  where  the  cold  is  not  so  sharp  that  it  cannot be  stifled  by  thick  coats  and  scarves will  soon  become rare,  so  today  they  will  make  the  most  of  it.  they  are  not  far  from  home,  but  a  short  adventure  outside will  only  do  them  good.  to  see  the  trees  mark  the  changing  seasons and  feel  the  cool  air  kiss  his  cheeks  is  something  his  dear  friend has  been  deprived  of,  but  no  longer.

“  isn’t  it  pretty?  ” a  different  kind  of  beauty, but  no  lesser. gaze  is  captured by  a  stick  poking  out  between  fallen leaves,  and  he  pauses  in  their  pace  to  pluck  it  from  the  ground and  wipe  the  dirt  off  with  his  coat  sleeve. a nice  stick!  he will  carry  it  for  a  while.  “ you’re  not  too  cold,  are  you?  ”

[defineguilty]

charming smile gets flashed at random patrons as neal weaves his way through the crowd and towards his target. keeping track of him hasn’t been hard -- the guy’s net exactly low-profile when he leaves he house and it didn’t take long for neal to figure out when and where the best point of attack would be, so to speak. hence why he’s currently sliding into a bar-stool in an establishment that’s not exactly his style but will do the job anyway. he raises two fingers towards the bartender, orders a scotch and then lazily rests forward against the counter. as if without any real goal, he lets his gaze drift around the vicinity -- only to stop at the person conveniently next to him. “is it always this crowded here?” // @tovska

[avinkusprince]

starter call // @tovska (maurice)

“You must learn to put yourself in the shoes of someone wiser than u are, and look from that angle.” It isn’t meant to be UNKIND, certainly, when he gives this advice. It’s more from experience than anything, and would seem to evidence his own historical need for such a strategy. “To be stuck in ignorance, to be circumscribed by the walls of ...” He’s starting to speak with the same  L O F T Y  intellectualization, he’s noticed, with which Elphaba so often thwarts him, though it does not carry through; he can’t wield such a precise blade. “To limit to yourself would be a disservice.”

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@tovska // mary starter call (for rhae) 

[[ It’s a little harder for me. Dyslexia’s part of the problem, ]] Mary remarks unhappily. ‘As if I didn’t have enough working against me already!’ her expression seems to say. Displeasure is a transient thing, though, and quickly commuted to excitement as she returns to his question. [[ But I do read, when I can. And books read aloud are great! I really like Jane Austen. How about you? What do you read? ]]

[andessence]

@tovska // plotted starter for quentin.

“So this is where they’re keeping you all bottled up,” Caddy teased, her arm on Quentin’s perhaps in AFFECTION, or perhaps to help her PUSH past him and into his room. Assessing it as it is, temporarily devoid of a roommate, she perches herself on Quentin’s desk, legs crossed. “Y’all got a woods around here? Or a river? A park? I’d go  c r a z y  cooped up in here. Nothin’ like home...”

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@tovska​ <3′d for a starter !

THEY  MADE  THE  GRAVESTONE OUT  OF  SOME  OF  LUKE’S FAVORITE  ROCKS.  it’s  just  gravel, but  they’re  carefully arranged  into  a  little  heart  at  the  head  of  the  freshly disturbed  dirt  that  marks  the  snail’s  final  resting  place. it will  be  alright, luke  knows,  and  surely  the  little  thing  is  at  peace,  but  it’s  tragic nonetheless  that  it  did  not  live  the  full  extent of  its  life.  or  maybe  it  did,  they  don’t  really  know  how  it  died.  

there  are  two  white  carnations luke  plucked  from  his  garden, one  of  which  he  offers to  elwin  to  be  placed on  the  grave.

“  what  do  you  think,  elwin? have  we  done  enough?  maybe  I  should say  a  few  words.  ”

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CONTINUED / @tovska

“  FUCK  OFF,  GREEN  BITCH.  ” words, neither clear nor horrifically slurred, are spoken too loudly, and an unsteady middle finger is raised in defiance, not to luke, but to the idea of going to bed at all. the night is young (it’s only two in the morning ) and the rain hasn’t stopped outside, and he’s not sure he’s far enough gone to let himself sleep. there needs to be pain the next morning, agony through his body. his memories need to be gone, and he needs to concern himself with finding them. where had the marginally more sober jameson hidden the alcohol covertly purchased, lest his host toss it out like he had everything else? a frustrated line appears between his brows, and one hand traces the wall for steadiness as he moves towards a likely location.

“ it’s not time for that yet. i still —- shit! ” he stubs his toe, but moves on without further complaint, “ you see, it’s a process. you have to drink until you forget.half - assing it is just cowardice, and i ain’t a coward. ” so brazen is he that the colloquialism, absent the usual cursing, would have seemed measured, had he not been stumbling, limping now from his sore toe, toward the kitchen. “ you should have a drink too. loosen up. ”

HE  DOESN’T LIKE  THE  GESTURE OR  THE  CURSES UNSTEADILY  TOSSED  AT  HIM,  he  doesn’t  like  that  the  source  of  such  things is  not  the  marred  mind,  but  one  that  simply doesn’t  care,  but they’re  disregarded  in  favor  of  following the  wavering  form  clinging  to  the  wall  for  support. he  doesn’t  offer  his  hand,  nor  an  arm  for  balance,  but  remains  by  his  guest’s  side.

“  you  know  what  I  think? ”  luke  circles  around in  front  of  the  other, walking  backward  as  jameson  presses forward,  intent  on  drowning himself  in  poison apparently  stashed  somewhere in  this  house  and  luke  wants  to  know  why. jameson  just  said  it  himself ‘until  you  forget’, which  is  nothing luke  didn’t  already  know,  but  if  he  tries  to  pretend like  replacing  his  blood  with  alcohol  is  for  fun,  luke won’t  be  fooled. “  I  think  you’re afraid  of  what  happens  when  you  don’t  drink. cowardice  isn’t  not  drinking jameson.  that  would  be  very  brave  indeed.  ”  and  bravery is  in  the  question  he  poses  absent of  any  waver  in  his  tone.  “  what  are  you  trying  to  forget,  jameson? ”