#undred

[desafia]

@undred​ elena sent:  “  if you’re gonna stay here you can’t be sober so either take the fruity beer or the shitty wine or let me be vibe in peace.  ” 

            eyes glance between the woman and the aforementioned alcohol.  it’s been years since she has tasted any,  and even longer since she got intoxicated.  the last time she can recall was graduation day.  and that is something she would rather not remember.  so perhaps,  not being sober isn’t such a bad idea.  mags steps towards the cocktail table and simply takes a hold of both options of bottle.   “  okay,  ”  she turns round to look at elena again.  if she’s going to stay she might as well not hold back.  she repeats the word like it’s the first time she’s ever said it  (  it might just be  )  “  vibes.  ”

[desafia]

@undred sent:  “ if you need me, don’t hesitate to wake me. “ / nikita

↳ characters waking up/going to bed together

            the two of them are not so different.  while she looks at the other woman and sees strengths she doesn’t possess,  she recognizes something in her she does have.  a strong will.  the ability to persevere even after being broken.  common ground draws them together.  there’s a gentle expression on magnolia’s features when she speaks.  nikita seems to understand this too:  nights are the hardest when you have monsters in your past.  mattress dips and duvet wrinkles as one of her knees presses into it where she stands at the other side of the bed.  nikita was in the process of pulling the covers back while she was speaking,  but mags interrupts her now.  she leans forward  (  taking advantage of how she’s leaned over the middle of the bed  )  and presses her lips to the other’s cheek.   

she’s not supposed to let herself need anyone.  but there’s something about nikita that makes her trust the help she’s offered her,  makes her feel like this is solid.  she won’t slip away.  magnolia feels stronger when she’s near her.  and that alone might help her face her nightmares. 

[desafia]

@undred sent: “ are you sleeping? “ / riley

           voice is a sweet whisper in the dark and it doesn’t fall upon deaf ears.  sleep seems to be a rather fickle thing for magnolia now.  in the lab,  it was strangely easy.  perhaps,  because she typically knew what to expect.  nothing was going to get into her room and no one was going to take her out of it until it was working hours. but the outside world is unpredictable.  and her mind has so much more to digest and think of,  things to sense.  it keeps her awake.  so she turns over to look towards the other woman.  small shake of her head.   “  no sleep tonight.  ”  though it could be morning.  the moon is still out and that’s what she focuses on.  she reaches for the other woman’s hair,  finger brushing over blue colored strands.  “  you’re awake?  ”

[desafia]

@dervoured sent: ◘ to grab my muses jaw forcing them to look at yours / aspen

         she’s done it again.  gotten distracted by the things in her head,  pulled away by what lies beyond her flesh.  in truth,  she can’t always tell when there’s really something or someone there,  or when it’s just her brain forgetting dreams are for the night.  but aspen’s fingers slide across her features and take a firm hold of her jaw.  her face is turned towards the other woman and her eyes focus back onto her.  magnolia blinks a moment.  then she smiles at aspen and lifts her own hand to rest against her wrist.  she forgot they were doing something important.  so her smile turns into something a little sheepish.  eyes turn towards the guy tied up in front of them.  “  no lying,  ”  she murmurs.  he might be a coward,  but he’s answering aspen’s questions to the best of his knowledge.  which isn’t much.  “  he’s not important.  empty head. ”

[desafia]

@undred sent: hiding their face in the other’s neck / freya 

          they’re laying on a spare blanket she’d found,  carefully smoothed over the grass a little ways from the main house.  with the sun just set,  the stars are out on full display.  and mags just can’t quite seem to take her eyes off of them.  she was rarely outside to begin with while in captivity.  and even less so during the night or in a place to really appreciate it.  she’d painted a night sky on one of the walls of her cell and sometimes she’d just sit on the end of her bed and stare at until she could pretend it was real.  “  i missed the moon,  ”  she whispers into the night air.  tears spring to her eyes and why she doesn’t know.  she’s safe here and she’s content.  maybe even happy.  mags blinks rapidly before she turns towards freya.  one of her hands grasp at the other woman’s shirt as she pushes herself closer.  she presses her face into her neck and shoulder,  nuzzling against her with closed eyes.  “  did the moon miss me back?  ”  her voice is muffled against her skin.  all the beautiful things she loved remained the same without her to love them.  as if she was never there to begin with.  

[desafia]

“  people like me don’t get to have peace.  ”   aspen

angst meme || @undred

             there’s a heartbroken expression which ripples in her eyes,  hazel hue is darkened by the understanding of her sentiment.  they were children when they were brought into this kind of life.  there is no real frame of reference for them to look back to.  they have no shining examples of what they’re supposed to rebuild themselves into.  they never got a chance to have an identity outside of what they became.  mags draws in a slow breath.  lips press together and she moves closer,  wraps her arms around aspen’s middle then tucks her head under her chin.  she can hear the other woman’s heart beating in her chest.  it’s a comforting sound. “  then we live at war together.  ”

[desafia]

“  if i loved you less,  i might be able to talk about it more.  ”    aspen

memes || @caestillo

            aspen is not often a woman of many words.  and magnolia has learned there’s always more going on beneath the surface  (  there is with most people  ).  she always puts on such a strong exterior,  poised and stoic,  precise with the words she does choose.  maybe tantalus didn’t take her voice the same way mags has felt hers is lost.  but they still have stolen so much.  it’s made it difficult for the other woman to put words to everything that beats in her heart.  magnolia takes a step closer and lifts her hand to the other’s features,  fingers brushing along her jawline.   “  just feel,  ”  she urges softly.  she leans forward and presses a kiss to her chin before whispering  “  think of me.  ”  she doesn’t need her words.  she just needs her.  she knows the thoughts aspen holds for her and they are ones which only ever fill her with warmth.  

[desafia]

@undred sent: “  i’m sorry— i shouldn’t have kissed you i just…  ” / aspen 

            “  no—  ”  the word is quickly uttered with a shake of her head.  her hand lifts to touch aspen’s jaw,  thumb brushing against her skin.  however uncertain things might bet between them right now she never wants the other woman to feel guilt for her feelings.  she never wants her to regret opening herself up to her.  she has a beautiful heart and it should never have had to have been buried as deeply as it is.  she steps back closer to her,  earnestness in her gaze  “  don’t say sorry.  not for your heart.  ”