May 9, 2025
Trevor Deely, a 22-year-old bank worker, mysteriously vanished in Dublin in December 2000 after a Christmas party, and his fate remains unkn
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Trevor Deely, a 22-year-old bank worker, mysteriously vanished in Dublin in December 2000 after a Christmas party, and his fate remains unkn
𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐖, 𝐁𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐏. when she spies him from her peripheral, she ignores the ache in her chest and begins cleaning a dirty plate with 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚢. ❝ did he go down okay? he’s been FUSSY for me the past few nights. ❞
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“i can’t believe i’m stuck with you.”
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her head tilts up at the entrance, and she smiles upon seeing his face. quick to her feet, she skips towards the boy. comfort settles in her chest warmly, and her arms slip around his neck, forcing her onto her toes. her nose wrinkles fondly. “ you smell like dog. “ / @unsolvedcase.
ashton emerson. your birth name is enough to stop you dead in your tracks, veins running cold, heartbeat accelerating. you haven’t heard ashton in years, especially not from the mouth of someone you don’t know. ( you were on the news before, but it was years ago, headlines blaring: house fire kills all but one, ashton emerson wanted as suspect. ) since then, you’ve changed, body covered in tattoos, facial hair lying where it hadn’t before, scars twisting across your skin. GRIEF CHANGED YOU, aged you. you thought you looked different enough.
evidently, you were mistaken.
though your mind is reeling, your composure is calm, confused, as if he has the wrong person. make them doubt themselves, not you. “ are you ——— are you talking to me? ” burnt hand is conveniently hidden away within the pocket of your hoodie, concealing any evidence that you might have ever been involved in a fire. ( you got that burn trying to save them, but the entire world’s convinced it was done on purpose, that your purity and kindness of your youth had all been an ellaborate act. ) “ because i don’t know an ashton. ” @unsolvedcase
‘ okay, this is explainable. ’ hands are barely touching the roof, fingertips effectively glued to the ceiling. he wishes this was the first time he’d been caught hanging like ——— well, a spider. or a bat. is he batman 2.0 now? oh boy, hello copy right lawsuit. ‘ very explainable. nothing weird going on. very normal, you know? so, you could just walk away. then i wouldn’t have to explain it. no point explaining normal things, right? yeah? good plan. ’
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this is so dramatic
says the one who pulled the davina death card
THIS IS HOW A WARRIOR KNOWS FEAR: take her heart clean apart and ask her to entrust someone to put it back together. She sits too stiffly, a clean fork poised in her hand having no intention to be used. Nothing on her plate has been touched. HOW CAN SHE EAT? How can she force something down when something else is clawing its way up? It sits on her tongue like a spoonful of medicine, bitter and acrid, a punishment more than a cure. They have been little more than strangers for weeks now, though she knows what his hipbones feel like pressed to hers and can still remember the map she traced across his back of every constellation his freckles represented. What do you do when you love someone so much that you know better than to tell him so? She wants to swallow the medicine; instead, she says, ❝ I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING. ❞
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