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❛ i’m not helping you do anything! ❜ / except he probably will
some ancient meme // @yankeeballs
“ Oh, but Jackson, you will help me. You will help me, and know you why? ” Her voice was soft and a little grim, belying the smile that curled at the edges of her lips, mirthless and devoid of humor. “ Because this is as much your mess as it is mine. Have you forgotten? I do pray you remember, quickly. ”
he helps her with her merry band of ruffians as well.
- @yankeeballs referring to alana’s dogs
SADDLE CREEK
IT WAS THE BIGGEST EVENT THAT SADDLE CREEK HAS EVER COME BY -- THE PRESIDENT HIMSELF WILL BE ARRIVING. Malena was more than excited, so excited she put the time to go to the town next door and request for a gown to be custom designed for such occasion. It has been a long time since Malena had the time to get fully dolled it -- it reminded her of the days prior to her uncle's death. It was only until inheriting everything that she had to ditch the fine luxurious lifestyle she had in order to change herself for this town.
Dressed in an all white, blue floral gown with sleeves that hung off her shoulders, Malena walked in the streets of Saddle Creek in full confidence. It wasn't until she had turned the corner of the street and bumped into the notorious Jackson. With sass, Malena flicked opened her fan and began to wave it over her chest.
" Never thought that I'll see you all dressed sharply, " The Italian woman told him, rolling her eyes a little. There was a way how he looked at her as if he was trying to say something but was holding back. @yankeeballs
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❝ SORRY, I couldn’t help but ... take a look. ❞ OH, IF ONLY she had stopped there ! Clearly, she has done more than simply take a look through his personal conversations ( and NOT ONLY those work - related ). It appears the surgeon has busy nights ! The younger girl shrugs; she’s not intentioned to judge his life choices. AT LEAST not out loud ! ❝ I don’t know, I was just thinking that you seem like a good guy. You deserve someone who truly cares about you and not just ... some girl. ❞ she doesn’t look at him, not when he could easily notice. CAN’T SHE KEEP HER OPINION TO HERSELF ? Or is she purposely voicing her thoughts ? Nothing she does is ever done without a precise intent.
She held a certain faith in Homer’s word, the gentle promise made that he would be there to clean up any of the mess that was left in the wake of her mishaps. Some were heavy handed, that was a fact, and something she had long since grown used to, but the more the drifted in and out through the town, the more aggressive of those found their way to the saloon and to the dahlia’s room. This was no unintentional harm, hair hanging loose across her cheek to cover the heavy bruising that had blossomed over her eye, the careful split that ran under the bone that had left her cheek sticky with blood – and yet she still stood to smile when his head appeared around the door.
“H-heya, darlin’! Sorry to get y'out here like this… Bit of a mess.”
@yankeeballs || saddle creek starters
@yankeeballs / sc.
she needs air, the swarm of people start to feel like they’re SUFFOCATING !! half the people inside are strangers, friends of friends of friends. it was supposed to be a party for her, but she can’t get away fast enough from the fake pleasantries and cold cheek kisses. three times now, she’s almost kissed someone on the lips for trying to go the same way as her. the right. always the right.
london air is quick to soothe her face. the air feels different here than paris, calmer. hand digs into her purse, retrieving a cigarette that’s placed between her lips. lighter flicks, and flicks again, and again. nothing. putain ! french is muttered between teeth as she drops hands in frustration. the sound of someone clearing their throat nearly startles her. head whips to the source, another stranger, who she assumes to be trying to get out of the noise just as her. he’s holding a lit flame out towards her. she pauses for a moment, staring at the flame before leaning in and FINALLY lighting the paper between her lips. deep inhale. exhale. ❛ thank you. —— i didn’t know anyone else was out here. ❜
❛ homer , like the guy who wrote all those old poems ? ❜
she bites her lip , as if she expects herself to know the titles without asking . finally , she smiles and stops searching for what isn’t there . beaming bright at him , she nudges him with her shoulder playfully .
❛ i never read any of ‘em , but i think i remember not payin’ attention to it in school. oh well , not like i needed classical studies to do nursin’ anyway . ❜
゜゜・ @yankeeballs ・゜゜ ⎨ starter call ! ⎬
@yankeeballs --------- THE EVENING WAS finally drawing to a close , another night of ledgers , alternating coy smiles which promise discretion and stern looks which demand respect and order . it was a comfort , to return to their private chambers , to leave the mantle of madam at the door and enter simply as susan .
the room itself was not empty , and even from the doorway she could see dearest HUSBAND on the couch. his back was to her , and she imagined that he might be reading, perhaps , or even lost in some thought as was his want . regardless , the sight blooms a soft smile upon her expression . she does not announce her presence aside from the soft click of the door shut behind her , and her approach is silent .
hands come to rest on his shoulders as she leans down to press a single kiss to his cheek . “ good evening , husband , ” she murmurs before drawing herself back up. hands begin to work his shoulders in a gentle kneading rhythm . it feels nice to come back to this quiet solitude at the end of the night --- to come back to him . “ tell me about your day . ”
