hush a bye baby.

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@thatnecrobeau.

                    the silent thing is quick to grab the wrist of the aussie, dragging him into                     her tent so as elsa doesn’t see his arrival; lou wants time with him. just                     him and them and so she can propose something.                     lithe fingers dangle some mistletoe up in the air, her lips puckered, a                     small smile tugging at the corners, dimpling her cheeks.                     she wants him to feel festive because she does.. and because she wants                     very much to ask him, in her own special way, if he’d take her away from                     the show.. just for a few nights. just for christmas.. and maybe new years,                     and maybe easter.. maybe forever.

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❝Hey– H E Y Y Y Y !! Don’t act so paranoid now; I’m only here to talk!!❞

            He puts up his hands ( I have nothing to            hide ) & throws on that grin, as he saunters           over to her in jive manner, arms now loosely           swinging by his sides.

❝…let’s start with introductions, hm? Get to know each other? I’m RICHARD SPENCER. You??❞

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                   it must be noted that she doesn’t lower the knife. because                    lou had a bad feeling about him ( about any man, really, but                    especially him ). unable to give a verbal response, lou merely                    taps the board in front of her, laying down. ( it would be stood                    up when her act began ) which detailed her name and act.

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      liz’s place in her worn copy of 1984 is precariously       kept with a slip of her pointer digit; eyes drifting down       to the newspaper pushed to her. she inspects it       silently for a moment before finally raising her question:

         ❛ ── WHAT am i supposed to be looking at?? ❜

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                    louise sighs, tapping the page once again. she’d drawn over the                     words, drawn liz, in all her lobby-lounging glory.

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HE peered up from the piano, a small smile reserved for her and her alone. “Only an untitled sonata, my lovely.”

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                   ❛ o- oh. ❜ she grins, sitting down to run her fingers over a few keys before pressing on them, the start of swan lake playing out. she was teaching herself things by watching him play and this was one of a few melodies she’d picked out, but it tapers off, ❛ ca- can you play anymore of it? ❜

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@richardspencer.

                    lou doesn’t trust STRANGERS very often.. and                     this is no exception. she shrinks back against                     the spinning board elsa had been toying with,                     her fingers still clasped around her knife which                     she’d been polishing.

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yo, i’m back from germany so LIKE THIS FOR A STARTER!

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‘ you, my dear, are what i call a LOST CAUSE. ‘            he gives out a ROAR of laughter.        ‘ hell, WE ALL ARE LOST CAUSES. look at the bible? you look like a white christian girl, following his ordeals and listening through and through. ‘         his hand LURCHES OUT and grabs at her chin, tugging her closer to him.        ‘ look at you, no tongue.    can’t speak your mind AT ALL. THIS is what god has given you. yet you’re still a believer ! ‘       he lets go, his hand now finding sanctuary on her cheek; the pad of his thumb dusting over her rosy cheek.       ‘ this is what god had in store for you ? no no, you were just blind and now you can’t speak. a wonder to all, i say. ‘

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                    not good.. not good... this was not good. all of this because of her small cross around her neck. not good. the small thing obediently moves when he pulls her near even though there are tears pooling in her mismatched eyes. his words echo in her mind as he speaks, causing damp eyes to flutter shut, though her fists remain clenched in fear. god didn’t show her mercy, or any form of love when she was birthed, when she made no cry of triumph.. her fingers twine in the soft chain of her necklace, pouting as she looks upon him again.                     she shook away her doubts and plump lips move in silent prayer. this was not a situation she wanted to be in, and maybe god would prevail once for her.

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                 ❝ room SIXTY THREE. ❞ he then says aloud, eyes locked with the door and the                    two perfectly shaped numbers. ❝ right by my office, well, what used to be. ❞ he                    lets out a sigh, dragging his gaze away and now focusing on the woman. ❝ how                    RUDE of me not to introduce myself. the name’s james patrick march but please                     mr. march is fine. ❞

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                    louise nods slowly at his comments, unable to introduce herself without fishing                     her small notepad from the waist band of her skirt, the pencil from her hair and                     writing her name, showing it to him. LOUISE. he was cryptic to her. she didn’t                     understand what any of this meant -- him saying he built the place, saying he                     had an office.

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                    louise whines again, dragging her hand back, reclaiming it as she                     tries to settle herself -- which isn’t useful; he intrudes on her with                     no warning, no instruction. she grabs at the covers, her leg spreading                     further a little to allow more room.                     she smiles a little, chewing her lip, slowly getting herself used to this                     attention and although she struggles to relax her muscles, louise is able                     to lay flat. her hips writhe under his touch and small squeaks fall from                     her lips as he presses into her heat.                     lou’s fingers outstretch once again, this time fumbling blindly until they                     can tangle in his hair, the other hand joining it in time, trying to get more                     from him -- she’d tasted blood and she wanted more.

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@tcngueless

❝ i built this hotel, you know, secret rooms and endless hallways. ah,  this place is a true beauty.  ❞ 

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                   she didn’t ask for the information, only wanted to make her way from her room                    ( number 63 ) and down to the lobby, but upon stepping out of her room, was                    greeted with the tones of the man. louise blinks and shrugs, taking him to be                    joking. the hotel was far older than he looked.

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                    somewhere in the recesses of her mind, the part that wasn’t                     being clouded with her new lust and pleasure, she felt like a                     whore -- like the women her mother used to preach about; she                     didn’t know the man, didn’t know his name or why he wanted                     her like this. she’d just succumbed to him.                                         ------ but she didn’t care. not really. and especially                     not as his cool fingers laced with her warm slender ones. louise                     tensed her muscles without thinking when his fingers teased so                     cruelly. quickly replaced by his tongue and oh, she whimpers                     at that. smooth legs tremble as he moves against her and she                     bends a knee, back arching.                     with no name to whine and no way to whine it, louise made                     another tender moan, her fingers squeezing, nails digging into the                     top of his hand, eyes screwed shut. the waves of pleasure were                     almost too much. so much to try and process in one go.

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[hirxeth]

“One day I will need your help. All of my bones are broken.”

Sleeping Beauty (2011) dir. Julia Leigh

[hirxeth]

“Rise up and walk, none of your bones are broken.”

Sleeping Beauty (2011) dir. Julia Leigh

[hirxeth]

“Rise up and walk, none of your bones are broken.”

Sleeping Beauty (2011) dir. Julia Leigh

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