[tideswell]

narissa  tidewell,  a  original  character  brought  to  life  by  jinxs  :  she's  a  collector  of  haunted  things,  inherited  magic  that's  unwanted  &  places  that  refuse  to  stay  behind,  that  are  left  in  her  reflection  of  the  haunted  mirror:  weather  wood  stained  with  salt  &  smoke,  barstools  polished  by  what  once  was  ghost  &  even  then,  it's  empty;  half  finished  prophecies  tucked  into  jacket  pockets  &  pant  pockets,  old  lighters  that  never  run  out  of  flame  that  carries  the  secrets  of  immortality.  pressed  flowers  from  funerals  no  one  remembers  attending  &  using  them  as  a  pin  of  places  she  had  once  dreamed  of.  black  cats  who  always  seem  to  know  their  way  home  with  the  art  of  survival.  daughterhood  shaped  by  nothing  but  fire  &  ash,  followed  by  the  helping  hand  of  grief  passed  down  with  curses  that  were  mistaken  for  family  traditions.

an  archivist  of  impossible  things,  soft  &  hauntings  &  names  whispered  through  the  flickering  candlelight  &  carried  through  the  static  as  she  was  draped  in  folklore  that  was  stitched  into  scar  tissue,  with  witchcraft  inherited  through  instinct  rather  than  instruction.  carrying  the  hauntings  of  abandoned  churches,  the  sorrows  &  sins  that  came  with  forgotten  motel  rooms  that  held  sleepless  nights,  wrapping  around  with  highways  leading  to  nowhere  in  particular.

                          A  woman  forever  standing  between  ordinary  &  divine.

              GUIDELINES  —  DOSSIER  —  MEMES  &  PROMPTS  —  PINTRIST

we're  exploring  the  seas  in  :  old  gods  that  answer  in  riddles,  family  curises  &  dynamics  that  carry  the  scent  of  smoke  lingering  after  the  fire  crash  &  burns  with  the  power  of  water  &  learning  the  art  of  surviving  what  should  have  killed  you,  only  makes  you  stronger.

[tideswell]

breaking  news  :  !!!  i  brought  an  original  character  onto  the  dash  fully  expecting  to  be  perceived  by  approximately  three  people  &  a  trash  panda.  instead,  ya'll  have  been  in  my  inbox,  liking  my  nonsense,  plotting  w/  me,  sending  asks  &  generally  enabling  rissa's  existence.

truly  though,  thank  you.  every  single  message,  every  interaction,  every  little.  'hey,  i  have  an  idea.'  has  made  it  so  much  easier  to  settle  her  in  here.  truth  is  :  i  was  hesitant  because  ocs  can  feel  like  you're  showing  up  to  a  family  reunion  nobody  invited  you  to,  but  you  all  have  made  me  feel  like  she  belongs  somewhere.

so  thanks  for  helping  breathe  life  into  this  weird  little  bartender.  ya'll  are  the  reason  she's  become  more  than  just  notes  scribbled  in  my  docs  folder.  🖤

[tideswell]

" i don't like the idea of being out here on my own. " ( <- iris ! )

✷  𓆙  @gro2esq ⟶  OPEN  TAB. ✷  𓆙  i  don't  like  the  idea  of  being  out  here  on  my  own.  "  (  <-  iris  !  )   ⟶        ONE             PROMPT             SERVED.

rissa  glanced  towards  iris  before  letting  her  gaze  drift  into  the  darkness  stretching  beyond  &  around  them,  quiet  for  a  beat  as  if  listening  to  something  only  she  could  hear,  off  in  the  distance.  a  faint  smirk  tugged  at  the  corner  of  her  mouth,  though  it  softened  almost  immediately  before  her  gaze  shifted  back  towards  iris.

“  then  d͟o͟n͟t͟  be  out  here  on  your  own  .”

the  words  were  simple  :  straight  to  the  point,  in  a  ‘  matter  of  fact  ’  tone  of  voice,  but  somewhere  beneth  those  words  was  an  unexpected  warmth  beneath  them.  she  adjusted  the  strap  over  her  shoulder  &  took  a  few  slow  steps  closer  until  they  were  standing  side  by  side,  inches  away  from  one  another.

“  i  wasn't  planning  on  disappearing  anytime  soon.  ”  her  vision  swept  over  the  treeline  again  before  settling  on  iris.  “  besides  [  .  .  .  ]  if  there  is  something  out  there  dumb  enough  to  come  looking  for  trouble  .”  her  arms  slipped  around  iris's,  both  as  she  squeezed.  “  it  will  have  to  get  t͟h͟r͟o͟u͟g͟h͟  ͟m͟e͟   first.  ”  she  huffed  with  a  quiet  laugh.  “  so  until  we  get  back,  you  don't  have  to  do  this  along.  i've  got  you.  ”

[tideswell]

[savor.] sender deliberately slows their rhythm, intent on lasting as long as possible.

✷  𓆙  @gatekeepcr ⟶  OPEN  TAB. ✷  𓆙  [savor.]   sender  deliberately  slows  their  rhythm,  intent  on  lasting  as  long  as  possible.  ⟶       ONE           PROMPT           SERVED.

rissa's  breath  hitched  as  she  realized  exactly  what  the  other  woman  was  doing  as  the  corner  of  her  mouth  tugged  into  a  crooked  smile.  “  you're  doing  that  on  purpose,  ”  she  whispered  just  beneth  her  breath  with  a  warm  &  quiet  ausement.  she  leaned  in,  carefully  until  their  foreheads  nearly  touched,  fingers  carssing  the  woman's  arm  before  settling  there.  “  you  somehow  always  manage  to  make  me  wait.  ”  it  was  meant  as  a  tease  rather  than  a  complaint  more  than  anything  else  as  her  eyes  lingered  on  hers  with  the  unmistakeable  affection  —  narissa  didn't  do  anything  with  strings  attached  because  that's  how  someone  always  got  hurt.  however,  instead  of  rushing  the  moment,  she  allowed  herself  sink  into  it,  savor  the  closeness,  the  shared  smiles  &  the  unspoken  understanding  between  them  :  for  someone  who  was  always  running  towards  the  next  thing  ;  this  time,  she  didn't  mind  standing  still  just  for  a  moment.

[tideswell]

[S] gives [R] their coat despite the cold. ( <- cain ! )

✷  𓆙  @gro2esq ⟶  OPEN  TAB. ✷  𓆙  [  S  ]   gives   [  R  ]   their  coat  despite  the  cold.     ⟶      ONE         PROMPT         SERVED.

the  coat  was  offered  and  all  rissa  could  do  was  stare  at  it,  longer  than  she  probably  should  have  until  her  eyes  flickered  from  the  worn  fabric  to  cain's  face  before  letting  out  a  quiet,  incredulous  laugh.  “  you're  an  idiot,  you  know  ?  ”  she  muttered,  though  there  wasn't  much  bite  behind  the  words.  “  you're  gonna  freeze.  ”  still,  she  didn't  reject  the  coat,  instead,  she  slipped  it  over  her  shoulders  :  letting  the  warmth  linger  that  was  trapped  within  made  her  chest  tighten  in  a  way  that  she  often  refused  to  ackowledge.  it  smelled  faintly  of  smoke,  worn  leather  &  him.  Her  fingers  curled  around  the  lapels  as  she  glanced  at  him,  expression  softening  despite  everything  within.  “  .  .  .  I  hate  that  this  is  kind  of  sweet,  ”  she  admitted  somewhere  beneth  her  next  breath  before  nudging  his  arm  with  her  shoulder.  “  If  you  end  up  with  frostbite,  i'm  telling  everyone  it  was  your  own  damn  fault.  ”  yet,  she  never  once  made  a  move  to  hand  the  coat  back.

[absolmemes]

☾ intimacy action prompts.

some prompts exploring the affectionate side of lust. mature audiences only; do not interact if you are a minor. add +reverse to reverse the roles. combine prompts by sending multiple at once. only use these prompts to portray consensual scenarios.

[mwah.] sender kisses receiver slowly, keeping their mouths joined even while moving inside them.

[stroke.] sender gently runs their hands through receiver's hair during sex.

[nestle.] sender buries their face in receiver's neck, planting kisses against it mid-fuck.

[safety.] sender and receiver experiment together as friends.

[held.] sender intertwines their fingers with receivers while having sex.

[steady.] sender holds receiver's trembling hands down gently against the sheets.

[comfort.] sender makes love to receiver after a rough day.

[borrow.] sender wears receiver's shirt/sweater while they have sex.

[confession.] sender murmurs "i love you" against receiver's skin.

[tease.] sender peppers kisses at receiver's stomach before dipping lower.

[worship.] sender worships receiver's body / chest / thighs / arms / back with touch, kisses, and praise.

[tender.] sender gently traces their fingers along receiver's scars.

[guide.] sender moves receiver's hand where they need it most.

[check-in.] sender pauses every few thrusts to ensure receiver is handling things okay.

[grind.] sender ruts against receiver through their clothing.

[first.] sender, being more experienced, guides receiver through their first time.

[cup.] sender holds receiver's face in their hands and kisses them tenderly.

[hurried.] sender hikes receiver's clothing just far enough to push inside of them.

[savor.] sender deliberately slows their rhythm, intent on lasting as long as possible.

[vice.] sender holds receiver close while finishing inside of them.

[stay.] sender plays with receiver's hair while being cockwarmed by them.

[ohisms]

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐁EYOND 𝐒ALVATION ... ( PART ONE. a collection of dialogue prompts originating from supermassive's 2020 game LITTLE HOPE. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary, mature themes present. )

how long have you been sober?

i heard the first 90 days are the toughest.

i know it doesn't add up, but i get something from holding onto this.

we're going the wrong way!

oh please, [ NAME ], could you not patronize me?

hey, can you keep it down please?

you know i hate it when you don't take the things i say seriously.

come on sweetheart, i just had a rough day today.

you're drunk, what a surprise!

that's not it, it never is!

you've been saying that for years!

everything looks okay after ten beers.

i could use a little help.

that's a real low blow.

don't you know how tough this is for me?

at least one of us is having a good time.

reminds me of some creepy cult.

this is a valuable, rare, and sought-after collection.

i'd like to have a bath in peace.

the devil himself would struggle with you.

this place is crazy enough without your two cents.

what's all the noise about?

[ NAME ], help! what should i do?!

stop, it's too late!

i'm sure there's nothing to worry about.

there was nothing you could do.

what's happened has happened.

do you trust your head, or your heart?

my advice, for what it's worth, is... to thine own self be true.

i'm not supposed to interfere.

what do you want me to do, [ NAME ]?!

calm down, genius, i already tried making a call.

hey, [ NAME ], how are you doing?

i don't remember being in any crash.

you're probably in mild shock.

i'm fine, thanks for asking.

think of it as a character building exercise.

teamwork at its finest.

i've got no signal either, must be a dead spot.

– and we've already concluded this conversation.

no need for a vote, decision's been made.

we really don't have time to be arguing.

try to be civil, it costs nothing.

try sticking up for yourself sometime.

i'm not wasting another breath on you.

the last thing we need is you causing trouble.

you wanna come along and wait with me?

i still think the smart move is to stick together.

how'd we end up back here?

there's a rational explanation for what's happening.

i'm doing my best to understand this, just like you.

we're trapped in a nightmare.

we have to get outta here right fucking now.

this isn't helping us find help!

there's nowhere else we can go except into that damn town.

i'm not sure this is such a great idea.

we're really going to get into this now?

i need to know 100% that i can rely on you.

we standing here all night or are we going inside?

life moves on, but we don't all go with it.

there's a phone, but it's been dead for years.

anything you can do would be greatly appreciated.

i saw someone in the woods.

nobody would be out here at this ungodly hour.

okay, very good, i'm freaked. who's there?

[ NAME ]? where are you? this isn't funny!

what is your name, sir?

what treachery is this now, [ NAME ]?

[ NAME ], come back here!

how can you not have seen that?!

"stressed", my ass!

you got a better idea?

i'm just gonna say it ... this is exactly what goes down in horror movies.

what the hell do we do now?

i'll deal with this, you stay right here.

who are you? what are you doing here?

what the hell are you? what do you want?!

a black tongue full of riddles, i'll have none of it.

fix your gaze elsewhere!

i am very far from okay ... i'm terrified and confused.

you're blowing this out of proportion, [ NAME ].

fuck that, i'm going another way.

don't you watch horror movies? you never, ever split up.

those movies are dumb.

can we just take a breath and think about what our next move is?

it's not safe for you to be hanging out here on your own.

thanks for coming after me.

the hell are you doing with a gun?

what we don't need is to get someone killed.

make sure the damn thing stays in your pants.

that "terrifying creature" was, in, fact, a cat.

there must be a radio or a working phone inside.

gimme that, i'll smash the window.

if you're feeling under pressure, let someone else do it.

even if you make it, there's no way i'm following.

i might've made a bad call here.

woah, you can't be doing that!

tell me that didn't just happen.

get away or they'll find me!

let's not hang around here, it's time to go.

seriously? you're going in there?

i don't like the idea of being out here on my own.

i'll be as fast as i can, okay?

[ NAME ], the door won't open.

woah, hey, take it easy.

can you stop reacting to every setback like a child?

we'll find a way out of here. we have to.

i appreciate you checking in with me.

who would want land in this godforsaken town?

tell me that didn't just happen.

who would say such a thing?

you look freaked, what's up?

you saw something else, right?

we're really screwed up, here.

can you tell me what you're upset about?

what's going on with you?

i'm going to help you out here if i can, but i need to know your name.

you cannot talk of our secret.

we have an understanding, do we not?

what more proof is needed that the devil walks among us?

the devil is here in this very room.

what the hell was that shit? was that for real?

like i say, i have no good explanation.

when you first told me, i thought you were messing with me.

let's try to force the handle.

still think splitting up was the right move?

personally, i think we're in deep shit here.

maybe the answer lies down the one path we haven't taken yet.

this is fucking crazy, we have no clue what we're getting ourselves into.

[ NAME ], you need to see this.

we were never meant to make it out of here.

i can't see for shit.

you keep saying you're in charge, so... you first.

we can't stay here.

you ever have any family here?

it's already been a hell of a night, but i'm sure we'll pull through.

you don't know that it's safe.

let us pray in silence.

i've done no wrong!

i do not deserve death, i beg you!

who are you ? and how come you look just like [ NAME ]?

the devil is in the wind, seeking to help his own.

[ NAME ], let us conclude our business here swiftly.

[ LOCATION ] is already lost, shrouded in evil!

the devil takes many forms, you know that better than any!

while [ NAME ] still draws breath, [ LOCATION ] is beyond salvation.

i don't know how to tell you what i just saw.

give me a moment, will you? i've just gone through something pretty rough.

what the hell is that?!

don't leave me behind!

i'm coming back for you, [ NAME ]! hold on!

reach out and grab my hand!

that was really quite close.

not that there's anything particularly wrong with death.

that gun might prove to be a lifesaver. or the precise opposite.

this must be very confusing for you right now.

i dare say we'll find out, hmm?

what in the name of holy fuck was that?

it was like something from a nightmare, did you see how it looked?

whatever that thing was, it's gone now.

thank god we're okay.

you are going to tell me right now what happened.

let's ... stay away from that.

i'm all for putting as much distance between us and that hideous thing as possible.

can't a guy get some peace around here?

i don't think there is another way.

[ LOCATION ] isn't a place i want to revisit.

i'm taking this to protect you.

why can't you leave me alone?

it could be leading us into danger, even a trap!

stay close ... who knows what's up ahead.

what did they do to deserve that?

it's just you and me now.

[tideswell]

no, i just helped a little.

✷  𓆙  @naturesloophole  ⟶  CLOSED  TAB. ✷  𓆙   no,  i  just  helped  a  little.  ⟶   ONE   PROMPT   SERVED.

rissa  let  out  a  quiet  laugh,  shaking  her  head  as  she  leaned  one  hip  against  the  bar.  “  that's  the  thing  about  you,  hope  :  you  always  say  it  was  just  a  little.  ”  her  eyes  flicked  over  hope  for  a  breif  moment  before  softening.  “  people  like  you  just  don't  seem  to  realize  that  sometimes  the  smallest  thing  is  the  difference  between  drowning  &  making  it  back  to  shore.”  she  reached  for  her  glass,  absentmindely  tracing  the  rim  with  her  thumb.  “  so  maybe  it  was  a  little  to  you  ?  But  to  me,  or  someone  else?  ”  a  faint  smile  tugged  at  the  edges  of  her  mouth.  “  It  was  enough  &  i'm  still  standing  because  of  it.  ”

[tideswell]

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[tideswell]

SENDER blocks RECEIVER from seeing something horrifying.

✷  𓆙  @salvatoraes ⟶  OPEN  TAB. ✷  𓆙  SENDER  blocks  RECEIVER  from  seeing  something  horrifying.    ⟶     ONE       PROMPT       SERVED.

the  movement  was  so  sudden,  a  blur  that  she  barely  had  time  to  register  it  before  stefan  stepped  into  her  line  of  sight  which  forced  her  features  to  crease.  Instinct  made  her  try  to  lean  around  him  ;  curiosity  caught  the  cat  clawing  at  her  ribs  before  she  caught  the  expression  written  across  his  face  :  tight  jaw,  distant  eyes-  the  kind  of  look  people  wore  when  they  had  already  seen  too  much,  already  been  through  much;  often  the  world  wasn't  too  kind.  However,  it  was  enough  to  make  her  stop  fighting  him.  “  stefan  .  .  .  ”  she  murmured  &  trailed  off,  voice  beyond  him.  for  someone  who  had  spent  years  chasing  ghosts  &  bad  dealings  &  convincing  herself  there  wasn't  much  left  that  could  unsettle  her  :  the  world  held  it's  mystries  &  most  of  those  mystories  came  with  monsters  &  the  fact  that  he  didn't  want  her  to  see  it  was  somehow  worse  than  seeing  itself.  her  fingers  curled  around  his  wrist,  grounding  herself  to  something  living  .  .  .  (  kind  of  )  enough  to  draw  her  back  in  as  she  swallowed  hard.  “  .  .  .  then  I'm  guessing  this  is  one  mystery  I  don't  really  want  the  answers  too,  is  it?  ”

[tideswell]

edits  of  narissa  :  01  :  black  cat  addition.

[quad4xel]

narissa says, ❛ i told you not to follow me after dark… especially not here. ❜ — @tideswell

❝ if there is one thing you will soon be learning about me, дорогой, it is that i am not one to be doing what i am told... ❞ IT'S NOT SAID SARCASTICALLY, it's stated matter - of - factly. alexei never does what he's told anymore, not after being controlled for years and years and years. to him, even the simplest requests are a form of control. he must control everything around him, even if people fight him on it. he leans against the brick next to him, crossing his arms as icy blue eyes lock onto the other. bag is unzipped, pale fingers rummaging around inside of it as they pull out a slightly crushed pack of cigarettes and a lighter. the cigarette is lit, brought up to his lips as he takes a puff from it before continuing. ❝ i am simply walking in the same direction as you, is not as if i am intentionally following you. is it a crime to be walking in the same direction as another person ?? i am not believing it is. ❞

[tideswell]

narissa's  laugh  came  low,  humorless  as  always,  dissolving  into  the  silence  between  them  like  smoke  swallowed  by  the  moutains.  “  That's  the  story  you're  sticking  with  ?  ”  she  asked,  tilting  her  head  just  enough  to  catch  the  ember  of  his  cigarette  in  the  corner  of  her  eye.  “  It's  funny  though,  how  we  keep  ending  up  on  the  same  street  .  .  .  .  same  turns,  same  shadows,  walking  in  the  same  path.  ”  her  gaze  drifted  past  him  instead  of  settling  on  him  :  eye  contact  wasn't  her  biggest  thing.  she  had  a  habit  of  searching  around  the  person,  the  darkness  as  if  they  had  more  to  say  than  either  of  them  .  .  “  what  do  you  get  out  of  following  me  ?  ”  there  was  always  something  restless  about  the  alley  at  night  :  the  eeriness  of  it,  the  dark  abyss,  the  unknown  of  what's  around  the  next  corner.  it  was  always  the  type  of  quiet  that  pressed  against  ribs  until  breathing  felt  borrowed  :  alone,  at  night,  for  woman  wasn't  the  smartest.

only  then  did  she  finally  lock  in  on  him,  carefully  watching  his  movement,  his  breath,  the  cigarette  he  inhaled  &  exhaled,  the  way  he'd  look,  the  way  he'd  also  seem  restless.  her  expression  stripped  of  irritation  &  left  with  something  far  less  comfortable  :  sincerity.  “  You  think  I'm  warning  you  because  I  enjoy  telling  people  what  to  do  ?  ”  her  fingers  flexed  at  her  sides,  almost  unconsciously.  “  I'm  warning  you  because  this  place  doesn't  give  second  chances.  It  doesn't  care  how  stubborn  you  are,  or  how  fearless  you  seem  to  be.  Trust  me  .  .  .  ”  she  paused  with  a  sigh  that  managed  to  escape  her  lips.  “  .  .  I'd  know  .”  and  yet,  she  still  walked  the  path  of  the  unknown  as  her  eyes  flickered  towards  the  darkness  that  wrapped  around  them  like  a  tight  blanket.  “  so  if  you  insist  on  proving  a  point,  at  least  make  sure  it's  to  someone  who  actually  listens  &  cares.  ”  Her  jaw  tightened.

as  if  summoned  by  the  words  themselves  :  something  shifted  deeper  within  the  alley  :  a  scrap  against  brick  was  hurt,  the  echo  reverberating.  it  was  too  deliberate  to  be  a  rat,  or  any  type  of  animal  :  the  wind  was  out  of  the  question,  but  narissa  didn't  turn  around  at  the  sound  :  she  wasn't  scared  because  she  already  knew  what  was  there.

“  no  offense,  but  you  got  about  .  .  .  give  or  take  thirty  seconds,  ”  she  murmured,  voice  barely  above  a  whisper.  “  after  that  .  .  .  it  won't  matter  whether  you're  following  me  or  not.  ”

[hei-omulee]

aggressive makeouts. hands everywhere.

[tideswell]

SENDER reassures RECEIVER during a panic attack.

✷  𓆙  @doevines ⟶  OPEN  TAB.

✷  𓆙  SENDER  reassures  RECEIVER  during  a  panic  attack.   ⟶    ONE     PROMPT     SERVED.

It  started  quietly  :  like  everything  else  in  her  life.  her  breathing  hitched  once,  then  again,  until  every  inhale  felt  too  shallow  to  reach  her  lungs.  it  was  often,  not  every  day  often,  but  often  that  she  found  herself  having  moments  like  these  where  her  fingers  curled  so  tightly  into  the  hems  of  her  sleeves  of  her  jacket  that  her  knuckles  blanced  and  the  tips  of  her  fingers  would  turn  red  :  her  eyes  darting  around  the  room  as  through  the  walls  had  suddenly  begun  closing  in  :  second  by  second  ;  closer  and  closer  [  .  .  .  ]  this  was  the  worst  part  of  this  all  &  she  hated  it,  hated  how  her  own  body  went  against  her,  because  if  she  couldn't  trust  herself,  who  could  she  trust  ?  the  cycle  of  escape  was  impossible.

when  lotte  stepped  closer,  speaking  in  a  calm  &  unwearying  voice  ;  everything  in  her  wanted  to  tell  her  to  stop,  to  insist  that  she  was  ‘  fine  ’,  but  she  could  never  find  the  words,  not  really.  instead,  she  let  them  guide  her  through  each  breath:  counting,  grounding,  reassuring  that  everything  was  going  to  be  okay,  that  the  terror  that  was  clawing  at  her  ribs  would  pass,  that  it  was  just  about  how  she'd  control  the  moment,  until  her  heartbeat  settled  into  something  almost  familar,  almost  calming  &  with  the  damp  doe  eyes  fixed  on  the  floor,  she  managed  to  muster  up  the  smallest,  most  reluctant  nod.  It  wasn't  gratitude  because  she'd  never  say  it  out  loud,  but  the  way  she  stayed  close  instead  of  disappearing  into  the  abyss  spoke  louder  than  any  thank  you  she  could  ever  speak  of.

[tideswell]

just  a  few  headcannons  &  small  snips  about  rissa  :

she  always  leaves  one  empty  stool  at  the  bar  &  jokes  it's  for  the  ‘  late  arrivals   ’  :  when  in  reality,  at  bars,  there  is  never  any  late  arrivals,  but  she  never  lets  anyone  sit  there.  on  certain  nights,  the  glass  left  on  the  counter  is  empty  by  morning. she  collects  matchbooks  &  post  cards  from  every  town  she's  ever  visted,  even  though  she's  refused  to  light  them  :  fire  took  enough  from  her  already,  she  wasn't  about  to  give  it  the  upper  hand. black  cats  flock  &  follow  her  like  she's  carrying  a  secret  in  a  language  they  only  understand  &  she's  named  every  single  one  of  them.  (  familiar  verse  coming  soon   !! ) she  makes  tea  when  she's  overwhelmed  &  overstimulated,  but  the  funny  thing  is  :  she  never  drinks  it.  it's  the  ritual  &  what's  behind  it  that  calms  her  down. on  the  day  of  the  anniversary  of  the  fire  :  she  buys  a  bouquet  of  wildflowers  &  leaves  it  somewhere  anonymous.  She  wouldn't  leave  it  somewhere  normal,  like  a  grave  or  a  memorial,  but  somewhere  more  private  &  beautiful.  She  never  stays  to  watch  who  finds  them.

[tideswell]

peace, love & pussy-cats.

goodnight. ♥️