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theodora crain.  independent / selective / private. as told by gia. est.   11-26-18

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The Haunting of Bly Manor coming 2020

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Will I ever stop disappearing outta nowhere? Idk. Will I ever stop being so scatterbrained? I’ll let y’all know. I’m still alive tho.

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heavenwalked‌:

                       𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑬𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑬𝑽𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴     was a luxury that alma never could have afforded.   ever since she was a child,   she believed in magic.   she believed that the greatest things were better left unseen and that with a little faith,   anything was possible.   as an adult,   it was no different.   perhaps she was one of the fortunate few that never lost that childlike wonder.   visage remains delicate,   softened features hoping to comfort the other woman.   hoping to bring theo to trust her.   but,   alma would understand if she decided not to.    ❛    you don’t know that.   there are a lot of things in this world that we don’t understand,   but that doesn’t mean that they’re not real.         ——   try me.    ❜

                     breaths come out slow and heavy.   why was trust always so terrifying ?   secrets were so much easier to maintain than trust.   trust requires upkeep from both ends.   solitude and boundaries were simple.   easy,   no fuss.   something she could manage on her own.   thoughts swimming,   kicking up emotions like the tide kicking up sand.     ❛    i’ve kept secrets my whole life.     ❜    voice trembling slightly.     ❛    my whole family,   really.    we all experienced so much.     ❜    pausing to laugh at her own words.     ❛    you know,   you’d think we’d be open minded with all the shit that went on.   but denial always seemed to be the safest option for everyone.   like sure this is completely insane and we all just saw this but lets ignore it and deny it ever happened until we want to launch our writing career.     ❜    the verbal floodgates opened,   words spewing out in every direction while still managing to avoid the less believable.   the best kept secrets are always the hardest to share.     ❛    no,   i should just go home shouldn’t i ?    ❜

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speaking of theo outfits..,,,.,,.

things i did; that

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heavenwalked‌:

                          𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫𝑵’𝑻 𝑺𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑾 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑶     simply based off a book.   based off her body language,   alma could only assume that,   like most writers,   steve had gotten a few things wrong.    ❛    okay,   so,   it’s bullshit.    ❜    voice finally breaks out,   soft.   frame draws back as lungs pull in.    ❛   why don’t you sit down,   and you can tell me. you can tell me all about the house,   how much steven got wrong,   anything you want.    ❜

                      she wants to sit.   she wants to talk and pour out everything to alma.   but of course,   there are boundaries.   boundaries with everyone.   and this was certainly not the sort of thing she ever wanted to happen.   at least not for a long while.   people usually go on first dates,   second dates,   twentieth dates,   before anything deep and personal ever begins to surface.   and here were some of theo’s darkest memories out in the open for anyone,   now including alma,   to read.   and she did.   she knew much more than theo ever wanted her to know.   the burden of her childhood,   the rough, ensnaring hands of hill house,   the crazy crains.   the last thing theo wanted alma to think about her.     ❛    you wouldn’t believe me.     ❜    voice quiet,   defeated.     ❛    you wouldn’t.     ❜

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heavenwalked‌:

                         𝑩𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑳 𝑯𝑼𝑬𝑺 𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴,      taking note of the covered couch that sat on the edge of the room.   she could be right,   could have a point.   frame twists to the door,   closing it slightly to get a look at the other side of it.   locks from the inside.    ❛    well,   it’s possible.   but,   i would definitely put money on that tour guide being a   ‘missionary only’   kind of girl.   she’s definitely not the one fucking around in here.    ❜

                   the air in the room seems to shift,   as if all the ghosts were shoving their way in.   intruding on this private moment.   while short,   a moment of connection,   in some way.   a rather rare connection beginning first in lighthearted tones and childlike giggles,   rather than unspoken words and one sided feelings.     ❛    i like you.     ❜    words coming out bluntly.     ❛    what’s your name ?     ❜

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heavenwalked‌:

                          𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑫𝒀 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑮𝑼𝑰𝑫𝑬      before darting to surroundings.   feet slow,   allowing them to fall to the back of the group.   there’s a hallway to their left and as soon as the opportunity presents,   the brunette ducks from the group.   the hallway leads up a set of stairs that double backs on itself,   taking them to a open room.   despite a few art pieces and stacked furniture,   the room is rather bare.   almost as if they had been using it simply for storage.    ❛    ah,   well,   this is disappointing.   i was hoping they would have something   ——   well.   interesting.    ❜

                     looking over the room,   she seizes the opportunity to make a dirty joke.     ❛    not disappointing if you’re looking for a midday hookup.    ❜    laugh comes out softly as she eyes the brunette.     ❛    that’s probably what they use this for,   you know ?    ❜    leaning in,   voice low.     ❛    what do you think ?    i mean  ——  that tour guide seems kinda kinky.     ❜

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heavenwalked‌:

                          𝑺𝑯𝑬’𝑺 𝑮𝑳𝑨𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 𝑰𝑻 𝑯𝑼𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑺.     it was a calculated risk,   esther had the woman figured for one who was just as bored with this as she was.   it was interesting to see the history behind everything,   but the tour guide was an absolute buzzkill.    ❛    it’s definitely not true.     ——   if you want to get a   REAL   tour,   we have to sneak off from the group.    ❜

                    briefly surprised by the woman’s words,   she thinks for a moment,   looking the woman over.   she was beautiful without a doubt,   and theo liked how lively she was.   god knows she needed someone less uptight in her life.   someone with a bit of a devious streak.   and she really admired someone who was direct.   no bullshit.   she cocks an eyebrow before speaking.     ❛    i like your style.     ❜

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heavenwalked‌:

                         𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑮𝑼𝑰𝑫𝑬 𝑺𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑺 𝑨𝑺 𝑰𝑭 𝑺𝑯𝑬’𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑨 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑷𝑻,     something that’s been rehearsed time and time again.   it causes beryl hues to roll as she   COMPLETELY   screws up a date,   quickly correcting herself.   voice lowers to a whisper as she leans to the woman standing in the group with her.    ❛    i think she forgot her lines.    ❜

                    snorting loudly,   noise cutting through the museum with an echo.   she stifles her laugh,   quietly apologizing.   the blonde was right though.   this tour guide seemed to know very little,   as if she hadn’t walked though this same tour a million times before.   turning slightly towards the woman,   mimicking the tour guide’s monotonous voice and stiff gestures.     ❛    here’s a random fact that probably isn’t true because i hate my job.     ❜

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                                                            quand   vient   frapper   l'orage,                                         j'ai vu des vagues par milliers   danser   au son de la mer

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souveniirs‌:

                        𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑭𝑻𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑳 𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑼𝑷𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑫𝑺,     meeting with full lips.   something inside the blonde feels desperate,   desperate for theo and desperate to give herself to the brunette.   perhaps she believes she’s helping,   giving her that distraction she craved,   and it causes motions to slowly become more   FRANTIC.   heavy breath emits from her throat,   not quite making it past her mouth.   frame pushes closer against the woman.   she breaks for a moment,   catching breath against theo’s skin.   voice chokes out,   small and almost a whisper—   begging.    ❛    take me to bed.    ❜

                      embrace becomes tighter at the woman’s words,   hands sensing,   truly feeling the desperation.   the passion and sense of urgency.   begging for no hesitation.   taking steps towards forward,   she pushes charlie backwards onto the bed.   hands pulling her own shirt over her head.   brunette locks of hair tumbling down her shoulders.   leaning over charlie’s petite frame,   lips meet in a desperate kiss.   a kiss of fire and genuine desire.   as if this is the first time she had really let go.   her hands trailing up charlie’s thigh,   anxiously working at her zipper.    breaths heavy,   broken only momentarily.   her voice hoarse,     ❛    i can’t get the fucking zipper.     ❜

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                    she doesn’t pull back from the blonde’s touch.   instead,   letting it rush over her like ocean waves in summertime.   charlie’s warmth igniting every nerve in her body.   a sensation unfamiliar to theo.   touches were usually pain ridden.   filled with sorrow and dark secrets.   how could this woman make her feel so human and whole with just a gentle touch ?   the question didn’t linger for long as her hands covered charlie’s own.   for once she welcomed touch,   the intimacy of needing and wanting someone so badly.   bringing charlie’s hand to her lips,   placing a number of soft kisses on her wrist,   she feels completely at ease.   trading in her hardened aura for a softer one.   a softness she felt charlie deserved to see.   words unspoken,   hands intertwining.   and the act of completely letting go.

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heavenwalked‌:

                   ALMA FEELS AS IF THE ONLY THING     she can truly offer theo is silence.   inhale.   exhale.   she’s angry,   but you have to keep calm.   hands wring together,   toying with the tips of her fingers as chin drops.   slate hues lift after some time,   staring at the woman who demands answers.    ❛    yes and no.   i knew a girl named theodora crain lived in the house in the 90′s,   heard the horror stories with her parents,   the brother who wrote about their experience in the house.   i won’t lie,   i read it.   it interested me.   ghost stories that felt so   ——   real.    ❜    you’re digging yourself deeper.   pull back.    ❛    but,   i didn’t know it was you,   i swear,   not until after you told me your name.    ❜

                    unsure how to feel.   confused,   angry,   shocked ?   everything ?   betrayal seeping in,   clouding the corners of her mind.   trying to gather her thoughts but losing everything rational.   she liked alma.   she was really starting to like her.   she was curious and awestruck by this mysterious woman.   and all at once,   trust is lost.   not that theo trusted easily anyway.     ❛    you shouldn’t have read the book.”    sighing,   hands covering her eyes.     ❛    the book is bullshit.     ❜    complete bullshit.   theo was never comfortable with the world knowing her story.   such a personal and painful story.   the money was great,   but here she found herself furious that alma knew such personal details about her.   and she wished she had shut steve down just as shirley had.     ❛    what are the fucking chances ?     ❜

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heavenwalked‌:

                      ALMA NEVER LIED TO THEO,     she simply didn’t tell her any details of her work or her life for that matter.   but,   theo never asked.   it’s clear that the woman is angry,   and alma can understand why.   the blonde takes a seat at the foot of the bed,   crossing legs.    ❛    well,   i’m still alma dray.   i didn’t lie about that.   i work for interpol and i came here to work on a case.   i can tell you that your home as a child is being investigated,   but that’s   ——   that’s all i can really tell you.   i’m sorry.    ❜

                    that’s all she can tell theo ?   sure,   confidentiality and all that,   but how did hill house manage to pop back up into her life ?   she thought all of that was over and done.   and she thought she was getting somewhere with alma.   and now this.   somehow she can never get away from all the darkness and toxicity of hill house.     ❛    so you know who i am then ?     ❜    words coming out as less of a question and more of a statement.     ❛    and you didn’t think to mention that ?     ❜