LAST EYED.

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Open to all   !!

Voices   ,      demanding whispers drenched in malice  ,     murmurs resonating   as panic engulfed her senses and                 left her blinded to her surroundings.  Trembling fingers  ,  limbs twitching with labored breaths.      Eyes flickering in  search of the source   ;   of course  unseen  ,          they were nothing more than  hallucinations of a broken mind.             (   Do it  ,  kill them  ,  like you did your  Mama   —  evil thing.  Demon .   Devil   ! !   )                            Palms encasing   ears in attempts to silence the mocking  ,        lungs heaving with sobs  as she  attempted to find comfort between knees.                     “   Go away  ,  not real  ,  go away  ,  not real …   go away……   “           Words  repeated  ,  a broken record of pleads as    she curled in attempts to hide away  from her own mind.

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     he’s seen his share of breakdowns, had a few himself, caused a few. all ends of the spectrum are familiar to him, so when he sees the young woman muttering to herself, he’s not in the least bit surprised. he hunkers down next to her  --  only just, allowing enough space between them so she doesn’t feel invaded. he thinks of resting his hand on her shoulder, ultimately deciding against it. instead, a soft sigh, and a smile, the latter of which he’s unsure of whether or not she’ll see, but he offers it anyway. 

     “Hey, shh. S’alright. You’re safe.” a beat. “Mind telling me your name?”

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redlocked replied to your post:this is a callout post for @redlocked  they said...

askshso FUCK I TOTALLY FORGOT LMAOOOO

sure ... sure

how can you forget a pretty face like this

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this is a callout post for @redlocked 

they said eyes when they know i only have one

smdh

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@sacrisamator

        “Oh, Miss Benedetto !! You’re so pretty, and kind -- a-and forgiving!”   never you mind the fact he’s shoving a spilled drink & broken glass under the table with his foot, or the clearly guilty expression lain on his face. it’s just the way worick is, that’s all. 

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@redlocked

         he keeps it to himself, the panting, that inward glare usually accompanied by a blatant attempt at flirtation   --   truly, a first for worick, to be sure, but he keeps a shit-eating grin resting on his face all the same. a soft exhale through his nose. “Well, well. How can I help you, Miiiss?” long drawl. 

[paintingflcwcrs]

░ ❀  random lyrics to use as sentence starters

❛ when i’m wiser and grown taller, i will see your ways ❜ ❛ i can feel the hurt now ❜ ❛ i can turn this pain to blame ❜ ❛ we’ll shine like diamonds in the rough ❜ ❛ and i was alone on the fifth day since you’ve gone ❜ ❛ i rub my eyes in the haze, i’m not sleeping anyway ❜ ❛ words just aren’t enough ❜ ❛ i hear our song and press repeat ❜ ❛ i smell your perfume on the sheets ❜ ❛ ‘i wish you were here,’ is what i’d say if you asked me ❜ ❛ as i finally meet my end, i won’t be scared, i won’t defend ❜ ❛ i don’t need him like you do ❜ ❛ i don’t fear him like you do ❜ ❛ i just want to sleep forever, never see tomorrow ❜ ❛ i don’t want to work forever, know what i know, or beg or borrow ❜ ❛ we are the colors of all that you see ❜ ❛ cause we are all rebels, never do what we’re told ❜ ❛ it’s a long, long road from you ❜ ❛ i’m leaving you behind ❜ ❛ there’s no place i’d rather be ❜ ❛ hold me close, don’t let go ❜ ❛ don’t get your hopes up, she won’t fall in love with you ❜ ❛ if you knew what she was up to, your virgin heart would probably break ❜ ❛ she looks like such a sweet and pretty girl ❜ ❛ i lost my voice, you lost your mind ❜ ❛ you say you’re not well, i say that you’re fine ❜ ❛ your mother’s a fake, a phantom who steals ❜ ❛ the smile on your face is not what you feel ❜ ❛ i’ll check you in if you check me out ❜ ❛ was i the ghost or one of your voices? ❜ ❛ who’s taking my place, who’s taking you out? ❜ ❛ it’s all alright, baby ❜ ❛ youth was always pretty, you know it can’t be found ❜ ❛ he might’ve lost his way ❜ ❛ whispered something in your ear. it was a perverted thing to say, but i said it anyway. made you smile and look away. ❜ ❛ nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby ❜ ❛ as long as you’re with me, you’ll be just fine ❜ ❛ when we have a drink or three, always ends in a lazy shower scene ❜ ❛ nothing’s gonna take you from my side ❜ ❛ bottoms up, looks like a mess we’ve got ❜ ❛ you want to come along for the ride? ❜ ❛ it’s not a joke, no, it’s some kind of bad idea ❜ ❛ are you gonna let this come undone? ❜ ❛ gonna be high for at least three days on end ❜ ❛ truth is like a punch or two, it hits you hard, it knocks you through ❜ ❛ so i get on the road and ride to you ❜ ❛ kiss like a fight that neither wins ❜ ❛ one tender payment for our sins ❜ ❛ you are the drug i can’t quit ❜ ❛ your perfect chaos is a perfect fit ❜ ❛ now there’s no one else around to show you how to be alone ❜ ❛ don’t i owe you more? ❜ ❛ it doesn’t hurt to change at all ❜ ❛ i should know who i am by now ❜ ❛ your name is the splinter inside me ❜ ❛ and i remember the truth, a warm december with you ❜ ❛ i could have lost myself in rough blue waters in your eyes ❜ ❛ and i miss you still ❜ ❛ i got paid and then i was on the road in a heartbeat ❜ ❛ i searched far and ride hoping i was wrong, but baby all the good women are gone ❜ ❛ now i can’t stay ❜ ❛ you knew who i was with every step that i ran to you ❜ ❛ would things be easier if there was a right way? ❜ ❛ honey, there is no right way ❜ ❛ and i fall in love just a little bit every day with someone new ❜ ❛ never thought i’d see her go away ❜ ❛ she learned i loved her today ❜ ❛ never thought i’d see her cry and i learned how to love her today ❜ ❛ never thought i’d rather die than try to keep her by my side ❜ ❛ now she’s gone and love burns inside me ❜ ❛ she cuts my skin and bruises my lips, she’s everything to me ❜ ❛ she tears my clothes and burns my eyes, she’s all i want to see ❜ ❛ she’s heaven sent to me ❜ ❛ you can kiss my love and i wish you’re gone ❜ ❛ i’m in his favorite sun dress, watching me get undressed ❜ ❛ it’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you ❜ ❛ i tell you all the time heaven is a place on earth with you ❜ ❛ i heard you like the bad girls, honey is that true? ❜ ❛ they say that the world was built for two, only worth living if somebody is loving you ❜ ❛ drunk and i am seeing stars ❜ ❛ i love your precious heart ❜ ❛ and they could never tear us apart ❜ ❛ forget what you thought ‘cause good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught ❜ ❛ how could this be wrong? ❜ ❛ you don’t say that it’s over ❜ ❛ but you speak without words making me feel so damn good ❜ ❛ it breaks her heart to think her love is only given to a man with hands as cold as ice ❜ ❛ you can’t hide your lyin’ eyes ❜ ❛ i could have been easier on you ❜ ❛ i could have been all you held onto ❜ ❛ i know i wasn’t fair, i tried my best to care about you ❜ ❛ but i can’t take all your jabs and taunts ❜ ❛ you’re pointing out my every fault and you wonder why i walked away ❜ ❛ whatever made you think we were meant to be? ❜ ❛ pain throws your heart to the ground ❜ ❛ bad news never had good timing ❜ ❛ i hate to see you cry ❜ ❛ there’s things you need to hear so turn off your tears and listen ❜ ❛ baby don’t leave ❜ ❛ be home, stay close, be close to me ❜ ❛ baby you know i gotta run ❜ ❛ baby i miss you, come back home ❜ ❛ i hate this place ❜ ❛ i miss your smile, i miss your face ❜ ❛ you’ve been singing that same old song far too long ❜ ❛ mama warned me about you games – she don’t like you anyway ❜ ❛ light that smoke, that one for giving up on me ❜ ❛ i could have died with you ❜ ❛ i hope you choke on those words that kiss that bottle ❜ ❛ i wouldn’t piss to put you out ❜ ❛ stop burning bridges and drive off of them so i can forget about you ❜ ❛ breaking hearts has never looked so cool ❜ ❛ last night i saw you in a dream, i’m still not sure what it means ❜ ❛ i just can’t wait to fall back asleep ❜ ❛ we said forever, that you would never let me go, but here i am again with nothing left inside ❜ ❛ i wonder what fate is gonna decide ❜ ❛ how can i love when i’m afraid to fall? ❜ ❛ i have died every day waiting for you ❜ ❛ darling, don’t be afraid ❜ ❛ i have loved you for a thousand years, i will love you for a thousand more ❜ ❛ i will not let anything take away what’s standing in front of me ❜ ❛ all along i believed i would find you ❜ ❛ we’re forcing what is wrong ❜ ❛ please take your time ❜ ❛ oh you look good with your patient face and wandering eye ❜ ❛ don’t hold this war inside ❜ ❛ come back when you can ❜ ❛ let go, you’ll understand ❜ ❛ you’ve done nothing at all to make me love you less, so come back when you can ❜ ❛ i’m not finished cause you’re not by my side ❜ ❛ it’s three in the morning and i’m trying to change your mind ❜ ❛ why’d you only call me when you’re high ❜ ❛ it’s harder and harder to get you to listen ❜ ❛ you’re starting to bore me, baby ❜ ❛ i am my only escape ❜ ❛ nothing is the way it was ❜ ❛ i’m leaving for tomorrow, i don’t wanna come back and feel the same ❜ ❛ i think you’re so cool, babe ❜ ❛ i love yo more with each and every day ❜ ❛ you found me when i had lost my way ❜ ❛ you say that we’re meant to be ❜ ❛ your voice was the soundtrack of my summer ❜ ❛ do you know you’re unlike any other? ❜ ❛ i don’t wanna ever love another ❜ ❛ we went over the edge, took it way too far ❜ ❛ it’s us against the world ❜ ❛ i can never love you ❜ ❛ and you better come to me ❜ ❛ you’re just like an angel ❜ ❛ you’re so fucking special ❜ ❛ what the hell am i doing here? ❜ ❛ i don’t belong here ❜ ❛ i don’t care if it hurts ❜ ❛ i want to have control ❜ ❛ i want a perfect body ❜ ❛ i want a perfect soul ❜ ❛ i want you to notice when i’m not around ❜ ❛ i wish i was special ❜ ❛ whatever makes you happy, whatever you want ❜ ❛ i know how to scream my own name ❜ ❛ the hardest part is letting go of the nights we shared ❜ ❛ compared to your eyes, nothing shines quite as bright ❜ ❛ you’re probably hanging out and making eyes while across the room he stares ❜ ❛ i can live without you, but without you i’ll be miserable at best ❜ ❛ you’re all that i hoped i’d find in every single way ❜ ❛ the hardest part of living is just taking breaths to stay ❜ ❛ i know i’m good for something, i just haven’t found it yet ❜ ❛ this’ll be the first time in a week that i’ll talk to you and i can’t speak ❜ ❛ it’s been three  whole days since i’ve had sleep ‘cause i dream of his lips on your cheek ❜ ❛ i’ve got the point that i should leave you alone, but we both know i’m not that strong ❜ ❛ i miss the lips that made me fly ❜ ❛ pour me another drink and punch me in the face ❜ ❛ you got a face to call home ❜ ❛ you stupid boy ❜ ❛ you always had to be right, but now you’ve lost the only thing that ever made you feel alive ❜ ❛ god please, just know i’m sorry ❜ ❛ can we forget about the things i said when i was drunk? i didn’t mean to call you that ❜ ❛ please tell me why my car is in the front yard and i’m sleeping with my clothes on ❜ ❛ every now and then i kick the living shit out of me ❜ ❛ i am my own worst enemy ❜ ❛ i’m so in love with you, you’ll never take that away ❜ ❛ do i try too hard to make you smile? ❜ ❛ i can’t believe you actually picked me ❜ ❛ maybe it’s too early to know if this is gonna work, all i know is you’re sure looking good in my shirt ❜ ❛ please don’t cry, my love ❜ ❛ i want to stay, but now it’s time so please don’t cry, my love ❜ ❛ you know that it’s hard when you look that way ❜ ❛ are you not the slightest bit confused? ❜ ❛ push your way onto me entirely ❜ ❛ stay away from me ❜ ❛ if you’re using me, do it slowly; make it last until i have to go ❜ ❛ maybe i’m too young to keep good love form going wrong ❜ ❛ will i ever see your sweet return? ❜ ❛ it’s never over ❜ ❛ lover, you should’ve come over ❜ ❛ well i feel too young to hold on ❜ ❛ and i’m much too old to break free and run ❜ ❛ too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i’ve done ❜ ❛ sweet lover, you should’ve come over ❜ ❛ oh love, well i’m waiting for you ❜ ❛ are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he’s right beside you? ❜ ❛ when he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones i wrote you? ❜ ❛ if what we had was real, how could you be fine? ❜ ❛ cause i’m not fine at all. ❜ ❛ i wish i could wake up with amnesia and forget about all the stupid little things like the way it felt it way to fall asleep next you and the memories i never can escape ❜ ❛ it hurts to know you’re happy, it hurts to hear you’ve moved on ❜ ❛ if today i woke up with you right beside me like all of this was just some twisted dream, i’d hold you closer than i ever did before and you’d never slip away ❜ ❛ everybody’s got their demons ❜ ❛ i’m the one who ends up leaving ❜ ❛ make it okay ❜ ❛ but now that i’m broken, now that you know it ❜ ❛ i’ve got a jet black heart and there’s a hurricane underneath it, trying to keep us apart ❜ ❛ these chemicals moving between us are the reason to start again ❜ ❛ now i’m holding on for dear life, there’s no way we could rewind ❜ ❛ maybe there’s nothing after midnight that could make you stay ❜ ❛ i love you but i don’t know why ❜ ❛ you can be the boss ❜ ❛ we met with a goodbye kiss ❜ ❛ i hope someday that we will meet again ❜ ❛ you go your way and i’ll go my way; no words can save us ❜ ❛ i was crying when i met you, now i’m trying to forget you ❜ ❛ love is sweet misery ❜ ❛ all we ever do is say goodbye ❜ ❛ i need you so much closer ❜

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@oncforall

       “This isn’t exactly the best neighborhood for a kid to hang around.”   there’s a tinge of playfulness biting at his tongue, but his face is all seriousness, all truth  ...  and he allows the words to linger for a few moments longer before sporting a wide grin. “So just be careful, you hear?”  he’d offer protection, but the gleam in the kid’s eye tells worick that he wouldn’t need it. 

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    gestures … .. weakly .….  starter call … 

[painted-bees]

Character solidifying!

[rockinrpmemes]

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have? 2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have? 3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings? 4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient? 5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered? 6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child? 7. What was the economic status of their family? 8. How does your character feel about religion? 9. What about political beliefs? 10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted? 11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated? 12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations? 13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates? 14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected? 15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED? 16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike? 17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When? 18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember? 19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now? 20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced? 21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate? 22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner? 23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex? 24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? 25. What are their hobbies and interests? 26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance? 27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality? 28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice? 29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling? 30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive? 31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate? 32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively? 33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health?  34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous? 35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures? 36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering? 37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? 38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic? 39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid? 40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one? 41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony? 42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? 43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back? 44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them? 45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic? 46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body? 47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible? 48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish? 49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent? 50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?

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    gestures ... .. weakly .. . ..  starter call . . . 

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         it’s good to be optimistic, he guesses, but it’s unrealistic, even for worick. how often do you hear of a twilight, a tag, the scum of the earth, in most eyes, matching the years on a normal’s life stride for stride? it just doesn’t happen, and he’s heard it from doc theo himself   —   nico’s lucky he’s even lived past thirty. with four years past the expectancy of his own expiration date, he’s damn lucky to even possess the ability to make light of it.

        not that he’s the one who jokes about it in the first place. he doesn’t kid about that kind of shit. likes to ignore the possibility altogether. 

        his eyebrows tug over dark eyes fixed on worick’s mouth   —   reading his lips   —   and he makes an expression as if saying ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ with hands at the ready, equipped with a rebuttal: are we five, now?

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       okay, fine. he deserved that. so much so that he nods and waves it off, living the part of the fool. it isn’t every day they get something resembling downtime like this, he figured he might as well make the best of it. pushing away from the desk, he saunters over to nico, grinning all the while. there’s the distinct scent of tobacco lingering on his lips, which he does his best to try and keep away from his partner. “ah, c’mon, nic. i’m bored, can’t exactly leave this place. ‘case the phone rings.”

       his voice falls in turn with his face, sole eye becoming ever solemn. there’s the makings of rains out on the horizon, and his bones ache almost as a warning sign. oh great, only 35 years old and i already ache like granny. maybe she’ll have some aspirin i could snag. and as if in response to this, the small of his back groans, and he pops it up straight, sighing. “a’right, you win.” a soft sigh. “jesus, if we could at least get a job or something ...”

     and then, if it were possible for a lightbulb to ding above his head, it would right about now. he walks past nico, stopping just past his partner’s shoulder, hand placed firmly on it. he dips his chin in the direction of his bedroom. “there’s other ways to keep us entertained.” he’s jesting, surely, passing the time with careless (possibly fruitless) flirtation, the sort that alex is subjected to. “moving the bed, I mean.” 

     he’d been meaning to rearrange his room for some time. 

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        while his eyes follow his partner’s movements with a familiar intensity, unblinking and expression without shift, it should come as no surprise to nicolas that worick never pays any attention to his surroundings past the tip of his own nose. 

        the asshole never changes. 

        if anyone unfamiliar with sign language were to look in on their conversation, nico’s hands would move too fast for comprehension: you sent her to get a couple of things from granny. smokes, remember? beginning to wonder if your memory is shittier than mine. must be old age.

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        he snicker-snorts, inhaling just a little too much of that ol’ pall mall smoke and coughing up a lung. he’ll never learn, not until he’s dead, he suspects. feet placed firmly back off the ground, he reaches for the phone and, realizing that might not be the best choice for this situation, retracts his hand. he sighs in something like disappointment. head turned to nico: “woah, careful there, nic, you’ll be catching up to me in no time.” with any luck. 

        it’s a bitter, poisonous thought. one that does more harm to him than the cigarette. it’s his last one, though, certainly not for his lifetime. maybe that’d be for the better, maybe alex wouldn’t be sent out so often, maybe they’d all be a happy family together more often. 

       and, then, to counteract this sudden act of self loathing, a laugh. “you feel up to a little friendly game of rock-paper-scissors?” a grin. 

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        just washed or not, it remains slung over the blade of nico’s shoulder, and he makes no move to remove it. he simply tosses a look in worick’s direction, expression blank and mouth pressed into its usual hard line, with a quick sign: you haven’t returned my other one. or my coffee mug. or that jacket. consider this repayment.

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       alright, alright! he signs in return, more out of mock ... mocking than anything else. he waves his hand, placing his (beautiful) ass in front of the desk, legs kicked up. a careful sigh, eye turned to the ceiling. it’s a slow day, which, in retrospect, he should be thankful for  --  really, though? he’s fuckin’ bored as shit. “hey, you seen aly around? startin’ to miss that perfectly round ass around here.” 

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      “Oh jes -- Nic, that my shirt? I swore I just washed that.” a playful groan, but there’s still a tinge of annoyance in his voice. he has to keep up appearances, can’t very well do that when his partner keeps stealing his shit.