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ʀᴇsᴛ / ʟᴇss .

[writre]

an  independent ,   private ,   highly  selective  portrayal  of  a  fandomless  original  character  portrayed  by  jenn  ( 28+ / she/her / est ) .   guidelines  here !    info  here !

[writre]

hi friends, life is hard, be around again next week xoxo

[writre]

have you ever seen a woman so beautiful

[warbyrds-arch2]

“   did i do the best i could, though? that's the real killer,   ” carol mutters with a cursory glance at @writre. the smile she summons is weak and wistful, barely-there, a singular, brave sunbeam piercing through grey clouds only to be smothered again. her gaze travels to the comforting hand on her forearm, soon joined by her own as she reaches across her body and envelops savannah's, giving it a grateful squeeze.

of course she could have done more, turned herself into a sacrifice to save the innocents lost, and she knows it. but that is neither here nor there. with a huff, “   this whole turning over every stone in my head thing is just what i do, sav. i've got the self-flagellation thing down to a science. i'll be fine after a few sleepless nights.   ”

[writre]

IT IS AN ACHE THAT ECHOES , the way that @warbyrds speaks . something that screams both with words and a tightness in her expression . and she hears her , of course she hears her , but here isn't a moment where she'll just let it be . she must know that . " carol . " voice drops lower and it isn't scolding , but something soft , strained . she turns her hand , offers a single squeeze back . " that's hardly something i'm letting you take on alone . " and just as quickly she retracts her arm , both palms slapping against knees as she stands , offering a hand out now . " alright , come on . let's go for a walk . and if we just happen to find a bar . . . . . well , you know . "

[loneheir]

he watches her in pure bewilderment as those grey eyes shift to a warm blue hue. biting on inner cheek as a smile is kept at bay. she's smart , he always knew she was. it's the eyes , the stares of those who know that bruce wayne is VERY vulnerable , that he is to be diced and sliced and served on a platter for all of GOTHAM. after all ? his namesake is very much the 1% .... eat the rich. mayor reál allows a brow to slightly shift upwards as she masks any other expression. ah , to be a politician ...

' you're causing quite the scene ' bruce softly says this as amusement tugs at the corners of mouth , and he then starts to walk with her by his side ' you know .... i don't think if she's more in shock that you're talking to me OR that i've appeared to make someone LAUGH ' there's dry humor that skirts , the type of self depreciation that has always been with him. YES , he's aware of his position , of his elite namesake ---- that HE IS THE PROBLEM WITHIN GOTHAM. though , he's promised to turn things around , to take accountability.

' i don't think she'll ever forgive me ' his head turns the mayor's way once more , ' not that i blame her ' he feels the weight of his absence , the harm in not stepping out of the shadows earlier ... THE SHAME.

' i've got a couple more of these sort of functions this month ... maybe five ? ' bruce then looks down at sav , ' will you be there ? '

[writre]

SUCCESS ALWAYS COMES WITH ITS OWN BUZZ , and it's a high that she has chased one too many times . this , here , with him — somehow it means more . and the truth of the matter is that she isn't phased , and this is a win . she can feel the stares but does not balk as she keeps her body angled towards his own . turns only when he does , one hand resting against the arm closest to her . ( it's natural , she realizes , that thought tucked away to deal with later . ) " is it her forgiveness that you want ? " the question is meant to prompt . not for any other reason than what she thinks she catches on his face . things are never as black and white as people make them out to be , and she knows that as much as anyone . the reminder is one that she doesn't mind offering . she looks up when she can feel him glance down , a brow raising in initial response . " . . . . . five is an awful lot for someone like me . " there is a light that dances in her eyes , a smile that plays on her lips . " but maybe it's not entirely out of the realm of possibility . "

[warplanetarchived]

buzzy's eyes are wide like saucers. the longer he stares at the artifact hidden behind glass, the more excited he gets. @writre doesn't understand the magnitude of this discovery — he owes it to her to explain. "look real closely at the back of this stone," the archaeologist offers, gesturing for savannah to crouch with him and lean in to the glass display. fortunately for them, this particular pedestal in the museum is in the center of a room, giving them the ability to meander around the object and study it from all sides. "there's a bit of writing on the back. look here." though he knows he's not supposed to, shawky lightly taps the glass to direct savannah's eyes. "but see, it's cut off. the rest of the writing is missing." he looks at her. "shawky and i found this a few months ago... but we never realized there was more to it. we have to go back. find the rest. don't you get it? there's more to the puzzle!"

[writre]

IT'S HARD NOT TO SHARE IN HIS EXCITEMENT . she finds herself following gestures and movements , inching closer and squinting to peer at where he points to . and it takes a second , sure , but then face relaxes as brows raise all in one movement . a glance back towards him , and then at their surroundings to see if anyone is paying attention . she moves closer still . " how'd you even catch that ? " something like awe is audible as breath threatens to fog against the glass , and it forces her to take a step back , mind now catching up with the words previously stated . " wait — go back ? go back where ? "

[am4zon]

Up to the stars, Diana gazes upon the black exterior of the heavens, finding her own peace in the way stories are told through constellations. Diana considers the question as one does a multiple choice test, in that she knows the answer already, but she must pause to appreciate the options. All the while, the winds whip her hair across her face, and still, she is beautiful, lost in all her thoughts, all her ponderings.

❛ I see a place I thought I was meant to save, ❜ answers, calmly, the woman they would call a wonder. Instead, it is a place that saved me. She does not give life to the words through speech, mind you, yet the implication can be found in the looseness of her smile. ❛ It is a land of wonder, of magic. I think I'm a little in love with it, to be honest. ❜

[writre]

THERE IS A HUNGER IN HER SILENCE , something that stirs as she waits for the response . hopes for a picture painted , relying on the other's words , corners of lips lifting at the response . head tilts back further , eyes remaining closed . she feels a tug in her chest . " and if i say you're in the minority there ? " innocence in the question hides something harder beneath ( jaded , perhaps ) that she knows often threatens to break through . " sometimes i feel like the world is waiting to give up . take the easy way out . "

[shisasan]

March 7, 1931 The early diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977

[writre]

my goodness i just love scrolling through my dash

[warplanetarchived]

at first, kida worries the woman will take her comment too harshly and misunderstand, or mistake kida's words as an insult. they're only meant to help, to soften @writre's perspective and see that hope, however meager, is often the one thing keeping an entire people alive. "i would love to show you around," the princess replies. her expression fades to muted warmth... for now. "i suppose it is your first time stranded on a lost continent. you do not do this often." the mischief returns. her eyes twinkle and spark. "unless, perhaps, your work involves shipwrecks and vanishing under mysterious circumstances? if that's the case, you have done a great job." she points to a rocky path hidden by heavy trees. "come. this way. i will lead you around atlantis."

[writre]

SHE WAITS WITH BATED BREATH , counting the seconds and wondering if she is overstepping . she is less inclined to just believe , and wonders if that doubt still lingers on her face . practiced poise is harder to uphold when thrown ( quite literally ) into complete chaos . she is used to some sort of preparation — when there is none , she feels the floundering all at once . but kida offers her something softer , and she lets her own face relax into a smile . " well , mysterious circumstances aren't completely unfamiliar but . . . . . " it's more of a mumble , and she begins to move in the direction gestured , seeking to fall in step . " so exactly how big is this place ? "

[writre]

@anoffering asked : ❛ were you expecting something else ? ❜

CURIOSITY IS VISIBLE ON ANGLED FEATURES , a single brow raised in question . corner of lips threaten to pull back ( blink and you'll miss it ) and just as quickly she turns , hands tucked into pockets as she takes a few small steps , heeled boots clicking on the floor of the apparatus bay . it's full of life beyond the bright red trucks , other first responders with their hands busy . ( she , however , is acutely aware of the one a few feet behind her . ) " no . " it's all she offers initially , glancing back over her shoulder . a single up and down sweep of her gaze . " it's just different . to see you in your ——- element . this is really your everyday ? "

[writre]

CHEERS TO THE LONG WEEKEND, be here all throughout 🤍

[writre]

back here later this week xoxo

[writre]

i’m still here and kicking just dealing with jetlag + work chaos + family things and am very much running on fumes so appreciate your patience. it’s a long weekend so i will be resting lots and trying to not get sick, hoping to be around too!

[writre]

this still holds true minus the jetlag!!! it has been a a week but i might be around tonight/this weekend so 😘

[writre]

i’m still here and kicking just dealing with jetlag + work chaos + family things and am very much running on fumes so appreciate your patience. it’s a long weekend so i will be resting lots and trying to not get sick, hoping to be around too!

[southasiansource]

FREIDA PINTO for Country & Town House Magazine September/October 2022 Issue | 📸 Rachell Smith

[writre]

@warplanet said : ❛ do you understand the gravity of this ? ❜ ( from buzzy )

SHE IS DECIDEDLY NOT DOING WELL , frustration peaking with an all - too - pronounced huff . one hand lifts to run through her hair , eager to get stray strands away from her face , as though that is what stands between her and focus . it's childlike , this annoyance . she knows , and yet that does nothing to assuage the agitation . arms fold across her chest and she relents , turning to her companion . " not in the slightest . come on , you have to tell me now . please? "