my lungs are wax inside my ribs

People never expect ѕιleɴce. They expect wordѕ. Motion, defense, oғғeɴѕe, back and forth. They are ready, fists up, words hanging, leaping from their mouths. Silence? No. Lux Winters. Mute. ( indie oc account. mun & muse are 18+ )

[nicominoruh]

rp partners that compliment you after you reply are so important and they must be protected at all costs

[wholelottahot]

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                    Am I      {s t r o n g e r}       now than I was before

                                      or as /w e a k/ as back then

[obsolithe]

        The silence is deafening, even to him who preferred the         contentment of his thoughts. He isn’t expecting a reply         anytime soon, not after blurting such precious words         unceremoniously. Be it may that Lux rejects him or         shrugs him off, she has the right to do so; Warren will         continue to be as he is. But she did not walk away or         mouth a word in silent protest and meets his eyes         instead. He sees her and hears her unspoken words -           understands, as if he finally learns to read between         lapses of passing silence and welcomes her in         his embrace.

[xsilentium]

                Nerves rattle the mute's entire being and with a mind                 that ceases to still, she fails to notice that she's shaking.                 The butterflies that have made themselves at home in                 her stomach are everything gentle and all she wishes                 is to remain in her current position; rare comfort found                 in his arms. Lips form silent words against his chest                 and the yearning for a voice has never been stronger. 

[shiwroy]

[xsilentium]

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[obsolithe]

           He could bite his tongue and  swallow the words            back, but what’s done is done. There are no regrets,            only aimless thoughts and useless what ifs. Anxiety            lingered in the air and the words became harder to            speak. Warren feels choking on his own voice all over            again. Her sudden distress irks him, the same            reaction he imagined if he had told her about his killings.

                      ❝ I’m sorry - for making you uncomfortable. ❞

[xsilentium]

        It's a tornado inside her head as once calm thoughts         are now violently spinning at perilous speeds. Never         had Lux expected those words of paramount importance         to ever pass through his lips. The mute never thought of         herself capable of being loved. She'll never be able to         reciprocate those words. Her voice always fails her.          That will never change. Frantic fingers have yet to         cease movement, but Lux has lifted her gaze. He         shouldn't have to apologize for her inability to         respond in better ways. She takes in a deep         breath before stepping forward. Then again.         And again, until she's able to wrap frail limbs         around him; burying her face in his chest. 

[obsolithe]

          It was a slip, clearly. Warren is not the type           to openly express such things. To say them,           particularly the three words he had not uttered           to anyone except his brother, her reaction was           expected. He repeats them, for her sake and           his, to convince himself that he’s not dreaming.

               ❝ I love you. ❞

[xsilentium]

        Gaze focused on the floor, fingers begin         to tap anxiously against her thigh and she's         plagued by doubt. Lux is not the type of person         anyone loves. She's silence; temporary relief         from the pandemonium of life. Never anything         more. Her tapping speeds up and she knows         she must give some sort of reply. The problem         is that she can't. So there she'll stand with her         mind racing and digits refusing to come to a halt.

[obsolithe]

SPIT IT OUT

Send ‘SPIT IT OUT!’ and I’ll randomly generate a number. Whatever number it is, my muse will blur it out to you! ;; 6.

                        ❝ I love you. ❞

[xsilentium]

           Wide eyes and a dropped jaw plainly exhibit the            combination of confusion and shock across the            mute's features. Those three words replay over            and over in her head and she's having difficulty             believing she's even heard them at all. Still as            a statue, she's almost forgotten to even            breathe. Moments pass and Lux finally            exhales; only one word forms itself            silently at her lips. What?

[miss---maryyy]

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     “I don’t understand      what you’re trying      to say. 

[xsilentium]

              She'll just stand there looking at him for a few              moments, incapable of grasping why the simplest               of gestures hadn't gotten her point across. Soon pen              meets paper and she holds out the notebook when              she's finished.                        You are standing in the biggest pile of ants right now. 

[obsolithe]

                        His scowl darkens as he read her reply. The word                         away flashes at him like red lights. Away. Was his                         company too uncomfortable for her? Did his un-                         willingness to use the gift of his voice soured her                         impression of him? Did no destination and away                         truly mean to travel constantly and satisfy her                         wanderlust or did it mean away from him?

                                  ❝ Away from what? ❞ 

             Warren is in no position to question her decisions              but it’s now or never. She made no promise of              coming back or visit and even if she would, he would              be somewhere else,                                     someone else,                                                            something else.

                        Perhaps now’s a good time to move and go                         somewhere else too; take on a new identity to shield                         himself from the prying eyes of the law. He’s still                         waiting for new contracts and business transactions                        can be done wherever he is. By moving away, he’ll                        be harder to track and her involvement with him                        will be naught without evidence. The more he thought                        of it, the more enticing the idea became.

                                       ❝ I can go with you.                                           I can keep you safe. ❞

[xsilentium]

                     Pale lips tighten and turn downwards at their corners,                      forming a distinct frown as strands of long, blonde hair                      fall forward and conceal Lux's expression for the most                      part. The mute has no sensible reasoning behind such                      abrupt plans of leaving; none that she believed others                      would understand. It had been difficult for her. Lux's                      desire to leave everything behind and seek out beauty                      in other places -- no matter how far -- ranked higher                      than anything else. This is what she left home for.

                             It's difficult for me to settle down                              in one place for too long.                         Having not anticipated such a response, Lux's grip                       around the notepad tightens noticeably as her writing                       comes to a halt. Slowly, her gaze rises. The mute fails                       to recall a time where someone's ever questioned her                       reasoning behind leaving or where she would potentially                       end up. Not one time can she remember anyone asking                       if she would be safe; let alone someone offering to go                       along with her. It takes a moment to gather disbanding                       thoughts before pen meets paper once more.                             I go from roach infested motel to roach infested                             motel. I never know where I'm going to be or how                             long I will stay. Most meals come from a vending                             machine. You should not want to leave this place                             for those things.  

[sireninthefirearchive-deactivat]

yo this is a reminder that if you ever come up with a neat idea for our muses to interact - whether it’s canon or au - talk to me about it because chances are I will be 500% down to do the thing

[xsilentium]

                   Cautious with each step, lips curve upward and                    ivory-white teeth make an appearance as the mute                    quietly approaches the other from behind. Mentally,                    she counts to three before throwing her hands over                    their eyes, silent laughter passing through parted lips. 

[xsilentium]

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[outrageouslies]

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