ᵗʳᵃᵍⁱᶜ 𝖆𝖋𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗

*    her  kink  is  karma ❤️   trust  me  on  that !!

/  everywhere!!!

/  ykw  to  do!!

──    ♰  @thslight- ,
            
            you  sure  it's  a  good  idea  t'  leave?   they're  agitated  enough  *without*  you  runnin'  'round  after  dark.   {  and  frankly,  mara  doesn't  want  to  run  the  risk  of  getting  maeve  hurt  on  top  of  everything  else.   being  a  villain  in  the  eyes  of  the  siblings  is  easier  to  stomach,   but  being  the  one  who  risks  maeve  for  no  good  reason  is  different.   she  would  rather  be  alone  than  be  the  reason  maeve  got  hurt.  }   the  last  thing  you  need  is  an  argument,  micuța.  'specially  luther —   you  ask  me,   i  doubt  he'd  let  it  go.
            
            *   maeve  hargreeves ,,   i  love  you  so  bad ,, 

──    ♰  @thslight- ,
            
            i  seen  the  cranberries  in  the  vinyl  case  downstairs.   lucah  said  he'd  show  me  some  tomorrow,   so..  maybe  we  can  start  with  that  alanis  girl?    {  for  the  first  time  since  arriving  here  mara  is  nothing  but  wide  eyed  in  her  curiosity,  pulled  forward  by  the  idea  of  new  world  music.   momma  always  said  she  soaked  it  up  like  a  sponge.  }    you  'n'  i  can  go  in  alphabetical  order.   it'll  be  easier  to  check  off  keep  track.  
            
            *   sorry.  welcome  back  maratism !! 

──    ♰  @thslight- ,
            
            you  bein'  open  enough  t' share  is  special  enough.   {  and  braver  than  mara  thinks  she'll  ever  be,   but  such  words  may  be  what  pushes  maeve  further  back  into  her  shell  rather  than  guiding  her  out.   her  fingertip  still  rests  upon  her  favorite  line,   faintly  tracing  the  words  she  feels  may  be  embedded  within  her.  'i'll  love  you  'til  my  breathing  stops'.  }    i've  heard  plenty  of  music,   mae.    you've  got  somethin'  special ,,   not  just  anyone  can  know  themselves  enough  t'  put  it  into  words.  
            
            *   my  brokenhearted  girl ,, 

──    ♰  @forcombat- ,
            
            that  so?   {  mara  knows  better  than  to  even  try  her  hand  at  pretending  she  isn't  pleased  by  the  statement,   her  amused  smile  complete  with  a  giddiness  invoked  by  one  person  alone.  }    good  things  only,  i  hope.   lord  knows  cari  'nd  kris  both  gotta  be  tired  of  me,   too.  

──    ♰  @forcombat- ,
            
            y'think  they  wanna  hear  'bout  the  titanic?   i  was  still  a  babe  when  that  happened —  'bout  eleven,  i  think.   {  and  admittedly  can't  remember  every  sorry  detail  of  the  tragic  affair,   but  that's  neither  here  nor  there.   mara  has  always  had  a  soft  spot  for  children;  perhaps  she  took  all  her  mother's  maternal  nature  on  her  trip  out  the  womb,  perhaps  it  was  collected  with  experience,  but  the  fact  remains  regardless.   even  so,   she  can't  fathom  the  idea  of  her  stories  being  anything  they'd  like  to  hear,   recontextualized  as  she  would  have  to  make  them.   is  it  not  impossible,  the  1900s  written  for  the  enjoyment  of  a  child?  }   i  dunno,   emmy.   last  i  checked,   kids  were  more  keen  on  heroes  than  people  who  played  raise  the  dead  and  hid  out  durin'  the  great  depression.

──    ♰  @forcombat- ,
            
            thanks.   {  the  smile  mara  flashes,   brief  as  it  may  come,   is  no  more  marred  by  the  crimson  painting  white  teeth  than  the  dark  colors  that  warm  the  sky  at  dusk,   residue  from  protection  that  she  knows  won't  fail.   this  part  of  her  is  what  keeps  the  softness  safe,   she  knows,   even  if  some  others  frown  upon  it.   it  would  be  worth  the  inevitable  adversary...  but  for  now,   mara  is  relieved  to  not  face  it.  }    the  throat's  always  a  good  bet.   bloody  as  all  get  out,   but  if  you  ask  me,  playin'  nice  'bout  it  ain't  always  worth  the  time.  some  people  only  answer  t'  force.

──    ♰  @howdisturbed- ,
            
            you  ain't  even  gotta  ask,  car.   sit  down.   {  rationally,  mara  knows  she  is  no  longer  caring  for  a  little  girl.   even  when  carolina  was  younger,  she  could  hardly  be  considered  so  against  the  backdrop  of  the  depression  and  demand  for  growth  regardless  of  age -  and  yet,   mara  always  tried  to  nurture  what  was  left.   little  shreds  of  innocence  that  she  knows  must  have  been  in  her,  once,  but  died  long  before  they  were  allowed  to  blossom.   simple  things  like  brushing  cari's  hair,  playing  dress-up  with  a  little  girl  who  didn't  deserve  to  live  in  fear  and  uncertainty,  going  without  meals  for  days  in  a  row  because  she  could  live  without  it  where  eloise  and  cari  could  not,   these  attempts  to  keep  a  sense  of  safety  alive  that  foolishly  make  her  relieved  now.   after  everything,  carolina  still  trusts  enough  to  hand  someone  else  the  brush  and  turn  her  back.  }   your  hair  still  as  thick  as  it  used  t' be?    y'  broke  more  than  a  few  combs  if  i  remember  correctly.  

──    ♰  @howdisturbed- ,
            
            have  you  not  seen  five  'n'  kris?   she  could  make  him  knock  it  off  'fore  it  got  anywhere  serious.   {  it  goes  without  saying,   mara  knows,   that  five  would  be  the  driving  force  behind  a  fight  that  could  bear  any  weight —  and  hopefully,   diego  can  manage  to  watch  his  mouth  with  cari  holding  his  leash.  }   klaus  ain't  gonna  start  nothin',  either.   ( .. )   'sides,  i  think  it'd  be  real  fun.   i  plan  on  makin'  fiver  try  some  real  cajun  food  before  he  winds  up  with  a  black  pepper  spice  palette.   you  really  wanna  miss  out  on  that?