@twelfthcmmison
what ( .. ) is (that).
( @livingdeaths- ) this ? oh ! this little beauty and wonder and joy is butter ! ( drea beams as she holds up the small, rather scrappy looking kitten, who wiggles and meows in her hands ) the uh . . . the names a work in progress * for context!! she works at an animal shelter in s4!
uhm. no. i’m not interested.
( @tamegentles ) c’mooon ! it’ll be fun ! having a new haircut for the wedding ? ( drea stuck out her lower lip and batted her eyelashes as best as she could ) ‘ll make it look super good i promise !
* thinking about my silly girl again, cb!
oh. ha, no— i'm not playing ghost telephone.
( @livingdeaths- ) ( her eyebrows knit together as her face morphs into a teary scowl, baby blue eyes glazed over in a drunken haze ) why ? you - you - you’re the one who - who says she - she won’t leave you alone ! i jus’ . . . i jus’ wanna talk to her ( drea’s words wobble with hiccups and tears as her hands clench into white knuckled fists ) * I MISSED THEM ‼️‼️
is that supposed to have some significance to me? :/
( @livingdeaths- ) well it’s like a - an engagement gift ? ( one hand fiddles with the wrapping around the top of the bottle, the other clutching the base so tightly her knuckles had turned white and it looked like she could almost break the glass ) s’supposed to be like this . . . romantic wine ? s - sorry it was stupid -
* she isn’t dead i swear! cb!
if you're gonna mention the knife in my thigh, save your breath. 'm well aware :/
( @livingdeaths- ) jesus f*ck . . . what happened ? ( drea fought the urge to gag, the wound was still gushing and dribbling blood )
* cb && spec i miss her she never leaves my brain
* cb && spec so I can prove to myself I can be active!!
it isn't so nice. being numb, i mean. i know it seems that way at first, but give it a few decades and you're beggin' t' actually feel something again.
* "i can hardly feel anything, i hardly feel anything at all." — motion sickness, phoebe bridgers.
( @livingdeaths- ) okay ( drea echoes , eyes fluttering closed , trying to relive the stinging pain in her eyes from one too many sleepless nights of staring at the ceiling without emmy’s presence next to her , of forcing her eyes to stay open because she knows if she lets them fall closed and she by some miracle actually does fall asleep , she’ll be plagued with nightmares filled with blood and guns and the handler’s stupid , smirking face ) i’ve done it before , ‘ll be fine ( the years spent alone in the house drinking and smoking and dancing along the roof shingles while drunk like a light breeze wasn’t all it would take to send her tumbling to her death isn’t something drea liked to think back on fondly , but at the same time she felt like she was right back where she started , trapped in a teenagers body while the rest of her siblings get to go on with their lives and never speak to her again , not even viktor , he has daisy now , why should he have to play babysitter anymore ? except this time there’s the stinging loss of her job , of mom , of / emmeline / , and that only makes the knot in her chest worse ) yeah , i know … thank you / we as a society do not give them enough happiness
SAVIOUR OF THE BROKEN, @twelfthcmmison : okay. { okay. it's what she can say now, barely aware of what all she's trying to think beyond the draw of memories. it's funny, how even her happiness is carving rivets into times she perceived to be fine. you can't advise someone who doesn't want to be guided, and mara can't say it's a decision she blames. instead she forces her eyes away from the tempting embers requesting her assistance, tongue running over her lips just slightly. } you're not the goddamn mariana trench, though, and i don't wanna see you become it. ( .. ) alcohol, nicotine, that's addicting. numbness is even moreso, and it takes t' you exactly like how you take t' it. { finally mara pauses, the vulnerability burning like bile in her chest. } just ,, remember that i'm here. what's the point of an immortal friend if you don't utilize her company? * they're so used to misery ,, free them
( @livingdeaths- ) ( drea scoffs , tired blue eyes finally flicking towards mara , still burning but stubby and just about out cigarette squished between her fingers , embers dancing dangerously close to her fingers ) maybe i don’t want things to get better ( she whispered , eyes half lidded as she takes one final drag from the cigarette before dropping it onto the windowsill and pressing her thumb right into it , she tries her best not to think about sharing a cigarette with emmy , the way her lips and kisses still tasted sweet even after , she tries not to think of emmeline at / all / , she tries to shove the thoughts so far into the back of her mind , with or without the help of alcohol and nicotine , until the name emmeline is a strange mystery ) / sobbing and bashing my head against the wall cause they deserve BETTER