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( @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 ‼️‼️

( @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 -

( @livingdeaths- ) jesus  f*ck 
            . . . what  happened ? (    drea  fought  the  urge  to  gag,  the  wound  was  still  gushing  and  dribbling  blood    )

@twelfthcmmison /  here  !  and  maybe  on  virgie  too  ?

( @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

( @livingdeaths- ) or that , that one seems a lot more realistic (    she ran her fingers along what glass casing hadn’t been shattered , emmy hadn’t really talked about what had happened inside the barn , but judging from the blood and bodies drea didn’t really have to ask . she takes in all the books emmy’s snuck into a bag every time they travelled to a different period , books that were now ancient artifacts were now in pristine condition , she’d always teased her about it , but now she just felt guilty for what she going to do , she takes in the picture of the two of them her girlfriend had used as a bookmark , their names scribbled together on the bottom of it    ) ‘m gonna kill them for what they did to her
            
            /  chat what if I made another tua oc anon

SAVIOUR  OF  THE  BROKEN,   @twelfthcmmison :
            
            or  maybe  they're  nosy  freaks  who're  interested  in  nothin'  but  feelin'  like  they're  winning  a  game  we  never  knew  we  were  playing.    {  she  wants  to  grab  the  cloak  of  the  past  and  take  off  running.    her  eyes  flicker  across  the  covers  she  remembers  cradling  close  to  her  chest  on  her  worst  nights,   a  breath  drawing  in  before  she  turns  her  attention  away.   is  it  bittersweet  that  she  has  nothing  beyond  this?   all  that  exists  of  mara  dalcais  is  an  array  of  journals  that  will  not  exist  hours  beyond  now.   just  like  she  wanted.  }    yeah,   well.   i  look  forward  t'  meeting  them.   's  been  a  while  since  i  got  t'  sink  my  teeth  into  an  actual  challenge,   and  i  think  i'm  pissed  enough  to  get  them  wrung  dry  by  myself.

( @livingdeaths- ) maybe they found it before we did because we remember it and then don’t ? maybe it’s like … drawn away from us (    part of her wants to take some of the things locked away in here , trinkets from childhood she’ll never get back otherwise , but the other part knows it’ll only cause more trouble , so even if she wants her mom’s dress and the candid of photos of her and emmy locked away in a glass case more than anything , it has to go    ) i wouldn’t be surprised , they had a whole group of those idiots when they took emmy , ‘m guessing only this time it’ll be bigger