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❛ meet me in the garden, where the weeds grow TALL... down by the gate, i got a secret that i might tell. it'll give me a w a y . whatever you do — keep it with YOU. . . ❜
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" if i didn't know any better then i might really think that you were a damsel in distress , " the comment so fast and flippant that you might not have really caught it , smile curled up in the corners of his lips . nick , however , was somewhat of an expert in the area of ring toss and his competitive nature had allowed him to master it many moons ago . despite his edged personality , he had been quite the catch back in the day , a ladies man who had been sought out by the most popular girls and they had all wanted that carnival stuffed toy to post on social media . " i can win you one … since you asked so nicely … but you owe me one , " he knows she won't be worried about making such a promise to him as he gestures for the rings , toying with one between his fingertips .
casting a dramatic pout in the man's direction, sanem threaded her arms across her chest, heaving a childish sigh that sent a rogue lock of chestnut fluttering up before it landed back against the round of her cheek. " maybe i am a damsel in distress , " she replied pointedly, scrunching her nose, glancing up longingly at the plush she had been eyeing as she gave a lamented sigh through his nostrils.
her gaze then flickered back to his, a manicured brow raising on her forehead at the debt she'd owe him if he were to win it. tempted , sanem stepped forward , cocking her head to the side as a syrupy sweet smile stained her lips. " owe you one ?? c'mmmooonn , nick , don'tcha wanna just win it for me just cause ?? "
alex found he enjoyed carnivals . he liked the satisfaction that followed winning cheap prizes and all of the fun that the untrustworthy rides promised . had it not been for the message , alex would have wholeheartedly enjoyed his time amongst the carnival goers , his face adorned with the same laughter and joy that made their experience fun . for the first twenty minutes , he was with his younger sister . it wasn't until she saw some of her own friends that she parted ways , leaving him unaccompanied near the hoop games with a giant bear perched over his shoulders . " hey to you too . " alex greets , a lopsided smile decorating his features . " i'm . . . alright . " because he played basketball in high school and tossing rings was no different than tossing balls , right ? he slides a fiver to the carnie , his hands smoothing out the ridges of the hoops he received . one toss , miss . . . two tosses , miss . . . he glances over at sanem and sighs , almost feeling bad for not being able to make it on the first try . " well shit , i might be incapable too . . . third times the charm , right ? " he grins as he tosses it haphazardly , the ring twirling on the bottle before bouncing off and landing on another . " huh . . . wasn't expecting that . " he laughs ceremoniously , his hand extending to receive the plush that sanem wanted . " happy birthday , hope you like it . "
sanem's gaze flickered to the prize riding alex's shoulders, a flash of envy in her eyes complimented by the bratty pouting of her lips. clearly he was alright — he had a prize of his own !! blues follow as his own money crosses the threshold of the games barrier, landing flat against the smug palm of the gamerunner who tossed her an almost patronizing grin. she watches the first ring, eyes lighting up as they follow its arch of potential, before watching it clatter down into the catch. the second toss misses as well, and sanem is about to throw out her arms and declare the game impossible — rigged, even — before his third and final ring somehow manages to land.
lips split into a grin, a girlish squeal of delight leaving her lips as palms come together to enthusiastically clap in celebration. " oh my god — you did it !! " sanem excitably enthuses, practically hopping forward to accept the shark as it was passed to her. " god, it's so cute. look at the face they gave it . . . i love it. " hugging it to her chest, the woman casts him a grateful smile, nuzzling her cheek into the plush toy's snout. " you're my hero. i thought i was going to burn through my wallet trying to get this damn thing. thank you. "
open starter: @classcursestarters !! location: carnival
sanem frowned at the ring toss game, looking almost desperately at the man running it ( who kept sliding her free rings to get a few extra tosses in ) jutting her lower lip out. ❛ c'mmmoooonn, can't you just give it to me ?? even with the extra rings, i suck, ❜ she frowned. shaking his head, shrugging his shoulders, the man laughed as he reminded her, once again , that she had to win the game to get the prize. huffing, sanem tried again, throwing another fist-full of rings towards the bottles and watching as they all clattered against the glass necks before descending into the catch bellow. spotting a familiar person across the way, ceruleans sparkled with opportunity, gesturing to the game with a defeated sigh; ❛ are you any good at this ?? i just wanted that stupid stuffed shark and . . . i am clearly incapable of landing a damn ring on one of these bottles. i'll pay for you to play for me.❜
open starter: @classcursestarters !! location: carnival
❛ this is the biggest load of horseshit i've ever seen, ❜ vincent lamented, fisting a half-drank beer he had gotten from one of the overpriced vendors on the carnival grounds. rolling his eyes, talking out loud to anyone who'd listen, he threw his arm out; ❛ i mean, c'mon, they're gonna interrogate the shit out of us, make us feel like we did somethin' wrong over somethin' that happened ten years ago, and then they're gonna just throw a carnival ?? fucking hell, man. this town is a freakshow. ❜
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setting: event 3: the carnival tagged: @classcursestarters
Arjun stopped in his tracks as soon as he'd walked into the carnival, taking it all in and feeling a wave of nostalgia for this town he hadn't felt since arriving. It had been so easy to put a wall up between Lincoln City and who he was now. It was still there, obviously, but there was also a childlike wonder clawing it's way over the top. "I don't think I've been to a carnival in...fuck, it's been over a decade. I didn't realize they still did this here."
glancing over at the other, vincent offered the other a tilt of his head. ❛ shit, chaudhary ?? is that you ?? ❜ vincent grinned, jutting his chin towards him, amusement twinkling in his eyes. giving him a once over, the man nodded almost in approval, as if he was sizing the other up; ❛ shit, i hardly recognized you, man. ❜ then again, vincent hardly recognized anyone from st. mary's that hadn't gotten themselves entangled in his web. out of sight, out of mind and all that, and arjun had definitely been someone out of his sight. ❛ you find someone to win you a teddy bear yet ?? ❜
setting: event 3: the carnival tagged: @classcursestarters
"Hey! You having fun?" Helena asked, wide smile on her face as she walked up to the familiar figure. Truly, she could have been more freaked out about this whole thing but she didn't want to dwell...didn't want to think about the text from her ex-boyfriend tormenting her in her inbox. An impossible task but one she would try to win. Because Helena had to win. "I'm a little surprised they're still throwing it but I guess why not, right? We're all here and what else are we supposed to do." She had a feeling none of them were going anywhere, any time soon especially after being called in for an interview. Milan would have to wait a little longer still.
❛ — am i having fun ?? ❜ vincent inquired, eyes rolling, hands shoved into his pockets as helena approached him. with all the distractions lately, he hadn't even had the time to act on the deep-rooted impulse he had to reach out to the other with an invitation to revisit their st. mary days ( besides, y'know, dry humping in the new horizons hallway but . . . c'est la vie. ) then again, the two were no strangers to distance . . . and unless there was a private escape, it was best the space between them remained large rather than small. ❛ seems like the perfect way to keep us all distracted, if you ask me. ❜ it all felt rather convenient; throwing a carnival after the hellfire that rained during the alumni event, chris's shit showing up, and the polie interrogations. sure !! let's throw a fuckin' carnival. raising a brow at her, he cocked his head, amusement gleaming in his eyes; ❛ didn't think you were into this kinda thing, hel. gotta say, i'm surprised. thought fun wasn't something you had unless it was in someone's sheets. ❜
although michael had always believed mary-anne to be a creature of delusion back in the day , he was all too eager to engage in this conversation now . popular , interesting , dynamic as he had been , he had never been cruel . his greatest cruelties were served to those who got roped into his inner circle , who allowed him close to their tender beating hearts . everyone else had barely touched the surface of what was going on in the depths of michael's damaged mind . maybe that made it easier for him to saddle up to mary-anne now , not a cross word ever exchanged even if they had disagreed on almost every front of sin and others had used a different tone . " before i felt always alone and now i know that no matter where i am in the world , i will be loved and given guidance , " that part was true , ever since he had discovered religion it had unleashed a new type of adoration and favour no matter where his travels had taken him . he sits down beside her , now his legs , long , sprawl out ahead of him and he leans back with the same smile , looking over at her again . " i think it just takes some people longer to come back to his side but we have to remember that there's a reason for their journeys too , " giving some favour to his classmates , kind and compassionate in his beliefs , extending the more forgiving faze to those that they were surrounded with as he pats the crucifix around his neck . " let's try to make sure that when they're ready , they know they can come to us with open hearts , " and maybe mary-anne would be a better choice because michael had a way of squeezing that kind of organ whenever it was handed to him , seeing how much it could take before it eventually splattered , exploded with all the torture . he never meant to be cruel but he certainly wasn't kind .
her tongue slid along her lower, chapsticked lip as michael spoke, pupils swelling to saucers in response as she beamed brightly; ❛ psalm 37:5 . . . commit everything you do to the Lord. trust him, and he will help you. . . ❜ it was uncommon for mary to find simple comfort in the company of a st. mary's classmate, most of the alumnus so plagued with sin it was almost suffocating to withstand just a MOMENT of being in their presence. however, with michael, the gentle breeze warmed by the impending summer seemed to float a bit lighter around them . . . like the two were on an earth unoccupied by anyone but themselves and the Lord himself. watching as he sat down, mary tried to resist the swell of her heart in her chest, feeling the earth shift beneath his weight as he moved to occupy the seat she had offered to him. moving to brush the pads of her fingers along the cover of the bible that now sat closed on the blanket, she hummed thoughtfully in reply to his words, head tilting. ❛ of course there is a reason for their journeys but, finding Christ is not such an easy task nowadays, ❜ she countered, lifting her face to meet his gaze once more.
these people . . . they needed guidance. they needed an extended hand to grasp hold of as they leapt from their platform of compliance and surged forth towards the greater plain that only MARY and the LORD currently occupied . . . at least, that was what she believed. humming, mary shook her head, silent disagreement flashing in her eyes though her expression remained pleasant and unmoving. ❛ some children need an extra push, ❜ mary mused softly, finger still mindlessly tracing the engraved leather of her sacred book. gaze still on him, her eyes moved to roam his features, that doubt within her festering and twitching with a hunger to be satisfied. ❛ they can come to us and our open hearts . . . but finding the will to step away from comfort and into the realm of the unknown ?? sometimes having open hearts to come to isn't enough to get them to take that leap. ❜ that was the point of being a savior , wasn't it ?? to SAVE ?? if her classmates wouldn't jump over the ledge and into the arms of faith, than mary-anne would happily be the one to give them that very push. ❛ what was it that brought you to His word, michael ?? how was it that you found it ?? ❜
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its been years of trying to avoid marry-anne and her attempts of getting him to see god, but taejin like a bull in a china shop attracts attention everywhere he goes even if he tries not too. its the same story today, as he hides himself behind little jessie jones, grabbing them by their shoulders, and crouching behind the boy with his own tall stature that doesn't really help. “ you see that girl over there, she's my stalker. she's been stalking me since i was two years old. ” he says to the kid, but little jessie jones isn't in the mood to deals with his antics today, handing him the latest article of the chronicle with teary eyes before he walks away. “ thanks for nothing ! ” taejin shouts after him, then realizes his grave mistake, yet before mary can come closer he's already yelling and pointing a finger in her direction, catching the attention of those nearby. “ she's stalking me ! ”
CONFUSION enveloped the preacher's face, head cocking to the side as she slowly lowered the paper bible she was about to so generously offer to taejin — her latest focus, whomst she was concentrating all of her energy upon and . . . the hardest nut she had to crack thus far. taejin was a challenge, but the Lord always gave his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers. . . and mary-anne was nothing if not a loyal and devoted follower of his word. a GUIDE put on this earth to lead the blind away from the burning inferno that was the fate that ultimately awaited them and into the arms of Christ. unfazed by the harsh accusation being hurled in her direction, the femme allowed an airy laugh to tumblr from her lips as she waved the hand still gripping the paper bible back and forth; as if clearing the harsh claim from the air with a flick of her wrist. ❛ oh, taejin, you always were such a comic, weren't you ?? ❜ mary-anne sing-songed, flashing a pearly smile towards an onlooker before her attention, her focus, was redirected on her target once more .❛ you say it's stalking, i simply believe it to be FATE that we keep running into one another. i'll say, taejin, your heart must weigh so heavy in that chest of yours hoarding so much judgement and fear within it. His word can free you of that burden, ya know, all you have to do is give it a chance. ❜
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vincent atwood knew that this was very, very bad. notable for his involvement in things he shouldn't have been, especially in his youth, being called by name to the police station was never a good sign. this was one of the few instances vincent knew that his multi-figured bank account and status in the business world would buy him nothing but a one way ticket to being accused of trying to hide something. the skeletons in his closet were well hidden, buried behind stacks of contracts vincent had never read through, manuscripts for business guides he'd never publish, and dust-infested smoking paraphernalia and empty liquor bottles. some skeletons had even been broken into pieces, their bones scattered around; femurs tucked into outgrown dress shoes, finger bones hidden in suit jackets in need of lint rolling. vincent was well-versed in the art of keeping secrets where they were meant to be; hidden & locked away . . . but as he walked into the police station, the draft making the hair on the back of his neck stood up, he had to force down the temptation to cough up the keys he had long since swallowed. anything to keep the truth hidden. anything to keep his involvement, or lack there of, unknown.
shaking the hand of the officer he greeted by name, a firm and masculine greeting, vincent adjusted the grey material of his suit jacket as leather shoes collided with linoleum, steps weighted and heavy, trying to sooth his quick-beating heart and forcing a veil of confidence to grace his features. never let them see you sweat. he went through the mental work of guiding himself into a state of deadly calm, the same way he would right before gliding out onto the ice in his teen years, the same way he would before walking into a business meeting with the full intention of robbing his competitors blind. sitting in the chair that awaited him, vincent adjusted his jacket once more, twisting the rings on his fingers — one being his st. mary's class ring — and then, finally, checking the diamond-encrusted face of his watch. it ticked slowly, time moving steadily by, the glass face gleamed in the fluorescent light of the office he was in as if winking at him. or was it mocking him ??
❛ mr. atwood, thank you for coming in today and for getting that meeting you had rescheduled. given our recent findings regarding christopher wilder, we just want to ask you some questions. ❜ the man's voice was almost friendly, almost apologetic, as if he felt badly about having to WASTE vincent's time. he smiled, nodding his head, silently communicating that it was no big deal, not a problem at all. . .
only that had been no meeting. vincent had just been trying to stall. give himself time — get his story straight.
❛ now, where were you on the night of christopher wilder's disappearance ?? ❜ came the first question, the man's once approachable demeanor dropping, the question having likely been asked to half of the class of 2014 this already. how many of his classmates had been truthful ?? vincent remained unmoving in his chair, linking his fingers, resting them on the desk he sat across . . . mirroring the man in power's position, showcasing that vince was not beneath him — but beside him — in authority. even if it wasn't true. dress for the job you want not the job you have.
❛ the end of the year party, ❜ vincent replied in earnest, tone straight and to the point. the man interviewing him raised his eyebrows, as if silently asking him to elaborate, but vincent just offered a smile; ❛ how many times have you heard that response, officer ?? we were all there, the whole class. anyone who says they weren't is lying to you. ❜
clearing his throat, seeming to not wish to agree or disagree, the officer sat back in his chair and took down a few notes before clearing his throat. next question, the sound announced, and vincent raised his brows in a silent anticipation.
❛ when was the last time you saw christopher ?? ❜
❛ at the party, ❜ vince replied, not moving his eyes away, holding contact with the interviewer's despite the bead of sweat that ran down to the back of his neck. vincent was . . . quite occupied at that party; his hands full with christopher's girlfriend whilst his mind was buzzing from white powder and teenage hormones. not to mention the fact his veins had been pulsing with a such a high alcohol content it was a wonder vincent remembered anything from that night at all. shrugging his shoulders, vincent continued; ❛ we spoke for like . . . two minutes, tops. chris and i, we weren't necessarily close friends so . . . he kept to his circle, i kept to mine. a young teenager has far more important things to focus on at a party than their buds, wouldn't you agree ?? ❜
the man said nothing, the only noise filling the space between them the distant conversations happening outside the sealed office door, the scribbling of the officer's pen on paper, and the hands of vincent's watch ticking at a snail's pace on his now twitchy wrist.
❛ what was your relationship to christopher ?? ❜ came the next question, no commentary provided on his answer to the last. vincent clicked his tongue, shifting his weight back in his chair, eyes moving to the window on the far side as he cocked his head to the side to relieve an ache in the joints of his neck — a few pops eliciting from the movement. ❛ like i told you, ❜ vincent started, boredom setting in his tone and features despite the racing of his heart. ❛ — we were just acquaintances. friends by association, i guess. i knew his brother, kai, we played hockey together. chris would loom around us but, i wouldn't necessarily say that was because he and i were friends.❜ especially not if chris had caught wind that vincent was having a little too much fun with his girlfriend, helena, or that vincent liked to target chris with some of his more adventerous dares just to put his brother , kai , on the spot. that vince would shit talk the younger wilder as both foreplay and a conversation starter just because he COULD. ❛ i knew him but. . . i really didn't, you know ?? are there any other questions, or, are we finished here ?? ❜
vince needed to get out, he needed to get some fresh air ( and a fresh bump ) in his system before he combusted. the man nodded his head, and vincent rose from his seat, extending his hand out for a firm and final handshake; sealing the deal, concluding the conversation. turning on his heel, vincent moved to walk out of the room, stopping once his fingers met the cool metal of the handle. gazing over his shoulder, vincent offered a small smile; ❛ he was a good kid, i hope you guys find out what happened to him. ❜
but he didn't.
not really.
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zahra and her mother had a standing coffee date on wednesday mornings. once the opening rush had calmed down, zahra would stop by before work and the two women would spend an hour or so catching up. there had been a time when they'd catch up over dinner at her mother's house, but zahra refused to even be in the same room as her father mother's husband now.
dressed slightly less flamboyantly than usual, having spent more time on her makeup this morning, the brunette goes to open the door, but it forcefully swings forward before she gets a chance. the brunette is able to step back to avoid the door itself, but not the woman who pushed it open in the first place. sanem's biting words cause zahra to pause, an almost incredulous look on her face. why the hell did she seem so angry? an odd feeling settles within her as the other's tone softens, and zahra glances over sanem's shoulder at the door, but her mom is still busy behind the counter, so it's not like she's technically in a rush. "yeah, you were leaving the shop like a bat out of hell."
sanem moved to grasp the strap of her purse like it was the handle of a loaded nine millimeter, knuckles turning the color of paste as fury flared in her cheeks. of course all of this information about chris wilder would come out . . . right in time to force her own case, her own story, onto the precipice of irrelevancy. grinding her teeth behind pursed lips, sanem's stone-cold gaze moved towards zahra's, a callousness she didn't have the strength to mask leaving her gaze frosty and distant. sanem was speaking, sand he was physically here, but mentally . . . she was on an entirely different planet. ❛ someone in there was pestering me, ❜ sanem replied, forcing a lilt to her words so they didn't come out as monotone as her brain wished them to have been. maybe she could grasp one final straw, see if there was a damn person in lincoln city who gave a shit about what SHE had gone through. the tragedy SHE had endured. caused. ❛ — seems that not everyone in this city is enveloped in the recent findings in the wilder case. some still appear to be enamored with my injustice, one i'm still mourning and am in no place to speak on. i can't even go out and have coffee without being badgered.❜ no, that was the entirely the problem. NO ONE was badgering her. lying through her teeth, sanem heaved a sigh, turning her gaze away and looking instead over zahra's shoulder; ❛ sorry for almost crashing into you i just . . . i had to get out. ❜
❛ tell me about it , ❜ his words slipped out in response to her having gone through bring trapped before . of course , kai knew about what had happened to sanem's family . he didn't know every 𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 detail but he knew what he'd seen in some passing news . maybe he didn't know if that's what she was speaking about now but there was a part of him that wanted to know . ( call it morbid curiosity . ) that was until they moved onto the next thing . there was a genuine curiosity growing inside of kai each and every moment he was around sanem . there was something . . . ( off about her . ) something he 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 quite put his finger on , yet . but kai was curious enough to encourage and entertain whatever it was that was bubbling under the surface with sanem . whatever it was that 𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 the two of them to each other . that and perhaps , kai himself was off in his own right . off enough to know something was also off with sanem and he still encourage the not so subtle 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐄 she seemed to have to him . an allure that he was starting to gain towards her as well . that being said , their reasonings for being pulled to the other were more than likely based on a different surface . kai liked the unknown , he liked things to keep him interested and he liked the unsettling . he liked things that weren't quite right . while samen had her own reasonings for having her eye on him . kai was someone that ran hot and cold . if you gained his interested , he would entertain it . if you didn't , he wouldn't care an ounce about you . if you managed to gain his interest and lose it in a matter of seconds , you may as well of never had it in the first place . he could go from interested to completely disinterested in the matter of seconds . but sanem had managed to keep his attention for longer than a few seconds . he'd always marked sanem down as someone that wouldn't light anything up in him . that wouldn't get the gears turning in his own head . that she wouldn't be worth the conversation but he was 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 surprised , so far .
⏤ kai took a step towards her , eyes following her eye line as she tilted her head up to look at him . a slight glint in his eye as he kept his gaze on hers . she was turning out to be an interesting distraction , ( there was no question about that . ) ❛ is that what you want , sanem ? ❜ kai questioned , moving even closer to the girl . the two practically inches apart from one another . if there was 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 that got kai's gears turning , it was a challenge . something that felt out of the ordinary day to day . ❛ for my mind to wander ? ❜ tilting his head to the side , a way of making him feel slightly closer to the brunette despite being taller . eyes widened for a moment as he brought a hand up to tap against his temple . ❛ wanna watch me lose my shit along with everyone else in here ? watch my head spin ? ❜ another question , this time a smirk played on his lips as he asked . straightening up slightly , as his hand dropped down just enough for him to reached over and brush the strains of hair in front of her shoulder behind it . ❛ how 'bout an offer ? ❜ kai began , that same half smirk playing on his lips . ❛ you find a way to stimulate me , i'll find a way to stimulate you . ❜ what was the harm ? ( right ? )
kai's voice was a siren's song; alluring but deadly, flirting with an afterlife only sanem's family had seen . . . one she had yet to witness for herself, and one she only planned to greet when she went out in a blaze of monumental glory. the closer he got, the more scarce air became, practically breathing in his presence as if she needed it for survival. fingers stretched by her sides, flexing until her joints ached, before she folded them in so manicured nails could press into the tender flesh of her palm — so intensely there were bound to be crescent shaped marks in their wake. at his inquiry, about what she wanted, her lips — candied by the dampness her tongue left in its wake as it slid across them — split into an almost wicked smile. of course that was what she wanted . . . for his mind to wander. for his mind to get lost in the violent storm that was the hurricane flashing in pools of cerulean, framed by dark lashes that fluttered with each word he spoke, each breath he took. kai was so close she could practically taste the salt from his skin on the air between them, half tempted to push her tongue out from between grinning petals in order to lap at the essence currently occupying her personal space but . . . she refrained, pressing the tip of that very muscle against the back of pearly white teeth instead. ❛ might make you more interesting, ❜ sanem teased, chin tilting up further, trying to close the gap their height difference caused by elevating her face ( her lips ) closer to his. her breaths quickened as he continued, almost hypnotized, the idea of him losing his mind in front of her so enticing her mouth watered. it wasn't that sanem was crazy, at least she didn't think so, but she had a deep yearning for the deranged. for the peculiar. kai wilder losing his mind right in front of her was quite the promising visual indeed, one that made her face enflame with heat and caused her abdomen to coil in on itself as a forbidden warmth pulsed like a heartbeat beneath her naval.
kai's touch sent electricity zipping through her, enough of a shock to make goose bumps pepper the skin beneath tulle sleeves, breath hitching as she leaned into him — just a feather's kiss away from her torso colliding with his own. ❛ an offer ?? ❜ she echoed, words floating, breath infused into each syllable as pupils swelled to the point that her irises were practically non-existent. STIMULATION . . . such a thing could come in many forms. eyes were tempted to flicker around the room, see if anyone was baring witness to the encounter that was happening beneath their noses; the victims of two tragedies brought together by a force unrecognizable . . .and yet, her gaze remained trained on his; obedient, ever serving. lips melted into a smile that almost seemed innocent, eyes batting, hands reaching forward to take hold of his shirt — tugging on it, like a needy child. ❛ is this conversation not stimulating enough ?? ❜ sanem asked with a pout, though the question was rhetorical, knowing that if it were . . . he wouldn't be suggesting otherwise. now reaching to grasp his wrist, sanem turned on her heel, tugging hard enough to kai no other option but to follow, palm of her unoccupied hand reaching to push on the nearest door and open it ( the same door that conveniently lead to the VERY hall she had ventured down to complete her dare ) . . . adrenaline pulsed so quick through her veins it was almost nauseating— intoxicating, even. her heart felt like that of a ticking time bomb. ❛ what kind of stimulation are we talking, kai wilder ?? ❜ sanem cooed, voice echoing like a forbidden song off the dust-ridden lockers and freshly painted brick. then, she suddenly turned, so quickly that he had no choice but to walk right into her. now flush to his chest, eyes burning bright despite the lack of lighting save for a flickering bulb down the hall. sanem's voice dropped to a whisper, a wanton lull to it; ❛ — because there are all different kinds of stimulation, but if you intend to return to the favor . . . i might consider my options more delicately. ❜
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tabloids were devouring it — ' belonging's of chris wilder's, a case believed to have gone cold ten years ago, found '. . . and sanem was seething with a jealousy that was making her teeth hurt. clutching her phone, she was quick to slam it face down onto the surface of the table she was sitting at, ears burnt scarlet, cheeks almost identical in hue as blood rushed to the apples of them and warmed her skin. chris wilder; the bastard . . . the THIEF of spotlights; both the bane of her existence and object of her desires. sanem quickly stood from where she sat, abandoning a half-sipped cup of coffee and a barely-touched croissant as she slipped her phone into her purse and moved with haste through the room, pushing through the front door of the coffee shop she had been occupying. fury coursed through her like a drug, adrenaline making her nerves stand on their most alert edge, and yet nothing could have prepared her to run into someone on her way out. kitten heels scraped on concrete, balance disturbed as she rocked forward and back, holding her arms out to catch herself. sanem's head flew up, no moment to process, pleasantries long forgotten as angry silver rimmed her eyes; ❛ — excuse me.❜ words icy and sharp, like that of a shard of freshly broken glass, blue eyes burning with an emotion not even she herself recognized. always his tragedy, never hers — no matter how GRAND it had been ( how grand she had made it to be . . . ) catching herself, swallowing her anger with a clearing of her throat, sanem turned her face away before they could read the fine print scribbled in the margins of her features. ❛ i . . . i didn't see you there.❜
Hollis had always liked Mary-Anne, as he'd liked everyone else. He wasn't religious himself, any amount of his hope that someone was looking out for them lost the day Chris went under and not one person stepped forward — including himself. But he considered it... a vice. Some people clung to religion, others to alcohol, others to whatever else they could to hang onto their sanity. He spent every Sunday morning hungover and he wasn't going to judge someone that spent them in church instead. "Oh, hello Mary-Anne," he greeted her, his smile faltering though he tried his best to not let her see the shift in his expression. He didn't want to be rude. "Oh, of course. Sure, yes." Hands pushed into his pockets, Hollis leaned back on the soles of his feet. "You'll have to remind me, what is it that I'm supposed to... do?"
a glow that could only come from practicing ones passion rested upon her cheeks as she reached into the basket nestled in the crook of her arm to grab him a prayer book. extending it to him, the woman cocked her head to the side, eyes seeming to sparkle but . . . there wasn't much purity in her gaze. pure intent, maybe, but deep down ?? the belief that she was his saving grace, finally being welcomed into his heart with his acceptance of her proposal. ❛ wonderful, it won't take up much of your time . . . promise, ❜ mary-anne grinned, nodding her head to reaffirm her words, using her hand to beckon him closer so they occupied the same side of the sidewalk. giggling at his inquiry, mary shook her head, waving dismissively; her smile wide — infectious, almost ( meant to be SPREAD ). ❛ well, whatever your spirit guides you to do. whatever His spirit tells you. many bow their heads, close their eyes . . . find a place of peace and solitude so they can really open up their hearts to His word. ❜
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 , @abstractguilt .
❛ i just want to thank you , ❜ zeppelin began as he stood in front of sanem . a soft smile played against his lips as he handed over the little batch of flowers . zeppelin being . . . well zeppelin . . . he had his 𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 and 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 but he also had his little charms . those flowers being specially picked on one of his walks . ( he was a man of nature , ) what could he say ? besides , he felt as though sanem 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐄𝐃 him during his full on panic attack during the lockdown . any alternative motives or chaos seeking from the girl completely out of the question for zeppelin . he 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘 felt as though , someone saw him for the first time and 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 to be there for him . a thank you , some flowers , it was the least he could do . little did he know there was a lot more swirling around the girls brain than he'd ever be able to comprehend . ❛ it's not every day someone tries to talk the guy falling to the ground down . i appreciate it . ❜
zeppelin showing up to her front door was . . . the last thing sanem had expected this dreary and dull wednesday afternoon. the air outside was sticky with impending summer heat, clinging to her bare legs as she opened the door in nothing but one of her brother's hoodies and a pair of comfortable shorts ( she had been too restless to check the peephole ). cocking her head, she scrunched her brows; ❛ thank me for what . . . ?? ❜ she echoed, glancing down at what was in his hands, suddenly feeling her heart melt in her chest as an appreciative smile graced her lips. accepting the flowers, sanem cooed at them, gently stroking some of the soft and feathery petals with the pad of her finger before taking a soft whiff of them. then her gaze, ceruleans glossy with gratitude, found zeppelins; he was . . . so sweet. so endearing. genuine and thoughtful; everything sanem wasn't beneath her sculpted, porcelain exterior. ❛ oh. . . it was nothing, zepp. i care about you; i always have,❜ she beamed, tucking the flowers to her chest, cradling them as if they were a living, breathing infant that needed to be nurtured. stepping forward, sanem pressed her weight onto her tiptoes and stretched her spine in order to reach his cheek with her lips, planting a soft kiss upon the apple, warmth spreading throughout her features as she did so ( highschool infatuation never goes away quite easily ). ❛ thank you, ❜ she whispered against peach fuzz before dropping her feet flat once more, the height difference between them fully restored. looking behind her, then at the brunette once more, she offered a soft grin; ❛ do you . . . i mean . . . w-would you like to come inside ?? ❜
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fuck... he had already put his foot in his mouth. "oh shit, yeah uh..." what was he supposed to say? oh right, you don't have anyone to call because you're family was fucking murdered, and you were the only person who was left alive. if the case around chris had not been consuming river's thoughts for the past number of years, and if it hadn't moved in further to the forefront of his thoughts since arriving back in lincoln city, perhaps river would take a second look at sanem. maybe he would notice how she was currently grieving out in the open, in a very public space, instead of in private like many people seem to. maybe he would realize how strange it is that she made it out of that house when the rest of her family didn't. but he was in a brain fog of sorts, and he wasn't even questioning this.
right now, he was just thinking about how to make her feel better. "i was gonna go to the court for a bit," he started, not realizing what he was really doing until the sentence was out of his mouth. "but um, if you need a distraction, i can change my plans. don't really have anything else in mind, but... just wanted to offer." what the fuck are you doing river?
turning her face down to her lap, sanem toyed with the hem of her dress, twisting the fabric between her fingers, fidgeting, trying to swallow down the giddy, prideful smile that was making the muscles in her cheeks BURN the longer she forced her lips to remain in downward curve. river was . . . well, she wasn't really sure what he was. who he was. sanem was a wallflower for the majority of her saint mary days, besides the times she was doing dares and making a display of herself; hiding behind the shadow of her elder and far more popular brother. sliding her tongue along her lower lip, she breathed through her nose; a sad laugh . . . filled with air and exhaustion. ❛ it's alright , ❜ sanem reassured, freeing her fingers from the hem of her dress so she could wipe under her eyes once more, taking another deep breath, and exhaling slowly; calming the quickening of her heart, the one that beat with the hope to be heard. to be SEEN.
at his offer, the brunette scrunched manicured brows together, lifting her chin so misted ceruleans found his gaze, head cocking to the side. . ❛ r-really ?? ❜ sanem inquired, almost in disbelief, a smile finally breaking free before she was shaking her head, having to force her eyes elsewhere; back to her lap, back to her fidgeting hands. . ❛ it's . . . no, no that's okay, river. i — i don't want to take away from your afternoon with all my blubbering. ❜ but she did. more than anything, she wanted him to stay. give her his full and undivided attention — his SYMPATHY. . ❛ that's . . . that's really sweet to offer, but, ❜ she looked up again, eyes watery and almost pleading for him to ignore her dismissal. . ❛ — i'm okay. i'll be okay. ❜
