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         ind. multi-muse written by sylrien based on the brothers grimm, perrault,          girl interrupted & american horror story: asylum, featuring mentally          ill fairy tale figures within a 1950s asylum setting exploring potentially          triggering themes and content

           “–I’d offer you a smoke, but I’m not all that sure             that’s legal.”

          ”I'm twenty-one. It’s not my fault I look twelve.”                                                   Well, sixteen at best.

               poppy patted the pockets of her coat, turning them inside inside out. “ i had keys in there just a couple o’ minutes ago, ” she remarked, smile fading. “ and i don’t believe in neither magically disappearing keychains or vanishing cash. ” thank god her phone and wallet were concealed within inner pockets, or she might’ve lost them too. “ seriously, just give them back. or keep the coins if you want ‘em that bad, but i’d rather not have to pick my own lock. ”

            “I told ya’ I ‘ent got nothin’!” He protested, the             best look of offence he could muster on his face.             “Look, ya’ can even pat me down if you want.             Jus’ don’t get frisky, yeah? Or do. I ‘ent fussed.”                         And if waggling his brows and giving                         the cheekiest grin wasn’t utterly charming                         then what else could be? The answer is plenty.

               " very smooth, mister…whoever. “ the look she gives him is skeptical at best, eyes unblinking. ” now, that was VERY cute ( although somewhat cliché ), but — whatever you just took, give it back. “

            “Wotchya talking ‘bout?” He asked, the picture             of innocence on his face -- which had also             admittedly broken a few hearts along the way).                         “I got nothing, swear it! Look.”             And he raised his hands as a show of truth,             wherever he hid the cash was anybody’s guess.

The problem with us common types is that we’re light-fingered. Kingsman’s taught me a lot, but sleight of hand… I had that done already.

Allerdale Hall concept art

no funeral necessary | m.a.w (via dvoyd)