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    DEAD.AT.DAWN　,　the  girl  the  sea  didn ’t  keep  ,  born  too  early  and  stayed  too  long  ,  mud  under her  nails  ,  a  fox  in  the  henhouse  .  a  study  in  growing  up  and  healing  ,  in  compulsive  desire  and  self- sabotage  ,  in  control  and  permanence  ,  in  loving  wrong  ,  and  in  living  with  a  girlhood  undone  .

  a  roleplay  side  blog  from  @rinesque  surrounding  original  muse  orla  ní  shúilleabháin  .   written  by  maeve  (   they / she  ,  twenty  ,  gmt   )   .   minors  and  personals  dni   .  starters   are  always  open  unless  stated   .   activity  can  vary  but  plotting  is  always  welcomed   .   heavy topics will be discussed , proceed with caution

orla tilted her heard, squinting from where she sat in the bathtub. “i don’t think so…” she said slowly, a beat between each word as she studied her friend before eventually standing up and out of the porcelain. “you did do a botched job though,” she wasn’t going to lie. it didn’t look the worse, but she probably should’ve stepped in sooner; honestly, the only reason she didn’t was because she wanted to see how it was going to play out.