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                       ❝  ----- carol  .  ❞  there’s no bite to her tone but krys isn’t   ---   elated to see her  (  legally  .  only legally  )   adopted mother  ,  either  .  there’s frostbite in her pale blues and she’s  ---  thrusting her hands inside the pockets of her oversized flannel   (  one she’d received some eight or so years ago from jessica jones herself  .  the first shirt she’d ever had  )  .  ❝  you’re back  ,  ❞  she mumbles carefully  ,  gaze fixed on the blonde and brow arched  .   ❝  ------  you missed a lot  .  ❞

                   there’s five fingers raking through tattered  ,  dishevelled locks as krys descends the staircase from the danvers-drew apartment  .  the sunlight is   ----   blinding  ,  actually  .  after days of gazing up at nothing by the chipping paint and light fixtures of her mother’s bedroom  .  and the crock is stifling a hiss as the pain burns through her lids  ,  palms pressing against her eyes and  . she composes herself after a moment  ,  blinking tears from purple crescent-framed hues as the watercolours of the world awash to a landscape   ---   there  .  ❝  hey  ,  ems  .  good to see you  .  ❞

❝  i can try  ,  ❞  she’s never been one to make promises  .  often she falls short  .  but she’s conceding for now  ,  at least  .  ❝  it’s  --  ❞   krys works the flesh of her bottom lip between her teeth  ,  downcast eyes fluttering to meet the gaze of her sister  .  she manages to tilt her mouth upwards into   --   some semblance of a forced smile  .  ❝  it’s  --  fuck  ,  artemis  .  it’s fucking hard  .  you and sam being here  --  it’s a fucking lot  .  how do i know you won’t leave again  ?  how do i know   --   he won’t take me again  ?   ❞

[ text → ✉ → avery morse ]: i miss you [ text → ✉ → avery morse ]: and --- i’m sorry [ text → ✉ → avery morse ]: for --  everything that happened. 

[ text → ✉ → emmaline quinzel ]: something like that. [ text → ✉ → emmaline quinzel ]: it’s been a rough month [ text → ✉ → emmaline quinzel ]: i’ll tell you all about it when i see you. [ text → ✉ → emmaline quinzel ]: okay. [ text → ✉ → emmaline quinzel ]: text me when you’re here.

[ text → ✉ → samantha crock ]: i still think about him, you know. [ text → ✉ → samantha crock ]: i still miss him sometimes.  [ text → ✉ → samantha crock ]: i even worry i still love him sometimes.

[ text → ✉ → momma ]: hey, aves. i’m sorry i haven’t messaged sooner. i just wanted to let you know that it’s been rough, but. i’m okay. and. shit. i wanted to see how you’re doing. [ text → ✉ → momma ]: oh fuck [ text → ✉ → momma ]: sorry momma

[ text → ✉ → jessica jones ]: hey it’s krys [ text → ✉ → jessica jones ]: i need your help with something [ text → ✉ → jessica jones ]: it’s kinda fucked up so can you come over

 (  krys . ) |   ( roe . ) | ( reine . ) | ( zee. ) | ( blake . ) ( scarlet . ) | ( gems . ) | ( ebony. ) | ( aya . ) | ( luke . ) 

she tries not to FLINCH at the feeling of hands on her face  .  in the past  ,  that contact alone would have incited conflict  ,  would have spurred frost from clenched fists  .  but she swallows the bile and pride in her throat  ,  instead meets the woman’s eyes  .  look at me  .  it’s a command she’s deft to follow  ,  and yet  ,  borealis hues find themselves lingering on anna marie’s gaze  ,  searching her expression for any signs of pity  .  she finds none  ,  and relaxes  .   ❝   -----------    easier  ?  ❞  her brows spider together  .  maybe it would be  .  maybe one day   (  not today  )  .    ❝  i’ve been fighting my whole fucking life for things to get easier  .  and it’s just one fucking setback after another  ,  ❞  krys is groaning it out  ,  cheap porcelain teeth finding the flesh of her bottom lip  ,  tugging until it’s chapped and raw and scarred  .   ❝  i just can’t trust myself to be around people  .  knowing that    --   someone could say two goddamn words and i’ll fucking snap  .  it’s   --   ❞   she shakes her head  ,  refracting in her eyes is a sickly  ,  dull glow of a blue moon  ,  one of death and decay  ,  a flicker of hope that could be absolved and eclipsed at any given moment  .  stolen  ,  snatched  ,  by the pariahs of cadmus  ,  forcing her back to the weapon she’d been designed to become  .  ❝  it fucking sucks  .  easier or not  .  it’s the same shit i’ll have to live with  ,  and   --   it makes me want to pull away from everyone  .  they’re all better off without me  .  ❞

(  in her mind is a conversation between a young krys and jessica jones  .  an    i love my daddy    choked out from a scar-ridden frame  ,  from flesh-eating bones  .  but she doesn’t love him  .  not anymore  )  

❝  naomi  --  ❞    (    i’m sorry  .  i  miss you  .  i never wanted to attack you  .  stay the fuck away from me  .  i’m only going to hurt you   .  i   --   )     ❝  fuck  .  ❞   she’s not good with words  .  never been a poet  .  nor a writer  .  she’d bled feeling through cracked knuckles onto the punching bags in the training room  .  over and over until her arms were jello and her legs collapsed beneath her weight  .  but now  ?  there’s nowhere to run  .  nowhere to escape  .  she has to face the atrocities sebastian wilson forced her to commit  .  has to   ----    ❝  we both are  ,  ❞   she’s groaning it out through a clenched jaw and teary eyes  .  she’d promised herself she wouldn’t cry but  .  fuck  .  shit  .  fucking shit  .   ❝  and i’m so fucking sorry for that  .  i’m so sorry you got dragged into all this shit  .  i     ---   never meant to hurt you  ,  nai  .  you’re so important to me    ---   ❞ 

❝  will it  ?  ❞  krystal crock has never been a devout optimist  .  she’s a realist  ,  often toeing that line to unyielding pessimism  ,  especially in times of distress  ,  and  .  fuck  .  this last month has been nothing if not a testament to her willpower and ability to overcome adversary  (  by which she means she has none  .  she’s failing  )  .   ❝  they figured out it was bash fucking with my head  ---   ❞  fuck  .  trembling hands find matted blonde tresses  ,  caked with filth from neglect  .  how she longs to tear them from their roots  .  ❝  but that doesn’t mean this shit can’t happen again  .  it also doesn’t mean i’m safe from other threats  ,  either  .  from my stupid fucking brother who’s nothing more than my father’s pawn  ,  to my actual father himself  ,  who could return at any moment  .  not to mention other cadmus super soldiers who didn’t end up fucked like i did  .  ❞  it’s a moment of weakness in which her lower lip quivers as she eyes the professor cautiously  .  wearily  .  she’s not sure the extent of what jessica had told her  ,  nor the information paragon already attained  ,  but   --   ❝  it feels fucking hopeless to me  ,  most days  .  i appreciate the pep talk though  .  sorry i’m such a bummer  .  ❞

❝  did  ?  ❞  the room is spinning  .  blood cold and unflowing  .  there’s a bitter silence in her head where her heartbeat should be  .  instead she no longer hears her blood pumping  .  no reassurance she’s alive  .  it’s a hollowness in her chest and a fire in her lungs and eyes that never stop burning  .  she observes anna carefully  .  but there’s heartbreak in her otherwise impenetrable blues and she thinks maybe she’ll be sick  .  everyone’s seemed to wonder the same thing  ,  really  .  how fucked up it is to have your own mind invaded and have to apologize to everyone else for your misfortunes  .  for the pain you’d been forced to inflict  .   (  they made you to be a monster  )   ❝  ---  still fucking do  .  ❞  she sputters it out through clenched teeth  ,  worn down by the grit of life and her jaw locks as she rests her icy gaze on anna knight  .  she wants to be better  .  yet better isn’t a place or a state of mind but an unreachable goal with no end in sight  .  ❝  never stopped  .  only thing that changed was some fucking dick ruining my life  .  ❞

❝  please  . ❞  she’s groaning it out  ,  reaching for her mother’s hand  ,  twining their fingers  .  everything recently had been a lot  .  the attacks  .  lockdown  .  investigation  .  aftermath  .  she’s left hollowed and empty  ,  weakened  and tired  .  not entirely human  ,  not entirely alive  .   ❝   just  .  take me away from here  ,  momma  .  wherever you want  .  as far as you want  .  let’s just fucking go  .  ❞