𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖔𝖚𝖘 / ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ.

sent by ➣ @floralege

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

“You’re not allowed to laugh,” Amy rules, her voice a small mumble against her forearms as her chin rests of the surface of the dining room table, her eyes distantly following the leaps and curls of the fire in the hearth in the next room. 

“But I don’t think anyone is ever going to love me. Really love me. Be in love with me.”

She swallows. It sounds silly, saying it out loud, but it also sounds true. It feels true. Of course, she knows her sisters love her. Marmee and father love her too, she knows; without question or condition. And she wants that to be good enough. She wishes it were enough. 

“I’m afraid that I’ve made myself so much of a fraud that even if someone does fall in love with me, it won’t be the real version. I don’t even know what the real version is. But if anyone saw it, I think they’d be disappointed.”

  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑  𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍  𝚒𝚜  𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚢  𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝   -----   beyond  the  crackling  fire  and  marmee’s  dulcet  croon  echoing  through  the  intimate  homestead,  there’s  a  muted  harmony  that  gives  jo  brief  respite  long  enough  to  finish  her  latest  play.  enraptured  by  illustrious  tales  of  dashing  heroes  and  feverish  adventures,  she  hadn’t  noticed  her  additional  company  :  she  very  nearly  parts  her  lips  to  request  amy  read  a  few  dubious  lines  aloud,  but  it  seems  her  sister  has  much  else  on  her  mind.  love,  love,  love  :  the  common  thread  among  her  sisters,  the  sole  desire  that  jo  rarely  understood.  not  the  love  of  family  or  companions,  which  she  savored  wholeheartedly,  but  romantic  love  that  lead  to  romeo  and  juliet  decaying  in  each  other’s  arms.

“  a  faint  grasp  on  personal  identity  doesn’t  make  you  a  fraud,  amy,  it  makes  you  human   -----   a  young  one  at  that.  you’d  be  awfully  bored  if  you  knew  everything  about  yourself  right  now.  ”  jo  sets  down  her  pencil,  offering  amy  the  rarity  of  her  undivided  attention.  “  isn’t  the  love  we  give  you  enough  ?  i  can  promise  that  i’ll  love  you  more  than  a  million  desperate  suitors  ever  could.  and  we’d  have  more  to  laugh  about.  ”  there  isn’t  a  single  person  more  enchanting  and  exciting  than  amy,  despite  the  countless  ways  she  ignites  jo’s  temper,  and  the  elder  sister  quietly  seethes  at  the  notion  of  romance  being  the  only  ambition  set  forth  for  amy.

            i’ve  got  the  𝐤𝐞𝐲  𝐭𝐨  𝐦𝐲  𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞  in  the  air  -----   but  whether  i                                    can  𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛  remains  to  be  seen. 

      ➠ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 – @maerches·       ↳  ‘ tell me you’re not planning on doing anything stupid. ’

“On the contrary,” Laurie argues, his arms folding across his chest as his head tilts, the large tree that had caught his eye was the sole focus of his steer as the cogs in his mind were practically audible in their work. It must have been older than their grandfathers put together – if hers were still with them – and yet he was overcome with the urge to scale it like he was built for such things. 

Those whims are something he blames entirely on the most rambunctious of the March sisters, who made him realise he had almost entirely missed out on a childhood. 

( While also reminding him that joy could still be reclaimed. )

Like most of his fancies, the urge wasn’t passing, inspiring him to all but zip passed Jo with a mischievous look of encouragement on his face for her to follow. 

“I never plan my stupidity, I just unleash it and hope it finds it’s way to brilliance by the end.”

     “  forgive  me,  teddy,  i  didn’t  get  a  chance  to  finish  -----   ”  feline  grin  stretches  across  grinning  lips,  the  swashbuckling  pirate’s  hat  (  or  marmee’s  bonnet  that  the  imaginative  duo  had  repurposed  )   tilting  over  gleaming  hues,  “  ------   i  meant  to  add  without  me.  ”

jo  straddles  two  worlds,  with  a  feeble  grasp  on  either  :  she  can  spot  adulthood  taunting  on  the  horizon,  marriages  and  families  and  all  those  curious  things  that  had  been  laid  out  for her  with  little  regard  for  what  SHE  wants   -----   and  then  there’s  youth,  blissfully  gold,  begging  not  to  be  forgotten,  and  that’s  where  jo  carves  out  a  slice  of  the  world  for  herself  and  teddy.   just  them,  always  them. 

“  stupidity  and  brilliance  are  horrifically  close  to  one  another  !  ”  she  calls  out  breathlessly,  grasping  the  hem  of  her  perpetually  torn  skirt  as  she  eagerly  follows  suit.  a  few  paces  and  a  hefty  lunge  later,  she  flings  herself  on  laurie’s  back,  sending  them  both  toppling  into  the  grass.