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@multivherse
you were always the strongest. an independent, highly selective and incredibly low-activity portrayal of olivia dunham from fox’s fringe, exploring self-discovery, self-resurrection, and the known unknown. 18+ and mutuals only. dissected by rory. #multivherse.
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starter call.
Night Landscapes.
Reunion after (physical) trauma prompts
tws apply: grief/fear for someone’s life, mention of injuries, unconsciousness, hospitals, comas, mention of involuntary drugging. that’s the general vibe.
WORDS
“Theeeere you are. Hi. Welcome back.”
“Breathe. Hi, we found you, just breathe for me, okay?”
“This is going to hurt, but it will help you.”
“You’re safe. [Name], can you hear me? They’re here to help you, you need to let them help you.”
“I found them, they’re over here!”
“Does anyone have medical training?”
“N.. no, no, no, no, hey. [Name]? Hi, I’ve got you.”
“You can sleep, [name]. It’s over.”
“I’ll still be here when you wake up.”
“You were in an induced coma. Your body went through a lot.”
“I wasn’t –… Your doctors weren’t sure you’d wake up.”
“[Name]? Was that - did you squeeze my hand?”
“It’s okay. It’s meant to be there, it’s helping you breathe.”
“Can you hear me?”
“You.. you were so close to dying. I was scared.”
ACTIONS
[ GATHER ] for sender to gather receiver’s (unconscious) body into their arms, in the style of no no no not them.
[ STARING ] for sender to find receiver sitting alone staring at a wall, covered in blood, and to touch their arm.
[ WAITING ] for sender to be waiting at receiver’s hospital bedside when receiver finally comes out of a coma, or wakes from surgery.
[ STEADY ] for sender to catch or steady receiver when receiver tries to stand up too early or to push their body past what it’s ready for
[ TEARS ] for receiver to find tears on sender’s face, when they’re finally reunited (either immediately after the trauma, or waking up in a hospital), because sender thought receiver was dead or dying
[ GRIEF ] for receiver to wake up just as sender is saying goodbye, because the doctors told them to. feel free to specify what they might be saying. do not judge me, this is going in the meme
[ LETTER ] for sender to find a last letter, video, text, etc that receiver made for them, thinking they wouldn’t make it out of the situation alive. Obviously receiver does make it out alive, but the letter/video still exists (and receiver will detail what’s in it).
[ FIGHT ] for receiving muse to not recognize sender or medical staff trying to help them, due to being drugged or otherwise disoriented – so they fight.
• eamonsphotoss
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I still think that this is deeply irresponsible, and believe me, I would know.
↳ FRINGE (2008-2013) | S01E01
silence is a cage— a wall— a lock and key, the space between thought and words, plan and action. olivia has always liked the quiet, even if she knows not many people do. there’s something about the way the air feels when it’s still, when there’s nothing but her and the time waning by to keep her company.
but here, in the interrogation room, empty save for the fuse snuffed within it, the silence is not a solace— it’s a shield, barring the metaphorical bullet from the brain. it doesn’t comfort her like she thinks it should. ( not many things that comfort her anymore. )
❝ neat trick. ❞ olivia quips as she saunters past the door. she feels the words more than she can hear them, the hum of her headphones filling in the gaps. they’d distanced themselves from the other’s voice with a cheap trick walter’d cooked up, radio frequencies breaking up the path she’s marked from mouth to ear. it makes liv brave in her bitterness; she tosses the evidence folder across the table with a flick of her wrist, one hand in her pocket, the other bracing her weight. ❝ the whole ‘throwing your voice’ thing? must be fun at parties. ❞
they wouldn’t have found her if not for the anonymous tip. the cases the fringe division came across were often unsolvable by design, solvable by human error. this one, however, had proven to be one of their biggest challenges yet. they’d identified at least two other victims in similar fashion: talking one moment and gone the next, no warning, little reaction, their skulls flying like shrapnel through an unsuspecting room. walter had called it exciting when he’d first heard the news. he delighted in the strangeness of it, the facts and figures he picked from the bones of every mystery. peter had suggested a virus, astrid some sort of tech; it wasn’t until broyles had called that they’d confirmed what liv suspected all along: this horror was a man-made thing— another weapon built by hands built by god building a door to what they were never meant to grasp.
she takes no satisfaction in being right.
olivia slides into the chair across @astremourante, peeling the folder apart with purpose, the photos slapped in front of her accompanying her gaze. this is the part where the victims’ faces peer up at them, their bodies bent, cold and glazed at the eyes— but the woman had carved that opportunity out of the photos herself, leaving holes where the head should be. olivia’s not expecting remorse. deciphering the other’s ability would have to come second to the reason for it, especially with a target as big as the lead scientist at massive dynamic. call it grace, then, for that unexpected tip— for the chance to trap her before she’d even bared her teeth to bite. but liv had her own doubts about that good samaritan. there is such a thing as knowing too much, and whoever’d spilled that secret certainly did. maybe the woman knew who it was. maybe she didn’t. maybe, if coaxed from the corner she’d found herself in, they could stop something like this from happening again, stop something— anything— chip at the anxiety that liv presses to her breast when the weight of it all bogs her down. the selfishness of that is not lost on her, even if the selflessness of it is. what she knows and doesn’t know and what fills the time between forces her forward even here, even now, even always and always and always. so she balls her fist in her lap away from the other woman’s view, her eyes unwavering, her jaw set so she can’t stray from what she’s so carefully hidden.
only one way to find out.
❝ vincent moore, ❞ olivia starts; her voice sounds like a cd skipping from the next room, feedback crackling beneath it. her finger glides from one picture to the next, death to death to failed attempt, ❝ jane halloway, richard sinclair— i mean, who are these people to you? vendetta? marks? some sort of… sick game? ❞
Rainer Maria Rilke in a letter to Lou Andreas-Salomé, published in Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters
𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒
from this generator.
❛ close your eyes and hold out your hands. ❜ ❛ what are you smiling at? ❜ ❛ i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i? ❜ ❛ was it you? did you do all this? ❜ ❛ i don’t know how you do this every day… ❜ ❛ that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you’ve just met. ❜ ❛ i’m not sorry. ❜ ❛ i did warn you not to trust me. ❜ ❛ do you remember anything? at all? ❜ ❛ you’re lucky you’re cute. ❜ ❛ why don’t you just kill me? ❜ ❛ did you hurt yourself? ❜ ❛ i could show you the way. ❜ ❛ i don’t feel so good. ❜ ❛ you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner. ❜ ❛ don’t go. please. ❜ ❛ you wanna know what your problem is? ❜ ❛ i’m here to drink alone. ❜ ❛ don’t run away from this. ❜ ❛ i’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜ ❛ i didn’t realize you were in so much pain. ❜ ❛ i guess it runs in the family, huh? ❜ ❛ you wouldn’t understand. ❜ ❛ we’ve been through a lot. i think we should just lay low and take it easy. ❜ ❛ dangerous to be out so late. ❜ ❛ i hope you haven’t been standing out in the cold this whole time. ❜ ❛ i made a mistake. ❜ ❛ am i not good enough? ❜ ❛ i’m going to get you out of here. ❜ ❛ why did you bring me here? ❜ ❛ aren’t we in a good mood today? ❜ ❛ don’t shut me out. please. ❜ ❛ the storm’s getting worse. ❜ ❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜ ❛ you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly. ❜ ❛ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ❜ ❛ here, take this. you’ll catch a cold. ❜ ❛ this is the part where you leave. ❜ ❛ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ❜ ❛ you stepped on my foot! ❜ ❛ you’re not a very convincing liar. ❜ ❛ we’re in completely different leagues. ❜ ❛ how did you find me? ❜ ❛ i don’t need you anymore. ❜ ❛ rough day today? ❜ ❛ snap out of it! ❜ ❛ you look better in my clothes than i do. ❜ ❛ why are you still here? ❜ ❛ can i ask… what happened? ❜ ❛ are you saying you care about me? ❜ ❛ i won’t let anyone hurt you. ❜ ❛ it’s not stealing if it was mine to begin with. ❜ ❛ well, this is where i live. ❜ ❛ we’re not so different after all. ❜ ❛ how long have i been asleep? ❜ ❛ no more lies, no more secrets. ❜ ❛ can you forgive me? ❜ ❛ i thought you… i saw you get shot. ❜ ❛ why are you really here? ❜ ❛ i wish we never met. ❜ ❛ you look like you need a hug. ❜ ❛ would you run away with me? ❜ ❛ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❜ ❛ we can stop them. i can help you. ❜ ❛ what now? i’m tired. ❜ ❛ i didn’t want you to see me like this. ❜ ❛ i can’t do this without you. ❜ ❛ if you tell me yours, i’ll tell you mine. ❜ ❛ are you threatening me? ❜ ❛ did you ever care about me? ❜ ❛ treat me like the princess that i am! ❜ ❛ i’m not leaving you. ❜ ❛ why did you come? ❜ ❛ i need your help… and you need mine. ❜ ❛ i wish i could hate you. ❜ ❛ i see you don’t recognize me. well, it was a long time ago. ❜ ❛ you’ve lost a lot of blood. ❜ ❛ i had my suspicions, but until now i wasn’t sure. ❜ ❛ there’s nothing left for me here. ❜ ❛ that is… literally illegal. you’re describing something illegal. ❜ ❛ wait. i’ve heard that sound before. ❜ ❛ just try to hang on. ❜ ❛ so why’s it so important anyway? ❜ ❛ i’ll stay in tonight, thanks. ❜ ❛ we can’t keep going on like this. ❜ ❛ in about a minute, you’ll be sorry you didn’t listen to me. ❜ ❛ is this seat taken? sorry, it’s a bit crowded here. ❜ ❛ you can’t leave me here alone! ❜ ❛ i’ll believe it when i see it. ❜ ❛ why are you laughing? this is a very serious situation. ❜ ❛ i bought two. here. ❜ ❛ i’ve seen you before, walking by. ❜ ❛ why can’t i come with you? ❜ ❛ c'mon. aren’t you worried what might happen if we go? ❜ ❛ walk with me? ❜ ❛ it’s very rude to stare. ❜ ❛ how many times have i told you? you can’t visit me here. ❜ ❛ we can’t fix this. can we? ❜ ❛ are you going to kill me? ❜ ❛ it’s not like you can stop me. ❜ ❛ it’s not safe for people to see us together. ❜ ❛ take me with you. ❜ ❛ some risks are worth taking. ❜ ❛ let them go. take me instead. ❜ ❛ what do you want in exchange for it? ❜ ❛ is being drunk an excuse? ❜ ❛ promise me you won’t overreact. ❜ ❛ how can i possibly trust you? after all you’ve done. ❜ ❛ how long have you been standing there? ❜ ❛ why did you wake me? ❜ ❛ i’m not here to talk about my feelings. ❜ ❛ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ❜ ❛ for some reason, i’m attracted to you. ❜ ❛ promise me? ❜ ❛ it’s nothing, i’m just tired. ❜ ❛ i feel safe with you. ❜ ❛ i don’t need your help. ❜ ❛ i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do. ❜ ❛ no way, i’m not doing that. ❜ ❛ i do care. ❜ ❛ you snore in your sleep. it’s adorable. ❜ ❛ i have a spare bed. ❜ ❛ you’re very kind. some day it’ll get you killed. ❜ ❛ you’ll always have a home with me. ❜ ❛ of course i care. you’re my family. ❜ ❛ you shouldn’t insult people that are bigger than you. ❜ ❛ i never wanted to hurt you. ❜ ❛ i swear it wasn’t me. ❜ ❛ we can just sit here, you don’t have to talk. ❜ ❛ did you miss me? ❜ ❛ this isn’t just about you. it’s about what’s best for all of us. ❜ ❛ you can never admit when you’re wrong! ❜ ❛ is this what you wanted? ❜ ❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜ ❛ sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now. ❜ ❛ the only time you talk to me is when you need something. ❜ ❛ i’m still learning. ❜ ❛ if you have something to say, spit it out. ❜ ❛ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ❜ ❛ i’m on your side. ❜ ❛ i risked my life for you! ❜ ❛ whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is no. ❜ ❛ you can stay with me. ❜ ❛ i just need time. ❜ ❛ please don’t do this, don’t act like you care. ❜ ❛ who the hell invited you? ❜ ❛ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ❜ ❛ i just wanted to say i’m sorry. ❜ ❛ think of it as a compliment. ❜ ❛ do you ever stop being so serious and dull? ❜ ❛ it’s rare to see your kind around here. ❜ ❛ you remember me. that’s good. ❜ ❛ you’re a terrible flirt you know. ❜ ❛ are you kidding me? we’re not ‘fine’! ❜ ❛ right now i wish i was dead. ❜ ❛ i guess i should’ve told you. ❜ ❛ you’re not alone. i’m here. ❜ ❛ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ❜ ❛ knowledge is power. ❜ ❛ you scared me. ❜ ❛ well, what’s so strange about that? ❜ ❛ don’t look at me like that. ❜ ❛ i want to be there when you get what’s coming to you. ❜ ❛ just who do you think you are? ❜ ❛ you look… amazing. ❜ ❛ we’re safe, aren’t we? ❜ ❛ you know, i really hoped i’d never see this place again. ❜ ❛ don’t touch me. get away from me. ❜ ❛ i thought you’d like this. ❜ ❛ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❜ ❛ what’s that smug look for? you think you can do any better? ❜ ❛ who did you piss off this time? ❜ ❛ you should’ve thought about that before you got into a fight. ❜ ❛ i only wanted to help. ❜ ❛ you knew and you didn’t tell me? ❜ ❛ you don’t scare me. ❜ ❛ wow, look who remembered my existence. ❜ ❛ change isn’t easy. ❜ ❛ why did you help me? ❜ ❛ why do you hate me? ❜ ❛ i can’t even trust myself anymore. ❜ ❛ i was making sure you weren’t dead, since you never called. ❜ ❛ you look awful. what happened? ❜ ❛ are you here to kill me? ❜ ❛ you know you aren’t allowed in here, right? ❜ ❛ was that a friend of yours? ❜ ❛ two years later and you haven’t changed. ❜ ❛ you look like you just saw a ghost. ❜ ❛ nobody tells me what to do. ❜ ❛ you’re too scared to do it, aren’t you? ❜ ❛ come on. it can’t be that bad. ❜ ❛ i hope to repay your kindness someday. ❜ ❛ just let me do this for you. ❜ ❛ why were they coming after you? ❜ ❛ how many people have you killed? how many? ❜ ❛ how much do you value your life? ❜ ❛ you don’t know when to give up, do you? ❜ ❛ don’t lie to me. ❜ ❛ i’m not sober enough to talk about this. ❜ ❛ have a drink with me. ❜
Night.
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i don’t recognize my reflection like i used to.
the mirage of me has always been difficult to grasp. i touch my cheek, she touches hers; i say my name, olivia, olivia, she mouths it back, chapped lips, calloused hands, the crease in my brow deepening each day.
maybe it’s something we were never meant to understand. mankind first recognized itself in water, the murky mirror cupped from hand to mouth. but glass is different, clear. a portal to something— to someone— forever in reach but unattainable all the same.
i huff a chuckle through my nose at a joke that isn’t funny. there’s something i recognize, at least: fragments and pieces scattered from one universe to another of me, of peter, of all we know. a part of me wishes i didn’t; another is glad i do. neither thought is comforting.
the knock of wood against tile breaks me from my stupor, the door swinging open so the warmth of the bar drifts in. my hand is clammy against the bathroom sink; i sniff, shaking out my palm before running it under the faucet, pressing my cool fingertips to my neck with a shifted smile towards the other. i try to ignore my reflection turning from the corner of my eye.
❝ sorry, i-i’m fine, it’s just— it’s a little hot out there, don’t y’ think? ❞ a laugh more resembling a warble slips by; it’s one they’ll recognize if i’m not careful. i stifle it back with a clear of my throat, chin dipping down, my arms folding into one another as i shift on a hip. ❝ i just needed a second to… clear my head, come down from everything. ❞
open.
starter call.
Olivia Dunham in FRINGE (2008-2013) | S01E05 “Power Hungry” dir. Christopher Misiano
