ᵛᵒᵈᵏᵃ ﹠ ᵐᶦˢᵉʳʸ

@noillusion ♥’d for a starter. 

‘ what is normal, anyway? nicky always said that normal meant pretending everything was always happy and alike everyone else …. i don’t wanna be like that. i know i’m crazy, but i’m tired of other people pointing it out !! ’

                           ❛   not  this  fucking  place,  that's  for  certain,   ❜  brow  rose,  ATTENTION  turning  toward  the  younger  woman,  nonetheless,  hardly  SURPRISED  by  the  topic  of  conversation  at  hand.  ❛   NORMAL  is  overrated,  don't  buy  into  that  horseshit,   ❜  for  there  wasn't  even  a  semblance  of  NORMALITY  here,  routine,  perhaps,  but  not  normality.

          “What other joy is left for us than poking and prodding in other people’s lives?” Kept all the gossip rags alive, after all. Glinda was quiet for a moment, however, while trying to imagine Red as a mother of three boys. It wasn’t very hard. “No. Can’t, even if I wanted to. Maybe it’s for the best that way.” She shrugged nonchalantly, as if the fact didn’t bother her at all.

                             ❛   there's  plenty  of  OTHER  LIVES  for  you  to  pry  into,   ❜  spoken  rather  matter - of - factly,  nonetheless,  as  such  was  hardly  a  SECRET  to  anyone  whom  knew  her.  ❛   perhaps  it  is,    ❜  for  whilst  she  couldn't  see  the  other  woman  as  a  MOTHER,  she  couldn't  see  herself  without  her  boys,  no  matter  how  USELESS  they  could  be  sometimes.

“   what happened up there  …  we don’t  ———   ”      she pauses,   head shaking in the slightest as brows are pulling together.   her eyes fall closed momentarily as the memories of before come flooding back and she has to refrain from flinching from all that had happened.   she sucks in a breath,   lids opening and blue irises landing on the woman with the flaming red hair.      “   nobody thinks any less of you.   nobody will think any less.   ”

FOR:  @noillusion.

                      gaze  dropped  for  the  BRIEFEST  of  moments,  for  whilst  it  was  something  she'd  NEVER  come  to  forget  -----  never  be  able  to  FORGET,  it  was  one  she  was  refusing  to  DWELL  'pon,  a  notion  she  couldn't  quite  come  to  afford.  NOT  RIGHT  NOW.  a  hand,  however,  rose,  tilting  piper's  chin  upward  to  face  her.    ❛   thank  you,  honey,   ❜  &&  she  MEANT  IT,  just  as  she  was  certain  that  the  other  did. 

“That’s my middle name.” Bullshit. She truly was full of it. A way of living her life with the shit she got dealt growing up. It had been nothing but a twisted joke, the illusion her mother tried to create. To give her somewhat of a hope for a better future. Diane had meant well, worked hard. In the long run, it hadn’t been enough to fool Alex for long. She had loved her more for it, in attempt to give meaning in life. Yet here is where she ended up. Countless mistakes, plenty of stupidity. 

“Doesn’t mean I can’t give it a shot.” To ease her troubled mind from the possible treatment awaiting them, but above all – Piper’s safety. Her own relief, was her fiancee was paired with their friend. If anyone could last, it would be Nicky. “…you really think they’re gonna close Litchfield?” The chants shouted in defense, could very well end up bringing them more misery. It meant all of this, wouldn’t be temporary. Though she prided herself in being a survivor, Alex wasn’t certain how she would cope being separated for so long without being driven crazy with her fragile state of mind. 

                                 gaze  shifted  away  from  the  raven  haired  woman  sat  beside  her,  a  fleeting  glance  toward  the  hellhole  she'd  spent  more  than  a  DECADE  of  her  life  in   ------  there  wasn't  a  chance  that  they'd  let  them  back  in  there  now.  not  after  this.  it  was  the  ONLY  thing  that  she  was  in  the  utmost  certain  of.  ❛   after  this  ???    ❜   her  ATTENTION  returned  to  alex  with  a  shake  of  her  head.  ❛   they'll  never  open  their  doors  again,    ❜  it  was  more  FACT  than  it  was  anything  else  at  this  point,  &&  she  didn't  CARE  about  the  prison,  no   -----   far  from  it.  her  daughters,  however,  there  were  very  few  people  that  she  cared  about  more.  

                                &&  whilst  all  of  them  would  live  to  tell  the  tale,  not  one  person  whom  had  stepped  foot  in  that  room,  in  that  BUNKER  would  ever  be  the  same  again.  they'd  all  been  through  far  too  much,  LOST  far  too  much  to  even  think  of  things  going  back  to  the  way  they  were  before.  she'd  lost  nicky  -----  AGAIN,  &&  all  but  one  of  her  family  were  travelling  in  the  OPPOSITE  direction,  their  fates,  as  well  as  vause's  &&  her  own  UNKNOWN  for  the  foreseeable  future.  

UNCHARACTERISTICALLY  SUBDUED ,    LORNA’S       tone  cracked ,    hands  knotting  together  furiously  in  her  lap  as  the  frantic  shaking  of  her  head  did   LITTLE   to  prevent  the  tears  from  falling.    ❝    no ,     NO  ,    nobody’s  gonna  love  me.    ❞

@noillusion      |     CANON  DIALOGUE  STARTER.

                            ❛   what  are  you  talking  about  ???    ❜  brows  furrowed  as  a hand  rose,  wiping  away  the  tears  that  fell  'cross  the  cheeks  of  the  younger  before  her.  ❛   you  have  people  here  who  LOVE  YOU,    ❜   harsh  tones  took  on  a  softer  note,  a  RARITY  for  the  older  to  take  on.