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#obsclair — lune, expedition 33. private & selective. all follow backs will be from @revelres. monday - thursday activity only. inbox always open to mutuals. please read carrd before following. written by eun. she/her. wasian. 30 +. nothing here is a spoiler free !
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The Mummy Returns dir. Stephen Sommers | 2001
" we can do whatever want now — horrible, isn't it ? "
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" what are you thinking about ? you seem a million miles away. "
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who are you in this haunted house ?
the mother : you pour everything you have left into those you love. desperately, frantically you try to fix what is broken, but the cracks spread faster than you can mend. if only you can hold everyone together, then things might just be okay! however, you only have two hands and all anyone seems to do is pull away. everyone is different now, even you, and pretending not to see it isn’t making anything better. you see the signs of things going wrong, of what is but should not be, and you try to warn them. you love with every fiber of your being, but try as you might, you cannot make them understand. they don’t listen, no one ever listens.
why do you haunt your house ?
to get revenge : you're an angry ghost. the people in your home don't belong here, and you're not afraid to show it. so you'll drive them out, just like the people before and before and before. you can't── or won't── move on to the afterlife until you get revenge. someone hurt you or someone you love deeply. everyone tells you to let it go, but you can't. what happened isn't right. someone has to make it right. you're fiercely loyal and your anger stems from caring, but that doesn't make you any less vengeful. you hate as deeply as you love. i hope you learn to keep living, in spite of the terrible things that have happened and are still happening. i hope you find peace.
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"Momo is who we are going to see! Monoco! He is very fluffy, so Verso likes to snuggle into his fur. Their naps must be so lonely without one another." Then again, Monoco likely didn't take naps. Not without them, and especially not without Verso. Esquie hummed, moving his head as he thought.
"He will be happy to see us. I haven't seen him much at all since he and Verso got mad at each other. I hope he is not too lonely."
" fluffy ? " lune shuffles closer to esquie and finds herself surprised by the warmth of him ... or that fact that he is warm at all. esquie is real, it is all so real — a shame then that her inner child she find some healing here when this is neither the time nor the place.
" why would they get angry at one another ? " curiosity tilts her chin and lune looks up at esquie, hoping to read his expression, but finds herself staring at the perpetually agreeable smile that always waits for her there. " i mean — i can venture a guess as to how verso might anger anyone but ... "
darkness could be oppressor or liberator. he thinks often it's become both with him. verso listens to the cadence of their voice, sailing in from behind and boarding to the left. it's impression always stops behind her nose. counting the notes, he identifies them on a scale before he can think of anything else. the mind labors on as it is accustomed to doing in the lapse of visual information; his ear has become far too trained for this.
still, he wishes he could label this noise with the image of her expressions.
little does he know of the war staged beyond his body. he clears his throat before he answers, in the meantime, his arms hover ahead of him, “ a way to show my reservations you mean. well, i like to think of it as being more aware of your time. there's not a lot of it to share between us. ” they nod mostly to themselves. a solid feeling follows this as he begins chasing leather backs, threads, and beveled titles. he's sure he's in the right section.
there's something subdued in lune's voice as if the power in it was being delegated elsewhere. a transition. the muscles in his arms tense and freeze on a silent command when he hears it. the composition of the man's face turns serious like he is the precursor to what comes before a signal. she leaves him in the dark and they lack the ability to do anything else but wait.
he waters his lips with his tongue as she releases her breath. “ out there. ” he repeats quietly. a history passes before him, long enough to be a separate lifetime, of colors and faces he remembered more now than he saw. they'd landed on the shores of that dark and broken landscape, cracked apart and exposing the gold veins of the earth. and then. and then blinding light.
on nights where he was encased by only the walls of his bedroom, verso would walk through these assortment of memories. his inheritance from the decision to leave lumière behind. the trail always ends before he ever sees her. the paintress, he thinks.
arm closest to her drops back down to his side. the other set of fingers recoil from the binds and into the narrow lip of the shelf while his jaw resets in tandem.
he'd asked once, if the paintress had been the one to blind him ... he never forgot how maelle colored the moment with her hesitation.
verso barely registers the noise his nails make as he inadvertently files them on the smooth surface. there's a suspicion that he might be swaying with the pulse of his heart but he denies it. he clears his throat again, hoping he hadn't been reflecting for too long, “ .. the continent, right? were you always outdoorsy, i can't remember. ”
the gentleman smiles through it as he turns fully towards her, arms weaving themselves across the opening of his coat. “ what do you miss about it? ”
he vowed beneath the question, to remain impartial with her. always.
does verso notice the grimace that strikes across lune's face as she witnesses his attempts at recall ? if he does, as perceptible as the man claims to be, would he know the look of guilt if it stared him in the face ? what if it kissed him, soft and warm, pleading for forgiveness over the very worst of deceptions — how can one love another and deny them the complexity of it ? the complexity of love is measured only in it's comparison.
could verso ever come to love her without remembering from whence they came ? lune lacks in comparison.
" i wouldn't say that, " she carries along, clearing her throat and hoping she does a well enough job at disguising it as a laugh. " like everything, it was probably more in practice. " the face of her parents take center view, ghosts in her periphery, but this time to compete with images of verso. his smile, the intensity of his stare — the deeply pitted look of longing when he believed no one was looking.
tucking her hands behind her back, lune hovers at his side — it is only in the briefest of recollections that she realizes she has never left it.
" if i had to pick one thing ? " there is a dreamy quality to her voice and a rare smile blossoms on her face where she stands, in the shadowed dark of this library, with only verso to witness it. " it felt like living. everything here, all the studying and research my parents had us do ... we were preparing for it but not living. "
lune stares at a particularly interesting spot in front of her, anything to hide what she is sure is present on her face. " being with you ... felt like living. "
“ fuck. i just. can't remove you from myself. ” a tremor rolls down his body as if it itself had its own mind and had come to the realization that it was without ligaments. nothing to keep bone stationary while he shivered. “ after you told me everything, i was angry. i was angry because of you and then i was angry with myself for - .. ” a breath and he tries again. he tries to relay messages through the walls in his throat. a nude whisper in the dark. “ and i've been upset that you haven't come to see me at all. ” (leaves this here and fades away)
she is dirtied from travel and battle, bathed in fatigue of yesterday and the day before — hardly the vision she wants to present while she holds her heart in her hand. lune is uncharacteristically silent because what is the weight of her predicament when weighed against his ? does verso's suffering not loosen the noose around her own ?
his anger is a hot blade and hearing of it twists the knife further but lune is wordless in her pain and enduring her commitment to him, to his sudden purpose that has her leaving the hard-fought comforts of lumiere for this — because when has she ever felt so alive than when she was here, with him ?
" i know, " lune urges, provoking the wrath that she most certainly deserves. " i didn't know how to tell you the truth, " she begins, the bitterness of rising emotions souring the back of her throat. " and then, after awhile ... i didn't know how to lie. "
his final statement is a punctuation, a knife edge balancing upon the tender swell of a period — it changes everything but, at the same time, nothing at all. verso gives a single voice to a chorus that has swelled ever since their meeting and now, with it mingling with the madness and majesty of the chaotic elsewhere ... it is the song that sustains her.
" i came as soon as i realized that you were waiting for me, " lune chokes out, the sound despairing between a laugh and a cry. "
you know, you worry me.
lune carries on as she is meant to, as she must, but every new step forward is downtrodden and laboured — it is as if she doesn't want to leave this grove, this final place of rest and the only time where she might say her peace loud enough for gustave to hear.
it is the weight of the unsaid that keeps her hear, counting the steps from a makeshift grave like she can calculate her precise distance from heaven.
all this turmoil, and for what ? for here to stand lamely at the very edge of it, hands tucked behind her back, silently observing the last monument to a great friend that deserved better ?
" hmmm ? " a clear gaze turns to look down at maelle, silent but determined in her approach at lune's side. she studies the younger expeditioner curiously. " worried about me ? why ? "
lune doesn't wait for a response, fearing what may be observed. " i'm fine. we have to keep moving. "
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“ into the belly of the beast. ” from monoco
lune supposes, through the constantly grappling of logic and presented precedent, that the path from trust to despair is a straight line ... and often paved with good intentions. it is in this knowledge that she feels wary of monoco, not for any failing on the gestrals part, but because lune feels compelled to believe in him ... despite the howling of better judgement.
she can feel the corner of her lips tug as she witnesses the way he stands upright, shoulders back and spine straight, staring directly into the bastion that stands in the way of their expedition.
he steps forward and so does she, shoulder to shoulder — a dangerously self-assured smile brightens her face, one that she shines up towards monoco without hesitation.
" hopefully you're not being too literal. "
ANNA SAWAI Vogue's Hardest Quiz | Vogue Australia
Perhaps the World Ends Here, Joy Harjo
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fights honorably / fights dirty cleverly
prefers close quarters / prefers range
chats during / goes silent
low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance
attacks in bursts / attacks steadily
goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first
is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases
gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking
uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle
rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging
fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement
fights because they have to / fights because they want to
fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another
prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand-to-hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon / prefers magic or spells
their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional
transforms for battle / fights as they appear
relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed
uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential
exhausts quickly / has high stamina
behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities
uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength
avoids civilians / strikes down civilians
damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings
signature fighting style / makes it up as they go
mastered skillset / learning their skillset
fancy footwork / sloppy footwork / cautious footwork
messy fighter / elegant fighter
accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy
compliments their opponent / insults their opponent
uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves
prefers to dodge / prefers to block parry
defends their blind side / has no blind side / leaves blind sides vulnerable
uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method
plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy
waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready
fears death / fears pain / fears killing
has PTSD / avoids fighting
has lost a fight / has won a fight
has killed / refuses to kill
wants to die standing / would succumb slowly
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