#aphelier

just like what’d happened that day, she hadn’t realized the consequences of her actions until just after she’d sent off the photos - as rome was the final stop of her tour, she’d convinced aunt cece to allow her to stay for just a few more days. what aunt cece hadn’t accounted for was that ann would’ve pulled a stunt like this; that there’d be photos of ann kissing a reporter, ann riding on a vespa with said reporter, in the news. and joe, what would joe think of it all? 

it was with this thought that she found herself right in front of via margutta 51 once again. she needed to warn him, to tell him about what she’d done.

       ❛  hello again, mr. bradley. 

oh ,   honey ,   i  thought  i  blocked  u  ?

breath  catches  in  her  throat  then ,    heart  dropping  in  her  chest .   the  inquiry  is  pondered  repeatedly  on  a  loop  in  her  mind .    ‘   are  you  still  thinking  about  them ?   ’    the  answer :   always .    every  single  night  whilst  the  trees   &   murmurs  of  wicked  boys  cradle  her  to  sleep ,   she  recalls  the  way  each   &   every  one  of  them  held  themselves .   how  her  father  would  plant  a  loving  kiss  on  her  mother’s  cheek  every  day  despite  how  cold   /   standoffish  other’s  thought  him  to  be .   how  her  brothers  filled  the  house  with  their  childish  laughter   &    the  clanking  together  of  toy  swords .   how  nana  was  always  not  too  far  off  should  one  of  them  come  in  harm’s  way .   how  her  mother ,   a  woman  who  embodied  grace  like  no  other ,   would  sweep  them  in  loving  arms  prior  to  sitting  them  for  a  bedtime  story .throughout  all  years  spent  on  neverland ,   there  was  never  a  moment  where  they  were  not  in  her  thoughts .   she  could  never  forget  them .   no  matter  how  hard  pan  tried .   it’s  the  yearning  to  reunite  with  them  in  pure  heart  that  kept  their  memory  alive .   missing  them  was  never  easy ,   the  sadness  always  washes  over  her  in  waves ,   leaving  her  sobbing  into  her  hands  in  the  darkness .   there  are  times ,   where  a  frightening  thought  creeps  it’s  way  in  her  mind .    (   i’ve  been  here  so  long    .  .  .    what  if  i’ve  long  outlived  them ?   )    those  are  the  nights  that  numb ,   leaving  her  awake  the  whole  night .   but ,   oh ,   she’d  rather  be  in  pain  than  forget .   they  mean  too  much  to  forget .

features  are  vacant  throughout  inner  turmoil ,   then  the  emotions  overcome  her  at  once ,   brows  furrowing   &   lower  lip  trembling ,   dulcet  tones  are  strained ,   a  choked  response  given .       ❛     ━━━━━━━━━━━ ━    yes .   i  don’t  think  i’d  ever  be  able  not  to .     ❜

🎭: with which of your muses can you identify the most?

ooooh that’s kinda hard tbh. i feel like i relate to portia a lot because she’s very passionate about the things she loves and is kind of an all or nothing kind of person when it comes to a lot of things. i’m not as sheltered as she was, but our personalities are very similar. i relate to tzeitel a little in the fact that we’re both kind of the mom of our friend groups, trying to get out friends not do dumb shit. we also don’t take other people’s shit and we’re stubborn af.

❛     i’m  grateful ,  truly .   it’s  just    .  .  .    won’t  you  be  punished  for  sneaking  me  away ,  lily ?     ❜      she  sits  upon  a  broken  log ,  ivory  dress  draped  like  a  veil  upon  it ,  figure  curled  in  on  itself .   &   hazel  hues  glance  around  beneath  fluttery  lashes ,  almost  anticipating  his  appearance .