#ateworlds

          miscellaneous sentences

   the angel stares at their daughter for what seems like an eternity as they try to decipher what she could possibly mean. it didn’t feel fair to be someone who had said so many vague things over the years just like that to now have their children saying them– but they guess they deserved that. wormy moves their gaze down to the floor now and sighs. they weren’t about to be confrontational with delilah of all of their children (they’d never admit it, but she was possibly the one they trusted the judgment of most). 

       they tap their foot a few times before going over to del and taking one of her hands gently. they squeeze it lightly twice before nodding, trying to hide how resigned they seem as they do. it didn’t feel very parental to them to be giving up so easily, but it wasn’t like they were an expert at it anyway– even four children later. 

   the smile wormwood offers is emotionless: clearly only a gesture to go along with the words that they did actually mean. 

‘    O   -   OH   —   YOU   MEAN I   —    '      PEACH     flustered   ,   something rosy’d to the apples of her cheeks   .     mitch walks out of her bookshop with his eyes still on her  ,     back pressed to the door with a two fingered salute  .     it feels like a promise  ,     it feels like see you later  .     she wonders if that means she should stop by  ,     if she should bring food  .     she really  ,     really wants to  .

it takes a moment to stop looking at the space where he once stood  .     velma snaps her gaze to danny  ,     guiltily  .        ‘    it’s not   —    i absolutely just bother him  ,     really  ,     i have this mushroom patch near his home and   —    don’t look at me like that    !     he’s beautiful  ,     what am i supposed to do    ?     ’

       the war i finally won

   thankfully for isaac, once he wakes up, he doesn’t really remember his dreams. it’s something new that’s started happening and he’s glad for it since most of his dreams are things he’s already lived through once and doesn’t want to experience again. 

          unfortunately, this doesn’t really spare everyone else from it. like now, as he’s curling his hands into fists and turning away from paisley in bed, mumbling a name that the half-angel might not even recognize if it was repeated to him later on.

   another shallow breath ushers in a smack from isaac’s hand that ultimately hits the nightstand beside him– something that will certainly have his knuckles feeling sore later on. it’s a few moments after this that he finally wakes up. 

          he only catches the end of what paisley says as he wakes up, eventually able to control his own arms so they aren’t flailing around so much. isaac is glad that he wasn’t facing paisley and didn’t hit him in his sleep, since he probably would have stayed up all night apologizing to him for it.  

   isaac shakes his head and clenches his hands into fists as he tries to make sense of what paisley has said. after a minute, he understands and lets out a sigh. he turns over slowly and nudges paisley’s shoulder with his nose. 

          “i– i’m sorry. did i– uhm…” isaac can’t quite meet paisley’s eyes at first. he glances up but can’t keep his gaze for long, feeling guilty as his eyes fall back to his nails now. it felt easier, but now isaac wasn’t so sure. he kisses paisley’s shoulder after all of the reassurance and nods. 

       physical contact starters 

   she’s sitting on the couch with carmilla sitting on the floor in front of her, the vampire’s back against the front of the couch. cora’s attention has slowly gone from the television screen to carmilla’s hair which she’s been running her fingers through for a bit now (actually, she can’t remember when she started since it just felt like such a natural thing to do). 

          it isn’t until she’s sitting up more and has weaved carmilla’s hair together a few times that anything breaks cora’s concentration– and that’s the vampire’s voice. her hands barely pause as it’s more her mind that needs to backtrack to think about the question. 

   “yes.” she responds after a moment, happily continuing on with her little project. it’s only when she gets a few inches down after that that she slows down. 

          “do you want me to stop?” 

𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓   𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒   𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄   𝐈𝐓   𝐈𝐒   𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐓𝐎   𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘   𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑   .   like   it   was   not   going   to   anchor  -  sink   in   her   gut   .        ❛    of   course   it   hurts   .   you   were   SHOT   .    ❜        lydia’s   hands   hover   ,   concerned   ,   over   the   side   of   his   waist   ,   words   coming   SHARP   ,   but       »   not      with      anger    .   «      she   was   just   worried   .     and   at   fault   .   hated   it   ,   hated   it   .        ❛    you   wouldn’t   have   had   to   do   that   if   i   wasn’t   there   ,   SO   YES   ,   i   will   be   taking   some   responsibility   .   let   me   see   it   .    ❜

❛    𝐁𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔   𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓   .    ❜        𝐈𝐓   𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒   𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘   ,   unbothered   .   like   he   had   not   just   voiced   thoughts   of   killing   a   room   full   of   people   .   like   he   was   not   trying   to   get   a   rise   out   of   her   .   lydia   knows   this   one   ,   this   wolf   -   mouthed   one   ,   at   least   a   little   .   she   shrugs   .        ❛    you   could   have   done   it   a   long   time   ago   and   didn’t   .   was   i   supposed   to   take   that   as   a   threat   ?    ❜

❛   𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄  .  𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓  .   ❜    𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 cautious  ,  attentive attentive  .  they aren’t supposed to be there  ,  but well  ,  lydia had the tail  -  end of a conversation to catch  ,  and she wasn’t about to miss it over the unlikely potential of getting caught  .  she was GOOD at being quiet  ,  thank you  .    ❛   i didn’t bring you around for terrible moral support  ,  put those ears of yours to good use  .  do you hear anything  ?   ❜

❛   𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄  ,  𝐇𝐌  ?  𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 i didn’t find a dead body  ?  am i just not supposed to look for the killer  ?   ❜    anger sits hot in her hands  :  lydia knows  ,  knows death is everywhere  .  it happens every hour  ,  every minute  ,  every second  .  logically  ,  lydia is WELL aware that she is not the cause  ,  the ringer of every death  .  but sometimes it feels like it follows her more closely  ,  like she not only warns it  ,  but brings it  .  you’re looking for someone to blame  ,  he says  .  lydia feels like she is the culprit  .    ❛   this doesn’t look HUMAN  ,  i’m sure you can figure that out  .  what if they do something again  ?  i do NOT want to find another dead body  .   ❜