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' you think i don't know what's going on when i go weeks without hearing from you ? '
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closed one - liner for @axedexit .
' you think i don't know what's going on when i go weeks without hearing from you ? '

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@axedexit sent: stay awake, you might have a concussion. libby
𝐎𝐇, 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄. no wonder she couldn't remember much of anything that had happened to cause it. libby managed a sheepish sigh, rubbing idly at the sore spot at the back of her head in an attempt to keep her busy enough to fall asleep.
' what happened? ' she managed, feeling for any blood or dents underneath her hair.
one liner starter for @axedexit .
' i'm busy tonight ---- i'm playing this show at this underground nightclub in brooklyn and there's going to be an after party & everything . you're welcome to come with me , but ---- wait . do you even like nightclubs ? you seem kinda too fancy for the whole vibe but then again , what do i know . ' she shrugs slightly .
@axedexit asked: Who left the fridge open?!
sienna is elbow deep in cooking dinner, dark hair pulled back into a messy ponytail as she works feverishly. she has a carton of milk in her hand that she'd recently pulled from the fridge and had been in the midst of using when patrick entered the room. she glances up from what she's working on, giving him a sheepish little smile.
“that was me. sorry about that.” she moves to the fridge, sliding the carton of milk neatly back into its place and gently shutting the door. “i only needed the milk for a quick moment. i didn't think to shut the door when i was going to turn around and put the milk right back.” she moves over to stir the pots on the stove, humming slightly. “if it bothers you, i'll try to remember not to do it again.”
@axedexit: ❛ i'll keep coming back. maddened. a little hopeless. ❜ / accepting.
oh, & isn't that a little too familiar? it is a cycle she floats through more often than she'd care to admit. the last time -- the worst time, she'd been more than a little hopeless. more than maddened. bleeding, confused, stinging, the medium had risen up like a corpse to trudge home. the voice of a vinegar-sour, long-dead woman bounced between her ears then. & still doesn, in moments of fragile peace. everyone keeps coming back, sure. until they leave too far. or get lost along the way.
"it ... i-it ... mm. h-hap - happens. to ... to m-more'n j-jus-st ... you. d-does -- doesn-n' make it ... b-bett -- better." annette shrugs, sheepish. not being alone in a struggle isn't always helpful, when the company is objectionable. she quickly assumes she'd be counted as such. her fingers toy awkwardly with her little butterfly necklace. a charm, from one who did not come back.

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@axedexit: ❛ i am three thoughts away from the grave. ❜ / accepting.
the medium stares at him, her seemingly-blank gaze studying this man who has threatened (or promised) to think himself to death. thin fingers adjust her glasses, which had sat lopsided near the end of her nose. "i ... hm. 've n-nev - never met -- um. m-met some - someone who ... who tho - thought themself to. will. to d -- to d-death." annette quickly catches her own verbal slip, brow pinching slightly to correct herself. "i m -- i mean i ... of - of course i've n - nev-ver met a d - a dead p-pers-son. i j - i jus-st mean -- um. y'kn - ... y'know. n-not ... not h-heard of - of it."
she moves her stare to the floor, as if to dodge any judgement or suspicion. for a girl who speaks so little, she is too careless with her words. "but -- b-but, um. i th - i thin-nk there ... there's th - ther-rapy for ... for that." at least she guesses as much. she's never been.
@axedexit asked : "Can you promise me you're not gonna let anybody hurt me?"
a finger settled beneath patrick’s chin , tilting his face upward as amelia observed him with the same quiet intensity as a predator studying its prey . ( his words sounded weak , almost pathetic ) , yet she understood the truth beneath them well enough - they were meant to bind her to him , to manipulate , to coax obedience from her through carefully chosen affection and guilt . ( truthfully , amelia found the entire thing strangely endearing ) , and on occasion , she even allowed herself to indulge in his little games .
but the mere thought of someone laying a hand upon him , of anyone daring to leave so much as ( the slightest wound against his skin ) , sent an intoxicating rush of dopamine through her veins . ❝ . . . what exactly makes you believe i would protect you ? are you incapable of doing so yourself ? or are you simply a weak little child in desperate need of pampering , patrick ? ❞
@axedexit asked : [ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion
her body burned , every muscle aching in protest whilst tension settled heavily along her neck , amelia found herself slowly turning her head toward the man beside her . . . ( the same man she had shared the previous night with ) . it had been eventful . the bruises along her neck would likely remain a week or more . ( the thought alone almost coaxed a wicked smile onto her dry lips ) . even now , amelia could still taste him upon her tongue , feel his fingers on her hips . ( he had been delicious . . . a delirium of sex and desire ) .
and yet , amelia rose before patrick did , quietly fastening the buttons of her shirt with slow , careless movements before crossing the room toward the chair where he had discarded his suit the night before . ( without so much as a glance in his direction ) , she picked it up and tossed it unceremoniously onto his sleeping body . ❝ . . . i believe it is time for you to leave , mister bateman . ❞ ( cold , calculated . . . void of any passion she might have carried for his name the night before ) . ❝ . . . i am quite a busy woman , and i have no desire to care for a lap dog . though i am certain you are more than capable of calling a taxi for yourself . ( preferably within the next five minutes . ) ❞