#childcfwoe

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an ancient tree with gnarled branches

you are the old soul. you are a being full of quiet wisdom, but it did not come without earning it. experience has weathered you quickly, yet you remain strong through it all. you are a bastion to those who need the support of a calm and resolute mind. the histories of the world are etched beneath your thick skin, and you hold dearly to things that others would quickly forget. YOU COLLECT THINGS within your branches, you give home to those left without, and you bear the weight of it all. but through all you have been through, you have not yet learned how to LET GO. you refuse to relinquish what you cherish so dearly and weep for every precious thing that falls from your branches. you must be careful, or else the past you cling to might destroy a brighter future.

send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

(the way my brain just did NOT allow this to get done in character voice fuck meeeeeeeee)

AFFECTION  IS  FOREIGN  .  a  strange  beast  most  unwelcome  in  the  harrington  household  ;  not  meant  for  the  young  man  meant  to  be  a  MAN  by  the  tender  age  of  twelve  . growing  up  in  the  crypt  of  the  american  dream  ,  it  wasn't  something  experienced  outside  of  small  glimpses  of  warmth  through  the  greyscale  of  a  lonely  life  .  a  babysitter  with  a  gap  -  toothed  smile  ,  a  group  of  middle  schooler  with  stars  in  their  eyes  and  bravery  in  their  hearts  stronger  than  anyone  he'd  seen  on  stage  or  screen  .

AND  YET  !  when  wednesday  comes  into  sight  ,  dark  frame  stepping  from  shadow  and  seemingly  unharmed  he  could  weep  .  he  could  run  and  pull  her  into  his  arms  and  pray  she  would  never  go  from  his  sight  like  that  again  .  the  darkness  was  so  much  more  frightening  on  your  own  ,  with  no  guiding  star  no  matter  how  dim  her  light  shown  (  by  her  own  choice  !  darkness  befitted  her  so  much  more  )  .

arms  wrap  around  her  without  a  moments  hesitation  when  she  steps  in  to  embrace  him  .  shock  running  through  his  veins  but  carefully  hidden  from  face  as  steve  drops  his  cheek  to  rest  against  the  crown  of  thick  raven  hair  atop  her  head.  the  scent  of  formaldehyde  and  dying  leaves  a  smaller  comfort  than  the  cool  press  of  her  body  against  his  own  .

heart stutters , the even tempo disrupted by the sight of that barely - there smile . was it not already clear ? steve harrington had been a devout believer from that very first night . the sight of her bloodied form , still resolute despite injury ; bathed in the silvery glow of the moonlight as if its light was made to grace her and her alone was an image that would remain with him for time immemorial .

" i can neither confirm nor deny his part in this . you know the internet holds everything now , right ? " lie is unsteady , but resolute as it slides from parted lips with a smile . he'd had a particularly uncomfortable conversation with the addams patriarch over a month prior , trapped in discussion of necessary rituals and exactly what his little viper deserved for this special day .

@childcfwoe whispered : 13. for an argumentative starter . ( apologies , she loves to argue :/ )

HE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN she would ask eventually . they always did , the ones who came in pretending their curiosity was harmless . they hovered among the shelves and the reels , treating the forbidden like a test of character rather than a rule . but with her , it wasn’t idle interest . it was precision . every question carried an edge , a calculation , as though she were dismantling him piece by piece just to see what would still move underneath .

when she asked for the restricted reels , he didn’t look up . film slid through his fingers , cool and translucent , catching the light as it passed . the projector hummed beside him like a patient heartbeat . “ those aren’t available for use , ” he said , his words composed but determined . “ and certainly not for publication . ”

the silence that followed pressed against him . she didn’t need to say anything for him to feel the weight of her disapproval ; it was there in the way the air seemed to tighten , in the stillness that always preceded her next move . félix had the sudden , unwelcome sense of being studied , the way one studies a specimen already pinned in place .

after a beat , he turned back to his work . the projector threw a hard beam across the room and caught her profile , cutting light through dust and outlining the planes of her face as if it were a photograph on the wall . for an instant the light made the space between them literal , a strip of illumination dividing the workbench from her shadow .

his gaze lifted . “ you know , ” he said , the words measured so they landed with deliberate weight , “ most people wait to be invited before breaking into locked rooms . you just call it research and pretend the semantics keep you clean . ”

the words lingered in the air before he added , quieter but unmistakable , “ curiosity is not care . learn the difference before your curiosity becomes someone else’s wound . ”

Xavier rolled his eyes, trust 𝖂𝖊𝖉𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖉𝖆𝖞 to be 𝖂𝖊𝖉𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖉𝖆𝖞. He invites her to a 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 thing and she can't even enjoy the 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒑. It was a real flaw to be such a pretentious little dweeb but that was 𝐇𝐄𝐑 cross to bear not his. He leans against the 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖚𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖊, dressed 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 in an appropriate hoodie and black jeans for the occasion. Someone here had to bring the holiday cheer and it 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝖂𝖊𝖉𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖉𝖆𝖞. He crosses his arms and tries to withhold some of the 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 he knows he's going to have when she gets all curious cat in about 2 minutes.

"I'd watch it Wens, this thing's 𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖉." he warned. "She's got a mind of her own and it's 𝐍𝐎𝐓 nice, everyone who's gotten a 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖚𝖓𝖊 outta her has apparently met with a 𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖑𝖞 𝖊𝖓𝖉 or some kind of 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖞."

He raises his brows as he grins. He'd been asked to do something about the 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖚𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 via a pipeline of friends and friends of friends. A guy he hung out with had a buddy who's girlfriend worked here as a 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 and his friend knew Xavier was an 𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖉 so he asked, or more like lowkey begged. He'd've totally written them off if it hadn't been for the 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒.