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forty five — from @cutours' : kallus temper

▆▆▆ LISTEN TO THE SONG, HERE.

“ you are home, and that’s all that matters right now. ” it’s with steady hands that she traces the achingly beautiful planes of finnick’s face : the endearing slope of his nose, the sharpness of his jaw, long fingers SINKING into the thick copper waves of his hair. committing it all to her memory over and over again. as she always does, every time he leaves, and every time he comes back to her. like a wave against the shore, though each time the ebb and return feels as though it takes longer and longer. annie leans in, pressing her lips lightly to his to banish that thought. “ when do you have to be back? ”

she’s silent for a long time, irvin mewling plaintively from the wrap against her chest the only sound. annie catches his impossibly small hand with one of hers before it can grab at a loose curl of her hair, sprung free from the bun she had pulled it into earlier that day, and adjusts him against her so that he can latch, the way MRS. EVERDEEN taught her. “ you could move here permanently, if you want? ” she’s careful with her words, tasting them before saying them out loud. johanna is so very unpredictable, with a mouth like UNSWEPT GLASS, and annie can’t afford to cut herself. a faint frown wrinkles her brow as she looks over to the other woman, curled into an armchair finnick used to sprawl upon. “ i don’t really have a lot of memories of seven from my tour, and i know it’s your home and would understand if you wanted to stay. but… no one should be alone. he wouldn’t want you to be. ”

STATUS : STILL ACCEPTING.

@cutours sent : " heartbreaking ,  isn’t it ?  when someone you loved and thought you knew turns out to be someone else ? " | for andre & waylon.

A FATHER'S BETRAYAL : THE TURNING POINT OF WAYLON'S STORY. what he feels, rage churning inside like gold molten at thousands of degrees, 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔. yet heartbreak claims it's stake in him regardless; piercing the beating organ in his chest with a kind of mourning that only comes when someone has died. he may feel the swell of fury, may feel it creeping up his throat like dragon's breath, but in the end ... agony grows alongside it 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.

the red princess knew what the wondrous female was referring to. it wasn’t unusual for the rulers of wonderland to belittle the inhabitants of the land. lizzie was the daughter of the rulers in red, and she was often misunderstood or overlooked. ❝ alice, i’m sorry my mother did that to you. you aren’t the only one she despises … what if we stood up to her together? ❞

lizzie knew that it was easier said than done to stand up to the red queen of wonderland. most of the time, lizzie couldn’t get her mother to acknowledge her or anything that came out of the princess’s mouth. ❝ sometimes I wish she had never met the king … or the queen of hearts. they were horrible influences—or so i’ve heard. ❞

lizzie was well aware of what a true monster was like. she was raised by her mother, the red queen of wonderland, whom many citizens of wonderland viewed as a monster. queen anastasia was the definition of a monster, according to lizzie. she killed the king in order to gain power and control. she wanted to rule the land all by herself.

❝ my mother was a monster … and honestly, i am so glad that she is not here in storybrooke with me. i don’t even think she knows that i’m here. ❞ the young princess looked down at her red converse shoes, biting her lip nervously. it wasn’t her goal to let the sheriff of storybrooke know her true intentions in town. lizzie only wanted to find her father and tell him the truth. nothing more, nothing less.