#dippinsause

LIVING   GIRL  !   nonchalant   in   your  honesty ,  you are     night - soaked ,    drenched in something you do not yet understand .    DOES   IT   PAIN   YOU ,    that  ?  do you   ache  because you do not know  ?    ❛   there’s a ghost in my bedroom  —  it haunts me at night .  i’ve    ASKED    him to leave ,  but he keeps stopping by .   ❜    shoulders shrug .  you are    learning ,    here .

             the  sweet  acrimony  she  can  don  on  her  chest.   callous   &   unhinged.   that  brightness  in  the  green  of  her  eyes,  the  woman  has  met  so  many  failures,  this  will  not  be,  cannot  be  one  of  them.   a  book  gripped  between  her  fingers,    a  farewell,   her  hell  will  be  bottomless.   the  flightless  build  their  own  wings,   &   prepare  their  own  ascension,  the  flightless  pretend  they  are  at  peace.  they  are  so  fearful,   they  know  they  will  never  be,   she  will  fall  as  he  did. 

                                                                ❝     you  won’t  do  it.     ❞

            challenge,  challenge,  challenge.   in  prayers  she  barks,   don’t  hurt  me  like  my  father  did.   but  at  the  same  time,  she  asks  god  for  an  end,  an  out,   one  card  pulled   &   she’s  removed  from  the  game  permanently.   she  is  fearless  without  death  in  her  shadow.   maybe  there  are  beasts  in  her,   maybe  he’ll  release  them.   she’s  curious,   hungry,   athirst.   she  cannot  consume  worlds  with  such  a  small  jaw.  give  her  something  to  become,  give  her  another  future,  another  fate.  she  bats  her  eyes,  lashes  or  feathers.   a  certain  tiredness  under  them,   she  made  life  unkind.   it  was  always  her  fault,   that’s  what  they  said,   that’s  what  she  says. 

            she  killed  them.   yes,   that  was  her  unholy  word  in  the  mouth  of  the  demon’s,   she  brought  them  to  an  end.   goodbye  father,   i  love  you   was  a  well - told  lie.   suffering  is  all   &   well,   but  breeding  it  is  a  new  malevolence.   taste  the  hurt,    she’s  had  fists  on  her  cheeks  before,   blood  in  her  mouth,    she  knows  what  his  rings  taste  like.   those  are  things  you  cannot  forget.   so  when  she  looks  at  him  now,    she  doesn’t  see  another  qualm.   she  couldn’t  if  she’d  liked  to.   ask  her  why  she  is  godless,   her  lips  are  red. 

            she  will  be  killed.   yes,   as  his  book  is  deemed  more  valuable  than  his  own  blood.   she  understands  that  feeling.   she  wouldn’t  be  alive  otherwise.   you  hold  the  holy  in  your  hands  and  it  becomes  holier.   she’s  seen  angels  crawl  for  things  like  this.   more  than  monetary  needs,   she  wants  them  to  crawl  to  her,   to  bruise  their  knees  like  hers  were.  he’s  stalking  closer  with  a  knife.   she  has  seen  this  before,  has  she  not.   she  doesn’t  move,   but  her  smile  pulls  closer  to  the  sky.  

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❛ woah , slow down !! calm down ––- i don’t understand who you’re talking about ––- what kind of MONSTER are you talking about ? why do i need to run ?? ❜ voice carries distress , hands gripping the boys shoulders with concern / yet she still follows him , trust unwavering .

trick or treating • accepting                                         ⤷ @dippinsause​

it’s her LAST chocolate bar.     looking over at dipper’s loot,     he doesn’t have any LEFT,     either.     it’s usually the first to go,     because of the sweetness,     the texture.     what kid DOESN’T like chocolate     ?     the bar rests in her hands like an offering,     and if she holds it for any longer,      it’ll start to get a little warm.

man,     she was REALLY looking forward to that savory - sweet bite.     nose crinkles,     just a second    —    for a moment,     it looks as though she’ll DENY him,     roll her eyes,     say,     dipper,     it’s not my fault you ate all of yours     !     instead,     she flicks it in his direction with a single note of laughter,     high - pitched and loud.