#dreametch

             “  you do not approve.  ”    there was no question in his tone -- but a hint of amusement flashed behind his eyes. he was unlikely to tell her so, but verity’s unfailing honesty was perhaps his favorite quality of hers. and while he was not seeking her advice or approval, he loved her for offering it anyway. it would hardly be the first time she’d felt him reckless, he knew. but if he was to make something of the useless land his father had left behind -- if he was to make something of himself -- a little recklessness was more than desirable. it was necessary.    “  shall i have prudie bring tea before your lecture or after?  ”

             “  truly, verity -- to come all this way just to keep me company!  ”    the words were scolding, but there was a welcoming smile on her lips all the same. trenwith was not so very far, of course, but on a night like this, with ross gone to truro, she could hardly deny that she’d felt a touch lonely... leading her guest into the parlor, demelza hurried about, gathering bits of mending, clearing a space for verity by the fire. a thought occurred to her then, and she looked at her friend with a touch of amusement in her eye.    “  it is my company ‘ee’ve come for? not to escape that of others?  ”

‘       see ?     what  did  i  tell  you ?     we  should’ve  asked  for  directions  last  time  we  stopped.     and  now  we’re  fucking   LOST.       ’         heavy  thud  sounds  as  her  back  slumps  against  the  truck  door,     followed  by  an  even  louder  huff.     maybe  it’s  a  little  unnecessary,     especially  paired  with   the  hard  scrunch  of  her  lips,     but  rachel’s  not  in  the  mood  to  care.     getting  stranded  with  an  old  truck  out  of  gas,     lost  halfway  through  the  mountains,     will  do  that.

she  jams  her  thumb  into  her  phone’s  home  button     &     checks  the  top  bar.     A  SINGLE  BAR  FLICKERS  THERE.     in  the  next  second,     it’s  gone  again.         ‘       fuck,       ’         she  hisses  beneath  her  breath.     taking  the  natural  next  step,     rachel  lifts  her  phone  into  the  air     &     stomps  around  the  car.     again,     the  bar  flickers.     again,   it  disappears,     no  matter  where  she  waves  her  phone  to  next.     finally,     she’s  forced  to  give  up,     letting  her  arm  drop  back  to  her  side.         ‘       great,     no  service,     either.     i  think  it’s  safe  to  say  we’re   WELL  &  TRULY  FUCKED.       ’

Dusty,  quiet  bookstores.  Another favoured location. Peaceful, gives her an air of intelligence that she often doesn’t feel like she usually possesses in her daily life. As though spending three hours trying to decide which books she’s going to spend half her monthly paycheck on today makes her seem smart. Willow has been here for over an hour, not for her indecisiveness (she’s already clutching a pile of books to her chest tightly, card in hand ready to take to the checkout) but wanting to admire the new collection of occult books hidden away in the corner of the store. 

@dreametch​​​ said:

‘  so much is going on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it’s too much!!!!!!!!!!!!! i just want to sleep in the forest for 190 years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i’m tired leave me alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  ’ from lydia :)

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             the side of the smaller’s crown plants against danae’s shoulder, lips thinned in a wicked smile that taunts her sister’s abandoned state. digits wiggle in lonely palms && force a handhold before ebony curls spill across her cheek from the gravitational pull of danae’s personality. ( she was lydia’s star, a whole sun to revolve around when the others were off spinning on their own. ) a snort finally breaks the illusioned silence as lydia crumples her nose in during a covered laugh.

                               ❛ - you done being a mopey mess ? - ❜