#glimpseus

  such   a   sharp   mind   like   daniel's   would   never   cease,   now   that   the   gates   have   been   open.   he   worries,   that   it   would   hurt   his   illness,   all   these   troubles.   sharp   greens   look   over   once   more,   tension   leaving   his   shoulders.   "and   i   was   not   lying,   you   know.   i   would   give   him   the   gift,   if   he   desired   it   still."

a sad sigh breaks out of glossy lips, blue hues twinkling with tears as daphne sits alone in the restaurant. things have been hard with her sister, harder than before, and she has no idea how to fix any of it. not to mention she has never felt so alone, even though she has her friends and bastile. except it has never been in daphne's nature to let them in. not about most things, certainly not about this. a tear rolls down her cheek, bottom lip trembling as she feels her sight growing blurry. but then she spots manon and is quick to wipe her face clean. god forbid perfect manon sees her like this. ❝ manon? mon dieu, it is you! what are you doing here? ❞

' DID YOU KNOW? ' voice cracks at the question, and she isn't sure she wants to hear @glimpseus answer. can she handle the truth? would it be worse if she did know? if all these years, they knew. had they let the sawyer's take her in fear? perhaps it was all anyone had ever truly seen when they looked at her; an abomination waiting to break free.

you mean the best trope next to enemies to lovers. i could see them crossing paths a bunch of times and growing on each other. it’s gonna be beautiful.

        of  course  he  did.  &  she  doubts  he  doesn’t  know  that  her  appetite  is  dead  &  gone  under  the  circumstances,  but  years  of  knowing  each  other  would  also  indicate  that  if  he  doesn’t  feed  her  something  soon,  she  will  morph  into  momzilla  on  crack  ––––  her  foot  stops  its  tapping  the  moment  the  hot  dog  is  presented  to  her,  eyes  veering  up  as  she  musters  an  upwards  twitch  of  her  lips.  “  ah.  thanks.  ”  it  looks  good.  too  bad  she  can’t  get  herself  to  take  a  bite.  but  maybe  she  can  finally  stop  bad-mouthing  jess  at  the  top  of  her  lungs  for  half  a  second  enough  to  process  her  own  feelings.  god,  if  she  starts  crying  on  this  porch  right  now,  she’s  glad  he’s  the  only  one  that  gets  to  see  it.  she’s  positive  no  one  else  in  her  life  would  understand  that  outburst  quite  as  well  as  him.  “  i  can’t  stop  thinking  about  it.  that  call.  she  said  hospital  &  i  stopped  breathing,  i  swear.  ”  her  voice  shakes,  her  composure  gone.  she’s  a  wreck.  she’s  used  anger  to  keep  herself  together  all  night  &  now  that  her  kid  is  safe,  in  bed,  dozing  off,  she’s  nothing  but  a  mess.  “  &  the  car  –––  i  saw  the  car.  ”  the  image  in  the  back  of  her  mind  is  enough  to  make  her  burst  into  tears,  hot  dog  forgotten  by  her  side  just  so  that  she  can  use  both  arms  to  wrap  around  herself.  “  i’ve  been  scared  before.  ”  heel  of  her  palm  lifts  to  wipe  away  her  tears.  “  when  i  got  pregnant,  when  i  left  home  –––  i’ve  never  been  this  scared.  ”  gaze  shifts  to  him,  taking  in  a  deep  breath.  “  it  could’ve  been  so  much  worse,  chris,  i  don’t  know  what  i  would’ve  done.  ”

              never would finley underestimate anyone in a world like this, but especially not maggie. she’s more than proven her worth, her strength and loyalty, to those who continued to travel with them. he’s aware she can hold her own, that she can fight, that she was extremely capable. still, that didn’t mean fin wanted to take her out on a suicide mission, one that was entirely his idea.  ‘ i’m going alone. i thought i made that pretty clear, ’  an air of lightness sticks to fin’s words, despite the dire circumstances surrounding his plan. staring down at maggie, fin clutched the rifle to his chest, strap held tightly around his shoulders.  ‘ any other time, i’d be fuckin’ ecstatic t’have you as my partner, you know that. but there’s no reason both of us should go out there and get ourselves killed, ’  small grin is given to her, meant to be reassuring.  ‘ i’m putting my foot down, here. sorry, but no, ’     @glimpseus​.

there's practically a snarl upon the blonde's lips, something that she finds herself doing more and more often, and betty's beginning to wonder if she's spending too much time around jughead. " you're not my mother, gladys. " besides, alice cooper would know that all betty needed to do was punch out her feelings. exhaust herself so she couldn't focus on MORALITY, and it fucking worked, so betty never saw any issue with it. don't fix what isn't broken, right ? laugh escapes from her lips, border-lining on hysterical at the woman she literally used to babysit for. " how could you possibly help me, gladys ? "