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folklore:  exile

I   think   I've   seen   this   film   before    /    and   I   didn't   like   the   ending    /    you're   not   my   homeland   anymore    /    so   what   am   I   defending   now?

HAS BREATHING ALWAYS BEEN HARD?    an  invisible  rock  pressing  down  on  her  chest,    crushing  her  beneath  the  weight  of  everything  happening  all  at  once.   she’s  grown  so  much  since  they  last  saw  each  other:     perhaps  maeve  had  fooled  herself  into  thinking   (hoping)   she  wasn’t  recognisable    -    that  the  same  large  green  eyes  don’t  still  echo  with  the  traces  of  a  lost  little  girl  whose  new  family  so  desperately  wanted  to  learn  to  bond.  

hopefully,    if  all  goes  to  plan,    her  smile  promises  to  reid  that  she’ll  be  fine.    a  lifelong  dislike  of  lies  makes  her  second  guess  how  convincing  the  gesture  comes  across,    questioning  if  just  maybe  he  has  the  same  thoughts  she  does.    he’d  be  happy  to  risk  his  own  life  with  this,    but  that’s  not  how  the  cards  have  fallen.   as  much  as  maeve  would  rather  be  the  team  member  in  the  firing  line,    the  thought  that  this  time,    the  unsub  is  someone  who  knows  her  far  better  than  anyone  on  the  team  does...    is  uncomfortable.

THERE’S AN ART TO IT,     the   perfect   pleading   eyes     -      a   mix   of   genuine   vulnerability   and   the   unspoken   ‘I’d   do   the   same   for   you’   that   dances   on   her   heart.    she   never   asks   for   favours,    never   brings   her   personal   life   into   her   work   life,     never   drags   them   into   her   problems.      her   decision   to   call   her   engagement   off   went   without   remark   or   self   pity,     the   ring   that   weighed   heavy   on   her   finger   simply   disappearing   overnight,     her   smile   a   little   duller   for   a   few   days   before   returning   to   full   vibrancy   again.     maeve   deals   with   her   problems   herself,    always.  

just   this   once   though,     just   this   once   she’s   asking.

@hlyrlrs​ : don’t tell me you still haven’t slept. protecc,

✨ @hlyrlrs. meme. still accepting!

10. does your muse like to cook? would they cook with another?

vi's always got something cooking in his kitchen and it's probably something that he learned from his mother like salim or curry or tom yum goong. coming from a thai-chinese household, that's pretty much all he cooks. it's all he has that keeps him comforted about being away from home. he does have an adopted uncle from south korea, he's learned a few things from him like how to make buldak. he loves buldak!!! vi's food is... incredibly hot lkfjdgdf i mean he's from a tropical country where spice is king. his food is gonna burn your entire mouth and insides unless he goes the chinese route. beijing flavors arent that hot. his weak point is baking! he can't bake... every cheesecake he's ever made has turned out to be a diaster.

he'll cook with someone else if they arent gonna whine lol. sometimes, he just wants to work on his own because he has his own routines. but if someone's willing to learn or teach him something new then sure!

11. what pet names would your muse give to others?

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?      @hlyrlrs!

@hlyrlrs​ : you know what i thought the first time i met you? like a feral mongoose

livvy is about to make a joke; lightly quip something about her being unstoppable, but stops. she's so curious and jamie means so much to her. what if she'd thought something bad?

@hlyrlrs​ : you wanna know what i’m good at? i’m good at killing people. ( garcia :( ) like a feral mongoose

livvy twists her necklace's chain as she listens to garcia and emma fight from her spot just behind a cracked and broken pipe organ. as far as either of them know, she's still asleep in her cot in the old back room; they'd never speak like this with her listening.

garcia is slipping. even livvy can see that. it’s come into sharp focus since the minute she heard he killed anthony. and she's about done listening to them at this point, ready to crawl back to her cot so they don't realize she's heard every word, but as she stands, her foot catches on a piece of wood and it snaps loudly.