#joaquinfischer

❛ i do not get any points for this, joaquin ! ❜

she pulled her face out from behind her hands ( where she had been hiding in shame ), only to meet joaquin’s gaze with a pained grimace.

❛ if anything i get bad points -- hell points ! i get hell points for this ! ❜

to his credit, at least, joaquin was smiling -- although it was kind of hard to focus on his expression while he was scratching away at the hives that had erupted across his face and neck. penelope let out a guilty whine as she looked him over, her hands flying up wildly around her as if she could no longer contain the guilt inside of her body.

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      —ϟ Upon waking that day Ophelia would have never imagined to stumble upon such a thing. A box on the side of the road abandoned for all to see but DISMISSED by its lackluster appeal, they had been doing some afternoon walking needing the extra Vitamin D only the sun could provide when they saw the cardboard square. Hazel hues caught onto the movement it had made and curiosity had made them investigate what was inside of it. 

                    with emerald eyes wide, a glance darted towards joaquin; with palms against, she lifted herself away from the table. there was more than one type of scream in this world; more often than not they were varying degrees of screams of excitement or screams of h o r r o r. without a doubt in her mind, this one matched the latter category.

          what NOW? did she truly wish to know? it was the same type of curiosity that killed one’s cat that drew her outside. cats, however, have nine lives. unspoken, but she could feel joaquin behind her as she pulled open the door greeted by those equally concerned, equally confused.

                   “what’s going on??” she asked of no one in particular right before she saw it. through her own eyes hazed in crimson. seeing it in others, her stomach dropped, her hands began to shake, clammy in a cold sweat.

          face grown pale in no time, she brought a hand to wipe her eyes ---- trembling as she couldn’t clear them, as she couldn’t make it stop. were the blood not already streaming down her face, the tears would have stung. a panic within, desperate for it to stop, desperate to regain control of her body. a stream of red from nose and ears.

                    mind raced, unable to stray from the panic felt of wishing it to stop, the sensation of HELPLESSNESS. so surged it was dizzying as the dramatic hysteria within the redhead alone spread like wildfire. light in the head, within minutes her body shut down. had it even been minutes?? or second that felt as much.

          fainted. collapsed at the puppeteer’s feet. what a day for reunions.

TEXT MEMES.

                        the puppeteer with a gift &&. a sprout of bad luck to go right along with it. she knew the feeling ---- maybe not EXACT, but close. what happened to him that night was something she’d always feared would happen to her. for others to find out, for others to have a relapse in acceptance.

            right around the time the idea of fleeing popped into her mind, whispers of some place . . . more. she’d been hushed in the secret she shared, of what little she’d known, not that she’d really seen him since, but found herself feeling relief upon her spot. that he’d made it just as she had. of course, she might have simply said hello, opposed to keeping her stride along the opposite side of the fence as he, nosing into flowers along the way.

                        of course, she MIGHT have, but ruby was always one to make for an entrance of some sort. as she neared in close enough, a cheerful hum ---- he’d hear it. he’d feel it. he’d know.