#leveractions

NON-SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE .      *//    NO LONGER ACCEPTING.

[ calm ]  —  your muse telling mine to  ❛ just breathe ❜ .

❛   just breathe .   ❜

far easier said than done —miss molly o’shea was a woman who would  K N O W  . too many times before had her anxiety and  GRIEF  gotten the  b e t t e r  of her , sucked the air right out of lungs and left her  w i n d e d  . tonight was  N O  exception . the  HAUNTING  image of kieran duffy  r e p l a y e d  itself over and  OVER  again in her mind . the blood and gore , the  b a r b a r i c  way in which his head was held in his  H A N D S  . she didn’t know the feller too well , was neither too fond of him nor too sour — but what she  DID  know was that he was a  g e n t l e  man , and did not  DESERVE  the heinous hand he had been so  u n f a i r l y  dealt . 

perhaps that was  W H Y  she was so deeply  a f f e c t e d  by his  DEATH  . it brought upon the  h a r s h  realisation that they were  NO LONGER SAFE , and they that were  k n o c k i n g  on  HEAVEN’S  door . that even the most innocent were at  r i s k  of falling victim to  C R U E L  intentions . her  h e a r t  goes out to jack and abigail , to tilly and to  mary-beth .  PERHAPS  even karen and reverend swanson — no matter H O W  much those two grind her gears . they were the  f e w  with no  BLOOD  on their hands , and yet , were the most vulnerable . 

lukewarm tears rolling down rosy , freckled cheeks . a white handkerchief held tightly in  t r e m b l i n g  hands . heart aching with each  AGONISING  convulsion . the woman with the rose-coloured hair looks to the man beside her , utmost  d e s p a i r  in her sage eyes as she  T R I E S  to shift her thoughts elsewhere . to  E R A S E  the image of kieran , to rid of her  w o r r i e s  , to stop frightening herself with the  FUTURE  .