#moonhurts

@moonhurts​ liked for a starter! ( outlast & remothered based ) 

           𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 was now a daunting reality as Daphne slid the infra-ray goggles down over her eyes. They weren’t exactly STYLISH, but in the grip of night, they helped her see. ❛ You know, I can investigate this place on my own. You don’t have to come with, Isaac. ❜ She didn’t like the TREMOR in her voice, and wondered if he would mention it. 

WINTER BREAK. ONCE AGAIN IN NEW YORK CITY.    there’s  chinese  food  for  two  and  late  night  television  playing .   it  is  an  odd  scene  for  any  outsider  to  witness ,   odd  enough  for  them  both  to  live  through .    what  started  out  as  a  favor  for  scott  grew  to  friendship  to  something  more .   it’s  complicated .  they  sit  in  silence  but  there’s  something  on  his  mind .  heart  begins  to  race  and  he’s  almost certain  the  other  can  hear .  nervous  hands  put  down  the  chopsticks .

❝     so . . .  i’ve  been  thinking . . .     ❞  he  starts ,  taking  a  drink  from  his  cup .  nothing  to  do  but  dive  head  first  into  the  awkward  conversation .    ❝     i  want  to  help  out  more  over  here ...    um ,   like  with  you  and  what  you’re  doing  and  stuff .     ❞    god .   does  this  even  make  any  sense ?    ❝     i  mean ,  california  is  in  good  hands  with  scott .  he’s  fine .  everyone  there  is  fine .     ❞

hand  scratches  behind  his  head ,  trying  to  find  the  words .  ❝     so ,  maybe ... um...     ❞   just  spit  it  out .  what’s  the  worst  that  can  happen ?  ❝     i  was  thinking . . .     ❞

𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄   𝐈𝐒   𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄   𝐀   𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊   𝐓𝐎   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐁   .   like   the   startle   of   sleeping   beauty   just   before   her   inevitable   collapse   .   lydia   looks   to   it   ,   that   bright  -  sharp   phantom   pain   to   the   pad   of   her   finger   ,   expects   to   see   something   blood  -  red   and   bleeding   ,   but   there   is   nothing   there   .   he   says   ,   i   could   hang   around   more   if   you   want   and   ,   LIKE   SLEEPING   BEAUTY   ,   lydia   appears   to   be   waiting   for   the   drop   .   this   time   ,   though   ,   it   doesn’t   come   . 

❛    don’t   put   yourself   out   ,   or   anything   .   if   you’re   busy   .    ❜        vulnerability   is   a   tricky   thing   .   how   do   you   open   your   mouth   to   say       »     it   is   only   silent   when   i   am   not   alone   ,   otherwise   everything   is   voicesvoices   ?       «       how   do   you   say   ,       »     there   is   something   empty   in   my   sternum    «       without   letting   go   ?   lydia   has   not   yet   learned   .   she   does   not   mean   to   come   off   so   haughty   ,   this   time   .   tries   again   .   something   a   little   quieter   ,   the      (     slow   press     )     of   gentle   tide   to   shore   .          ❛    but   i   —   want   .   thanks   .    ❜

           all hope of going home this weekend vanished in seconds.  oh well,  what’s one more weekend in the city?  maybe it’ll be fun.  maybe it’ll be a nightmare like the news is saying.  either way one thing was certain :  he’d have to wait to see his dad and friends.  it wasn’t long until boredom began to lurk.  in an effort to fight it, harvey strolled along the aisles waiting for a title to catch his eye.

           brown eyes catch a glimpse of a familiar face.  a most welcome sight in such a shitty situation.  the boy makes his way over to the table,  ‘     well, it looks like we’re stuck here for the night.  unless you want to make a run for it?     ’  he smiles, taking a seat across the other.  harvey wastes no time pulling out his sketch pad and headphones.  ‘     ––––––  it’s cool if i sit here, right?     ’

❛ i appreciate your honesty, ❜ accompanied by a quiet laugh while he tugs a shirt two sizes two big over his head. nothing about the situation is serious enough to warrant even considering taking offense. isaac says it from across the room where he already seems to be comfortable in bed, ben’s only a moment behind. he tends to take longer, something catching his eye every few minutes even when he’s keen to settle down. he’s not too bad tonight, quick enough to slide under sheets on his own side of the bed, quicker to turn on his side and face him. 

           ❛ and i said you wouldn’t like it. we never want to go about things the same way. ❜ tone laced with the same amusement isaac’s comment was received with, he’s not closed off to suggestions. usually, he welcomes it. that’s no different tonight, except he’d like to be warm first, so there’s a considerable amount of squirming to get comfortable before he’s settled enough to look up and offer a grin. ❛ what would you have me do? ❜

Icb u know each other pre-Kylie days. I’m offended.

referring to the expressed faith as a veneer would be fallacious, and accepting it as the magical secret ingredient to her conspicuous personage would be an oversimplification. 

it is not as simple as being true or not true, earned or taken for herself. like any skin, it has cracks. it becomes dry and brittle under extreme light or inspection. it can be tested and even broken under the right circumstances –––– but the confidence she presents to the world has been built, pieced together with all she has scavenged over the years. rose clings to it as if it’s a weapon to be wielded in defense. and offense, if necessary.