#multimess

a deep,   ancient sigh spills from peter’s chest ;   an overflow of the grief that he’s been holding close to his chest like a losing hand of cards from the moment he   &   susan  were taken aside and told that they would not be coming home again.  now that edmund’s lament for his torch has finally faltered in its ability to hide the truths that feel twisted   &   sour in his mouth,   he notices that the air is different here.   stifling.   the tie that he’d fastened around his neck  weeks  ago now feels as if it may strangle him,   and with each passing moment that the train solemnly carries on down the tracks,   peter feels more and more likely to  scream  cry  collapse.   (  but he would never :   not in front of his siblings,   not if he can help it.  )

❛ i would have, ❜   he begins carefully,   acutely aware that this conversation is far from private.   ❛ su   &   i just didn’t get the chance.   it’s hardly as if we could’ve all sat down for tea  &  biscuits before  — ❜   he will not speak the lion’s name.   not now.    ❛  —  before we were sent back to london,   in any case. ❜

he’s quick to turn to the hushed solitude of his bag   —   pawing through latin and linguistic textbooks in an attempt to look sufficiently busy   —   but even as the minutes tick by,   peter still feels his brother’s eyes linger on him,   and his faux surrender comes in the form of a fond,   terribly absent,   smile.   there is a hollow,   he realises,   where his heart should be.   ❛ look   —   don’t worry about us,   ed.   you  &   lu  still have time left :   that’s the bit that matters. ❜

 @multimess​​ said: you aren’t acting like yourself.

just  a  moment  away  from  popping  the  cracker  in  her  hand  into  her  mouth,  the  callout  caused  iden  to  suddenly  pause  in  her  motion.   it  wasn’t  as  though  shriv  pointing  out  something  like  that  was  unprecedented,  his  way  of  caring  was  very  different  than  the  likes  of  del.   lips  pursed  together  for  a  brief  moment,  leaning  back  in  her  seat  as  she  set  the  cracker  down  on  the  small  plate  in  front  of  her  to  meet  his  gaze  with  a  skeptical  squint,  a  tiny  hint  of  irritation,  mostly  because  she  wasn’t  sure  what  precisely  he  was  talking  about.   had  she  done  something  suspicious  lately?   withdrawal  was  her  usual  guilty  go  to.   maybe  she  had  been  a  little  snippier  than  necessary  last  night.   huh.   she  didn’t  want  to  say  too  much  &  end  up  shooting  herself  in  the  foot.

@multimess​ sent: “He’s a cop, right?” From Matt Taylor

from mcelboy memes

            “ totally-- cops give the best weed, ” he says sarcastically, waving the little bag around in Matt’s face before pocketing it. Can’t blame him for asking-- the kid was wearing a very cop-like uniform, but the badge was embroidered in instead of being like, an actual real thing. but then he laughs. “ he’s a criminal justice kid-- guess they have a whole, like, training unit out here. they taze you and pepper spray you at the same time and make you run an obstacle course at the end before you can be a cop-- it’s fuckin’ funny. ” but then he pauses, squinting. he’s completely lost track.

“  all  i  wanted  to  do  was  forget  last  year  ever  happened .  ”      @multimess​

“   be   completely   honest   /   be   brutal   ...   who’s   your   favourite   snake   ?   ever   .   in   HISTORY   .   ”

 @multimess​​ said: “  i’m not looking for a friend.  i’m looking for someone just as angry as i am.  ”

“well,  that  explains  why  you’re  not  talking  to  del.”   anger  was  something  that  still  burned  bright  inside  of  her,  something  that  had  not  been  cooled  even  as  their  allegiances  had  changed  with  the  tide  of  war  &  they  had  defected  to  the  rebellion.   it  was  just  as  powerful  on  this  side  of  the  war  as  it  had  ever  been.   anyone  who  chose  not  to  see  that  was  being  intentionally  naive.   war,  fighting...  those  were  the  things  that  she  knew  best,  at  the  end  of  the  day.   maybe  that  would  never  change.   maybe  it  would.   either  way,  she’s  not  bothered  by  the  apparent  lack  of  friendship,  not  when  there  were  plenty  of  other  ways  to  be  effective  right  now.