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'I TEND NOT TO BELIEVE PEOPLE. THEY LIE."

" hm. " it's a hum of agreement, fallen from the lips of a liar. his words, while not targeted, feel as though they're piercing your already scarred skin. he doesn't know, nobody knows but you know that everyone assumes what you are & what you've done. the lie has permeated yourself so greatly that you worry you yourself are starting to believe it... starting to buy into the person you've created:

but right now that doesn't matter, who you believe you are doesn't matter ( & maybe that's why you could never truly tell anyone who you are ), what matters is what he thinks, who he assumes you are.

" it's kind of hard to believe people especially when they mess you up. " you try to sell it to @riordsam, without feeding too much into any suspicion that'll turn back onto you. " i get it. "

#riordsam.#v: gen v.#interaction.#abigail currently lying about her whole identity and her dad like : mhm.... sure!#hope this makes sense

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the night would be peaceful if not for the awful onslaught of days before it. her spine aches from hours of being pressed into a wall in a rounded slouch. exhaustion nips at her heels, pressing on her eyelids, pulling her shoulders ever closer to the floor. she’d been small for so long. voices rise across the house, fitting on top of one another to create an incoherent symphony. her roommate and company have decided to solve the vought fascism issue in one night. emma has bravely decided to let them.

∘ ▫ | @riordsam: i've got my money on things going badly.

her attention crawls back to the restless creature beside her. this is the part where she’s supposed to reply, to crack a joke, to say ‘𝚜𝚊𝚖, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢!’ and shove the fear away for a different day’s meltdown. but something awful has lodged in her throat. it would be nice if that something would be poetic, metaphorical, the weight of all things left unsaid! with her luck, it’s probably something very physical and very disgusting : leftover grey matter or ever-present bile. god, she's fucked it. she’s seen the inside of a man’s ear canal. she stopped a different man from slaughtering an entire family. she doesn’t even have access to her youtube channel’s bank account. hysteria hits like a bad high, the abandoned room ringing with the sharp sound of her laughs. ❛❛ sorry. ❜❜ a gasp for air, her body wracked by another laugh. ❛❛ sorry. really. it’s not funny. fuck. ❜❜ emma lolls her head to the side: desperately searches for sam's eyes. their shoulders are already knocking together, but she shifts to press more of her arm against him. tears dot her eyes and she doesn't wipe them away, only smiles a miserable, watery smile. ❜❜ it’s just- what money? ❜❜

#*IC.#riordsam.#the manic pixies are manic pixie-ing together