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‘y’ain’t gotta be scared’ve anything anymore, miss grace,’ atticus sits next to the woman on the porch swing, moving back and forth slowly with the force of his feet. hand lands on top of hers, giving her a false sense of comfort, sickly sweet smile hiding malice that lies under the surface. ‘yer safe here. cross my heart and hope t’die,’ @savinggrcce.
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@savinggrcce said: “Just pretend to be my date”. for santiago pls
santiago stares at her, dumbfounded for a moment before his body finally springs into action; it’s a little awkward, and perhaps ever-so-slightly stilted, but he wraps his arm around her waist and pulls grace a little closer. ❛ grace-- ❜ the man leaned down, into her ear as if he were about to whisper sweet nothings into it; his panicked tone makes it clear that is not the case, however. she feels so close, and the longing the man’s been feeling since he met the woman is slightly subdued. at the same time, the proximity of their bodies being a façade only serves to break his heart. he should pull away, set some boundaries before his own feelings become clear; still, santi cannot find it in himself to do so, breath warm against the shell of her ear. ❛ what the actual fuck is happening ? ❜
@savinggrcce : ' i can smell the fire. '
“ controlled burn. ” he notes, handing her a cup of coffee. with the dryness of the season making the far forest a sort of tinderbox it was necessary. still, fire makes him uneasy -- remembering how the large building had burned, even miles away in the hospital next to his mother’s bed he could still smell it.
@savinggrcce : “ i don’t know why i just can’t let it go. ”
he knows the feeling. the ghosts of too many different origins, and came in too many different versions. everyone had their own -- even if they couldn’t see them like HE could. he inhales, arms wrapped around his middle, and nods. “ i don’t really think you can. sorry, not literally -- just it becomes a part of you, you know ? you learn to LIVE with it, i guess. ”
