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♛ - formal outfit
i definitely got carried away w this but i'm obsessed
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@sunsetsoft sent: ❛ stab . ellie stabs emil with a knife.
he doesn't know what he did.
it's a hazy, distant dream. a grey nightmare awash in blood, watching his own hands curl around a delicate throat with lethal intent. only he swears he didn't do it. he is grateful when he wakes from the dream. it means he didn't do it right? it was just another wretched vision gleaned from the mind of a murderer. his eyelashes flutter rapidly and his pupils constrict. his sight is blurry. it often is after pulling a memory off of someone. and that is what this is. he is so sure of it. it's just another case, just another bout of pulling incriminating memories off of a suspect.
it's definitely not his own memory...but if that's true, why is the pain in his gut still throbbing? why does the warm dampness of fresh blood still wet his shirt? emil tries to look down and that's when he realizes he's on the floor. he starts to sit up and that's when he realizes his hands are bound. panic spikes and he starts to thrash against the restraints. there's a knife sticking out of his belly and that only makes him fight harder.
❝ ellie— ❞ he relaxes when he sees her. relief floods through him. for a split second, the thought of her plunging the knife into him flashes in his mind. he blinks it away. there's no way that that's real. why would she ever do that to him? ❝ ellie, thank christ, ❞ he gasps ❝ get me out of this! ❞
@sunsetsoft sent: ❝ i’m a fan of your work, actually. ❞ ↳ conversational sentence starters
❝ are you? ❞ his baritone rumbles out in the space between them as he takes a half step closer, interest sparking in his powder blue eyes. there are few topics he enjoys discussing as much as he loves to talk about himself. it is a flaw he is at least aware of—he is far more self aware then some give him credit. ❝ how delightful. ❞ he tilts his head, letting his gaze flicker up and down her chic form with unabashed appreciation. well doesn't she look delicious? ❝ the critics have been especially harsh this award season. so i ate a few of them. ❞ he gives her a knowing smirk, as if it is a little joke. oh it's the easiest thing in the world to fool mortals. what was it tough cookie called it? ah yes, 'method acting.'
@sunsetsoft: look, if you’re sad, you cry.
memes, accepting
the boy gnaws at his lip. like a great scream was building. like he could stifle it. crush it. chestnut eyes, red-rimmed, watery, play hide-and-seek between scenes. (his beanie, wrestled into a taut, tiny fist. the sunlight, spectacular beams upon kitchen floor.)
“ i – i’m alright. ” tears nonetheless trickle and fall.
+ memes / accepting!
@sunsetsoft said: ❝ wait, stop you’re bleeding. ❞
"Yeah, well, if we stop every time I'm bleedin' we won't be gettin' nowhere quick." He pauses, looking over his shoulder at her, eyes narrowed suspiciously. "'Course, you'd like that now wouldn't you, sweetheart? Just a couple more hours of freedom, hell, maybe a whole day." Though this hardly counts as freedom, really. Still, he shakes his head. "We ain't stoppin'."
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@sunsetsoft asked: ❝ i don’t know how to ask for help i just— i’ve never had anyone to ask for help from before. so…this is me trying i guess. i need it and i’m afraid to ask for it. that’s the best i can do. ❞ / EMOTIONALLY CHARGED SENTENCE STARTERS: no longer accepting.
Wow.
Listening closely, Gale reckons that all this angst had longly cultured. Unfortunately, it wasn't in the nature of a vintage, something liable to aging both sumptuous and sweet. Rather, it had bittered and soured, its firstmost notes like poison in a bottle violent and gnawing at the belly of his heart. Caustic and nipping like a vat of acid. Truthfully, Gale had long since seen it, his propensity to lean toward that stubborn independence. He had wondered where it came from, were it natural or birthed from some years-long fear, but he now would guess that it's more of the latter. Trust, too novel, stirs vast unease.
What a shame. A needling pang would take Gale's heart. He watches her standing like some frazzled Atlas.
"In my experience, there are few things as daunting as making oneself vulnerable. Believe me, that you would take the step to do so is feat enough already, and it is one such feat I am eager to reward." He'd been washing some herbs, preparing for their afternoon supper. It smells of thyme, lavender, and the river's spring-cold crisp. Putting them in a bowl, Gale returns his gaze. "Consider it an opportunity to return your kindness. What's on your mind? It's difficult not to notice you've been...well, shuffling about bowed close to folding."
🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺
grabbing this ask and shoving it right back into ur arms!!!! shut up no u!!!!!!
✏️ once again as many as u like! for jinx (ik we haven't plotted them as much but we have the vibes and can make more)
incorrect quotesㅤㅤㅤㅤ☾ㅤㅤㅤㅤ accepting!!
jinx: i prevented a murder today. elinor: really? that’s amazing! how did you do that? jinx: self control.
jinx: you know, when i first met you, i didn't really like you. elinor, after a moment: …i thought there was going to be another half to that sentence? jinx: nope!
jinx: *holds a gun out to elinor* elinor: i-i don't believe in guns. jinx: well, trust me, they're very real. now take it.
elinor: you use humor to deflect your trauma. jinx: awww, thanks— elinor: that’s not a good thing. jinx: all i’m hearing is that you think i’m funny.
jinx: i'd kill someone if you asked me to. elinor: i'm pretty sure you'd kill someone even if i didn't ask you to.
