#tragicher

❝i defined something? accurately? guess i'm done with the book learnin'.❞

the question doesn’t surprise him, they’re hardly in the best place right now. she was trapped in the tennyson family’s basement, waiting as the days passed before it was time for the parade. he knew it was hard for her, knew seeing his face probably wasn’t helpful in any way. ❝thought you might want some company.❞ spoken with a gentle shrug as he sits on the floor, far away enough that if she decided to lash out she wouldn’t reach him. ❝i know this is hard for you.❞

❝so... i heard rumors your podcast was gonna cover, like... a cult?❞ are you a good liar? debatable. that technically wasn’t a lie, you did hear that, but you have ties to the cult and you’re not sure how well you’re hiding it. not officially a member, not as far as you’re aware, but close enough all the same. you’re hoping your bad lying comes across more like a vague fear or paranoia. ❝you don’t really think there’s a cult in barren falls, do you?❞

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   maladaptive   daydreaming  is   a   concept   lydia   can’t   quite   sync   with,   naturally   too   ambitious   to   indulge   in   fantasies   when   the   world   doesn’t   stop   for   anyone.   she’s   too   smart   &   values   her   precious   time   too   much   for   that,   as   should   mallory.   ❛   so,   maybe   it’s   time   to   live   your   dream   life.   instead   of   fantasizing,   why   not   figure   out   whatever   it   is   you   want   &   create   your   own   REALITY   ?   we’re   in   the   20th   century.   that’s   totally   an   option,   you   know.    honestly.   i’m   sure    there’s   more   than   some   little   world   of   romanticized   illusions   you’re   limiting   yourself   to.   ❜   

❝alright, we’ll go slower next time.❞ to be fair you probably should’ve known better to do an info dump about such sensitive topics, but she did ask what you found out. how were you supposed to know that she didn’t want to hear it all at once? gently you grab her arm, guiding her to a chair so that at the very least if she does pass out she won’t risk face-planting. ❝i figured you already kinda knew..❞ surely she must’ve, she and vinnie are tight, you’ve noticed it. if she didn’t know he was part of a cult... well, if that’s the case then you definitely just ruined a relationship. oh well. ❝it’s all really interesting stuff, though.❞

a childlike giggle escapes you, no signs at all that you take her seriously. sure, if she looked deep into your eyes she might find the look of worry, the fear that you’ve been caught out somehow. caught out with what? you’re not lying, you basically haven’t even said anything. sure, there’s plenty of things she doesn’t know. plenty of things no one knows. and maybe, just maybe, they’d be things that caused deep concern. but no one knows them, so no one’s concerned. it’s that way on purpose, hiding traumas deep beneath the surface so that no one can see the real you, a facade of childlike behavior and complete stupidity that makes you seem ten years younger than you are. but, oh, how much easier it is to just make people laugh at the things you say, how much better it is when no one worries. ❝worried? don’t be worried! worried spelled backwards is deirrow and that makes no sense, just like being worried makes no sense!❞