Aug 28, 2021
fc edits : luke crain , @twinthng
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fc edits : luke crain , @twinthng
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❝ come home, my love. ❞ ghostly air suffocates : drowning her in a light fabricated by the house that binds her. she stands, unseen by all but him, and she calls to him in a moment of sobriety. ❝ i miss you. ❞ manipulation hides beneath a gentle tone, kind voice and a warmth that died when he was young. olivia wants her son : but so too does the house. her head tilts lightly, long hair cascading over slim shoulders and deceivingly dressed in white. ❝ don’t you miss me too ? ❞
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@twinthng said: this is too much for anyone.
HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE STARTERS
❛ OH, I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THAT. ❜ greenery waterfalls from every corner, the stray plants dani has gathered home through the years nestled up above the cabinets, jamie’s carefully cultivated window garden flourishing their cozy little apartment with vibrancy & LIFE. dani comes into the living room from the kitchen with a throw blanket folded into the crook of her arm, balancing two cups with steam twisting from the surface in little, waving curlicues. ❛ you needed a place to stay & i have a place to stay. simple as that. ❜
she sets one of the mugs down on a coaster in front of him. a tea bag hangs off the edge, strand of its twine drifting over the cusp of her thumb. the ‘ tea ‘ itself is a murky swill of grey, so apparent that it draws the edges of dani’s hospitable smile strained.
❛ sorry about the drink. i really never COULD get the hang of tea or however it is you’re supposed to boil the water & add the bag in. ❜ she settles the blanket next to him & wraps both hands around her steeping ceramic cup. a dusting of pink colors high in her cheeks. ❛ ----- whenever jamie gets back, don’t ask her about the time i tried loose leaf. it really isn’t worth the hubbub. ❜
... LUKE AND STEVEN DON’T FIGHT : what they have is much quieter ( it’s disappointment ripe along steven’s brow while his younger brother twists himself into anger and bargaining and pleas ... they stand on opposite sides of the room, a slumped child and the strict - straightness of a grown man, existing more as comparisons than as brothers ). his hands are stuffed into his pockets, his finger drawing low circles against his outer thigh : once upon a time, steven’s own hands had been enough to soothe himself ... as luke’s mouth draws hatred into the space between them, dragging it out of both their chests, he’s unable to cling to himself.
‘ and you’re my brother when you’re not strung out on some stranger’s couch after a three day bender ... we could do this all day, luke. and i have more ammunition than you do. ’ A LOW BLOW : it’s been a long time since he found luke like that ... but the memory lingers, a haunting of a child remodeled into a specter / a man haunted by flimsy nothings. THEY DON’T FIGHT ... what they do is much worse ( it’s a hiss between teeth so the words come out muffled ). ‘ we’re not doing this. ’
@twinthng ... you are [my brother] when it suits you. @ steven
@twinthng sent : wake me up before you go ? 80s hits sentence starters , still accepting !
oh, sweet luke. her smile is tainted with sadness when she looks down at him, his head cradled in her lap. ( she’s not sure who needs the comfort more ---- has she cuddled each of her children to reassure them, or is it to ease her own heart? ) fingers ruffle through her boy’s hair while they should be wiping away her tears. one of them is quicker than her ability to register them: her smile falters as it falls down her cheek.
her inability to hide her sorrow from the kids is one of the reasons why she’s going over to her sister’s. the house is suffocating her, ripping the air out of her lungs ---- except the process isn’t quick and devastating. it’s slow and painful, staining everything around her with the horrors of it until there’s nothing left but to dig its claws at her. what happens when even she has nothing left to give?
the image of luke, skin sickly and dark veined, flashes. olivia flinches. more tears find their way down her cheeks. she brings her son, safe and well and breathing, closer to her and clings to him in a way that must be so confusing for a young boy.
although there’s no point in hiding her tears anymore, she quickly wipes them away. her children have suffered enough from her delusions, to her deepest shame and regret. “ of course i’ll wake you. ” her voice is broken and hoarse, but inspite of it all still as caring. “ i won’t leave until after breakfast. you can wave me goodbye from the porch with your brother and sisters. see me off safely. ”
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he doesn’t need to check his chart this time. he knows. it’s in the skip of heartbeat, growing lump in their throat, strange aching in his hands. clipboard neatly tucked away underneath his arm, carl sighs as they fold their hands together. he offers a smile, still -- until the above’s been reached, it’s the only kindness he can offer.
“ i’m sorry. there’s been some kind of mistake. ”