Nov 3, 2015
the new aesthetic is a+++
i’m always a slut for bold / minimalist aesthetics :-)
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the new aesthetic is a+++
i’m always a slut for bold / minimalist aesthetics :-)
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IT’S THE HEARTBREAKS ( alternative new verse based on american horror story: hotel )
Alys and Peter ( @wearingwar ) met at the university when they’ve both recently started studying in London, becoming fast friends thanks to their matching personalities and interests. One summer, between their second and third years of the uni, they planned an extensive trip on the continent of Americas. Their intention was to start their journey at Brasília ( Brazil ), then travel north to spend the last few days of summer in Vancouver ( Canada ) before flying back home. It was all going according to plan until they arrived to Los Angeles, and booked a room at HOTEL CORTEZ. They found themselves unable to leave the hotel, quite literally. They began losing track of time, often for long hours and even half a day. Unnerving as it was, lost hours were the least of the horrors that awaited them, for a new evil lurked in every corner of that old building. Alys was haunted by visions of a tall, blonde and regal-looking woman, as well as creepy, fair-headed children who sent shivers down her spine. But perhaps the WORST of it all was the undeniable change she felt within herself, as uncharacteristically DARK thoughts and intentions began to resurface in her own head.
I want the H because Pevensie sibling hugs are the best
[ prepare to be hugged ] [ the emotional hug ]
Lucy was particularly bad at two very specific things. The first was maths, which had never ever made sense to Lucy, and she was very glad she no longer had to study. The second was waiting. And lately, she’d had to do an awful lot of it.
Peter was returning today though. He had to be. Three weeks had passed since the date he’d set for return, and every night since had found Lucy perched on the steps of Cair Paravel, hands winding anxiously together as she watched the road. Susan and Edmund had both done their best to convince her not to, any more, but neither had succeeded. She knew they worried too, but they were bigger than her, and they pretending that they didn’t need to worry. Lucy wasn’t above it. Lucy was scared for her brother, and she didn’t care who knew it.
But she had a feeling. Something that sat in the centre of her chest and told her that tonight, tonight would see Peter’s return. And so she sat huddled on the steps, a thick blanket draped across her shoulders (Susan’s insistence), and a wool scarf wrapped around her neck (Mr Tumnus’ gift).
Never before had Lucy lost faith in anything, but as the sky started to darken, she felt an untouchable sadness blossom in the pit of her stomach, as though everything was lost, as though the world were no longer as it should be. Perhaps it was why her eyes started to slide shut, why sleep pressed lightly to the inside of her eyelids.
She woke rapidly, what felt like moments later, at the sound of horses hooves. They were slow, walking, and she was on her feet without a second thought, blanket forgotten on the steps as she took off running. She came upon them in moments, threw herself at her brother’s chest, arms wrapped so tightly around him it was a wonder he could breathe. For a moment, she simply stood there, face pressed into his neck, trembling with the emotion of it all. And then she pushed back from him, face the perfect picture of an angry mother.
❝And what sort of time do you call this?❞
i was totally not drawing on my real life experiences this has never happened to me ever i promise
[ @wearingwar ] [ call. ]
❝I have a better idea. It’s called going home and doing nothing. I’m tired.❞
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@wearingwar.
❛ mister pevensie ! it’s a good and fortunate coincidence to run into you. i feel i should express my gratitude for being welcomed into your handsome town with a RELATIVE warmth, considering circumstances. with a federal badge in my possession, i’ve been forced to grow unaccustomed to such receptions. ❜
little thing.
send ‘little thing’ & my muse will tell you something as a child!
❛ Did you know my people came from the stars ? ❜ her eyes trailed upwards, a faint gesture, brief ; she was far too fond of the stars ( if there ever was such a thing ). It was her father that told her because of who she was ( half-elven ), because of the blood that coursed through her veins, she would one day be able to choose whether she accepted the blood of immortality or turned it away. Starlight danced in her eyes as she smiled. She couldn’t imagine letting the starlight fade from her veins. Perhaps a childlike thought, but a pure one all the same.