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the  idea  had  bounced  along  the  inner  workings  of  her  thoughts  ,  swirling  between  different  tasks  that  needed  to  be  checked  off  ,  as  she  had  tried  to  drift  off  to  sleep  for  two  nights.  it  had  been  enough  to  convince  her  …  popping  in  to  look  around  might  not  be  the  worst  idea.  emory  hadn’t  stepped  two  feet  in  the  door  before  her  eyes  had  been  drawn  across  the  room  ,  a  weight  lifting  off  her  chest  at  the  sight  of  the  small  and  innocent  creatures.  “don’t  even  worry  about  it  ,”  she  reassured  as  steps  were  brought  closer  ,  her  hand  lowering  and  allowing  one  of  the  curious  eyed  &  brave  kittens  to  inspect  her.  “if  i  didn’t  talk  to  myself  ..  i  don’t  think  i’d  ever  remember  anything.”  words  broke  through  a  jump  of  laughter  ,  a  shrug  curling  over  the  tops  of  her  shoulders.  “i’m  supposed  to  just  be  here  for  the  views  but—  i’m  starting  to  think  there’s  no  way  i  can  go  home  alone  after  seeing  some  of  their  faces.  think  you  might  have  the  same  problem.” 

open starter ! where: nine lives cat cafe, annual adoption drive.

"oh god," said softly to himself, brown eyes tantalisingly close to tearing up as he took in the ball of fluff before him. moving carefully, he bent slightly to cup the little face in his hands, smoothing a thumb down the cat's cheek and grinning from ear to ear at the resounding purr the action was met with. "i knew it was a bad idea comin' here," though how anything could be bad when surrounded by cats, he didn't know. danny had been speaking to no one in particular and upon realising that he wasn't alone, got a bit of a fright. heart returning to its normal rate, he offered the person next to him a tight smile. "sorry, um -- talkin' to myself. as per usual," huffing a soft laugh, he straightened back up and scratched between the placid cat's ears. "um. you here for the adoption drive? or just... the view?"

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days  spent  out  of  office  felt  few  and  farther  between.  or  …  they  had  ,  until  recently.  second  day  taken  in  less  than  two  weeks.  stacked  together  ,  like  she  was  doing  something  exciting.  as  if  life  existed  outside  the  walls  of  school  that  had  become  a  second  home.  third—  more  accurately.  second  remained  here.  within  the  pages  of  books  lining  the  walls.  in  the  hard  work  put  forth  by  a  father  who  had  raised  her  to  give  space  to  her  heart.  how  had  she  strayed  so  far  from  that  ?

“take  my  fancy  …are  you  trying  to  sound  old  or  something?”  humor  bridges  over  roll  of  her  tongue  ,  smile  easing  across  features  as  emory  turns  the  corner.  she  doesn’t  need  to  fully  see  her  dad  to  feel  the  tension  melt  off  her  shoulders.  just  knowing  he’s  there  is  the  comfort  she’d  been  searching  for.  “actually  ,  i’d  love  some  help.  my  dad  seems  to  be  missing.  he’s  about  …”  pause.  her  arm  reaching  up  ,  high  above  her  head.  “hm  ,  this  high?  total  nerd.  a  trait  he  ,  thankfully  ,  passed  down.  usually’s  got  his  nose  buried  in  a  book.  or  six.  and  …  has  a  really  hard  time  remembering  to  check  his  phone.”

who: freddie & anyone where: the book voyage (today it is in springdale)

work had never been such a dream for freddie. he had loved the library. he'd loved getting to know the people of the town ... but owning his own place? being his own boss? it was all he could have ever hoped for. so he had no problems in spending most of his time there. maybe he spent too much time there. did it take up too much of his time? probably.

freddie was busy working, doing some admin, when he heard the familiar noise of patrons in the store. he looked up, trying to ascertain who it was that had come in, "can i help with anything?" freddie questioned before he took in who was in front of him. "we got some new stuff in recently. some new releases, a few new versions of some classics... hopefully something to take your fancy."

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(  cis  female,  ryan  destiny,  she/her  )  look  who  goes  there  !  it’s  𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙮  𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣.  wait,  you  don’t  know  who  she  is  ?  the  30  year  old  𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹  𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿  𝗮𝘁  𝗺𝗮𝗽𝗹𝗲  𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗸  𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹  has  been  in  town  for  ,  like  ,  her  whole  life.  i  believe  they  live  in  𝗰𝘂𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿’𝘀  𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁  ,  but  i  usually  see  them  around  𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚  𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨  𝙘𝙖𝙛𝙚.  they  can  be  a  bit  𝘤𝘺𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭  ,  but  i  think  being  𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤  kinda  balances  them  out  ,  you  know  ?

✧｡      ––      𝗧𝗛𝗘   𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦   ,

full  name  :  emory  anderson.   date  of  birth  :  november  2,  1994.   age  :  thirty.   zodiac  :  scorpio.   gender  :  cis  female.   pronouns  :  she  /  her.   orientation  :  pansexual.   hair  color  :  brown.   eye  color  :  brown.   height  :  5'5".   occupation  :  social  worker.

✧｡      ––      𝗧𝗛𝗘   𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗬   ,

you  grew  up  with  a  better  childhood  than  most.  loving  parents  ,  doing  everything  in  their  power  to  give  you  a  happy  home.  a  good  education.  and  a  place  that  didn’t  involve  screaming  matches  or  slammed  doors.  but  something  always  felt  …  off.  a  missing  piece  of  some  puzzle  that  didn’t  fit  into  the  fairytale  that  you  expected  out  of  a  grand  love  story.  it  wasn’t  until  you  were  older  ,  able  to  understand  the  world  and  love  in  a  practical  way  ,  that  you  realized  how  much  your  parents  sacrificed  to  keep  your  innocence.

life  has  always  been  easy.  the  big  &  difficult  moments  were  supported.  the  happy  &  the  sad  all  came  with  even  waves  ,  rolling  through  life  in  a  way  that  felt  ..  almost  boring.  but  you  rolled  with  it.  leaping  over  every  obstacle.  going  with  the  flow.  finding  a  way  to  stand  out  by  being  the  dependable  one.  the  easy  going  type  that  didn’t  ask  for  anything.  ever.

for  as  long  as  you  can  remember  ..  it  has  felt  like  your  duty  to  help  others.  nobody  had  ever  forced  your  hand.  demanded  you  put  their  needs  above  your  own  ,  but  it  has  woven  into  your  dna  like  a  plague  to  the  authenticity  of  your  heart.  you  see  yourself  as  someone  to  help  lift  someone  else.  never  yourself.  and  that  has  found  a  way  to  become  a  career.  schooling  focused  on  what  would  best  serve  your  community  ,  not  your  own  wants.  not  your  own  dreams.  when  you  sit  back  …  you  aren’t  even  sure  you  have  dreams  of  your  own.

but  ,  you  don’t  see  this  as  a  bad  thing.  at  least  ..  not  in  the  beginning.  you  throw  yourself  into  the  job.  become  a  workaholic  ,  but  tell  yourself  it  is  okay.  you  are  helping  people.  there  is  no  greater  joy  than  that.

it’s  only  recently  ,  when  you  lay  your  head  down  to  go  to  sleep  ,  the  world  quietly  whispers  …  it  wants  more.  but  when  you’ve  given  away  every  piece  of  yourself  to  others—  you  don’t  know  if  there  is  anymore  left  to  give  yourself.  

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#𝗰𝗿𝗺𝘀𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘃𝗿𝗿  …  dependent  writing  blog  for  maplebrookhq.  as  loved  by  astra.

╰ ･ﾟ✧. ... emory anderson , bio. reflection.