sophie-cromwell

[sophie-cromwell]

ambrcses‌:

cocking a brow at the familiar girl, aj nodded his head, silently letting her know he was game. “dare,” he said boldly. “don’t hold back, little bird.”

she’d   momentarily   forgotten   that   she   wasn’t   always   the   best   with   coming   up   with   dares,   lips   pursing   in   contemplation   as   she   eyed   their   surroundings,   “i   dare   you...to   ask   to   borrow   someone’s   bra   and   wear   it   on   the   outside   of   your   clothes   for   the   rest   of   the   night.”

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“okay   come   on   then...truth   or   dare.”   the   youngest   cromwell   proposes   with   a   smirk,   currently   sat   criss   cross   applesauce   upon   her   sleeping   bag,   “might   as   well   make   things   interesting.”

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sophie   can’t   help   the   literal   bark   of   laughter   that   escapes   from   pink   lips   as   she   observes   her   older   sister’s   actions,   “excuse   me?!   is   this   the   SAME   sister   who   was   giving   me   shit   for   drinking   vodka.   i   guess   leave   the   rebelling   to   me,   huh?”   she   teased,   playfully   nudging   odette’s   shoulder   before   beckoning   for   the   bottle,   “here   let   me   give   it   a   go...where   the   fuck   did   you   even   find   this?”   nose   crinkles   as   she   grabs   the   bottle,   bringing   it   to   her   nose   before   grimacing.

open starter.

– “OH MY GOD!” odette exclaims from where she’s seated on the terrace after sneaking away from the classroom for a moment. she spits out her drink, liquid spraying everywhere. she’s never learned how to take a shot. “that’s disgusting! never mind, i don’t want to be rebellious.” it’s whiskey that astrid gave her once, years ago at this point, that she found while packing her toiletry bag. when she rediscovered it, she considered drinking on campus for the first time – anything to put her to sleep and help her calm her nerves. everything about sleeping in the same cramped room with all of her classmates sent her heart racing along with the other threats and drama. all she wants is to forget. and perhaps it’s unlike her to act like this, but fuck it. she doesn’t know who she is any more. apparently, whoever she is doesn’t like whiskey. 

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sophie   rolled   her   eyes,   ignoring   his   statement   before   collapsing   in   his   self   verified   space,   “tough   cookies.   you’re   the   only   idiot   i’m   interested   in   being   around   at   the   current   moment   so.”   to   say   that   she   was   having   current   trust   issues   with   a   lot   of   the   members   of   imperium   would   be   an   understatement.   brows   furrow   and   curiosity   gets   the   best   of   her   as   it   often   does,   “looking   at   anything   interesting?”

It was no surprise that Ryder was sitting in the farthest corner in the room from where most the other members of the Imperium.  Even less surprising is the book laid out in front of him, his notes sprawled out next to it.  There was a lone sleeping bag rolled up behind him, most likely something that was going to stay like that throughout the night.  For one thing that was different, is the brainiac was not nose deep in his textbooks, instead he was scrolling through something on his phone.  As he heard footsteps approaching, he didn’t even bother looking up, instead motioning to the rather large space around him, “Sorry, this area is taken.”

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text !

Parker: hey

Parker: i'd come over and chat but it's a little crowded and private conversations aren't exactly possible

Parker: how you holding up?

sophie: ugh

sophie: im squished next to a guy who smells like he hasn't showered since the 1500s

sophie: i wish we could get out of here or something

sophie: how are you?

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“i   don’t   trust   that   jacey   girl   but   i   don’t   know...no   one   at   this   school   screams   ‘CAPABLE   of   murder’   which   is   the   terrifying   part.”   she   hugged   her   knees   close   to   her   chest,   resting   a   chin   upon   its   caps,   “i   want   to   find   out   but   i   also...don’t   know   what   i’d   do   to   the   person   who   did   this   to   quentin.  What   about   you?”

“so! who do you think.. finished him off?” 

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dancing   was   the   only   way   that   sophie   seemed   to   be   able   to   escape   reality,   losing   herself   to   almost   any   song   that   transported   her   away.   she   was   drenched   with   sweat,   her   cheeks   were   pink   and   she   was   certain   she’d   be   dancing   nonstop   for   about   an   hour,   finally   pushing   herself   away   from   the   crowd   to   catch   her   breath.   “hey!”   sophie   slurred   in   greeting,   reaching   over   him   to   pour   herself   another   drink   before   collapsing   beside   him,   “heard   there’d   be   booze   and   dancing.   two   things   i   apparently   can’t   resist.   you   look   so   lonely   over   here.”

luke did not consider himself social by any means, but he attended a lot of parties for the free booze. there was some sort of irony to it. the music was blaring, and he had a red solo cup in his hand. the alcohol loosened him up a little. he wasn’t much of a dancer as he preferred to observe those around him. a lot of people seemed to be having fun. this was one of the more lively parties he had been to. he smiled when someone familiar walked up to him.

“i thought you said you weren’t coming. what changed your mind?”   

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aiinsworths‌:

             “everything’s pretty much fucked,” he agreed, before he took another swig from the bottle. half of him repeated her words to make her feel supported, like someone was on her side and understanding of her emotions, but the other half … well, the other half agreed. nobody who parker had spoken to had any semblance of calmness, nor did anyone know what the fuck was going on. parker laughed at her story, visualizing sophie purchasing alcohol in the store. “god, sophie, i thought you knew that i only sob with 80 proof vodka,” he joked, passing back the bottle. “hold on a minute, wyoming? i’m struggling to decide whether you picked the most obscure place you could think of, or simply threw darts at a map and it happened to land on wyoming.” he smiled, almost feeling a bit of life come back to color sophie’s cheeks. “well, you know the best way to do that might be to write a little sign, you know, with markers and stuff, and write ‘fuck off, mind your own business’, and tape it to your back. i’m sure they’d understand. but hey, seriously. if all of these classrooms end up being filled up with randoms, you’re always welcome at mine, soph.” he wasn’t exactly one to show a lot of emotion. well, he would take that back … happiness, excitement, compassion, the positive things, he would always show off with pride. parker prided himself on being positive, on being someone who was strong, someone who others could lean on when they needed help. he emulated his mother in that sense, a woman who put everyone and their emotions before her own … and perhaps that very reason is why parker never learned to manage his emotions. he just brushed them aside, and this was no exception. it wasn’t until he was sitting on the floor, hugging sophie, when he stopped to gather his thoughts. “i guess i haven’t yet,” he responded truthfully, almost feeling guilty. “i guess … i-i guess it just hasn’t hit me yet. not completely, anyway.”

“mind if i quote you on that?” she teased, a half sob, half amused choke escaping from her lips as she wiped at her eyes, further smearing the wetness from the tears that still resided. parker was warm, he was comforting and he felt a little bit like home. he always had the ability to make her feel seen and she wasn’t even sure if he was aware of it. it’d been this way even when she was younger and throwing her fits for attention or when quentin would attempt to shove her to the side proclaiming ‘she was too young’ to partake. “80 proof, huh? i’ll have to remember that for future reference.” she chuckled and it felt foreign, it felt wrong and maybe it was because her throat still felt raw. “i didn’t get to choose the state! i got it in a bundle deal from a kid in my humanities class. he’s the idiot who put the order in.” sophie nuzzled her cheek against his shoulder, fingers going to fiddle with the string from his hoodie. “that’s actually not a bad idea. and just walk around flipping off anyone who stares at me and whispers to their friends. i don’t know how O is putting up with this bullshit.” but odette had always been the stronger of the two, handling things with an elegance and grace that sophie only seemed to manage when dancing. “thanks but you don’t want me staying with you. i’m a menace, remember? but seriously...thanks.” her lips pursed together for a moment, lifting her head up and catching his gaze, “you know you’re like...the best guy, right? seriously. and...i’m here for you too. even if i’m shit at showing it sometimes. i know i have the tendency to be selfish.” she offered him a small smile before resuming her position with her head on his shoulder, “me neither. well that’s not true i mean i just...shed a few tears. the vodka helped. but before that...nothing. dryer than the fucking sahara desert and i used to be the kind of person who cried anytime she stepped on a snail. and now? brother dies and nothing. think that makes us shitty people or just people who have used up all of their tears or something?” 

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viclinists‌:

– “OF COURSE WE CAN’T,” odette whispers, closing the door to the classroom behind her. she’s bad at this sort of thing – quentin was always better at it, at calming sophie down, at holding her when she cried. she hovered over sophie awkwardly for a moment before finally taking a seat beside her. “it’s fucked. it’s absolute bullshit, because we both know he deserved…so much more. it’s unfair that was all he got, just because of some stupid – i mean, how could we have known?” that elitism and ambition would come with such a price? “i hope they get him. i hope they get the fucker, they have to.” she hopes that sophie doesn’t notice the way her voice cracks. “but drinking in a classroom isn’t doing shit – you’re just hurting yourself and i…i can’t lose you too. not right now, please.”

sophie’s   gaze   doesn’t   dare   to   leave   her   sister’s   even   as   the   door   shuts,   taking   her   bottom   lip   between   her   teeth   as   she   does   her   best   to   not   unleash   the   tears   that   were   threatening   to   spill   out.   she   was   not   succeeding,   brows   knitting   into   a   furrow   as   she   shook   her   head,   “   how   are   we...are   we   supposed   to   go   on   without   him?”   it   sounded   more   dramatic   than   she   meant   but   he’d   always   been   the   ring   leader.   “   what   are   we   supposed   to   do   NOW? ”   sophie   choked   out,   giving   another   shake   of   her   head   as   she   wiped   at   her   tears   with   the   back   of   her   wrists,   taking   another   chug   from   the   vodka,   “   we   need   to   find   out   who   did   this.”   she   pushes   herself   up,   wobbling   ever   so   slightly,   “   you’re   not   going   to   lose   me,   o.”   the   petite   blonde   swallowed   thickly   before   closing   the   distance   between   the   two   of   them,   wrapping   her   arms   around   her   older   yet   SMALLER   sister,   “   but   a   little   bit   of   vodka   isn’t   going   to   kill   us.   the   person   who   killed   Q   might   but   not   the   vodka. ”

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lisscarrington‌:

            SHE’D LEFT A BOOK BEHIND, or seven  –– which normally wouldn’t have been a problem except for the fact that this particular text was something that the book shop, didn’t have in stock. not after she’d re-purchased it for the tenth time. so the blonde had settled for wasting a few hours of her life, looking for it. at least that had been the intention, after a while the game of chicken with her international economics text book, was forgotten as she began to push random doors open. something about an empty university hallway was well haunting  –– especially now. what she didn’t expect however? was to find such a sight, her heart flipped inside of her chest and an inaudible ‘ bollocks ‘ slipped past her lips, as blue eyes took the girl in front of her in, instantly recognizing her. “ well you know i’d love to SOPH… but something tells me that cheap vodka s’ just about all the company you can handle right now. “ she stated with a shrug, gaze focusing on the other blonde for a moment, as she placed a strand of her golden curls behind her ears. “ i wouldn’t want to intrude, you know me… i’m nothing if not considerate. “ was a bad time for her terrible humor? probably, but the alternative was just too heavy, and if there was one thing lissa excelled at? it was avoiding heavy, always running from it, that was her strong suit. 

  the   moment   that   despondent   blue   orbs   fall   onto   that   of   the   other,   the   corners   of   her   mouth   quickly   tug   as   if   threatening   to   develop   into   a   smile.   that   moment   quickly   passes,   a   smile   failing   to   grace   her   lips   though   she   does   everything   she   can   to   will   it   into   existence.   she   results   in   a   mere   sigh,   “   hey.   ”   sophie   said   softly,   clumsy   fingers   flying   to   aimlessly   tug   at   her   high   ponytail   which   was   now   a   cluttered   mess.   “   yeah   well,   people   have   been   pretty   shit   company   lately.   all   they   want   to   do   is   talk   about   Q.   vodka   is   nice...vodka   is   silent.   vodka   makes   me   feel   warm.   you   sure   you   don’t   want   in   on   this?   ”

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sorry for not being on today or yesterday! things have been crazy and my depression has been KILLER. i have tomorrow and wednesday off so i’ll be around! might try to knock out some replies tonight too :)

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jacey-hernandez‌:

There were plenty of places that Jacey had found that she could hide away on campus, mainly due to her secret trysts with Quentin and the aging classroom was one of them and more than anything she just really needed a secret after that ancient Greek languages class. Green eyes locking with Sophie’s as she shrugged her shoulders. “Don’t really feel like crying but I could use a cigarette.” She answered bluntly. “Your brother liked this room too.”

brows   couldn’t   help   but   knit   into   a   furrow,   eyeing   the   other   as   she   gave   a   tilt   of   her   head,   “   um...wasn’t   really   inviting   you   to   cry.   i   was   inviting   you   to   some   vodka.   ”   inquisitive   blue   orbs   couldn’t   help   but   eye   the   other   suspiciously,   wondering   if   she   was   one   of   the   dames   on   campus   who   were   crying   and   acting   as   if   they   were   best   friends   with   quentin   when   really   they   hadn’t   known   each   other   at   all.   “   don’t   have   a   cigarette,   sorry.   ”   sophie   snorted,   arms   crossing   over   her   chest,   “   oh?   did   he?   ”   voice   laced   with   sarcasm,   not   really   knowing   if   she   could   BELIEVE   this   girl   seeing   as   she   was   getting   exhausted   with   people   who   were   pretending   to   KNOW   what   she   was   going   through.   or   what   any   of   her   family   members   were   going   through.

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aiinsworths‌:

               he wasn’t particularly sure if sophie was in a place to really chat with him, to be near him – or be near anyone at all. he just wanted to be there for her, give her anything she needed, put her first, despite the hurt that they were all feeling at the moment. at the feeling of her arm looping around his, he readjusted to embrace her, wrapping an arm around her body, resting his head on hers. “okay,” he re-assured, his voice still soft. “i don’t think i really want to talk about it either. i don’t really know what to say …” he responded. after a moment of silence, he accepted the bottle from sophie, taking a small swig. “thanks, i think i needed that.” clearly, he wasn’t really sure of much these days, but luckily, he had his friends to fall back on, and friends like sophie who he had known before imperium, before ashcroft. taking a moment to look at his surroundings: a dark classroom with distant street light streaming in through the windows. “picked a real lovely spot, soph, haven’t you?” he asked, slightly joking. he wanted to make her smile, even knowing how challenging that would be at a time like this.

she   was   blissfully   tipsy.   well   maybe   not   BLISSFUL,   more   so   numb   but   lately   that   was   a   welcome   state   of   being.   sophie   was   that   unfortunate   soul   who   often   times   felt   too   much   at   once   and   today,   if   even   for   just   a   few   minutes,   she   wanted   to   feel   NOTHING.   honestly,   she   was   still   in   denial.   convinced   that   quentin   was   just   on   a   trip   with   one   of   his   secret   girlfriend’s   and   this   was   all   just   an   elaborate   prank   to   get   away   from   their   parent’s   rule   or   something.   a   faint   sigh   escapes   from   her,   falling   into   his   comforting   embrace   and   allowing   her   eyes   to   fall   shut   as   she   just   fixated   on   the   warmth   that   radiated   from   him,   gently   tightening   her   grip   as   if   she   was   afraid   if   she   let   go,   parker   would   disappear   too.   “   there’s   nothing   really   to   say   though   is   there?   ”   she   swallowed   thickly,   eyes   still   closed,   “   other   than   we’re   fucked?   it’s   fucked?   everything’s   fucked?   and   nobody   seems   to   get   that.   ”   a   faint   smile   cracked   onto   her   features   when   he   took   a   sip   from   the   vodka,   “   it   burns,   right?   i   know,   i   got   the   cheap   shit.   i   panicked   because   the   guy   at   the   liquor   store   seemed   suspicious   of   me   and   my   fake   so   i   just...swiped   what   i   could   find.   the   asshole   doesn’t   believe   i’m   margaret   reynolds,   a   twenty   five   year   old   from   wyoming.   ridiculous.   ”   she   teased,   feeling   the   mood   lighten   ever   so   slightly   as   she   swat   at   his   shoulder,   “   shut   up!   it’s   so   hard   to   find   places   where   there   aren’t   any   people.   i   swear   people   are   following   me   just   in   the   hopes   that   they’ll   see   me   do   some   dramatic   outburst.   which   i   guess...isn’t   unlike   me.   i   just   want   everyone   to   fuck   off   and   mind   their   own   business,   you   know?   ”   brows   knit   into   a   furrow,   lifting   her   head   up   so   that   blue   orbs   could   catch   his   gaze,   “   have   you   ...cried?   ”   she   was   merely   curious,   chewing   upon   her   bottom   lip   before   taking   the   bottle   back   from   him.  

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viclinists‌:

– ODETTE REFUSES TO CRY. at all times, of course, but right now it is more important than ever. she has to be strong for her sister – and odette knows it’s hard. sophie is likely receiving the same lingering looks, hearing the same whispers. theories range. some find them guilty: “it’s usually the family, you know.” some pronounce them victims: “i mean, it would make sense for one of them to be next, out of everyone.” either way, people don’t give enough space to grieve, or they give too much, walking on eggshells around you, handling you as if you’ll break. “come on, you know you can’t hide anything from me,” she insists. “you should be careful. the only thing worse than being here right now is being home,” odette says. “besides, you’re going to make yourself sick,” she adds, holding her hand out in hopes that her sister will simply surrender the bottle. “don’t – don’t do this.”

sophie   was   always   the   most   emotional   between   the   three   of   them,   the   privilege   of   being   the   youngest   meant   that   she   got   away   with   so   much   more   and   she   always   expressed   herself   to   the   fullest.   it   often   got   her   in   TROUBLE   but   tended   to   be   useful   when   she   was   on   stage   performing.   she   was   overtly   sensitive   at   times   and   she   HATED   it   because   she   felt   that   it   made   her   weak   and   right   now   she   wanted   to   be   strong   for   odette.   “   i’ve   hidden   plenty   of   stuff.   ”   sophie   mumbled   lamely,   brows   knitting   into   a   furrow   as   they   both   knew   she   tried   so   HAD   at   times   to   be   mysterious.   “   it’s   not   like   any   of   this   matters.   everything’s   bullshit   and   it’s   not   like   i   can   just...go   back   to   dancing   and   classes   and   pretend   like   our   brother   ISN’T   dead.   Probably   murdered   by   some   sick   fuck   who   is   still   out   there.   everything’s   fuck,   o.   so   take   a   seat   and   take   a   swig.   it   HELPS.   ”

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Elle Fanning as Jesse in The Neon Demon (2016).

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aiinsworths‌:

          the feeling of sadness and emptiness had risen in his chest; parker would have typically gone off the university grounds and play a gig at a nearby pub or something to keep his mind wandering, but the curfew and lock-in made that trip a little more difficult. he found himself wandering the halls instead, hoping that unfamiliar places would keep his mind occupied – at least for a little. a noise in a nearby classroom drew his attention, but sophie cromwell was the last person he expected to see sitting on the floor. “hey, soph,” he uttered softly, the look on her face slowly breaking his heart. he joined her on the floor, hugging his legs between his arms. “you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

a   sigh   of   relief   escaped   from   parted   pink   lips   at   the   sight   of   parker,   honestly   a   bit   relieved   it   was   him   finding   that   he   was   one   of   the   rare   few   whose   presence   seemed   to   bring   her   peace.   she   willed   herself   to   smile   but   she   couldn’t   really   manage,   instead   greeting   him   with   a   shrug   and   a   muffled,   “   hey   ”   as   she   brought   the   bottle   to   her   lips   and   took   a   generous   swig.   after   she   wiped   at   her   lips   with   the   back   of   her   sweatshirt,   crawling   closer   to   him   before   looping   her   arm   within   his   and   giving   a   shake   of   her   head,   “   i   don’t   want   to   talk   about   it.   ”   sophie   said   softly,   resting   her   head   gently   upon   his   shoulder.   Parker   always   felt   like   an   honorary   brother   to   her.   “   do   you   want   to   talk   about   it?   ”   after   a   moment   she   extended   the   bottle   his   way,   “   here.   it   helps.   “