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(    jessica  alexander,  demi  woman,  she/they    )    𓉸    all  eyes  fall  on  ALLEGRA  AGOSTI as  they  enter  CEDAR FOREST.  unaccustomed  to  newcomers,  the  remnants  can't  help  but  speculate  if  they  are  as  BOHEMIAN  as  they  seem.  in  reality,  other  entourage  members  would  disclose  that  the  apparent  26  year  old  can  be  fairly  ALOOF  since  joining  the  ensemble  in  1835.

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Jessica Alexander Fallen [2024], season 1 episode 1

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      roya chews at her lip, a nervous tick, one that forces a small bloom of red to sit atop its surface once she's dealt her damage. it's conflicting, mind and heart standing at odds as her wide eyes just can't help but stare, rudely so, manners whisked away and in its place, fear ? awe ? something of the sort — a cruel combination, where life and death were welded into one. i have seen your grave. i remember the day you left us, and then the day you walked the earth again. " please, don't apologize. " she aims to quell the tremor in her voice, a shaking, uneasy pat to the empty bench. " sit — if - if you'd like to. " bleeding heart, an ache that precedes all notions of apprehension. she is just a girl — the confusion, the dread. " did you not enjoy yourself in there ? "

♱　　—　　sanctuary  church  @  6:30pm ♱　　—　　open  to  anyone

♱　　there's  a  feeling  within  camille  that  she  can't  quite  place.  something  empty  and  dull,  aching  and  unexplainable.  she's  been  feeling  it  for  weeks,  slowly  then  all  at  once,  like  a  rising  flood  crashing  down  like  a  tsunami.  it's  a  lot  to  bear,  especially  when  the  there's  a  throbbing  in  her  skull  that  won't  go  away,  unhelped  by  all  the  mingling  voices  that  surround  her.  and  as  the  sun  continues  to  shine  over  the  churchyard,  the  pain  becomes  close  to  unbearable,  like  a  band  stretched  over  her  skull  and  pulled  taut.  she  rises  from  her  seat  and  finds  herself  off  to  the  side  of  the  church,  where  the  trees  provide  much  needed  shade  that  help  quell  the  erratic  pain  in  her  head.  hand  pressed  against  the  rough  stone  wall,  it's  then  that  camille  realizes  she's  not  alone  when  she  looks  up  and  finds  company  already  there.  “  sorry,  i  didn't  —  ”  she  mutters,  suddenly  embarrassed  over  what  she  believed  would  be  a  private  breakdown.  “  i  can  leave  …  if  you  want.  ”

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      altruism poured out of yasmina as if it was natural, something integral, unshakeable, and unmistakably seen. bellamy didn't doubt it, despite not knowing much about the one before her — perhaps that made them naive, little bellamy, always too trusting, their mother would say, but maybe, just today, they could indulge. no shame in asking for help, nor a lent shoulder. just for one night. " i think — i think i'd prefer if you stayed. " a chuckle, breathy, albeit drenched in embarrassment. " you might be the first to not look at me like i've got the plague, or somethin'. isn't that sad ? "

yasmina's head tilted sympathetically as bellamy spoke, heart panging for them. she remembered how confusing their own early days were; she remembered how grateful they were to find father romero's ilk. being alive this way wasn't so different from being alive the first way, ultimately. all anyone needed was a hand to hold and a path to follow. it would get so easy so soon. they couldn't tell bellamy any of this, of course, but it didn't mean they didn't want to, and it didn't mean she could resist the urge to reassure them however they could. yasmina shook their head, smiling. "no," she assured, "i was just exploring. you don't have to worry. can i get you some water? do you want some privacy?"

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      " i'm okay. " they repeated, a mantra, feeling the words take root as the wash of tayla's voice seemed to immediately soothe — a familiar feeling, akin to fond memories of bellamy's inaugural dip in the local creek, with sun-seared skin being enveloped by the fresh onset of water ... a natural high, in itself. " thank you. " still catching their breath, a clipped tongue and spinning mind were not the most optimal ailments during attempted conversation ( emphasis on ' attempted ' ). a dry tongue, unceremoniously smacking against the palate of their mouth, attempting to garner any sort of moisture, all so bell could speak — just speak ! " yes. i — i hated it. i don't think any of 'em meant to, 's like they were just ... doin' it. but that makes it worse, you know ? ——— i didn't do nothin'. nothin' that warrants all this starin'. "

company   finds   them   this   time,   putting   an   end   to   their   temporary   solitude.   a   fledgling—   no,   a   returned,   she   reminds   herself.   talya   watches   curiously   as   they   stagger   to   a   halt,   head   tilting   as   they   seem   to   self-soothe   with   assurances   of   their   fineness.   ❝   you're   okay.   ❞   she   affirms,   hoping   her   steady   voice   can   be   a   soothing   presence.   ❝   there's   a   lot   of   people   out   there.   i'm   willing   to   share   my   hiding   place.   ❞   a   curious   tilt   of   their   head   as   they   consider   their   new   guest.   would   it   be   too   much   of   a   push   to   inquire—   ❝   people   are   staring   at   you   ?   ❞

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      roya didn't want to come off as pessimistic, veering on the side of skepticism rather than allowing herself to bask in the other's good graces, but even yasmina's chipper attitude was something that had her ears perked, upright and alert even more so. she was hard to notice, they all were, the ways in which they travelled in a pack, all sporting some ineffable air of diplomacy the town of marrow has not seen the likes of since father michael's sudden passing. " i — uhm, " eyes flickered down to a very full plate, then back to the other, latching onto her grin — part amusement ( a little as a treat ), but more so verging on conjecture — was she joking ? " not much, i've seemed to have lost my appetite ... it feels odd, being here. it's as if father michael's absence has put a wedge in things, maybe. " not a complete lie, a half truth rather.

yasmina smiled genuinely, warmly amused. the people in marrow were so funny, polite even in their anxiety, giving even as they withheld. she had been enjoying the town and its occupants so much, loving their time in the church, even counting down the days to the potluck. she didn't even mind the sun very much, muted by their excitement (and somewhat with their age, too, anyway). "that's okay," they said easily, tone gentle and friendly. "yeah, i'm having a really nice time. are you? have you eaten?"

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open to. all, no reply cap for now ! closed for replies. setting. the sanctuary church, outdoors, perhaps on a bench or something outside, nightfall.

      all at once, everything seemed to have imploded in on itself, at least in bellamy's mind. too hot, too cold, too many voices, not enough, everyone was too close and yet, still far away, unreachable, despite being in their perview. never mind the resounding thud within their brain, pulsing at their temples with a dull ache, forcing their gate to transform into something closer to a stumble and eventual fall upon a stone bench. " i'm fine — i'm fine. " the repetition more so for themselves, but eyes had already been on them all day - the least they could do was provide some semblance of an explanation. " it was just ... too much, being there, everyone starin' like i'm some sort of ghoul. christ. i'm okay. " their fingers curled against the edges, the cool stone washing relief over a frazzled mind. " ——— did i take your hiding spot ? "

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open to. all, no reply cap for now ! closed for replies. setting. the sanctuary church, mid-potluck, late afternoon.

      call it some extreme form of exposure therapy, perhaps that was the only viable explanation as to why she'd walked over, crisped up shepherd's pie in hand, blackened crust with nothing but a wandering mind to blame. the mind - or rather, mindlessness - was why she did nothing but prod at her full plate now, spokes of her fork poking at the food as if they were mere playthings, with surfaces of each piece pruning with time that left them all untouched. roya hardly realized she was staring until their voice finally hit her eardrums. a jolt, now finally awake. " merde, i'm sorry, i didn't realize, i — " words rattled in quick succession, frantically spilling through cracked lips. " are you enjoying ? the gathering, i mean. "

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      " hi — " the timbre of their voice is soft, unassuming, more so an acknowledgement of aspen's presence rather than a hard stop to her train of thought. bellamy had resigned there, unable to shoulder the growing number of quipped phrases and soured moods — no one had to be there, and yet, many act as if they are being puppeteered by some cruel, higher power. " i can leave you alone, if - if you'd like. 't wasn't easy to be out there for me, either, if that's what you're upset about. "

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an   internal   investigation   is   in   order.   after   worming   her   way   into   a   third   table   and   having   everyone   fall   silent   for   a   third   time,   aspen's   had   enough.   she's   retreated   to   a   quiet   part   of   the   church   house,   nose   buried   in   her   phone.   ❝   i   mean,   realistically—   ❞   hums   of   her   inner   monologue   escape   into   a   room   she   thought   to   be   empty,   ❝   what   could   i   have   done?   ❞

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Blessed Are the Peacemakers, Brionne Janae

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ISABELLE ADJANI as Anna POSSESSION dir. Andrzej Żuławski, 1981

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also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.

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May (2002) dir. Lucky McKee

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(    golshifteh  farahani,  cis  woman,  she/her    )    𓉸    did  you  see  ROYA  FOROUGHI  walking  around  bear  paw  diner?  i  heard  that  the  31  year  old  has  been  particularly  IRATE  since  the  loss  began,  which  is  a  shift  from  their  usual  show  of  INTELLECTUAL.

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(    courtney  eaton,  non-binary,  they/them    )    𓉸    marrow's  own  BELLAMY  HSU - BENNETT,  age  27,  passed  away  on  APRIL  26,  2025.  loved  ones  report  that  they  were  extremely  FORBEARING  and  express  discontent  with  rumors  that  describe  them  as  WITHDRAWN.  according  to  town  gossip,  their  death  was  due  to  BLUNT  FORCE  TRAUMA  TO  THE  HEAD DUE TO A CLOTHING IRON FALLING ON IT  —  which  is  strange,  because  i  could  have  sworn  that  i  saw  them  at  PATRON  VALLEY  CAMPSITE  last  night.

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