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“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

― Sylvia Plath

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“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

― Sylvia Plath

                                   Multimuse Blog Written by Mira

                              [[Muses]]         [[Verses]]        [[Rules]]

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“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

― Sylvia Plath

                                   Multimuse Blog Written by Mira

                              [[Muses]]         [[Verses]]        [[Rules]]

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“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

― Sylvia Plath

                                   Multimuse Blog Written by Mira

                              [[Muses]]         [[Verses]]        [[Rules]]

[im-the-strongest-blog]

“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

― Sylvia Plath

                                   Multimuse Blog Written by Mira

                              [[Muses]]         [[Verses]]        [[Rules]]

[im-the-strongest-blog]

“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

― Sylvia Plath

                                   Multimuse Blog Written by Mira

                              [[Muses]]         [[Verses]]        [[Rules]]

[im-the-strongest-blog]

“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

― Sylvia Plath

                                   Multimuse Blog Written by Mira

                              [[Muses]]         [[Verses]]        [[Rules]]

[im-the-strongest-blog]

“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

― Sylvia Plath

                                   Multimuse Blog Written by Mira

                              [[Muses]]         [[Verses]]        [[Rules]]

[im-the-strongest-blog]

“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

― Sylvia Plath

                                   Multimuse Blog Written by Mira

                              [[Muses]]         [[Verses]]        [[Rules]]

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“What happens if he doesn’t!”, he didn’t mean to scream. He didn’t mean to be crying his heart out to V of all people but right now he couldn’t help it. His head hurt, his heart was sore and everything that he loved was being questioned. Everything had been a lie. His brother hadn’t left him for death. His brother had never forgotten him and yet even as worried as he was he could still feel that anger aimed towards his brother. “He needs to wake! He needs to know what he did!”

    He nodded. “Yes.. we need to have hope for him.. hope that he’ll wake up. That’s what’ll help him most right now” He knew he shouldn’t make promises that he would wake up when he couldn’t guarantee that. He just knew that they needed to hope. He also knew he needed to be there for him right now.

    He felt his heart break as he felt him against his side and realized that he was crying. “Saeran..” He pulled him close and attempted to comfort him, gently rubbing small circles into the other’s back.

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The world was full of pain. Nothing seemed so true as those words but for once he wasn’t in pain. For once he was worried about his brother, scared but something rather warm too. Maybe this was what Saeyoung called hope? He frowned at the thought, holding a hand over his heart as he felt it make a funny fluttering feeling inside his chest. He glanced over towards where the doctor had taken Celeste but decided to stay put, picking up a pillow to hug into instead. Saeyoung would be here soon. He’d be able to tell him what to do. Who to trust.

“We’ve been told about the situation concerning both boys and that you are to be their legal guardian? As such we would like your permission to perform a full check over. We found that Saeyoung had a few bruised and even some broken bones...we would like to make sure that both are healthy before they go home with you”

Celeste sighed and kissed Saeran on the head. “It’s a scary place. No one really likes hospitals, Saeran,” Celeste explained. “But when you need them, you’re happy they exist.” She got down on her knees and looked into Saeran’s golden eyes.

“I promise you, not every adult is as bad as your mother told you. I won’t lie, though. This world is full of pain. But there is so much out there for someone like you. It would be a shame if your mom had kept you locked up, unable to find the happiness.” She smiled and pushed a curl out of his eyes. “I intend to help you find it all!”

Celeste inhaled deeply and straightened her blazer. “Of course, doctor.” She stood up and gave Saeran one last kiss on his head before strolling out into the hall. Before she closed the door, she winked at her son. “I’ll be right here if you need me, sweetie.”

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No! No! He couldn’t lose anyone else! It was his fault suggesting for her to be taken here, his fault that she’d been locked in the cells for as long as she had and yet here she was trying to make sure that he got away from here? She’d promised they’d go together. It had taken a long time to get through to him that his brother wasn’t the monster he’d been made to believe he was but that didn’t stop that fire from burning. He couldn’t do this alone and he knew she wasn’t going to survive if she tried to take on the entire group of believers by herself. A squeak of pain was all that escaped as he fell into the rose bushes under the window - a few thorns easily breaking his skin but this pain was nothing compared to what he was used to dealing with daily. The fall did knock his head though, causing him to be rather dizzy for a few moments as he tried to get back to his feet, pulling out his own gun and glancing around the garden to see how far in he was. Getting out and back around to the path that would lead down from the mountain didn’t seem as though it would be too easy and as he heard a gunshot going off inside, he couldn’t help but gaze up towards the window where he could just make out Mary’s form. “Oi! You stupid bitch! Get out here too! An open space will give you a much better chance”

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“Please hang on for just a few seconds longer!”

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“I…I don’t think I can…” Her words were quietly mumbled as she tried to look at Saeran. Her vision was already BLURRY and she knew that, in a few seconds, she would fade into the world of darkness. Mary always had been scared of dying, no matter the circumstances. She knew that a live among crime would lead her to such a dead end sooner or later but she never thought it would be this soon. There were so many things she regretted and so many things she wanted to say and do. However, the time was slowly slipping through her hands just like the BLOOD that had colored her white shirt into a crimson red. 

Was this what dying felt like? She was scared but for some reason she managed to stay calm.( It could be because she was slowly losing her energy to breath or because she wasn’t alone.) It was strange, the whole situation. In the one moment she was still trying to fight against someone and tried to PROTECT Saeran and in the next moment she laid on the ground, bleeding. 

Without realizing it really, she closed her eyes. This was a fight she was going to LOSE but maybe there was the chance that she really could be saved before it was too late. With the last bit of her power remaining, she smiled at him. “It’s….okay…” Her words were just below a soft whisper before she finally fell into the unknown pitch black darkness. If nothing would happen in the next few minutes she would die for sure. 

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Alright, his brother was a good driver but that didn’t mean there was any excuse for the crazy manner in which he pulled out from the garage, narrowly avoiding a crash before slowing once they hit the road. Saeran leaned over the seat and hit the back of Saeyoung’s head before sitting back with a heavy sigh. Obviously, his brother was just showing off but the younger brother was willing to bet that the antic had scared Lenny more than impressed her. “Oopsies”, Saeyoung laughed happily as he came to a stop behind some traffic, “Didn’t realise quite how fast I was going there”

“If Lenny doesn’t want to choose then I suggest we take the simple black one”, Saeran spoke up as he walked off in front of them and towards the back of the garage where the black car was parked, Saeyoung giving a small shrug before walking up to unlock the doors for them, “Right - stick out the least I guess” he shrugged a little as he glanced back to Lenny, opening the passenger side door for her as Saeran climbed into the back. “Well. After you then Princess”

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@cometwished continued from [X]

“You didn’t wake me”. Well, it wasn’t a lie. He tended to not sleep too much during the night, surviving off naps during the days and sugar highs from the amount of ice cream that he consumed. Sighing, he sat on the edge of the sofa and glanced up towards the ceiling. “The stars? Ah but in here you can’t see the sky unless you go outside. I bet you miss the sky?”. He yawned behind one hand, shifting to pull his blanket around his shoulders as he got more comfortable on the sofa. It wasn’t as if he minded her being there with him but he was concerned about her health. He knew sleep was important. No one should fall into the same bad habits that he and his brother had, or sleep the odd hours that Vanderwood seemed to. The bunker was as safe and secure as a place could get and yet his worries would still keep him awake. “What are you playing?”, he asked as he leaned over and pulled a book from under the table - his safe hiding spot from his brother’s habit of spilling soda or chips around the place. Mess was something he was attempting to get used to still.

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//Gah - heads starting to ache but I’m like 4 drafts away from being done *rolls around* Gonna start my replay of Dream Drop Distance then come back to drafts - cause somehow playing games helps distract my head from pain? I’m weird I swear. Long as I keep it from becoming a migraine then everything is okay!

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