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the  ghost  of  your  bloodline      ° • * ⁀ ➷ ˎˊ˗

what  ghost  haunts  you?

[  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭,  𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭  𝐲𝐨𝐮?  ]      born  to  bend  yourself  to  the  will  of  a  bloodline  that  sneers  at  every  effort  you  take  towards  betterment.  you  are  stained  by  the  hand  of  your  father,  your  mother,  perhaps  a  family  member  that  looms  over  your  weary  shoulders.  the  first  grave  is  the  childhood  home,  after  all.  you  can  escape  all  you  wish.      your  body  can  leave  the  home,  the  state,  the  country,  but  you  will  always  be  haunted  by  what  raised  you.      when  chelsea  dingman  wrote,  i  have  been  trying  to  go  home  my  entire  life      &&.      when  graham  greene  wrote,  from  childhood  i  had  never  believed  in  permanence,  and  yet  i  had  longed  for  it      &&.      when  oscar  wilde  wrote,  a  burnt  child  loves  the  fire.

tagged  by:  @dreamwove  (ouchie  that  hurt!!!!!!) tagging:  @buriedabove,  @phasmasum,  @crimesought,  @withinchains  (morgana  &&.  aphelios!!),  @carnaliity, @vulpesse  &&.  anyone  else  who  wants  to  do  this!!!

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@vulpesse      ° • * ⁀ ➷ ˎˊ˗

❛ i fall in love just a little, a little bit every day with something new. ❜

      𝐚𝐳𝐨𝐫  𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬  𝐨𝐟𝐟  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭  𝐨𝐟  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐝𝐞𝐰  ;  𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐢𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥  𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬  𝐨𝐟  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐡𝐞 - 𝐟𝐨𝐱'𝐬  𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭  𝐧𝐨𝐰  𝐨𝐧𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞  𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬.  his  ears  perk  up  at  the  sound  of  the  woman's  voice  and  his  paws  soon  tap  against  the  wooden  floor  of  her  cottage.  michalina's  seated  on  the  floor  ;  her  fingers  busy,  nails  digging  deep  into  pet  fox's  fur  offering  pets  and  scratches.

      the  girl  listens  closely  to  what  the  nature  spirit  has  to  say,  but  scrunches  her  nose  at  the  words  and  rolls  her  eyes.  falling  in  love,  such  a  strange  (  &&.  foreign  )  concept  —  but  ahri  sounds  just  like  mum,  and  thus  michalina  forces  her  imagination  to  portray  how  would  that  be.

      ⸻      to  feel  a  tug  in  her  chest  upon  seeing  beauty  ;  to  smile  unforcedly  upon  hearing  a  sound  &&.  feeling  a  touch.  maybe  she's  lost  the  ability  to  do  so  when  the  only  person  who  believed  her  stories  passed  away.

      she  doesn't  lie  when  she  says  she  talks  to  and  with  animals,  the  fox  sprawled  on  the  floor  before  her  a  great  example.  it  asks  for  belly  rubs  and  michalina  delivers,  and  it's  not  its  body  language,  but  a  direct  question.

      i  speak  with  animals,  michalina  announces,  and  the  adults  &&.  her  peers  deem  her  crazy.  i  speak  with  animals,  michalina  announces,  and  the  lavender  forest's  trees  part  inviting  her  in  to  play  and  rest  in  the  feylike  wilderness  to  her  heart's  content.

      ❝  and  how  does  it  feel?  ❞  peridot  eyes  raise  to  the  host  ;  one  hand  finally  resting  upon  azor's  back  giving  him  an  absentminded  pet.  ❝  to  fall  in  love  with  something,  with  someone?  ❞

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pomegranate      ° • * ⁀ ➷ ˎˊ˗

which  symbolic  fruit  are  you?

[  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐩𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞  𝐢𝐬  𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭  𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲  𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤  𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬,  𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞.  ]      though  versions  of  the  story  differ      :      with  some  saying  persephone  was  tricked  into  eating  pomegranate  seeds  to  be  trapped  in  the  underworld,  and  some  saying  she  willingly  chose  to  eat  the  seeds.      pomegranates  have  a  hard  exterior  that  is  tough  to  crack.      your  hard  shell  is  a  natural  protectant      ​​​​​​​&&.      ​​​​​​​keeps  you  safe  from  those  that  only  wish  to  use  you.  internally  you  are  rich  with  bounties.  you  believe  in  living  your  life  passionately  and  vibrantly.  the  idea  of  surrendering  to  a  fate  of  being  confined  to  anything,  whether  it  be  a  relationship,  a  job,  or  family  dynamic  where  you  are  not  happy  and  lack  agency  is  a  terrifying  prospect.  it  is  fears  like  this  which  also  prevent  you  from  opening  up  and  showing  vulnerability  to  those  around  you.  however,  like  the  pomegranate  whose  seeds  sparkle  like  gemstones,  you  hide  inside  you  incredible  beauty  that  only  the  most  worthy  deserve  to  see.

tagged  by:  @oriphical  (thank  you,  love!!) tagging:  @buriedabove,  @withinchains  (dealer's  choice  hehe~),  @crimesought,  @dreamwove,  @steel-and-fire  &&.  anyone  who  wants  to  do  this!!

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@buriedabove      ° • * ⁀ ➷ ˎˊ˗

      𝐚𝐳𝐨𝐫  𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭  𝐨𝐟𝐟  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐬  &&.  𝐢𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬  𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞  𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞  𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 - 𝐨' - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 - 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐬      ⸻      𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲  𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐨𝐟  𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝,  be  it  teenagers  drinking  away  from  their  parents'  sight  or  vandals  filled  with  buzzing  need  for  destroyment.

      neither  leon  nor  miśka  have  to  worry  about  danger  ;  the  former  probably  having  his  gun  tucked  behind  the  coat  (  and  if  not,  there  are  always  his  combat  skills  )  and  the  latter  escaping  at  the  speed  of  light,  outrunning  whoever  and  whatever  could  try  to  cause  any  harm.  there's  also  azor.  sharp  teeth  &&.  mass  of  muscle  cleverly  concealed  underneath  the  enormous  amounts  of  fur  ;  maw  fashioned  for  crushing  bones  &&.  the  odd  mix  of  agility,  strength  and  endurance.

      this  dog  caught  a  bullet  &&.  shook  it  off  like  it  was  nothing.

      the  cold  breeze  doesn't  bother  michalina  whos  armed  against  it  with  a  warm  yet  worn  off  hoodie.  her  long  lost  brother's  hoodie.

      for  her,  it's  either  overprotectiveness  or  abandonment  ;  never  a  balanced  in - between.  she  hoped  &&.  for  some  time  believed  it  could  be  achieved  with  leon,  alas,  her  silent  wishes  were  once  again  proven  to  be  unachieveable.

      michalina.  that  one  odd  weird  girl  whose  dog  waits  outside  the  schoolgrounds  for  her  everyday.  michalina  who  has  no  friends  other  than  a  guy  twice  her  age  pretending  to  be  her  step  brother  during  parent - teacher  conferences  ;  who  attempted  at  co - parenting  with  her  biological  father  &&.  failed.

      the  teen  considered  the  adult  her  friend.  once  again  was  she  met  with  the  harsh  reality  —  no  one  would  ever  like  you  except  for  your  dog  and  your  dead  mum.

      there's  a  deep  puddle  beneath  her  feet,  and  although  her  sneakers  have  holes  at  the  bottom,  she  still  rocks  on  the  swing  lazily,  tips  of  her  boots  as  leverage.  two  socks,  both  different  (  one  shorter  and  plain  black,  one  longer  and  of  various  colors  ),  already  wet.  somehow,  michalina  rarely  gets  ill,  no  matter  the  weather  she  gets  herself  under,  hardly  ever  dressed  according  to  the  forecast.

      leon  doesn't  like  you  anymore.

      she's  got  the  keys  ;  sometimes  comes  over  with  taco  bell  or  mcdonald's,  her  visits  lessening  in  their  frequency.  there's  no  reason  to  stop  by  leon's  office  either  ;  more  often  than  not  it's  closed  &&.  empty,  case  files  somewhere  else,  like  the  detective  doesn't  want  her  snooping  around  anymore.

      useless.

      a  waste  of  space.

      yet  here  they  are,  in  the  middle  of  the  night,  close  to  miśka's  actual  residence  ;  leon  finally  finding  some  time  for  her  for  the  first  time  in  weeks.  for  the  girl,  it  feels  like  years  have  passed  &&.  she's  unsure  on  how  to  approach.  she's  not  ungrateful,  but  she's  hurt  —  the  art  of  proper  communicating  her  feelings  never  her  strongest  suit.  she  ponders  upon  leon's  words  for  a  bit.  it's  sunday.

      ❝  only  pubs  'n'  bars  are  open  at  this  time  o'  night,  ❞  miśka  finally  announces,  tone  disappointed  ;  resigned.  ❝  i  don't  think  they  sell  any  ice  cream  —  bet  there's  beer  and  vodka  though.  and  the  dogs  are  prohibited  signs  on  the  doors.  ❞

      obvious  and  clear      ⸻      wherever  michalina  goes,  azor  follows.  without  him,  she's  miserable.  gods,  how  did  no  one  diagnose  her  with  autism  yet  ;  why  did  no  one  undergo  the  legal  procedures  to  assign  azor  as  her  emotional  support  dog?

      ❝  school's  alright.  ❞

      avoidance.  school  is  not  alright.  there  were  some  special  programs  introduced  to  leon  on  his  last  one - on - one  with  michasia's  homeroom  teacher.  summer  school  to  catch  up  with  the  rest  of  her  class.  other  fancy  solutions  to  existing  problems  everybody  seems  to  ignore  —  or  rather,  brush  off  for  the  sake  of  the  girl,  with  leon  trying  his  best  not  to  discipline  her  too  much  (  he's  not  family  per  se  )  &&.  henryk  knowing  only  the  punishment  method  that  is  not  working  (  grounded?  phew,  she'll  run  away  anyway.  taking  her  phone  away?  she  doesn't  use  it.  forbidding  her  from  visiting  friends?  like  she  has  any!  ).  a  mess  since  her  mother  died  &&.  even  worse  one  since  her  brother  moved  out  to  college.  lies  upon  lies  upon  lies.

      ❝  y'know,  i  don't  know  what  i  wanna  do.  for  sure  i  don't  wanna  go  back  to  school  tomorrow.  ❞  the  kids  are  laughing  at  me  again.  why  am  i  so  different?

      ❝  azor's  been  looking  at  you  weird.  ❞

      of  course,  that  damn  dog  —  picking  up  the  faintest  scent  of  amélie  of  which  michalina's  unaware.  apparently,  the  good  boy  keeps  the  secret  still,  not  exposing  leon's  romantic  endeavours.  but  that's  also  another  betrayal.  if  michalina  only  knew,  her  heart  would  be  broken  ;  her  best  friend  —  a  liar  siding  with  another  liar.

      there's  no  good  way  of  approaching  this  at  all.

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028.   an empty playground with squeaky swings 

Gibberish excuses he can save for others,  he shouldn’t be throwing them at Michasia to save the remnants of his honour.  He has been working.  A lot.  Too much.  Whenever he has been off,  his schedule would stay filled all the way up to the brim,  anyway.  They barely got to speak lately.  Those past few weeks were spent exchanging rare hellos and even rarer how are yous.  Leon comes home to her hanging out on the couch with Azor,  rumbles something to himself and either holes up in his bedroom or changes his shirt for a fresh one and off he goes to see Amélie  (  if only she knew,  she herself would smack him upside the head  ).

Scratching beneath the surface of the girl’s mind he avoids doing so,  but it doesn’t take draining deduction to come to the heart-wrenching conclusion that he’s breaking his promises.  In such moments,  when there’s only silence,  he starts fearing he doesn’t know how to talk with her.  As their respective swings creak and squawk,  the investigator’s sorrowed eyes fixate on the puddle at his feet.

“  How’s school?  ”  Bravo.  What a conversation starter.  The latest conference he went to should be telling enough  —  she probably isn’t too thrilled to discuss it.  Before she speaks up,  he feigns a cough and hurries to redeem himself,  “  We don’t have to talk about that.  Actually,  we don’t have to talk about anything.  ”  Heels dig into the damp sand,  Kennedy still can’t quite muster up the courage to look at Michalina without risking guilt devouring him whole on the spot.  “  Do you want to go grab ice cream?  Uhm—  We can do what you want.  ”

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@buriedabove      ° • * ⁀ ➷ ˎˊ˗

“  There’s,  uh…  ”  Gosh, are his palms sweating?  “  There’s someone I’d like to introduce to you.  Someday.  If you’re okay with that.  ”

     𝐚𝐳𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 (𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞) &&. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐭𝐯 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧, but with the dimmed lights and the smell of food (takeout ; michalina can't cook for shit) &&. the young girl sprawled on the couch creates the illusion of getting back home.

     to the rebellious yet loving daughter (or younger sister, doesn't matter), the loyal guard in the shape of a dog and a wife, alas, with the last piece missing. for how long?

     michalina hopes for eternity. she misses her mother mom dearly ; misses the affection a motherly figure could give her (and vice versa) — but to accept someone as one? betrayal. and most importantly, abandonment incarnate. would leon still want to hang out with her whilst having a serious girlfriend? would dad still love her whilst dating someone?

     in the bright head of hers the answer is no.

     but how would she know if leon's serious this time? she's met countless of women &&. men before, none of whom she liked (and in most cases, the feeling was mutual). there's been a break, it seems, in leon's love life. or not really, as she realized just now. liar.

     he gives it away in the way he speaks. it's not his usual &&. casual wanna meet x? leon's words are laced with uncertainty. the girl tenses, azor stops his mlems over the snacks and both of their gazes are redirected from the cartoon to the detective. michalina's brows furrow and what she puts on is an act — of boredom, exhaustion of the subject ; of rolling eyes and heavy sighs.

     "another one?" she spits out, voice trembling just a little bit ; enough for a seasoned crime - solver to notice, but she still hopes he didn't ; hopes he's been to a pub before he came back, had a beer or two ; loosened up enough not to pick up her tells. "ugh, sure, i guess. someday."

     a shrug follows her words, one that's combined with a nudge for azor to sniff leon ; the dog goes on his quest, already knowing leon's not drunk and, in addition, smelling of familiar perfume. about that, the animal companion was quiet since he first smelled that a while ago, wishing not to upset michasia ; another form of betrayal to which he'll never admit. both his &&. leon's secret.

     it's the silent judgement of the dog's eyes that speaks volumes — don't you dare hurt her nor give her hope — but there's also the lazy wag of his tail and a friendly hop, front paws resting against the man's thigh, head awaiting pats &&. pets. he tells michasia there was no alcohol involved, which makes the girl turn off the tv with something bordering on aggression.

     "gotta go. told pops i'll be back for the night."

     that's a lie, but everything's better than being here with her guardian, parental or brotherly figure or whatever &&. whoever the fuck leon actually is. it's easier to digest the thoughts by herself — but leon already knows it's what occupies her head that consumes the girl — &&. it's pretty late, too late for her to wander through the streets. obviously she said she'll stay the night and her father agreed, by now very much in touch with leon — still unsure how to navigate the situation, but at least knowing michalina's safe. for what he can do now, which is very little, that's more than enough.

     the girl's feet shuffle against wooden floor and she picks up her backpack, getting ready to head out. 

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@dreamwove      ° • * ⁀ ➷ ˎˊ˗

"it was as if i could hear you calling for me."

      ❝  𝐢  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤  𝐢  𝐰𝐚𝐬,  ❞ 𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫  𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬,  𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐚  𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝  𝐮𝐩  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝  𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫.  after  aedriel's  passing,  sleeping  was  hard  —  everything  was  hard  until  she  finally  met  the  𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎  𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅.

      michalina’s  mother  is  buried  nearby  —  and  it  seems  like  all  fey  &&.  nature  around  decided  to  manifest  its  presence  and  help  the  girl  get  back  on  her  feet.  𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀  𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺  𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿  𝘀𝗵𝗲  𝗴𝗼𝗲𝘀,  even  if  they  shouldn’t  —  there  are  𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐬  𝐨𝐟  𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲  𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭  in  all  places  she  visits.

      and  𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒚𝒔.

      every  night,  visiting  —  both  in  sleep  &&.  in  person  ;  michalina’s  very  private  sanctuary.

      ❝  vex’sien  said  i  sometimes  screamed  at  night,  when  i  had  nightmares.  tho'  it’s  hard  to  believe  him,  he  lies  a  lot.  ❞

      with  a  quiet  hum,  the  leaf  held  in  calloused  hands  is  crumpled  to  pieces,  brown  dust  wiped  onto  worn - out  fabric  of  her  pants.  soon  there  will  be  snow  ;  the  nature  asleep.

      ❝  will  you  still  visit  me  in  winter?  ❞  peridot  finally  meets  blues  &&.  greens  &&.  lilacs,  pleading.  ❝  i  don’t  wanna  be  alone.  ❞

[primalcompanion]

@buriedabove      ° • * ⁀ ➷ ˎˊ˗

      𝐚  𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲  𝐥𝐚𝐲  𝐚𝐭  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭  ;  𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧  𝐢𝐬  𝐧𝐨𝐰  𝐛𝐮𝐭  𝐚  𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬𝐞.  michalina  regrets  the  mcdonald's  she  had  for  lunch  as  what  she's  eaten  threatens  to  escape  through  her  lips  ;  she  swallows  the  bitter  taste  and  tries  to  take  a  breath.  she  killed  a  man.  she   killed   a   man.  she    killed    a    man.

      leon's  hand  makes  it  easier  —  taking  the  weight  of  the  weapon  from  her  ossified  hand  flicks  a  switch  and  something  unlocks,  letting  the  air  into  the  girl's  lungs,  the  threat  of  fainting  averted  (though  her  head's  still  dizzy).  she's  not  alone  in  this,  not  anymore,  and—

      there  it  is,  another  shot  piercing  through  the  air  ;  it  deafens  her  for  a  second.  she  cannot  turn  her  head  away,  she  cannot  close  her  eyes  —  sees  as  the  bag  of  flesh  no  longer  a  living  being  twitches  when  another  bullet  pierces  its  head.  𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌  𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽  𝗈𝗇  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋,  crimson  reaching  the  tips  of  her  worn - out  sneakers  &&.  she  still  can't  take  a  step  back,  not  even  with  leon's  support.

      michalina  feels  the  urgent  need  to  explain  what  happened,  can't  even  part  her  lips.  but,  behind  all  this  horrid  combination  of  emotions,  there's  one  that  doesn't  fit  the  rest      ⸻      relief.  whoever  aimed  the  gun  at  her  first  wished  she  was  leon,  shot  where  leon's  head  should  be,  not  expecting  a  teen  with  a  paper  bag  full  of  fries  &&.  burgers  (now  on  the  ground,  inedible  &&.  soaked  in  blood).

      independent  as  always,  michalina  does  not  seek  compassion  nor  sympathy,  but  upon  hearing  her  name  (how  soft  it  sounds  when  leon  says  it)  her  pale  face  turns  towards  the  detective.  her  𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐭  eyes  look  at  him  like  they  see  him  for  the  first  time.  encouraged  by  his  gentle  pull,  she  takes  the  step  closer.

      &&.  one  more  thing  is  wiped  from  her  perception,  a  psychological  mechanism  of  shielding  her  from  an  even  worse  situation  —  just  like  leon's  silhouette.  slammed  to  the  side  of  leon's  desk,  there's  azor.  azor  with  his  maw  red,  dark  threads  of  the  dead  man's  clothes  between  his  teeth  (and  flesh,  there's  also  flesh  and  blood  and  oh  god  a  bullet  wound

@primalcompanion TO CONDOR ONE.

" i killed him. i killed him. "

Moments come,  those you are never prepared for.  There are no textbooks,  no wise words from elders.  Just you against that moment.  The first sour disappointment a whole bag of hard candy couldn’t suppress,  the first time you shoved the prom sign down the trash can,  the first time you killed.  When you get older,  you want to break the cycle of the unknown leering from behind the corner and shield the oblivious.  But they didn’t write it down in all the books you read either.  Is this how a parent feels when they gain another perception to place themselves in their child’s shoes and watch themselves from afar?

Sometimes it gets too late for I could’ve done better.

Leon failed her.

“  Hey,  come on.  ”

A body on the ground.  Oh,  how he wishes it was writhing like a rattlesnake provoked to show any sign of life still roaming deep within.  His hand rests upon Michalina’s wrists,  carefully and slowly moving down to meet the hot steel in her quivering grip.  Not leaving her distraught eyes for a split second,  he disarms her and the gun makes itself cosy in his palm instead.

“  You didn’t kill him,  ”  Kennedy shakes his head like he truly means it.  Arm outstretched towards the bastard going cold;  again,  the shot  &  the smoke.  Gentle hold on her shoulder,  his thumb drawing circular patterns.  He pulls her a little closer,  offering a comforting hug while attempting to turn her attention away from the pool of thickening and darkening blood.  “  You didn’t kill him,  Michasia.  That’s all on me.  ”

[primalcompanion]

@lychnis      ° • * ⁀ ➷ ˎˊ˗

for  this  small  starter  call.

❝  once  we  were  not  afraid  of  the  night...  ❞

[primalcompanion]

love  as  a  choice      ° • * ⁀ ➷ ˎˊ˗

what  form  of  love  do  you  embody?

[  𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞  𝐢𝐬  𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥  𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞  𝐢𝐭'𝐬  𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭  𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲  ]      when  casey  mcquinston  wrote  that's  the  choice.  i  love  him,  with  all  that,  because  of  all  that,  on  purpose.  i  love  him  on  purpose      &&.      when  jenny  slate  tweeted  i  just  want  someone  to  grab  my  little  face  and  scream  on  purpose,  on  purpose  i  am  going  to  care  about  you      ​​​​​​​&&.      when  jodi  picoult  wrote  after  fifteen  years,  love  isn't  just  a  feeling.  it's  a  choice      ​​​​​​​&&.      when  the  good  place  said  if  soulmates  do  exist,  they're not  found  they're  made.

tagged  by:  @dreamwove  (thank  you!!) tagging: @buriedabove, @withinchains (morgana, kayn &&. @lychnis!), @kinkcu (chef's choice mwah), @crimesought &&. anyone who would want to do it also! &&. you!

[primalcompanion]

@buriedabove      ° • * ⁀ ➷ ˎˊ˗

      𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐲  𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞  𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚  𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥  𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲,  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬  𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝  &&.  𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭,  𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲  𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞  𝐭𝐨  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.  elf  ranger  shifts  her  body  weight  from  one  leg  to  another,  breaking  eye  contact  —  looking  away  but  never  leaving  the  witcher's  𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌  out  of  sight.

      it's  the  tone  he  speaks  with  ;  harsh  &&.  unpleasant.  a  typical  adult's  reaction  to  a  child's  lack  of  knowledge.  the  bond  formed  makes  michalina  feel  ashamed  by  asking      ⸻      she  knows  she  shouldn't  be.  her  further  approach  is  cautious,  careful  —  what  would  stop  leon  from  taking  both  her  life  &&.  coin?

      ❝  are  we  in  that  much  money  trouble?  ❞  she  dares  ask  ;  we  —  she  says  —  like  it's  a  fifty - fifty  effort  in  getting  rid  of  monstrosities  ;  like  she  does  more  than  assisting.  ❝  'cause,  ❞  she  takes  a  deep  breath,  ❝  i  don't  wanna  take  from  the  dead.  ❞  but  i  want  to  stick  around.

Making ends meet however possible,  not always through the proudest solutions and means.  Rarely is there a time when he would leave a cadaver unattended.  Some could say it falls under the category of disrespecting the dead,  but he reckons that if they are no longer here,  all that cash in their pocket is no use.  This time around,  too.  The body going cold on the ground;  hands rummaging in the pockets until they chance upon a tightly tied satchel.

Leon leaves the other belongings untouched,  even the locket he could sell back in town for a pretty penny.  Although he senses the paws padding and Michalina’s steps matching their rhythm,  he doesn’t try to make himself look innocent.  In his eyes,  the witcher is innocent.  Son of a bitch had it coming  &  he is merely claiming the lucrative pay for the trouble.  Getting up,  crimson soaks into dark trousers when he dusts off the knees.

“  What do you mean?  ”  He bites back the somewhat amused scoff and dumps the gold into his own leather pouch.  Fucker gave up the ghost,  and for a good reason—  What’s the point in measuring the ethics of it all?  Finally turning to face the girl,  tone gruff,  more than ever,  “  Never robbed a corpse before?  Get used to it then if you want to stick around.  ”

[primalcompanion]

@dreamwove      ° • * ⁀ ➷ ˎˊ˗

      ❝  𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤  𝐧𝐨!  ❞

      𝐢𝐭  𝐢𝐬  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝  𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭  &&.  𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧,  words  spat  out  an  instant  'pon  hearing  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒇𝒆𝒚'𝒔  question.  grimace  appears  on  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒇𝒆𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕'𝒔  face  ⸻  evident  disgust  mixed  with  something  else.  anxiety?

      ❝  i  don't  care  if  he  ate  a  flower,  ❞  michalina  pouts  ;  azor  tilts  his  head  to  the  side,  perhaps  —  unlike  his  caretaker  —  aware  of  the  metaphor  in  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌'𝐒  speech.  ❝  pops  doesn't  deserve  to  be  listened  to,  nuh  uh.  ❞

      arms  crossed  on  her  chest,  half - elf  frowns  ;  rethinks  what  she  said  &&.  scoots  closer,  sulking.  ❝  hyacinth's  aren't  poisonous...  right?  ❞

❛ hyacinth stains the tongue, stuck in their throat: they want to say they're sorry. they don't know if it's ｅｎｏｕｇｈ ... ❜ stems woven as easily as she uncovers 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡: a heart lain ʙᴀʀᴇ before the girl. a pause. the dream looks up at @primalcompanion

❛ will you talk to them? ❜

[primalcompanion]

"YOU CAME BACK FOR ME!" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

[name]? what are you doing here?

nothing could ever take me away from you.

i thought you said you would never return.

i fought to find you again.

what made you change your mind?

it was a mistake to leave your side.

you came back for me. i knew you would.

i can't believe you're here, right in front of me.

[name], in the flesh. i never thought i'd see the day.

i was hoping you'd hear my call.

i never should have left you in the first place.

what took you so long?

i had a feeling you couldn't stay away.

promise me you'll never leave again.

[name]? it can't be.

you shouldn't have to deal with this mess on your own.

i'm real. touch my hands. i'm right here.

you're not dreaming. i came back.

come a little closer. let me see you.

am i dreaming? pinch me.

i should have known you'd end up in some trouble.

it is you! you came back!

i waited and hoped and prayed you'd return.

they told me you'd never come back here.

you showed up just in the nick of time.

i thought you'd never show up!

you actually came back for me.

so you do care after all.

let me get a good look at you.

we've gotta stop meeting like this.

something told me i should go back there and find you.

i'm sorry i keep touching you, i just can't believe you're really here.

this is a dream. you're not real.

i thought you were dead. i saw you die.

how did you know i was in danger?

you're the problem! i just can't stay away!

there's always been something about you that pulls me right back here every time.

i just couldn't get you off my mind.

it was as if i could hear you calling for me.

you visited me in my dreams every night, and that's how i knew.

leaving you was a terrible mistake.

i don't believe it. [name]? really?

will you ever forgive me for leaving you?

you shouldn't have to fight this alone.

i told you not to come back for me.

you're wasting your time coming here to find me.

did you just throw yourself into danger to get me to save you?

now i'm being tortured with visions pretending you're back.

what are you doing here? this is some cruel joke.

[primalcompanion]

PROMPTS FOR THE GRUMPY VS SUNSHINE TROPE *  assorted dialogue for that great dynamic between a guarded character and a warmer character, adjust as necessary

GRUMPY CHARACTER

do you ever stop smiling?

life sucks. get over it.

no one ever listens to me. at least, not until you showed up.

i didn't ask for your opinion.

there are more important things i should be dealing with.

i don't talk about my feelings with anyone.

that was a little uncalled for.

i didn't mean to talk your ear off.

i work better on my own.

what did you say to them to get them to listen?

i don't want to talk to you. in fact, i don't want to talk to anyone.

can you just leave me alone?

i never said i would help you.

you can't just talk your way out of problems.

everything was fine until you showed up.

now if you'll excuse me, i have better things to do.

what's so great about this place, anyway?

my opinion doesn't matter anyway.

i don't have time for "fun."

i just want to get this done and go home.

that's never been up to me to decide.

do you stick your head into everyone's business, or just mine?

if it's all the same to you, i'd prefer to be alone.

no one asked you to get involved.

i don't have a choice. it's my duty.

you're interrupting me again.

can we talk about this another time?

you've been listening to me talk for an hour now.

how do you stay so positive all the time?

i'm perfectly content just the way i am, thank you very much.

can't you see they're taking advantage of you?

SUNSHINE CHARACTER

i wish you would just listen to what i have to say.

i have to try and stay positive. it's the only way we get through this.

nothing good can come from constant negativity.

i believe in myself because no one else will.

i've seen what happens when the bad outweighs the good.

we just have to stay strong.

you never know what someone is going through.

i am capable of more than you give me credit for.

i don't think you're a bad person.

there's so much more to life than this.

you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.

have you tried being nice to them?

a compliment goes a long way.

i choose to be kind.

i just don't see the point in staying silent.

i'm just trying to look out for you.

there's no need to be rude.

we could work together as a team. did you ever think about that?

if you need my help, i'm here for you.

you should smile more often.

i wish you would just be yourself.

for what it's worth, i like who you are now.

we don't have to fight all the time.

being soft is not a weakness.

i want to make this work between us.

despite all that, i'm still here for you.

if you ever want to talk, i'm here to listen.

you're not as bad as you make yourself seem.

i've never seen you that way.

i've come to care about you.

[primalcompanion]

@buriedabove      ° • * ⁀ ➷ ˎˊ˗

card of vultures.     sender is caught looting a dead body by the receiver.

      𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧  𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞  𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥  𝐨𝐟  𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬  𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫  &&.  𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬  𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲  𝐨𝐡  𝐬𝐨  𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲  𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭  &&.  𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞  𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡  𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲.  a  pained  wheeze,  two,  three ;  guard  dog's  ever  watchful  gaze  monitoring  the beat  of  a  heart  not  made  for  killing.

      as  instructed,  heavy  body  rests  away  from  bloodshed  unprevented;  fire  in  peridot  put  out  with  the  first  man  fallen.  it  is  been  a  moment  from  the  first  time,  yet  the  nausea  remains.  michalina  wonders  if  it'll  ever  go  away ;  if  she'll  ever  become  accustomed  to  taking  life.

      knowledge  of  not  being  at  fault  does  not  ease  restless  mind  &&.  it  feels  like  only  spitting  her  guts  could  soothe  nerves  and  pain  in  her  stomach ;  𝒇𝒆𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕'𝒔  steps  are  quiet  against  the  cobblestone  ground  and  soon  come  to  a  halt.  if  not  for  the  gasp  not  in  time  stifled,  michalina  would  leave  undiscovered⸻      it  is  perhaps  safer  to  discuss  what  she's  witnessed  than  let  it  rot  in  her  chest  until  she  can  no  longer  look  the witcher in the  eye.

      ❝  leon—  ❞  the  half - elf  stutters,  shock  of what  she's  just  stumbled  'pon overtaking.  her  companion  on  his  knees  with  hands  bloodied,  fingers  untangling  a  pouch's  string  —  𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝗼𝗳  𝗰𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘀  betraying  the  contents  within.  ❝  what  the  fuck?  ❞

[primalcompanion]

° • * ⁀ ➷ ˎˊ˗      @buriedabove

#problem solving 101 with Frank Castle

THE PUNISHER (2017-2019) - 2.09 • “Flustercluck”

[primalcompanion]

@withinchains      ° • * ⁀ ➷ ˎˊ˗

      𝐚  𝐜𝐫𝐲  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩  𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝,  𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚'𝐬  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭  𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐬  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡  𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝.  𝐢𝐧  𝐚  𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡,  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐬  𝐚  𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥  𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞,  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬  𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞  —  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬  𝐨𝐟  𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭  𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠.  what  seems  like  hours  for  a  worried  mind  is  but  tens  of  branches  below  the  ranger's  feet  and  though  the  steps  are  careless,  its  the  safety  of  a  blue  jay  nestling  that  matters.

      tiny  creature's  wound  is  no  match  for  a  little  bit  of  magic,  nature  happily bending  to  michalina's  will  ;  delicate  touch  atop  its  injury  soothing  pain  and  fixing  what's  broken.  disregarding  wood  dangerously  creaking  underneath  her  boots,  michalina  takes  few  extra  moments  to  speak  with  the  animal.

      ❝  what  happened?  ❞  she  asks,  her  companion  already  on  the  lookout,  for  no  danger  will  slip  past  primal  beast's  senses.  ❝  where's  your—  fuck—  !  ❞

      late  to  grab  the  nearest  of  branches,  without  support  from  below,  the  ground  welcomes  michalina  harshly      ⸻     with  a  hard  hit  that  knocks  the  air  of  her  lungs  &&.  the  light  of  her  eyes.  worried  azor  and  a  mother  of  the  blue  jay  species  guard  unconscious  girl  till  she  wakes  up  —  it  is  only  when  she's  called  by  a  voice  unknown.

      the  beast  of  the  land  bares  its  teeth  letting  out  a  warning  growl  ;  an  angry  bird's  squeak  is  heard  from  above.  peridot  eyes  open,  vision  blurry  —  but  before  the  half - elven  child  answers  morgana,  there  are  other  matters  of  her  concern.

      ❝  crows...  ❞  she  grunts,  ❝  are  there  any...  crows..  ?  ❞

@primalcompanion ♡ for a starter from Morgana ~

         the   tepid   air   left   little   to   be   desired   as   bare   feet   drew   the   once   aspect   host   across   the   dew   covered   plains   ,   the   draw   of   cloak   and   dress   alike   bringing   forth   rustling   sounds   with   each   step.   wings   were   tucked   ever   so  closely    to   her   body   ,   hidden   away   by   the   fur   lined   cloak   she   always   was   adorned   in   ,   the   half   mask   she   bore   keeping   herself   ever   the   more  hidden    of   who   or   what   she   may   be.   and   yet   ,   there   is   little  hesitation    to   be   presented   as   she   had   happened   upon   the   other   ,   for   asleep   or   fallen   to   the   whims   of   the   world   around   them   ,  Morgana    was   not   one   to   falter   in   her   need   to  help.

                    ❛   dare   i   ask   if   you   are   alive?   ❜         tone   is   casual   if   not   teetering   on   a   softer   side   ,   soon   to   kneel   beside   to   lady   with   a  curious    gaze.