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✧  001. ┇ @atlasinked /  first thread.  ✧ ➺ 11:23AM outside coffee shop

she had always adored the woman who stood in front of her. everything about ingrid was something khleo found enchanting. art literally dripped from the fingertips of the young woman. “ hey, you’re coming to the party friday night, right? “ she notes while the question lingers in the air. she had felt a boost in her energy lately which required little sleep and plenty of free time to prepare before work. 

“ i was also think’n we should join one of those active classes or something. before the miserable weather kicks in. “ her attention was too sharp - she could feel her eyes focus so severely into the other. she thinks for the moment as to what could possibly have changed to make her feel this way. she ignores the thought and innocently sips her coffee cup. 

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✧  001. ┇ @weyrwarrior /  first thread.  ✧ ➺ 11:23PM camille’s home

CAMILLE ———— a diamond in the rough.  so often khleo found her eyes drawn to what seemed like never-ending perfection to the woman who stood in front of her. The coffee sat still in steam in the hot mug: her fingers began to burn as she placed the cup perfectly centered in the table. “thanks for letting me come over again  — he was having a fit again.” the man she spoke of was her estranged uncle. Far too many times she trusted that he would change his ways only he never would. Her friend was the unfortunate one to know of such events.

holding the blanket closer to her frame she manages to peak a smile. “Thankfully work let me off today. Hopefully, I don’t get it tomorrow.” Her eyes wander for a moment before taking look at the room they sat in. “I reckon work is doing well?” she asks while an eyebrow raises: the fear that she wasn’t good enough of a friend to check in often. “I promise i’ll just be here for another night until he cools off.”

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T. S. Eliot, ‘Rhapsody on a Windy Night’

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“Soft and passionate, dark and sweet.”

— A. C. Swinburne, from Poems & Ballads; “The Swimmer’s Dream,” c. 1890

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‘ yo, drink this vodka down the hatch c’mon ’

“ ingrid,  you’re insane. “ she notes as a giggle leaves her lips. the music is blaring and she can feel her ears throb. “I’ll drink mine when you drink yours” she notes as she tucks a brunette lock behind her ear. she admired the confidence in the other and much more - she lifts the small glass up before taking a swig. her face cringes as she slams the glass down. “Did I mention I hate you?” 

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                how many centuries deep is your wound? ft. @deathstrcnds

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01. town square / running into each other

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‘  when will you learn? when will you learn that your actionS HAVE CONSEQUENCES!  ’ ‘  can i get a waffle??? can i PLEASE get a waffle!!!  ’ ‘  go suck a dick, suck a dick suck a motherfucking dick  ’ ‘  you better stop! biTCH STOP  ’ ‘  do you ever like wake up and do something and you’re just like what the hec– fuck is goin on  ’ ‘  what’s good, brah you don’t know me! you don’t– WHAT IS GOOD! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW ME! ’ ‘  it’s summer i got my hat on backwards and it’s time to fucking party  ’ ‘  anyone ever tell you you look like beyonce?  ’ ‘  I LOVE YOU, BITCH. I AIN’T EVER GONNA STOP LOVING YOU BITCH  ’ ‘  BITCH I HOPE THE FUCK YOU DO YOU’LL BE A DEAD SON OF A BITCH, I TELL YOU THAT  ’ ‘  and they were roommates!  ’ ‘  oh my god, they were roommates  ’ ‘  oh my god, i love chipotle chipotle is my liiiiife   ’ ‘  this bitch empty YEET!!!!  ’ ‘  WHERE ARE THOOOOOSE  ’ ‘  THEY ARE MY CROCS  ’ ‘  bitch disgusting  ’ ‘  yeaaah. yeAAAAAH.  ’ ‘  so no head?  ’ ‘  THIS IS WHY MOM DOESN’T FUCKING LOVE YOU!  ’ ‘  i’ll kill you. i’ll kill you. i’m not even worried about it.  ’ ‘  ahh, fuck. i can’t believe you’ve done this  ’ ‘  aHH STOP! i could’ve dropped my croissant!  ’ ‘  what’s up me and my boys are going to see uncle kracker  ’ ‘  give me my hat back, jordan!  ’ ‘  do you wanna go see uncle kracker or no!?  ’ ‘  i sneezed! oh, i’m not allowed to sneeze?!  ’ ‘  look at all those chickens  ’ ‘  i smell like beef  ’ ‘  i gotta go home cause i forgot to… vacuum my room  ’ ‘  actually, megan, i can’t sit anywhere. i have hemorrhoids.  ’ ‘  is there anything better than pussy? yes! a really good book  ’ ‘  mom, i’m peein on myself  ’ ‘  sorry, i’m on the toilet. i hope the ice cream don’t melt, bitch  ’ ‘  honestly i don’t remember, i was probably fucked up. yeah, i was crazy back then  ’ ‘  I WON’T HESITATE, BITCH!  ’ ‘  just shut up and die slowly, okay?  ’ ‘  two bros chillin in a hot tub five feet apart cause they’re not gay!  ’ ‘  mother trucker, dude! that hurt like a butt cheek on a stick!  ’ ‘  i said WHOEVER THREW THAT PAPER, YOUR MOMS A HO  ’ ‘  you remember one time i liked you? GOOD! cause it never happened  ’ ‘  if your name is junior and you’re really handsome, come on raise your hand  ’ ‘  i’M WASHIN ME AND MY CLOTHES, BITCH! I’M WASHING ME AND MY CLOTHES  ’ ‘  waddup i’m jared, i’m nineteen, and i never fucking learned how to read  ’ ‘  whAT THE FUCK IS UP, KYLE? NO WHAT’D YOU SAY? WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE! STEP THE FUCK UP KYLE  ’ ‘  oh my god why can’t you just take the fricken compliMENT  ’ ‘  is that a wEED? i’m callin the police!!!  ’ ‘  yo, drink this vodka down the hatch c’mon  ’ ‘  it is wednesday, my dudes. aaaaAAAAAAH  ’ ‘  there is only one thing worst than a rapist… a child!  ’ ‘  get to del taco, they got a new thing called fre shavocado  ’ ‘  *to the tune of ghostbusters* i’m an adult virgin  ’ ‘  hi my name is tre, i have a basketball game tomorrooooow  ’ ‘  babeyou’reafuckingbitchiwantyoutogetthefuckoutofmycarcauseiwannabreakupwithyou i fucking hate you   ’ ‘  todays forecast we can clearly see that somebody got me fucked up. FUCKED. UP.  ’ ‘  whAT’S UP FUCKERS  ’ ‘  FUCK YOU, THAT’S WHY  ’ ‘  he needs some milk!  ’ ‘  you are my dad. YOU’RE MY DAD! boogie woogie woogie  ’ ‘  yEAH NO SHIT, HONEY  ’ ‘  oooooh my boy going to prom. fuck it up! fuck it up! fuck it up!  ’ ‘  hey, how you doin? i’m doing just fine. i lied. i’m dying inside  ’ ‘  honey, you got a big storm comin  ’ ‘  i wanna fucking DIE  ’ ‘  road work ahead? uh yeah i sure hope it does  ’ ‘  the yo-yo master did not answer, he just kept on yo-ing  ’ ‘  welcome back to me screaming  ’ ‘  you know sometimes i think to myself what are you waiting for you dumb stupid fuuuuuuck!  ’ ‘  do you ever shut the fuck up?  ’

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✧  001. ┇ @elektravandela​​ /  first thread.  ✧ ➺  1:24PM lobby of the museum. 

something was so majestic about her white hair - the long locks that were rarely seen these days. Something captured the attention of Khleo when it came to this young woman. She gently places the papers at the front desk away while hearing the very echoes of the many rooms. Khleo gently tucks a brunette lock behind her ear as she makes her way over to the guest. How was she to strike up a conversation? 

everything in her body: even the tension in her head knew relief would come once a word was exchanged with the stranger. gently walking up to the fair skinned blonde her eyes dart to the ancient objects behind the glass. “ i suppose you would think they would of perished by now. it’s a wonder how these seem to keep such a beautiful, yet delicate form.” 

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✧  001. ┇ @reganchristensen​ /  first thread.  ✧ ➺  11:45 PM drive back from house party

she never really knew what to say to her cousin. she was glad Regan ( to some extent ) found the innocence in everything. Khleo had managed to borrow one of the cars since her uncles trip out of town. This, however, was not the father of Regan as he was the other brother - one that Khleo despised entirely. With her hands resting on the wheel they begin a long drive back. She was responsible and wanted her cousin to have the best start to adulthood. 

brown eyes peek to the figure beside her as she allows a small smile to rise to her face. “that party wasn’t so bad. it could be worse - they could of started tipping the cows over.” she notes as a soft giggle leaves her lips. she rolls the window down to let the fall air chase out what was the rest of summer. “Hey, you think that you’d want to go on a road trip one day? forget about this shit hole?” 

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✧  STRANGER. ┇

he will still never quite be used to the sensation of driving; he yearns for the age of horse and saddle, for the beast that is machine feels impersonal and dangerous - though he has never truly had cause to think of danger. perhaps it is an antiquated mindset to adopt; his kind has always been forced to adapt to the changing times, but godric appreciates history far more than the present, and much more so than the future. the roar of a motor is thrilling to some, but to the ancient ears that inhabit the metal frame it feels as if the wheels of progress grind upon him without ceasing.

does this make him an old man? the age of his youth has far-passed, and yet it has taken him until this millennia to feel the creak of the years upon him. he never changes, never ages, never stirs - and yet the ticking of the clock is a boom between his ears that he cannot ignore. has he overstayed his welcome?

he wonders what might become of him, should he take a turn a moment too haphazardly and fly into the wood, groaning mechanical beast and all. of course, he knows what would become of him, of his damnable metal steed; there is no ending the march of time, it seems, no matter how little left there is to find here on earth.

and still, humans never cease to baffle him. even through the dull exhaustion of a long evening of lecturing, he is quick to spot the hunched figure on the side of the road through the pounding of the rain. it is a wonder how the figure hasn’t been hit, for the rain is thick and impermeable, like an iron curtain dropping bullets upon the hood of his car. lips curl, brow furrows - and before he can think better of it, he finds himself pulling the sleek car off the road and onto the shoulder, a respectable distance from the storm-soaked figure.

he rolls down the window, but does not return the girl’s wave, a look of stern skepticism upon his face. “you’re bound to catch cold,” he asserts, speaking of human ailments as if he himself can relate. he cannot see the girl’s face, but a twinge of familiarly protective impulse grips the most archaic parts of his humanity. “and i cannot carry on while a girl of your age -” as if he could see her through the storm, “- wanders blindly on the side of a busy thoroughfare. you’ll soak through before you reach the end of the next block.” and besides, it would be far too easy for a pair of human eyes to miss her as they sped along. it was warm in his car, softly alight with music. he cannot imagine himself to look a threat; his intentions are only good, and he is blunt and transparent as they come. with a click, he unlocks the passenger door, hoping to set his conscience at ease if by merely driving her to the next warm building in town.

the world is not a safe place - and he is the monster least of her worries.

southern hospitality in this town was suffocating only this seemed more genuine than all the other offers she had recieved in her life time. it was a nice car - clearly, it was one of those rich newcomers. 

“are you sure? I don’t want to waste your time.” she was already feeling stuffy - she could feel the soreness in her throat begin as each swallow followed. she managed to take another peek around as her eyes squinted. who was she to get into the car with a stranger? he had a point ( she wouldn’t dare to admit he might have multiple ) for a moment she stands only as soaking hands reach for the car handle as she bends forward into the nice warm seat.

she takes a moment to settle into the passenger seat - had she got in too fast? probably. she was crazy for not thinking of the risks she was taking. she allows the negative thoughts to slip from her mind .

Khleo manages a smile to herself as she couldn’t help enjoy the heat hit her face. Removing her hood she manages to peek over at the stanger while closing the door. for a moment she’s captured in his sight. her heart grew warm for a moment - maybe her intuition was telling her to trust him. she couldn’t help but glue her eyes on him. if she had seen him from before it was probably around town. it was a mystery stuck at the end of her tongue. 

“Thanks a lot. I promise it’s not too far up the road.” she notes as she feels an awkward tension follow. “I’m Khleo.” she says softly while a smile grows on her lips.  “you new around here?”

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                     “  I  AM  NOT  A  GIRL,  I  AM  A  STORM  WITH  SKIN.  “

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✧  001. ┇ @deathstrcnds /  first thread.  ✧ ➺  7:15 PM dirt road 

OH, SHE HATES HIM  ——— how did she end up being related to such a lunatic. she can feel her heart beat out of her chest as she watches the clock laid up against the torn wallpaper. her grandfather had gone to sleep and thankfully was the witness to her arrival. he loved him dearly only the abuse wasn’t worth sticking around. She would get to Camille’s house by nine if she was stealthy enough. 

she hears the tires against the dirty track as she knew her uncle had arrived. she quickly grabs her bag while kneeling down behind the counter - she knew she had to leave from the back as he arrived. it would confirm she knew his whereabouts. she stands there allowing her breaths to fade: come on, girl. you’ve done this all before. 

as soon as the squeak of the door in the front room opens she begins to open the back door. Slowly letting it close as she avoids being seen and from there she runs on soft feet. Her eyes dart to the forest as she doesn’t dare to look behind her. she is greeted by forestry and familiar smell: it was home away from a broken one. 

she can feel the bark as it prepares for the rain: the tree’s were waiting for a downfall and it was all worth it to get away for the weekend. Making her way down the trail she begins to walk as loud breaths escape her chest. looking around almost as if he was to appear she knew she was safe. making her way onto the dirt road she can feel a droplet rest against her forehead.

she slips her hood up over dark locks and prepares for the long walk. thankfully the road wasn’t entirely deserted. placing her headphones on after scouting the area she would find herself enjoying the soft rain. it was beautiful ; it was free. nothing could hurt a drop of water. her eyes move to the side when she witnesses a foreign car pull up. 

taking a head phone out she manages to turn to the car before lifting up her hood. seeing the window down and peeking through the now heavy rain she manages a wave. 

“hey, im okay. it’s not that bad out here.” hopefully she wasn’t assuming a kind gesture as the stranger could of been asking for directions. 

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