#dewyriley

[weathrs]

        gale  is  sitting  on  the  edge  of  their  bed,    hot  tears  burning  in  her  eyes  as  his  gentle  voice  flutters  into  her  ears.    god,    he  was  so  patient  with  her.    she  didn't  deserve  it.    all  of  her  suppressed  feelings  were  manifesting  themselves  in  a  verbal  bite  that  would  turn  anyone  else  away  without  a  second  thought.    yet  he  doesn't  budge.   she  sighs,    blue  eyes  lifting  to  meet  the  warm  brown  of  his.    "    i'm  sorry.    "    it's  a  genuine  apology  and  shows  in  the  way  she  intertwines  their  fingers  together  when  she  reaches  for  his hand. a gentle pull acts as her  wordless  way  of  asking  him  to  come  sit  next  to  her.    gale  thought  she'd  have  gotten  used  to  the  aftermath  of  these  attacks  by  now,    but  the  spree  fifteen  years  since  the  original  still managed to  send  her  on  an  emotionally draining  journey she wasn't prepared for.

        "     i  don't  actually  want  you  to  leave  me  alone.    "    there's a soft, watery smile as she  releases  her  legs  from  underneath  the  t-shirt  she'd  snagged  from  dewey's  drawer  and  pulled  over  her  knees.    "    remember  when  you  said  i  bottle  things  up  too  much?    "    a  truth,    and  a  fact  anyone  who  knows  her  even  slightly  has  come  to  realize.    and  dewey,    well,    he  knows  her  better  than  anyone  else  ever  has.    "    i'm  pretty sure  that's  what's  happening  right  now.    "

where  is  all  this  coming  from  ?  @dewyriley

[261garage]

" excuse me, operator! yeah, hi ... my names tatum riley," fingers held up in the air to her ear as if she was on a phone call approaching the eldest riley sibling, " and i'd like to file a report against the department for hiring diaper riley - i mean dewey riley! " smiling and laughing before nudging his shoulder, " i can't believe they hired you of all people but i guess ... congratulations! "

@dewyriley !!

[killedbilly-slashed]

" she's going to be angry that you texted her. " sighing, standing against the suburban on the outskirt of woodsboro. it always took courage to return home, to the place that made her a walking corpse: [ what are just some of the ways you've died because of this fucking town? ] " at least i got a phone call. "

@dewyriley

[vanstabbed]

do you want to die — vanstabbed , a private , selective , indie rp blog for randy meeks from the scream franchise . originally est feb. 22, re est feb. 23. carrd.  — is that the best you got ?

affliated: weathrs, killedbilly, 261garage, requelfame, ladderfame, fortrss, dewyriley, mast7r​

[weathrs]

        with  a  carton  of  pistachio  ice  cream  in  hand,    gale  is  enjoying  the  first  summer  afternoon  on  the  front  porch  of  their  home.    it  seemed  surreal,    unbelievable  even,    that  gale  weathers    (  now  riley,     a  fact  that  makes  her  heart  leap  in  the  best  way  )    had  decided  to  settle  in  the  little  town  of  woodsboro,    california.    but  she  did,    and  as  his  voice  carries  through  the  summer  air,    she's  reminded  just  how  right  that  decision  was.

    "    what?    "    gale  turns,    eyes  squinting  as  the  sun  hits  her  face.    the  warmth  of  the  sun  on  her  bare  arms  accompanied  by  the  warmth  of  his  presence  was  enough  to  keep  the  smile  on  her  face  despite  the  temporary  blindness  by  the  sun's  rays.    "    i  can't,    actually.    "    she  raises  a  hand  to  shield  her  eyes,    fingers  wiggling  in  a  wave  once  she  can  see  him  properly.    "    much  better    -    and  looks  like  three  to  me.    "    a  gentle  laugh  many  would  consider  a  giggle    -    one  that's  reserved  for  him  only    -    fills  the  air  as  she  offers  him  the  carton  and  the  extra  spoon  she  brought  with  her  just  in  case.    "    share?    i  got  your  favorite.    "

" can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ? "  @dewyriley