#redemptioninterlude

[sunxsin]

@redemptioninterlude gets a starter!!

it's only been two weeks, since their big play. things were good-- really good. he was spending a lot more time with rue, and they were finally planning a trip to see her family, planning for an inevitable wedding. ling was so particular about it, but rue was so good about it. it was a picture-perfect life, something that ling didn't expect to have. and soon, they'd be out of this SMALL TOWN, away from his father, and everything that came with it...

... but there was a looming feeling. at first, he thought it was in his head. it came in dreams, ling thought it was just the stress of finals. but it got worse, and worse, so suddenly. it was only YESTERDAY that he and rue were out with friends, causing chaos in the town and laughing. and now he couldn't stop shaking, his chest feeling like he was on fire, sweating through the sheets. almost like-- he was losing himself.

he'd lose time, at first it was morning. then the afternoon. he tried texting rue, but it didn't make sense. HE KNOWS IT. but-- she was close, wasn't she? he'd see her soon, wouldn't he?

[angelsdvsts]

↪ closed for @redemptioninterlude

"i'm not surprised that you've let me down again, just disappointed."

[jcssepinkman]

@redemptioninterlude

"Yo," A hand held up, like he was greeting an old friend, and that's what Jesse saw her as now. Maybe it was stupid of him to get too chummy with his clients, but did he really have a say in the matter? Rue, out of all the people he dealt to, was someone he could at least have a chill conversation with. Too many of the junkies that came to him were too skittish, eyes darting this way and that, unable to play along with the believable meets Jesse thought up.

" I heard they got a new breakfast combo here—" He reached for the menu while gesturing for Rue to take the seat opposite in the booth. "Yeah, it's got, like, sausage, bacon, and cheese, but it's all packed on a croissant. My friend, Badger, says it's the bomb."

Doing deals in fast food places early in the morning was usually his preference. It was way less sus than hanging out like a creep on a street corner and trying to subtly slip someone a teenth. The cops patrolled the streets now, ever since the DEA got wind of Blue Sky hitting the market. It was a pain in the ass, but it only strengthened his argument that making exchanges in Wendy's (or any other low-profile joint) was the way to go.

"Man, my head's freakin' killing me, too. Was partying too hard but just couldn't knock myself out either." Making up stories that seemed legit to anyone listening in one of Jesse's specialities; he was a pro at it now. "I'm glad you were able to meet me at the shit crack of dawn. You still studying hard?"

As long as they could make it look like a real meeting between friends who were doing nothing but eating an early breakfast, then they'd be golden.

[viictorvandort]

@redemptioninterlude - alice.

"Frightfully sorry, Miss! I wasn't quite aware of where I was going..." Another day, another way to make a thorough fool of himself. It seemed it was rather impossible for Victor Van Dort to do anything less.

As per usual, he was clumsy movements and stuttered words as he reached down to help the poor woman he'd so very rudely knocked into in his haste around the corner. Fortunately, his jittery hands seemed to be on his side for once and remained still enough to ease her back into an upright position without another clumsy accident.

"A-Are you injured? I thought I heard a crack—" And how horrifying a thought that was! What could have possibly cracked? Not her head, surely. She was still conscious with wide eyes staring up at him. Perhaps she was concussed? Goodness, he'd made such a mess of the morning and it was yet to tick nine o'clock. Added to that, this was Victor's first real venture into London and it was all going so terribly wrong.

Retracting his hands, he brushed them against his chest just so he could do something to distract himself. Hopefully, this young lady wasn't too upset with him; he would die of mortification right there in the street if she decided she wanted to loudly reprimand him for all to hear.

"I should take you to a doctor to get you checked over..." But now his gaze fell upon a wicker basket that had remained on the ground, fallen from her hands upon impact. Its contents were spilled, apples and various other fresh fruit settled into the grime of the gutter instead of safely tucked inside their cloth. A smashed bottle of what he could assume was milk soiled the ground beneath them, shards of glass threatening to jab at their shoes if they took a single reckless step.

"...And I shall pay for your shopping as well." What a buffoon he was. Victor Van Dolt would have been a far more fitting name for him.

[pointedprongs]

“  shut the fuck up and sit down. you’re bleeding.  ” ( marlene @ james ) - @redemptioninterlude

They were in the middle of war — people were dying, and knowing that people were dying was one of the many reasons why James was fighting so damned hard. Back in school, he was a jerk — he knew he was a jerk, but it was to the same people he was now fighting against. Innocent lives were taken every day, and he constantly felt like a fool and like there was more he could do when he read the list of more muggles and muggle borns who had been attacked. His missions that he was sent out on became more brutal — and more dangerous but he didn’t care. He’d made it out every time without a scratch, with every piece of hair on his head and with maybe a few bruises. He felt invincible.

Until he wasn’t.

The spell had been meant for someone else — and he’d heard it in time to shove the person out of the way. He didn’t fully remember anything that happened after that — but he knew from the red staining his shirt and the pain that shot through his abdomen any time he moved that the spell hadn’t killed him — but Lily just might. Even that didn’t stop him from trying to shove through the pain and check to make sure everyone made it out — that his friends had gotten back. Marlene’s words made his hazel eyes narrow at her, clutching at his stomach as his blood stained his hands. James Potter didn’t lose his temper — and he rarely snapped back at anyone who didn’t deserve it. This was one of those rare moments when he wanted to — when he wanted to tell her to back off and let him do what needed to be done, to check if his friends were safe.

Instead, the man sat back down — hissing as pain shot through his side and looking down at his bloodstained hands. He tipped his head back so his hazel eyes could focus on the woman as much as he could with how dirty the lenses on his glasses had been.

“Can you at least just — tell me who made it back?”

[torturedp0etry]

after   everything   that   had   happened,   jasmine   could   no   longer   stay   at   mnt   misery.   her   home   for   so   many   years,   now   nothing   but   a   painful   reminder.   the   only   thing   good   to   come   out   of   the   tragedy   was   the   baby   boy   currently   nestled   in   her   arms,   sleeping   silently   as   his   mother   watched   the   rolling   sea   in   the   distance.   motherhood   was   the   last   thing   jasmine   had   planned   for   herself,   but   nothing   could   take   it   away   from   her   now.   

    the   ocean   never   called   to   her   before   warren.   however,   she   had   found   herself   captivated   by   the   horizon   since   she   set   foot   on   the   shores   of   flordia.   maybe   one   of   these   days   she   will   get   on   a   boat   and   go   chase   it   to   the   ends   of   the   earth,   but   for   now,   watching,   knowing,   is   enough.   there   is   a   slight   wind   in   the   air   now;   very   much   welcome   considering   how   much   warmer   it   was   here   in   cape   coral   then   back   up   on   her   snowy   mountain   top.   the   sun   is   shining   through   the   windows   of   her   little   beach   house   behind   her,   as   she   is   out   on   her   deck   taking   it   all   in.   

    so   lost   in   it   all   she   forgets   rue   is   beside   her   now,   as   she   has   been   the   past   hour.   she   is   grateful   for   the   other   woman's   friendship,   something   to   make   the   days   seem   least   lonely.   &   though   they   were   on   opposite   coasts   now,   it   still   made   all   the   difference   with   jasmine.    ❝    it   wasn't   the   wrong   choice   was   it    ?   to   just   leave   home   and   chase   a   memory.   ❞   her   eyes   still   on   the   horizon.   

    ❝   i   just   feel   like,   i   lost   him   for   the   second   time.   which   sounds   absolutely   mad,   but...   there's   this   unbearable   ache   when   i   remember   it   all.   ❞      jasmine   looks   down   at   her   son   warren,   still   sleeping   contently   in   the   florida   heat.      ❝   i   truly   don't   know   how   i   would   make   it   through   this   without   him.   ❞   sticking   her   finger   inside   the   baby's   small   fist,   little   warren   clutches   it,   still   remaining   in   slumber.   

@redemptioninterlude gets a semi plotted thing.

[sunxsin]

// @redemptioninterlude // rue gets a starter!

it’s about six in the morning, and ling yao has never been much of an early riser. but this was important, this day. there were still the remnants of late summer, but the nights were slowly getting longer. even amongst the sound of cicadas and birds, the sun was slowly rising in the woods. this camping trip was important, albeit a bit overboard. ling was always like that, always willing to be a little extra. the jeep was shifted into a tent, string lights, and blankets. ling wasn’t a big fan of the true outdoors, and the best part was that’s what rue loved about him. his little quirks, which often would be a thorn on someone’s side, rue welcomed with open arms, like she understood that it was a part of him. dark eyes flickered over towards his left side, seeing rue still fast asleep, on her side. there was a strange feeling in his chest, KIND OF LIKE WHAT IT FELT LIKE THE FIRST TIME THEY KISSED– REALLY KISSED. god, that felt like ages ago, but the feeling never dissipated, and didn't grow weaker due to time. no, that’s exactly the reason why he knew today, out of all days, this had to happen. 

it’s hard to estimate how long he’s been in love with rue bennett, but it far exceeds his time at east highland high. was it when they kissed as kids for the first time, at that park? or was it when he would walk her home, so that she could watch her dead during his treatments? was it when he attended her dad’s funeral, or maybe when they were at that party, in the bathroom, just trying to make sense of what they were? whatever it was, it was longer than a lot of things, LIKE THE SCARS ON HIS BODY or their time being camp counselors. 

it was in the little details, the reasons he was in love with her– the little details that took up the most room in his heart. it was in the way rue always got nervous whenever he would call her beautiful, even now. it was the way she’d laugh at things that originally were not meant to be funny (like the sound his car made when it broke down), but IT WAS CONTAGIOUS. it was the way she reached for him and always finds him in the dark, even when her eyes were closed. 

rue doesn’t know it, but her love SAVED HIS LIFE. 

at first, he’s hesitant to wake her up, thumbing over something in his hand– circular, metallic, rue didn’t like the showy kind of stuff like he did, but this was important. and rue was born around this time, right? he hums, POCKETING THE ITEM IN HIS HANDS before leaning over and brushing his lips along her neck, rubbing at her back to stir her awake. “happy birthday, baby…”

[ghostbloomed]

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜ ( marlene @ amycus ) @redemptioninterlude

MY FATHER. DYING. VOLDEMORT. LOVE. mere thoughts that are triggered by the question at hand but don’t necessarily slip through his lips, the tilt of his head giving an indication that he’s mulling her question over. as loaded as it is - deep enough to trigger and pull feelings from him he’s sure she knows that, too.

a finger reaches out to twirl a stray lock of her hair, catching around the slippery, shiny golden lock as a distraction of sorts, “ why are you asking me this, McKinnon? “ he murmured, still playing distracted by her hair as it twirled around his fingers.

[dangaer]

           it's a startling sensation, to miss the very being that has been reborn right before his eyes, a woman sharing the same face to a corpse as the world carries on around them regardless, opinions spoken as if brought back from a previous time and each identity blurring into one, each sentience a nostalgic pang towards the demon pride's own heart, echoing between his worn bones despite the picture of indifference he tries to make. shallow is a cheap descriptor of his love, yet it hurts more to recall what it once was ━━ more than the coquettish tone and the way such a pet name slips from her own daring lips despite the way he wishes he could convince himself to not be so naive, that the use of something she has called him many times both breathless and with awe is merely a result of her personality above all else, but the mourner in him wishes to think that perhaps, deep down, her words remain the prompt of a life she has come to remember in his presence.

distantly, he wonders if any of his brothers have felt the same, hearing words so reminiscent of a morgue of a girl they have long since ventured to let go.

low breath in, an even longer exhale; nostalgia will be what he blames as his lips are quick to curl upwards, something akin to mirth sparkling in the forefront of his irises as she continues to tease; her curiosity is as damning as it is relieving, an anchor that keeps him closer with every stray thought that escapes the tinkering of her mind. as much as he has tried to dig his feet in to send her away, to ensure her safety within this house's very own walls and blissfully unattached to the souls who have brought her demise quicker than they can say, he is not above admitting to his own selfishness ━━ he is rather grateful to see that smile directed towards him for just one more time.

❛  was it my mistake to doubt you? insanity is what they call it, when someone continues to do the same thing over and over and expects a different result every time. ❜ he folds his arms, though not unkindly, spine straight, still, as his gaze still rests heavily upon her now quizzical features rather than the space around her he wishes to seek. ❛  i'd recommend you remember what happened before acting surprise at such a sudden change. would any man be expected to stay the same, if the woman he loved passed away in his very own arms? ❜

bringing up such an elephant in the room strikes a chord within him, reminder sudden but apparent in the way he can't help but turn away briefly, a clearing of his throat in response; with minimal exception does he recall the hand of his arm becoming one enveloped with his own, the hallways and corridors reflected with their laughter once more, and he knows he looses his argument, the moment he slips to allow her space to come closer, but it does not mean he is willing to part with such grief, at least, towards someone who no doubt deserves better than to be trapped in the same chances, a lamb to a slaughter she is uncertain of ever taking place. his expression attempts to soften, scowl shifting to a frown as he pushes such doubts aside for the moment being in favour of hearing her own twists to the tale.

❛  doesn't such an ending spell out bad news for you? if you could not understand us then, who is to say we'll get it right now?  ❜ he offers following another pause in turn, considering such points in turn ( puzzle? ━━ he has spent countless times being referred to as confusing, but never so predictable in the same breath. )   ❛  who is to say i didn't trick you in the first place? that this life was a gift to absolve you of all those previous mistakes? demonkind has never been one for the faint hearted, a fact you should know well.   ❜ / @redemptioninterlude cont'd!

[criminalcve]

and for @redemptioninterlude, a story begins --

" Stop staring at the ears. " Hands smooth the cat ears sitting on top of his head. " Yes they're real, no, you can't touch. "

[truethes]

           ❛     i didn't believe this part    of the school was open to visitors.  ❜ warning spills between the lips of a reluctant soul, tone ripe with his inherent suspicion ━ because how else is he supposed to treat this, strange, uncanny situation more dangerous than the scalpel he has lodged in the doorframe against her head, pages upon pages of theory scattered across his desk in an attempt to study talent in the way he has been employed to / strange, uncanny situation that now may risk the both of their lives if she takes one step further, unease sudden at the thought of an extra casualty he'd never managed to consider in the first place. ❛  you haven't been stalking me now, have you? that certainly wouldn't be a good look for the apparent 'ultimate heroine'. ❜ / @redemptioninterlude ♥’d!

[qveens]

﹙  requested starter. ﹚jade / rue﹙ @redemptioninterlude ﹚

“it’s  wild  that  i’m  saying  this  because  it’s  me,  but  you  dead  ass  need  to  chill. find a stress reliever or something.  it’s  not  that  serious. personally, when i go a little wack 'a doo for cocoa puffs, playing chess helps. creates serotonin in the brain... i think."

[whileurmine]

@redemptioninterlude liked this for a random starter or two or three lol (1/2)

"god." tobby sighed long and hard, leaning his head back against the couch. "can we at least have a break between felonies? it's not that i'm suddenly against it, just— i need a meal now at least."

[perniicious]

@redemptioninterlude

looking down at the forest when you’re standing somewhere high and seeing the top of the trees with fog lingering over them

the warm summer day made way to a brisk night, bringing with it a blanket of fog that clung to the tops of the tree line from where they stood, perched on the ledge of an old water tower. for a suspended moment, buck listens to the leaves blowing with the wind and the water from the lake below lapping against the rocky shore, all mixed with the sound of their labored breathing from the climb up here. finally, he turns to look beside him towards rue, locks of curls drifting across boyish features and a dizzy smile playing at his lips.

----- " I told ya' the view would be worth it."