#thread&.{edith}

[ulyflynn]

closed for: @edietello

where: under the sea prom

"We don't have to stay long if you don't want to," Uly informs Edie at his side, his arm slung loosely around her shoulder as he surveyed the 'prom'. Most of it wasn't her scene -- or his either for that matter -- though he would be lying if he said he wasn't still glad to be there with her.

[silascody]

closed for: @edietello

where: exes bonfire

"Are you armed?" Silas asks with a hand out like that might keep him out of Edie's splash zone if she was because he knew from their last conversation that she was most definitely dangerous, "I'm on a date and this is a nice shirt, I don't want to be wearing another drink."

[buddywellls]

closed for: @edietello

where: ik yk where

"Is the coast clear to say hey or am I risking my life and wellbeing?"

[ourgrief]

▒ |   ⊹₊ 𝄞  ₎         ────         cont’d   from   here      ...

in   the   blur   that   her   fatigue’s   embrace   is,    lucy   saunters   with   no   defined   aim   around   the   four   walls   that   used   to   promise   shelter.   now   there   is   no   shelter,   she   knows,   that   could   keep   the   demons   of   the   worst   sort   at   bay.    &.    she   knows   just   as   well   that   it   is   all   some   feverish   nonsense,   those   dark   tales   her   mind   conjures   up   at   nightfall—still,   it   terrorizes   all   the   same.

              so   a   commotion   is   most   welcome  !   brown   eyes,   eclipsed   with   shadowy   bags   under,   turn   to   the   door   so   heavily   guarded,      ❪   as   though   it   were   a   tower   high   up   in   the   clouds,    &.    she—the   princess  !   ❫      before   it   even   opens   up,   ears   picking   up   on   the   sounds   of   unfamiliar   steps.   the   blonde’s   languid   form   stirs   in   thrill   once   ornate   doors   reveal:   edith,   oh,   her   dearest   edith  !   how   she   has   missed   the   company   of   a   friend   of   a   form   corporeal,   not   mind-invoked.      ❝   edith,   my   lovely  !   ❞     lucy   hurries   across   her   chambers,   ruffled   nightgown   tailing   her   step   across   the   floor.   the   rapid   movement   has   a   cost   that   she   pays   in   blurred,   shaky   vision   until   it   focuses—      ❪  ...  ❫

              she   halts   in   her   track   momentarily,   doe-eyed   gaze   lingering   on   BLOOD  !   the   liquid   dark   as   night,   tendrils   spreading   inside   her   loveliest   friend’s   pulsating   veins—      ❪  ...  ❫      ease   your   aches,   lucy.   it   is   only   ink.

              the   snap   back   into   the   realm   of   the   living   is   as   abrupt   as   the   fallout.   pale,   dry   lips   mumble   an   apology   as   the   girl   wraps   her   frail   arms   around   her   darling   visitor.      ❝   oh  !   ❞      she   exclaims,   cheeks   red   as   blood   surges   to   the   pallor   of   her   face   in   shame.   she   lets   go   of   @petitesmort,   eyes   finding   the   unopened   manuscript   long   forgotten   upon   her   nightstand.      ❝   i   fear   i   have   let   you   down,   my   darling  !   for,   you   see,   reading   has   been   the   furthest   thing   on   my   mind   those   recent   days,   ❞      she   sighs   wistfully,   thoughts   taking   off   to   the   distant   dreamland   of   love,   of   white   veils,   beautiful   gowns    &.    safe   hands   to   hold.

[capturedinlies]

( @promisedhexvens -- The Kensington Gardens late afternoon )

"Excuse me?" Isabelle has seen Edith around at the Whitlock house once before, and the gorgeous hair immediately catches her attention. Isabelle's lilac dress hugs her curves gently, and her hair falls over her shoulder when she gives a swift curtsy. "I never had the chance to introduce myself when I saw you at Duchess Emma's.", she explains, "My name is Miss Isabelle Adwani. I am Lady Locke's daughter. I recently moved here from Margate, by the seaside, and only arrived about three weeks ago. That hopefully explains my sudden appearance."

Isabelle releases a short laugh, that morphs into a kind smile. "I have to admit," she hushes her voice, "I am absolutely obsessed with your hair. It is ethereal, and fits you so well." A faint blush creeping onto her cheeks, Isabelle uses her fan to get rid of some of the heat. "Have you been enjoying yourself today?"

[laureljacobs]

closed: @edietello

location: driftwood

From the back of the coffee shop, Laurel raised a hand to signal Edie over when they spotted her. They pushed a still-hot cup of black coffee closer to the other side of table and stood.

"Thank you for meeting me," they said when the younger woman got closer, and extended a hand in greeting before sitting back down. "Apologies for dragging you here on your day off, but I appreciate you making the time."

She leaned back in her seat and, never one to beat around the bush, said, "I may have a proposition for you. An offer."

[wormful]

a starter for @honeybuckin from here.

"Please don't tell me you're covered in blood." ... "Whose is it?"

[hells-greatestdad]

*Wraps her arms around his waist and lays her head against his back.*

"Did you need some attention?"

He's more than happy to give it.

[mackmontgomery]

closed for: @edietello

where: sharky's

With a careful step over the red tricycle that he's endlessly curious about the origin of -- where did OnlyFans Billy the Puppet get it? Did she always have it? -- Mack makes himself known to Edie with his best Melania Trump greeting along with the whisper of his DIY'd spindly Slenderman fingers along the back of her neck.

"Hellooooo."

[godresembled]

@iwassentodestroy asked ❝ okay. i’m not panicking ❞

"Me either." Maybe a little bit. "We just gotta clean up and get outta dodge."

[deliictum]

closed starter for @promisedhexvens location: the backrooms of the tavern

where the flame of revolutionary spirit had dimmed over his years on the continent it rekindled and threw sparks now that he was back on english soil. invigorated with the flames of optimism he stepped down from the small wooden bench he, in his fervor, had jumped up on to deliver the contents of the latest pamphlet with even more prominence. so that he may reach even the people in the back row, furthest from the table of political radicals he and his acquaintances occupied. the turning out was meager, but as to be expected. due to its nature their gathering had not exactly been advertised, and to joseph's knowledge a far-reaching network of revolutionaries had not yet been established.

perhaps this could be his calling? his purpose? perhaps he might yet rise above the cards life had dealt him, and prove his worth as something other than simply the ambassador's son, and potential heir to the everley title. a hand clasped his shoulder and gave his back a pat, ripping him from his thoughts in the knick of time - there would be plenty opportunity to ponder his privileges in the dead of night, when his mind would refuse to shut up and grant him the brief escape of sleep.

no time to lose in the present - especially now that there was another task at hand! with a quick gesture he sweeped one of the pamphlets off the table and made his way through the crowd, to the very back, where he'd seen a woman standing. "good evening", joseph smiled, debated whether or not to bow his head in greeting and decided on an acknowledging nod. "i don't think i've seen you at our meetings before - might i offer you a pamphlet? and also my most sincere congratulations for making it through my speech! i promise i usually to restrain myself to five and ten minutes ... not five and twenty."

[ulyflynn]

closed for: @edietello

where: docks near fisher's cove

The ride down to the docks was more familiar to him than the back of his own hand, the turns from Ocean Crest remained the same unlike his extremity where healing scratches that once held glass shards and stitched split knuckles still stung every time he used the hand clutch on his bike.

He parked up outside the Tello house in a space that he had once claimed as his own, the walk to where Javier’s boat was docked feeling like an endless stretch. It had been his idea to meet, his conversation with his sister fresh on his mind and still he can’t find it in himself to trust that it wouldn’t go sideways like most things he tried to right.

It’s too late to turn back as he nears the boat and the blonde, not needing to check his phone to know the time. It had to be seven thirty on the dot, Edie wouldn’t have arrived a minute earlier or later.

“Hey.”

[soulcarved]

tag dump - i'll do ship tags at a later date

[buddywellls]

closed for: @edietello

where: buddy and sola's

"Hey," Buddy greets, stepping aside once he opened the door to clear the way for Edie step into his space. A 'can I come over' text from her tended not to give much away -- much like the sender herself -- and his curiosity is piqued as he closed the door behind her.

"You want anything to drink, or?"

He leaves the question open ended, not feeling the need to elaborate on the offer to not talk given it's what they did best.

[ourgrief]

* 𓉸 ||  ⎛ EDITH &. LUCY，⎠  𝖋𝖙. @withpoison. ⤵ ও   thread continued from here.

with   child-like   petulance   threatening   to   spill   at   her   pout’s   seams   lucy   complies,   her   silhouette   falling   into   the   plush   embrace   of   cushion-clad   bed.   truly   it   is   far   from   her   intention   to   trouble   this   already   uneasy   friend   of   hers   —   the   girl   has   experienced   a   flood   of   coddling   such   that   it   should   LAST   FOR   A   LIFETIME,   should   she   live   to   have   it.   ❝   a   love   story   ?   ❞   her   head   jerks   up,   a   sight   truly   unnerving:   bloodshot   eyes   brighten   temporarily   &.   face   lights   up   in   a   stark   contrast   to   its   everlasting   pallor.

            ❝   oh,   but   i   know   they   bore   you   so,   ❞   comes   the   response   in   a   trembling   groan   after   a   brief   instant   of   consideration.   ❝   i   would   hate   to   waste   your   time   this   way,   ❞   she   says,   quieter   now,   enclosing   edith’s   warming   hand   in   the   pair   of   her   own.   ❝   why   won’t   you   read   me   your   draft   instead   ?   i   would   so   ADORE   to   hear   your   lovely   prose   !   ❞

[santiagodeleons]

"Don't do it," Santiago warns, a blanket request for Edie to not try and trip him up in semantics because she caused him to stumble every time thanks to how naturally detail orientated she was.

Rather benevolently, he thinks he's been granted a rare pardon.

"I'm surprised you're at my pub on it's biggest night of the year," He remarks, no less glad to see her even though it was surprising, "Not too rowdy for your liking?"

@edietello

Edie frowns at his gesture for a moment before she catches on, wiping the top of her lip with the back of her hand and a brief scowl at her glass as if it had been somehow responsible.

"You said anything Irish," she reminds him as if she had seen it as some sort of challenge.

"But I won't -- won't have people leaving your pub on the biggest night of the year."

@santiagodeleons