#&. sillygorl + verse. 002

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@sillygorl

earp sisters in season two → steel bars and stone walls

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𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫  𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧  𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠,  𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧  𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧  𝐚  𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲  𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝.  sleep,  now,  was  to  justine  what  the  ballgowns  displayed  in  the  windows  of  shops  were  to  the  peasant  folk.  it  was  a  nice  idea,  one  that  best  be  kept  from  daydreaming  about  for  it  would  do  nothing  but  rip  away  a  luxury  that,  for  the  first  time  in  justine’s  life,  no  amount  of  coin  could  purchase.  a  luxury  that,  for  the  first  time  in  her  life,  held  a  price  tag  she  would  never  be  able  to  pay.  

because  there  was  a  price.   all  things  come  with  a  price.  

and  each  time  temptation  had  driven  justine’s  aching  heart  to  hold  the  price  tag  of  rest  in  its  trembling  fingers,  it  is  always  let  go  with  haste  at  the  visible  reminder  of  its  price.  for  the  price  was  one  justine  would  never  pay,  one  she  would  never  allow  lucinda  nor  any  man  nor  creature  to  ever  pay.  

𝖿𝗈𝗋  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾  𝗈𝖿  𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉  𝗐𝖺𝗌  𝗁𝖾𝗋  𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋  𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺,  𝖺𝗇𝖽  𝗂𝗍  𝗐𝖺𝗌  𝖺  𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾  𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾  𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽  𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋  𝗉𝖺𝗒  - 𝗈𝗇𝖾  𝗌𝗁𝖾  𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽  𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋  𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐  𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺  𝗇𝗈𝗋  𝖺𝗇𝗒  𝗆𝖺𝗇  𝗈𝗋  𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾  𝗍𝗈  𝗉𝖺𝗒  𝖿𝗈𝗋.

not  again,  not  ever  again.

there  was  a  tiredness  that  ate  away  at  the  marrow  of  her  bones. 𝙞𝙩  𝙬𝙖𝙨  𝙤𝙣𝙚  𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩  𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙  𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝  𝙖  𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡  𝙤𝙛  𝙞𝙩𝙨  𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚  𝙬𝙖𝙮  𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨  𝙝𝙖𝙙  𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧  𝙨𝙝𝙚  𝙖𝙣𝙙  𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖  𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚  𝙖  𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚  𝙩𝙤𝙤  𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨  𝙖𝙩  𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨  𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠  𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣  𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮  𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚  𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣.  exhaustion  stalked  her  like  a  troll  hunter  —  ever  the  patient  predator.  though  each  time  it  threatened  to  pounce,  to  strike,  justine  was  able  to  avoid  its  clutches  with  a  rapid  shake  of  her  head  or  (  another  )  stroll  around  the  cabin’s  perimeters.  

@sillygorl  had  noticed.  of  course  she  had  noticed.  she  was  sharp,  her  little  sister.  rather  perceptive  too,  more  so  than  most  give  her  credit  for  (  or  perhaps,  it  was  that  justine  was  not  as  skilled  a  thespian  as  she  had  given  herself  credit  for  )  and  so  now  here  lucinda  was,  pleading  with  her  to  rest  with  a  similar  fervor  to  the  beggars  in  the  street.  ᴊᴜꜱᴛɪɴᴇ  ꜱʜᴀᴋᴇꜱ  ʜᴇʀ  ʜᴇᴀᴅ  ʙᴏᴛʜ  ᴛᴏ  ᴀʀɢᴜᴇ  ᴀɴᴅ  ᴛᴏ  ᴄʜᴀꜱᴇ  ᴀᴡᴀʏ  ꜰᴀᴛɪɢᴜᴇ  ᴀꜱ  ɪꜰ  ɪᴛ  ᴡᴇʀᴇ  ᴀ  ᴍᴏᴜꜱᴇ  ᴄʜᴀꜱᴇᴅ  ꜰʀᴏᴍ  ᴏᴜᴛ  ᴀ  ꜱʜᴏᴘ  ʙʏ  ᴛʜᴇ  ᴋᴇᴇᴘᴇʀꜱ  ʙʀᴏᴏᴍ,  

❛  i  can’t  trust  it,  lucy.  i  can’t  risk  something  happening  to  you.  ❜  she  says.  her  gaze  is  locked  on  lucinda’s  face,  not  even  blinking  for  fear  that,  once  again,  lucinda  would  be  taken  from  her  in  the  blink  of  an  eye.  ❛  i  know  our  dear  ella  is  now  queen  and  the  demeanor  of  the  common  folk  has  shifted  to  something  lighter,  kinder,  but  i  cannot  trust  in  any  happily  ever  after.  i  cannot  trust  myself  to  allow  my  guard  down,  for  that  was  the  very  reason  you  —  ❜  𝒂  𝒔𝒐𝒃  𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔,  𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒐𝒇𝒇  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓  𝒐𝒇  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆  𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆  𝒂  𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔  𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅.  justine  quickly  bows  her  head  so  that  her  tears,  further  evidence  of  her  fear  and  weakness,  are  not  visible  to  the  jury  of  lucinda’s  gaze.  

justine  shrinks  into  herself  then.  head  low,  she  hides  behind  the  curtain  of  her  hair  akin  to  lucinda  hiding  behind  the  velvet  curtains  of  the  living  quarters  whenever  they  would  play  hide  from  the  troll-hunter.  𝖻𝗎𝗍  ��𝗏𝖾𝗇  𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀  𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁  𝗁𝖾𝗋  𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾  𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀  𝗈𝖿  𝗁𝖾𝗋  𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇  𝖺𝗇𝖽  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀  𝗈𝖿  𝗁𝖾𝗋  𝗅𝗂𝗉  𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌  𝗁𝖾𝗋  𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒  —  𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌  𝗈𝖿  𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀  𝖺𝗇𝖽  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍  𝗈𝖿  𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾  𝗍𝗈𝖾𝗌  𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀  𝗈𝗎𝗍  𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆  𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇  𝗁𝖺𝖽  𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌  𝗁𝖺𝖽  𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗒.  justine  wraps  her  arms  around  herself,  as  though  it  would  be  enough  to  hold  the  broken  pieces  of  herself  together.  ❛  i  can’t  let  anything  harm  you  again  lucy.  i  won’t  allow  anything  to  happen  to  you.  not  again,  not  ever  again.  ❜

[huntstrolls]

no one's ever really ready for a troll.

known name : jacob grizzwald

affiliations : lord grizzwald (father) , annalise mandrake (mother) , lucy g.rizzwald (youngest half-sister) , justine g.rizzwald (younger half-sister)

species : human

likes : his sword and axe, his sisters, ale, strategizing, laying traps, hunting game and trolls, burning holes that belong to trolls, riding through the woods and along the rivers, a meal fit for a king

dislikes : trolls, dawdling about, incompetent folks.

verse 001. being the only son to lord grizzwald had its benefits, but they would never be anything to be glorified about. he was, after all, a bastard. his mother wasn't the lady grizzwald and everyone around honeyhold knew it. he wasn't raised by his father, but he still spent his days there often running about under his watch when his mother was busy with something. but rarely did jacob experience the life of a true grizzwald, instead being raised by his mother and her family. a family of troll hunters-- all his uncles in the line of business and trained in wielding nearly anything as a weapon against the lumbering threats. he eventually joins their ranks as a troll hunter himself, fighting and killing any tolls that were unwise in crossing his path or the villages nearby. as he grows older and trolls are slain... his name is spread through the kingdom sending him all over. but when his sisters go missing after being sent to a ball he returns home to aid in the search, what they learn only fuels him further in his hunt against trolls.

verse 002. ( affiliated w/ @sillygorl & @playbarbies ) this verse follows similar storylines as above, but rather than keeping his work to himself he involves his sisters. he trains them as he trains, teaching them everything he knows. as they get older together they end up becoming a trio of hunters, working side by side in stopping the monsters that roam the kingdom killing and skinning alive those in their paths. though his sisters are both capable of handling themselves, jacob continues to protect them furiousily. it'll take a lot to get through to them.

verse 003. (modern) jacob is a bounty hunter that spends his days tracking and finding people looking to hide from their problems. he makes a pretty good living off of it, but generally only uses what he needs to live his life. and he has to with how little time he spends in one place, often traveling to varying locations. but no matter where he is he's willing to drop everything to help justine and lucy.

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𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐲’𝐬  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬  𝐚𝐫𝐞  𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭  𝐛𝐲  𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐚’𝐬  𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝.  the  declaration  is  one  that  strikes  fear  into  her  heart.  𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚  𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨  𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙤𝙥  𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚  𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨  —  𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧  𝙖𝙣𝙙  𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙖  𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙨  𝙖𝙣𝙙  𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨,  𝙗𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜  𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧  𝙖𝙣𝙙  𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙝  𝙖𝙨  𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝  𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮  𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚  𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨.  these  woes  and  worries  contract  around  her  heart  like  a  snake  attempting  to  kill  its  prey,  and  she  ignores  its  gasps  for  breath  as  she  says;  ❛  lucy,  you  cannot  promise  that.  you  shan’t  make  such  declaration.  ❜  fear  commands  her  tongue  as  if  it  were  but  a  humble  servant.  doing  fears  bidding  with  frantic  devotion,  she  continues:  ❛  i  will  not  allow  it.  ❜  

justine  freezes,  𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉  𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒊𝒏  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒕  𝒂𝒔  𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉  𝒊𝒕  𝒉𝒂𝒅  𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅  𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍  𝒕𝒐  𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒆  𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌  𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒚  𝒐𝒇  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒔.  how  similarly  she  had  sounded  to  their  father  just  now.  it  was  with  their  father’s  tone  she  had  barked  orders  at  lucy.  lucy  —  sweet,  kind,  free  spirited  lucy.  lucy  —  her  baby  sister  of  whom  she  had  sworn  to  protect,  to  allow  her  to  be  everything  she  yearned  for,  all  things  their  father  detested  as  much  as  he  protested.  𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍  𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢  𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖  𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚢,  𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎  𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚜  𝚊𝚝  𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚜  —  𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑  𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢’𝚜  𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.  she  stays  that  way  for  a  few  moments  before  she  raises  her  head  again.  

ignoring  the  stinging  that  announced  the  unwelcome  visitor  of  tears,  justine  gingerly  takes  a  few  steps  forward.  hands  reach  out,  hovering  in  the  air  between  them  a  moment  before  they  move  to  either  side  of  @sillygorl 's jaw,  cradling  her  face  in  her  palms.  holding  her  whole  world lucy’s  face  in  her  trembling  hands,  justine  says,  once  she  is  certain  their  gazes  are  locked;  ❛  please  forgive  me  lucy,  i  do  not  mean  to  speak  to  you  the  way  our  father  does.  i  just  —  ❜  justine  swallows  thickly  as  tears  run  down  her  cheeks,  𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔  𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅  𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏  𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆  𝒐𝒏𝒆  𝒐𝒇  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔  𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔,  ❛  i  have  already  lost  you  once,  dear  sister.  if  the  whispers  of  the  stepmother’s  resurgence  from  stone  are  true  .  .  .  i  have  already  failed  at  keeping  you  safe  once  before,  i  shall  never  again  allow  myself  to  fail  at  such.  i  am  your  elder  sister,  lucy,  and  therefore  it  is  my  duty  to  protect  you,  to  never  allow  anything  to  happen  to  you—  ❜  

the  word  again  suddenly  feels  heavy  on  the  tip  of  her  tongue,  dangling  from  off  it.  

she  swallows  it  with  a  gulp.

𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘢  𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘵𝘰  𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩  𝘢  𝘧𝘦𝘸  𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺  𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘴  𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮  𝘰𝘶𝘵  𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴  𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴,  justine  says;  ❛  it  is  my  responsibility  to  keep  you  safe  —  not  the  other  way  around.  your  job  is  not  to  protect  me;  it  is  to  be  happy,  to  love  and  live  freely,  no  matter  how  much  father  may  disagree.  i  will  not  stand  for  anything  less.  do  not  worry  about  me,  lucy,  and  don’t  you  ever  place  yourself  in  harms  way  for  me  —  for  anyone.  please,  lucy,  tell  me  you  understand  and  that  you  agree.  ❜