#––– ❛ myria saengkaew 【 little blurry stars scattered all across / interactions. 】

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( @demidevildiva; friday night )

they still have trouble walking up stairs, though it's hardly a bother now as they ascend bash's front porch steps; myria never minds when it's bash - always understanding, always waiting. it'd been such a long time since they last spoke - since it felt easy to do so; even in her hospital room, the energy felt different. changed. maybe it was the looming grief overhead - the what ifs, and what could've beens, but it didn't matter now; she's never been one to hold a grudge. the wine bottle clinks against her bracelets, tucked firm into her chest like an infant - neck of the bottle held in support - her entire body one big charm bracelet, from the charms hanging from her shoelaces, to the clutter of necklaces hanging from her neck - even her nails, all stars and gems and swirls. bash could probably hear her coming from a mile away; maybe her visit isn't so much of a surprise as she thinks it is, curled fingers coming to rap against his front door - a deep resistance in her body to not pace the porch and peer into his living room windows, curiously, to see if he's there. "bash?" she calls out, just once, tipping onto her toes to glance through the door's small window - suddenly nervous, suddenly antsy.

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"Thank you!" She grinned - bright enough to blind anyone within a ten foot radius of them; the validation only fueling her determination. It wasn't often that she was praised - her work didn't demand it, nor did it feel right; oh, Myria, great job on embalming those bodies today - it didn't hold the same tune as Bash offering his belief in her, now, a whistle tuned only for her ears. "Oh my god! You're like an exact match - you should be him for Halloween, it'd be like - super fun." Her giggles extended into the moment - weaned off enough for them to continue speaking, "You'd have to do it like - a total couple's costume, Miss Piggy included - but also like, why not all of the muppets? Oh! You'd make a really fun Gonzo, too - you have options! I could find you the clothes - not that like, you need the help - but like, if you needed like, Gonzo-esque clothes, I'd know exactly where to look - I'm like, a pro at finding neat things." Myria never shied from wearing... nontraditional clothing - the more bizarre; even now, her shirt adorning cut-out hearts across each nipple - shoddily pinned back into place, flashes of flesh beneath gaps of fabric - cut up tights pulled over her arms, makeshift sleeves; sheer and red. It'd been fairly tame, compared to her usual. Myria caught his hand with her own as he poked her forehead - bringing it to eye-level as she started tracing the lines across his palm. "Oh - hm, I mean - I like a lot of things, Bash - that's a loaded question," She caught his eyes from between his fingers - smiled, then; suddenly bashful, "Um - I like stars a whole lot - any colors, really - swirls and like, repeating patterns - and gradients, um - I like bugs? Like - moths and dragonflies and anything that flies, really - even wasps, I don't think it's their fault that they're like - like that, you know? I like - jewelry, like - really clunky jewelry, mostly silver. Lisa Frank stickers - most stickers, but mostly if they're like, shiny and pretty - I like old computers, like really ancient ones - and old phones. Like the ones that hookup to the landline and you have to like, spin the number thingie. Um - I like, like, everything - you know? I don't think there's - something I'd like, not enjoy, you know?"

"I believe in you." he said with a fierce nod. If anyone could get anything they set their mind to done, it had to be her. Her energy alone was enough to motivate him to want to do things to, but he didn't have a single artistic of thoughtful bone in his body if he was being truly honest. Sebastian really enjoyed it when she giggled- her featured completely lit up her face and her eyes shown bright. Her snort only intensifying his own laughter to the point that he had to looked away for a moment to allow his laugh subside into a smile. "I'm not sure whether to thank you or not." he said, bringing his hand up to his chest dramatically and doing his best to imitate Kermit's voice, "Hi-ho, Kermit the frog here." Bash didn't normally go out of his way to make too many jokes, or be funny in public, often too anxious about those around him but chatting with Myria was so effortless that he felt at ease. "That's not what I asked," he said, reaching over and poking at her forehead lightly, "help me out here. Just say a bunch of random things that you like, and then I'll make a mental note and make my own decision in the end."

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( @eclvpses )

"Hi Frankie! Thanks for joining me!" Myria's smile was wide and toothy - excitement sparking in her eyes as she waved them over and closer to where they were to meet. The park was quiet, sky pinkening like the flush formed against her cheeks, and much too restless to wait for them to reach her - Myria hopped forward, meeting Frankie halfway. "It's chilly today, isn't it? But it's, like - really nice out, I think. Twilight's always been my like, favorite time of day, I think. I know that our sky changes because of pollution and other silly things - but it's so pretty that sometimes I don't think I mind, you know?" Her purse - bulkier than usual - clinked together in all its charms and knick - knacks as she grasped onto their arm, pulling him closer to the park's trail.

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( @islandmumublog )

"Oh my god - you're like, super pretty," Myria echoed inside the house of mirrors - gaze falling on dozens of Scarletts; turning around and around, trying to find the original blonde, "Are you like - a princess, or something?"

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( @tcintedsvcrets )

Myria stumbled over her own two feet towards where the brunette was standing - a giggling mess as she propped a hand atop Natalia's shoulder, a bottle of liquor in the other; heels digging into the sand as they neared the bonfires going on. "I bought out the entire bar - like, for the people!" She exclaimed, raising the bottle up, "Free drinks for like - everyone! Do you want a sip? Do you drink? Is that like - a weird question?"

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( @demidevildiva )

"I think I smeared some of your - mouth?" It came out in a giggle as she pulled away from the other woman, thumb coming to swipe at the side of her mouth - coming away with a smear of black face paint, "Do I have like, a really big scary mouth on my face now?" Her knees dug into the hay around them, still straddled around Apple's waist - hand reaching to pluck another straw from her hair.

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( @hersuntold )

"Oh my god!" A shriek left Myria's body as a scare actor skid past her on their knees, sparks flying up from them - her hands automatically finding someone's arm to grasp, "Did you see that?" Her gasp turned into a giggle, then another - a short fit of them, all nervous. "Oh my god - I like, always forget that there's like, scare actors around us - you know?"

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( @eclvpses )

"You look so cute!" Myria practically squealed upon approaching Dottie - clasping her hands in theirs; it wasn't the costume, really - Myria always thought Dottie looked cute. Like a little dress up doll - one that she just wanted to pinch the cheeks of, and eat all up. Like a little sister, really. "Have you been on the hayride yet? I heard that there's these, like - chainsaw guys who start chasing you on foot, and like - climbing out of the corn and everything - it sounds really fun, right?"

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A part of Myria always stepped towards danger without a second thought - part foolishness, part hoping that every interaction's her last, somehow - and that she can be cycled back through as someone stronger, someone better than her now. She didn't think Mercy was - a threat, even though up close she could recognize him as that sketchy guy who'd popped up months ago, fueling their ever-growing drugs market. Really - he was just being economical. Smart, like those Wallstreet guys. "Aw, you think I've got pizzazz?" Myria laughed through the smoke escaping her lips, loudening as he wheezed for dear life. "Sharing's caring, you know - it's like, super courteous when you're new in town, or whatever. Forms bonds with the locals, like a pack of um - wolves!" There were a lot of animal comparisons going on - it was making her head swarm with new ideas. "Either I'm full of pizzazz or I'm ugly - I don't know if I can be both - not to say that ugly people can't be like! Cheerful, or whatever - I won't like, suddenly become sullen if the word's stamped across my like, forehead." Part of them considered reaching over and snatching the cigarette back - but they were trying to build a friendship, not get their ass kicked for being too annoying. "Oh - God, no, oh my god," Another giggle escaped her, this time a hand coming to cover her mouth, "I'm Buddhist - not even gods can, like, save you." Or her. "Oh my god - you totally are a drug dealer!" Her tone quieted down to an excited hush, eyes lighting up despite their distance from the fire. "Do you have any like, molly on you? I overheard these guys saying they wanted to like, put on EDM - which is, like, fine! Totally not beachy vibes, but whatever - but I want to be like, prepared for it, you know? Like - to handle the blow. EDM kind of sucks ass."

Mercy wasn’t exactly sure what to do with himself when Myria came bounding up to him happily. As if they were old friends, or long time lovers. Which he hated the idea of, and hated the idea of being approachable even more. “You’re more like the Energizer Bunny. Do you usually harass people with so much… pizzazz?” With a blink, the smoke Mercy had just taken a pull from was suddenly plucked from between his lips. He hadn’t expected it, the sudden inhale when he was meant to still be filling his lungs with smoke causing him to hack once, waving a hand in front of his face as if that’d help at all. “Jesus fucking Christ, what’s your damage? Are you seriously trying to blatantly murder me? In broad daylight?” It was nearing midnight. “Capybaras are fuckin’ ugly. Gimme that.” Snatching back his cigarette, Mercy didn’t bother acknowledging her comparison. Secretly - very secretly, and very far down - he was somewhat pleased. Bats were cool. Not that his face gave away anything, permanent scowl deepening if anything. “Have you ever considered that people can just want to be alone? And brood? Or that I’m just trying to avoid annoying people. Doesn’t seem to be working.” Raising his brows, so that she’d get the hint. “Why’re you asking anyway? You some kinda narc? You look like one. All sunshines, roses, and Jesus will forgive me for my sins. If I’m even somewhat close, I’d rather kill myself slowly by scooping my eyeballs out with a wooden spoon than listen to some sorta lecture, thanks.”

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( @nomadsamwill )

An impatient tap of her foot, easily misunderstood as restlessness given her usual, flittering demeanor, Myria thanked the barista as she picked up her drink and turned 'bout the café, eyes hopping from table to table. There'd been a long list of things to do, things to get done - accomplish - in a very short amount of time, but she'd always been a bit of a procrastinator. Liked to linger, between reality and fantasy - liked to take her time, with these things. A familiar head of dark hair caught her attention - and with a small smile, Myria slid into the seat across from him - coffee clutched between her two hands like it'd been the sole thing keeping her warm, "Hi stranger - long time no see. Did you get cold feet after the hospital? I would too, I think - I wouldn't hold it against you, if you did."

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( @tcintedsvcrets )

Even with her body sluggish - still healing from the wounds inflicted upon her - there was a job to get done; and Myria always prided herself on her work ethic. People to bury, flowers to decorate the funeral parlor, their graves to match - it was the only thing that brought her any sort of satisfaction. She slid out of the florist's shop, fresh bouquets of flowers - white chrysanthemums ( her favorite ) - bundled up in her arms, almost too many to count - and promptly bumped into someone passing by. "Oh!" Myria gasped out as the flowers spilled out from her grip and scattered across the concrete. "Aw, poor things. Are you -" Her gaze met Jake's, and the smile plastered on her face flickered for just a moment, " - okay? I didn't give you like, petal - lash, did I? I don't know if that's like, a thing, but - I didn't get you too bad, did I?"

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( @oculiaperticlausi )

"Wow, you look so hot!" A half - stumble forwards, Myria's all but grasping onto Delaney for support, bundles of her skirt bunched in her hands, splaying out between fingers. "I feel like maybe I should've gone, like - sluttier? Not that you're, like - slutty in a bad way, or anything - you're like, hot - like you should probably be front page on one of those like swimsuit magazines hot -" She drops her skirt once she's situated - swipes her thumb beneath her nose, brushing away remnants of dried blood from an endeavor too great. " - Have I seen you before? I mean, like - I know we're like, wearing masks and everything but like - you look so familiar."

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"Are you sure?" Myria asks anyways, despite Caria's dismissal; there's a part of her that's itching to up and run, no good with grief and all it comes with. Can't help but be reminded of years ago - of crushed metal and a sinking feeling in her chest, of death and how the scent never quite left her; still haunts her now, laughing at her fresh grief - reminding her it's never left. She pauses at the other woman's question - a moment too long to give a believable, "I'm okay," - but does it anyways, soft smile matching hers', "It's - it's a lot, but I'm okay, really. They'll - they'll find them soon, I'm sure, and then - it'll be okay. It, like - has to, right?" The tears surprise her, thumb quickly swiping at her wettened waterline; can't help but feel like she's cursed the town, bringing them all her bad luck and misfortune. Maybe her parents were right - that she was no good, rotten from birth. "It just - makes me, like - think a lot about the accident, y'know? I know it's like - different, like so different - but like, she was my friend too, y'know? I hate - losing people." She feels dirty just remembering the car accident that took her fiancé; stands up then, grabbing her purse with a shaky smile, in an attempt to pull herself back together, "Let's go look at flowers, at least - I can help you pick them out, I do it all the time for, like - work."

‟You're absolutely right. I don't even know why I'm thinkin' so hard about it.” A lie. It's a habit that's been installed in her since birth. Doubling thinking things, hoping that any choice she makes doesn't make someone mad.. or feel worse about a situation. In this case, make the family feel worse about what happened to Daniela.

Shifting her attention down to the coffee in her hands ( after being reminded about it ), she's quick to shake her head. ‟No, it's alright. It'll probably get cold again anyway and I don't want you wastin' your money on somethin' I probably won't drink.”

She waits a moment, eyes glancing back up toward Myria once again—unable to stop herself from asking the next question. ‟…It's a dumb question, I know, but how are you doin'?” She asks softly. That same softness reflected in dark brown hues. It doesn't take a lot to see that Myria isn't full of the same energy they're normally in and that alone makes Caria feel a little sadder. That there was someone out there that managed to take the light from everyone she knew ( including herself ) in the span of one night. She hates that feeling. Hates seeing the seeing that in others. ‟If you need someone to talk to, I'm here.”

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( @eclvpses )

"Frankie, hi!" Breathless from spinning around the dance floor for what'd felt like an hour, but in reality was likely fifteen consecutive minutes - Myria had finally parted from the crowd, only to clasp onto the other's shoulders, neck craning just to stare up at him. "I thought it was you, anyways, y'know you like - carry yourself in a really specific way? It's like, you've died before, or something. Is that morbid? I'm not trying to be - I feel like I'm starting to see like - people's faces melting into their skin a little bit? You look fine, though - your cheek's just a little - melty. Liquidy. Liquidated, if you like, prefer."

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( @islandmumublog )

"Have you been writing recently?" Myria seemed to have popped out of nowhere, just to land besides Jade, "I feel like everything, like - happening right now, while terrible - would make really interesting inspirat - ohmygod, your dress!" A shriek more excited than shrill, she practically petted the skirt of her dress, pinching the fabric and giving it a light tug, "Oh this is so cool - I feel like I'm like, on the set of a penny dreadful next to you, it's like - gothic cunt. Wow - I feel like you're going to like, take me into a dark corridor and feast on my neck. That's like, so hot."

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( @oculiaperticlausi; delaney brown )

"Oh my god - hey! Excuse me!" Myria ran down the sidewalk, "I'm like - so sorry, this might be like - super weird, but I'm doing this like, dare thing - can I kiss you? Like - super quick. If not that's okay! I don't mind!"