#👂 bent over

[gonzodangerfeels]

Screeches out of MY parking lot.

Mine...you understand?

Once I show up your paperwork can suck my fat dick.

Me: pfft... someone getting high in my parking lot. Don't kill anyone.

[astridmontilla]

👂

Send 👂 to overhear my muse talking about yours.

She's bent over the counter of the laundromat, popping gum in the most annoying way known to mankind. Blowing the big bubbles, chewing down on them to make the loudest pop. Whoever she's talking to is flinching every single time. "Yeah, I'm s'posed to be meeting with him today. Owns.. this foundation or something? Said he could use some of those resources to put pressure on the pigs." The other person starts to speak, but Astrid cuts them off. "But he seems stand up, right? Who the fuck else is gonna give people like us money or whatever. Heard last week, he was doin' some legal aid for Ricky down the way." This time she does pause for the other person to speak, "Handsome? I mean.. sure? He's easy on the eyes."

[fantasmalforces]

fc5 rae 👀👂 delphine, please!

. * ･ ｡ﾟ☆ Eavesdropping Meme // CLOSED ☆ ｡ﾟ･* . 

“You shouldn’t be here right now.”

At first glance, it would have seemed that Delphine was alone. But upon closer inspection one would be able to see the way the air near her bent and warped, taking on a pale, translucent orange glow to its shape. The ghostly appearance of the figure before her took on the body of a man. He was tall, taller than her, he donned military garb and most strikingly, he had a tail just like hers. He looked at her with sorrow, remorse. His hands were clasped together before him and his voice was gentle as he spoke.

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to see you.”

Delphine paused, sighing as she abandoned her task of organizing things on the table before her and turned to look at him. She looked weary. Her heart throbbed at the sight of him. He did not look like he’d aged at all since that fateful day. The laugh she let out at his next words bordered on a sob.

“I miss you.”

He came closer, raising a hand to caress her cheek, thumb trying to smooth away the single tear that rolled down her face.

“And I miss you every day.” She murmured, worried that if she spoke to loudly she might burst into tears. Her hand came to rest against his.

“You’’ll be okay. You have a people now. You are loved and safe.” He tried to reason but she shook her head.

“It’s not the same.” She hated to compare her new life at the Project to her old life. It felt selfish and cruel to compare Joseph to Holly, or Jacob and John to Donny, or Faith to her precious Todd. They were entirely different people. Trying to hold a candle to one or the other would be like trying to find similarities between birds and fish. And believe her, she’d tried to find a sense of familiarity. She’d tried to find old patterns in a new place and regain some sense of normalcy. In the end, she found new comforts. New people to love, new things to live for. She found a new beginning. Her old life was over. She’d started a new one instead. But the slate was not completely clean. No amount of new blooms and new bonds could erase the old pain still lingering. Wounds healed. But scars were eternal. “A part of me still wishes things could just go back to the way they were.”

“Even if it meant sacrificing all that you’ve built here? All the people you’ve come to love?”

The thought brought her pause. She missed her old family. Her husband, her brother, her son. But... would she really give up Joseph and his family just to go back. “No... No, I don’t think so.”

“I know it’s hard, Del, but you’re moving on. It hurts, but eventually those old scars’ll fade. You can’t keep clinging to he past. You can’t keep clinging to me.”

“I know.” She admitted, leaning into his warm touch. “And one day I will. But I’m just not ready yet.”

Holly’s ghost nodded, stepping back. She looked up at him as he faded away and she felt the tears start to fall. Her fists clenched at her pockets, nails digging into the material. God, why did recovery have to be so hard?

[cagesings]

@demurc​​  sent:  👂  to  overhear  my  muse  talking  about  yours.

            knuckles  rock  against  the  wooden  table,  her  head  bent  down  to  allow  golden  curls  fall  around  her  fall.  her  hair  is  still  damp  from  washing  the  blood  &  dirt  &  sweat  out  of  it.  for  the  first  time  in  months,  her  hair  is  almost  back  to  itself.  a  sigh  interrupts  the  soothing  motion  of  her  swaying  hands.  ❝  i  couldn’t  just  leave  her,  anthony.  ❞  alone  amongst  all  the  lunatics  running  rapid  in  the  cell.  with  a  bleeding  fogg  next  to  her.  the  sound  of  his  bones  cracking  as  the  mad  either  stepped  over  him  as  they  fled.  ❝  i’m  sorry.  we  could  have  been  out  sooner,  but  she  was  just  sitting  there.  i  had  to.  ❞  take  her  arm  &  run.  before  they  could  destroy  her,  too.  ❝  she  was  .  .  .  i  think  she  saved  my  life.  ❞  the  last  few  words  are  spoken  in  a  quivered  whisper.  ❝  i  needed  her.  ❞