#freezeher

[goofily-moved]

              ❛❛   I, um, really enjoyed your memoir.   ❜❜     Valeria speaks softly, her lips quirked up at the edges as she absentmindedly fidgets with the leash in her hand. Detecting her owner's growing anxiety, Athena subtly steps closer to Valeria, standing between her and Ethel. Valeria is quick to pet the dog's head, letting her know that Ethel isn't a threat. Valeria's just nervous     ——    Ethel's book really spoke to her and she doesn't want to make a bad impression.  @freezeher

[janedoez]

@freezeher liked for a starter. 💛

she sits on the bench outside motel room number 5 with a cigarette and a lighter that refuses to light. said dilemma no longer holds her interest, though, as she watches something all too familiar go down a few doors away. a man gets in his car and speeds off. a young woman is left to return the key to the front office. as she passes by, calamity speaks. �� how much of it do y' get to keep ? ❞    in reference to the money she has stashed away somewhere on her person. not everyone is self - employed like she is. when she grins, it's lopsided. ❝ me, i blow it all on blow. spend it all in one place, just like people tell ya not to do. ❞ 

[frightesa]

carrie's days were like a rosary. she counted the moments to school. she counted down the moments until she left. hours were wasted in her mother's company. until finally she came to the end of all of reciting - behind the closed door of her bedroom she could exhale. some days the deep sigh that emanated from her chest would take her by surprise. it was remarkable just how much she forced herself to choke down any emotion.

joy was stolen whenever possible. carrie would reach out her greedy hands to relish in the quiet of the wind, and the chirp of the birds above. so in the few moments she has to herself on her walk home a gaze, even friendly, felt like an intrusion. carrie licked her lips, wiping her palms on the long skirt. it doesn't matter that it's almost summer, or that carrie can feel the sweat lick the back of her neck, modesty was a requirement. she takes a deep breath before looking up at ethel.

"s-sorry we haven't been at church more." the words feel clunky but she continues, "mama got a little worried about the influence that some of the other members were havin' on me. she didn't approve of their choices." she shrugged and clutched the history book to her chest. "i miss those sundays though. it was nice to talk to you ." @freezeher // s.c.

[publicabsent]

@freezeher: something weird is going on. / accepting.

hair is pinned back tightly, annette's presence seeming to ask to be ignored more so than usual. a letter sits, all but burning the inside of her bag. while usually she takes out any contents to share with ethel, library books & puzzles & happy newspaper clippings, the brunette is guarding the bag closely. (she's opened & read it, sure, but little more rings proper in her mind than the horrible feeling that lingers in her chest.) the medium had hoped that maybe it wouldn't be noticeable, but even the oddball's strange behavior is obvious, apparently. "y-y -- you h-have to ... to s-swear not to p - pan-nic. pl - please?"

delicate hands pull out the envelope, the address facing away from her. the handwriting is spindly & neat, equally as calculated inside. "i - i g-g-got th - this today."

[curseplay]

@freezeher sent: i know what you'll say, but it helps to hear you say it anyway. [ ACCEPTING. ]

she feels transparent in the best way possible. never too good at getting close to people, it does paris' aching heart well to know that ethel expects this of her. that it's a no - brainer they'll step in and try to ease her pain. at the end of the day, that's one of their main wants . . . as ethel has effortlessly worked her way into the forefront of her brain, beside where her dreams of LA and stardom reside.

they smile, cheeks dusted pink, and fight to keep eye contact without getting too flustered. ❝ am i really that predictable ? damn . . . ❞ this minor dilemma is solved by planting a lingering kiss on ethel's cheek [ where a tear track once was, ]. after that, the words spill out as easily as they always do, said with conviction as the tip of their nose presses gently against her skin . . . still close and with no plans of moving anytime soon. ❝ i mean it, though. there's not a lot i wouldn't do to make you happy. or at least smiley for a few minutes, ❞

[huntedvideo]

ETHEL CAIN: ▲ ETHEL SAVED FINLEY'S LIFE. FINLEY IS HONORBOUND TO RETURN THE FAVOR. as far as he's concerned, fin owes her big time. he doesn't take this kind of debt lightly. he wasn't going to let her walk away without allowing him to repay that debt - finley was stubborn that way. 'i literally owe you my life,' he says as he catches up with ethel, long legs bringing him to her side. maybe he's being annoying ( it wouldn't be the first time ), but he wasn't leaving until she let him make this up to her. 'seriously - whatever you need, let me know. i'll try and hook you up,' he's not the most connected person in the world, but he knows how to get things when he needs them. @freezeher.

[chmerical-a]

DIBS 🤍

gonna uno reverse this bc you're a literal gem & i can't wait to have lottie done so we can be wild messes sdjds

[muvis]

apart from the soft sound of the running ac and the occasional shuffle of mandy's shoes, everything is completely silent. she's focused entirely on restocking some shelves, her final chore of the day before she can close up the store and go home. she's so focused on her task, that the sudden ringing of a bell caused by the opening door elicits a small jump from her, startled. mandy stops what she's doing to look over her shoulder. " -- hey, sorry, we're closing... "

@freezeher

[reducts]

❝  sometimes , i ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˡᶤᵏᵉ f͇o͇l͇k͇l͇o͇r͇e͇ .  ❞ monster made in the fires of hatred , body patchworked together out of rough hands & 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 ... sᴏᴏᴛʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴀᴏs , created & re - created over & over until @freezeher graced him , chose him , bringing peace with 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 word & touch . ( 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 , need it . allow her to soothe your head , take you away from yourself . breathe deep , breathe her in . ) ❝  ʸ'ᵏᶰᵒʷ ? like 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 or something . you ever feel like that ?  ❞

[gunsmiths]

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[fuckedprophet-arch]

oh he could bitch. the desire sits on the very tip of his tongue as his cigarette rests on his lips, broke down in the middle of no where seemed to be just perfect. he'd read the sign on the way in and ' shady grove ' sent a foreboding shiver down his spine. what was it about names that held so much power? was that why he never mentioned where he'd come from, he couldn't truly answer that. he'd lost the vote though when it came to seeking out a phone for their troubles. there had been a howl of laughter and the offer to switch, but he'd eat his poison just like anyone else. he'd ditched his back at the bus, the sweltering heat radiating off the high way asphalt warned him of just how much he'd sweat his ass off trying to find the nearest house or gas station.

there hadn't been a house in a mile of his walking, just long drawn out greenery and woods flanking each side of the now back road he walked. the shade had been welcomed but the suffocating heat had not been missed. his boots crunch into the loose gravel as he rounds a particularly sharp curve in the road, spotting a home not too far from the road itself. a lopsided mailbox stands -- or well leans a foot or two away from the drive that curls beside it. there deep in his stomach he can feel hesitation lingering around the idea of approaching someone for help, at least here he felt it. were these people like the ones he'd ran away from so long ago, would he have to gnash his teeth once more or would they be no different than others who'd granted him kindness? he couldn't say. drawing to a short stop at the property's edge blue eyes swint against the light filtering through the trees, spying someone at a distance. " excuse me? hello ? "

@freezeher liked for a starter!

[cheernerds-a]

@freezeher asked [ TOUCH ]  for sender to trace one of receiver’s scars 

SHIVERS   RACKING   HER   𝚁𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽   BODY   FROM   THE   TOUCH   OF   ONE   WARMER   THAN   HER,   breaths   shaky   as   she   struggles   to   contain   her   thoughts,   her   words,   her   feelings   about   this   situation   she   was   stuck   in.   to   begin   to   think   of   how   they   got   here,   oversized   top   coming   off   to   leave   the   undead   in   pajama   bottoms   and   a   bra,   𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙮   𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨  𝙤𝙣   𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮   for   the   other   to   touch   and   access   herself,   would   send   her   mind   spiraling   until   she   wouldn’t   be   able   come   back. 

  remember   to   breathe,   to   take   a   deep   breath,   prim . . if   that   even   is   your   real   name.   why   are   you   letting   her   touch   you   ?   why   are   you   allowing   this   ?   𝐲𝐨𝐮   𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥   𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞,   𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭   𝐲𝐨𝐮   ?   comfortable   around   them   enough   to   show   off   your battle   scars,   to   show   her   what   𝙸𝚃   has   done   to   you   over   the   course   of   these   many   tiring   years.   tell   them   about   it,   use   your   words,   and   speak   the   hell   up   for   once   in   your   life. 

❝   the   one   you’re   tracing   now   it   uh . . came   from   when   I   was   14.   my   mom   thought   anointing   my   head   with   holy   oil   would   keep   the   demon   away,   but   all   it   did   was   make   it   angry.   clawed   at   my   stomach   all   night   and   𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞   𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲   𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬   𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝   ❞   words   hushed   as   if   she   was   too   scared   to   speak   up   about   the   horrors   she   had   been   through,   twiddling   thumbs   to   stop   herself   from   getting   up   and   throwing   her   shirt   back   on, ❝   you   should   see   the   ones   on   my   legs,   they’re   kind   of   horrid.   one   of   the   many   reasons   I   don’t   like   wearing  skirts   or   shorts   ❞

[bl4sphemy-archived]

❛ are you happy here with me? ❜

𝖛𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 . . .

       The question rips Samael from his empty-minded practicing, fingers stilled on the strings of his guitar, paused in their strumming. He blinks a couple of times, dark brows scrunched together before his expression softens.      ❛❛   Oh, darling... Come here.   ❜❜     He sets his beloved instrument aside haphazardly, in the moment uncaring for it, as there are more important things to worry about. Samael is quick to stand and collect Ethel into his arms, wrapping them around her snugly as he rests his head against hers.

       He holds her for a moment, relishing in her warmth, before pulling away to properly see her, guitar string-calloused hands gently cupping her soft features.     ❛❛   Of course I'm happy... You make me happy.   ❜❜     He says in an almost hushed tone, his thumbs stroking over the freckles on her cheeks.      ❛❛   In fact, there's hardly anywhere else I'd rather be than here, with you.   ❜❜     Samael adds, lips in a warm smile, doe eyes twinkling with adoration.      ❛❛   Maybe I don't say it enough, but I love you. You mean so much to me, sweetheart.   ❜❜     

[w4nts]

“touch me.” / for sam (:

              ❛❛   Mmm, tempting... but I think we both know you can do better than that, darling.   ❜❜     Samael drawls, all smug and teasing, his grin as sharp as his canines, his darkened eyes twinkling with mischief. He has his arms wrapped around Ethel's waist as she sits on his lap, ringed fingers combing through her hair as his lips press to the side of her throat. He drags one of his fangs across her pulse, relishing in the way it flutters for a moment. He smiles wickedly as he leaves a kiss there before sitting back, his hands braced behind him.     ❛❛   Don't you want to be a good girl and ask me nicely?   ❜❜     He gazes at her from under his lashes, tongue tracing one of his canines.

[publicabsent]

@freezeher: ❝  i know i can’t protect you from everything,  but i wish you’d let me protect you from the things i can control.  ❞ / accepting.

curly head is set in ethel's lap, voices soft & her face hovering to avoid any contact with fresh bruises around her jaw. annette does not respond to what the other says, a soft sigh her only sound. there isn't anything ethel can do, really. everett mallory seems more phantom than man, able to find her no matter how she hides. & yet the true phantoms are worse -- destroying what sense of safety she cultivates, bruising or breaking already pallid skin. there's really only one way that annette could be protected from any of it. "i d - i d-don-n't th - think i'll be s-s-safe till ... t-till i'm dead."

[wildernesslaughtered]

@freezeher asked ; ❛  are you scared? 'cause i'm scared.  ❜

lips curl as a harsh, humorless laugh scrapes out of her throat. tears glisten like the glint off broken glass, hazel eyes just as FRACTURED. they've left scared way, way behind. HONESTLY? jackie just feels numb at this point. TRAGIC. BORING. INSECURE. words she was never meant to see ricochet around her skull, brand themselves into her eyelids, drain away any will to survive she'd scraped together. her one lifeline has been brutally severed: sliced to bits by her own misguided attempt to stitch it together. she really doesn't give a shit if they're rescued or not anymore. not when the only thing that's ever mattered disintegrates before her.

still, even crumbling, jackie doesn't have it in her to be cruel. her expression softens, resting a hand against ethel's shoulder. "sorry. it's just ... something i try not to think about." mustering a see-through smile. "i think ... i think we're all scared. anyone would be. but we've made it this far, right?"