#never doubting that for all his faults he is loved [constance mcbride.]

[lifeseffort]

Memories of my Childhood

scraped knees, silent tears in a locked room, slamming doors, pervasive loneliness, a dog barking, rain on a metal roof, flinching at movement, the creak of an old house, forced laughter, wandering in the dark woods, wondering how you made it through, sudden loss, trying to make sense of the noise, hiding what you love to protect it, trying to explain but your words falter, invaded privacy, confusion at the pain, running barefoot in the grass, wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing, realizing you aren’t a priority, grass stains on white clothing, trying to earn love you will never have, being threatened over the smallest mistake, secrets you are warned not to share, the feeling of never being good enough, the hope things might someday get better, grief that aches in your bones, childish dares and pranks, the sense that your body isn’t yours, shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry, sledding down a frozen hill, absentmindedly following snakes through the grass, punching a tree until your knuckles bleed, tears over every dead creature you find, searching out small places you can hide… just in case, climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you, the feeling of something tainted under your skin, a curious child told to stop asking, floral dresses, body tensing at approaching footsteps, anger with nowhere to go, brief escapes from the chaos, the purr of a contented cat, taking the blame to keep the peace, being told you’re too sensitive, the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day.

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tagging: anybody who would like!

[endeavourmorsed]

“What kinda name is that?” Beck asks, arms crossing over her chest as she leans back against the side of the car. “You from the Middle Ages or somethin’?” (Mamma mia au? 👀???)

"After a fashion," he returns easily. His lips can't help but quirk up into a smile; he's used to cracks about his name, of course. It comes with the territory of being called Endeavour Meridian. Something in the girl's demeanor makes the jest seem infinitely more endearing than mocking, however.

"Though, the Religious Society of Friends dates back to sixteen fifty... two? During and after the English Civil War, at least. So you're only about, what, two centuries off?" he praises her, and the pride in his eyes is genuine. His smile grows more toothy and reaches his eyes, which twinkle with mischief.

"...The more straightforward answer is that you can take it up with your grandmother when we phone her Saturday. Until then, I promised you we'd go for ice cream, didn't I?"

[endeavourmorsed]

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