Adroitbedfellows - Hashtag ✰ Hellbent

ϟ | “ fiona --- i wasn’t expecting you           this evening, did -- everything alright --? ” stop, sit -- a simple man, yes. but an idiotic or blind  man, no. everything was NOT alright,  tone told so.  the air & auras -- the fidget of familiar &  yet foreign fashion upon mother in laws fingers. a tell tale sign.                                    “ as much as i owe you, ma’                                        i cannot promise to keep something                                        from my wife    --- not until i become                                        aware of the circumstance ...              -- what can i do for you ? “ 

@adroitbedfellows asked for feelings

Nerves always manifest first in her hands. Twisting together, tensing and releasing with each anxious breath. She has let herself in, sat herself down on the cushioned chair there in the little foyer. 

The exhaustion is evident in her eyes, in the pallor of her skin and even in her usually elegant posture—still elegant, of course, but missing some of the poise, the composure she’s always managed to uphold. 

“—I trust you,” are the first words out of her mouth, though she can barely bring herself to look her son-in-law square in the eye. “And I need you to give me the same courtesy. I’m here because I need your help, and I… need to know you won’t tell Delia.”

◙ | ouch. -- okay, so words can wound in a way so unique. sharper than any blade on earth or other. & slice - as said, drive & twist. --  misunderstanding can be so powerful and confusion, concern,fear. all can play a heavy hand in such.               “ alana ---                    h o n e s t l y.                                  that wasn’t my intention.  ( a breath )                                  please  don’t snap at me for trying to                                 keep some sort of normalcy between                                 us            --- it’s all i know at this point. “ 

“I’m not familiar with my courtesy either,” why does she feel on trial? “I can’t say I blame you.” Watches Freddie’s hand move where it does. It’s a little mesmerizing, how gradual it is. Eyes snap up. Feels caught. “I’m interested in the understanding of your safety. But, since you’re so incapable of comprehending why and you’d prefer instead to drive it into me like a knife, I’m not interested at all. So you can go ahead and let it go.” She doesn’t enjoy humiliation. She gets enough of it.

@wearscmethingblack | feels time. 

miss goode,      .....   this is doctor angello from   ucla medical.         your daughter has unfortunately been in         an accident.    -- if you could get here as         soon as possible ..... 

✣ | pills & potions  --- & poisonous need for attention.  liquor is quicker than a shot to the head when comes  to bad choices &h a z e d decisions // how much had she taken? how long had been between each?shots & then to a bottle of ( something ) -- an exp lo sion of  colors & noise &  LOUD  moments before numbness.  skin fair is slashed sporadically from thick cut glass  & a fainting fall in the total wrong direction. standing, fa - lling, crashing through & collapsing. flashing lights   & darkness. just BLACK   & cold & too calm for comfort. was this what it felt like-d e a t h  ( how disappointing ) hospitals were always cold & she can’t even complain. 

📎|  studio audience goes oooh              “ oh - NO ,                        do not act like you didn’t just walk straight                        out of a dollar general in cheap packaging.                 also SHE --- “  side glance,  serena, circle point.                                     “ ----- is      flawless.                  YOU   ----  on the other hand, seem to be confused ;                  about the difference between your ass & your mouth. “ 

       ❛ s ? i think it’s talking at you ! ❜