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@queen-sophie-anne asked : ∗ 45﹕ sender kisses receiver’s [ forehead / cheek ] .
“ i’m sorry , i didn’t mean to pry ... i just kind of got lost and - and--- ” it was a harmless gesture , surely --- one that steals the words right out of her mouth and promptly cuts her rambling short . she can’t quite tell anything beyond the scope of what the queen wants to portray ; sophie-anne’s mask is immaculate and precise , , unlike anything she’s ever seen --- it was weaved throughout the years into this graceful and charismatic cloak that effortlessly evades any of the early conclusions her sixth-sense might’ve drawn otherwise . rattled as she is , she can’t scrunitize it any more than she can avoid the surging consequences that follow .
“ oh - okay ... ” her collarbone pops like buttons on a shirt , shoulders stiff and unflinching , as though she’d pricked her finger somewhere sharp . pandora hadn’t exactly been conditioned to being touched ---- at all ( the blessings of growing up in a nunnery ! ) , let alone affectionately , and her body reacts accordingly . a blot of blood splatters over the sun-kissed pallor of her skin , and she feels her cheeks flush violently , reddening on cue like a fresh bruise . her eyes desperately search for a hole to hide in as the thumping in her chest suddenly picks up its pace .
@cohmpton asked : ❛ nurse . give my muse company in the hospital ., from bill !
“ look at you ! you’re so pretty , i’m so glad you’re here ... ” beaming , pandora clutches to his palms , stroking the sides of his forearm with pale palms and hungry fingers , sufficiently warmed by this white cocoon of a bed , which she’d been repeatedly and forcefully tucked into . at last , they’d settled for sedation : which is just now starting to wear off , still lingering in small gestures , and her overall overtness . “ did you turn into a bat and sneak in ------- oooh , that’s right ... you guys can’t really do that . bummer . ” she laughs in interrupted chortles , genuinely amused in this inhebriated state , and lets her weary head collide against the pillow that cushions its fall .
releasing a loaded sigh , pandora grows tired of the bleak ceiling and focuses on his beautiful blue eyes instead , bright , cold , impossibly morose . she could not hope to contain the wells of sorrow that inhabit them ---- but even so , she wishes she could soothe the storm , if only a little . wearing a warm and doting expression , as though honey and milk would soon pour from her lips , she’d yet to let go of his hand ---- safely kept within her hold , tucked away for nobody else to steal . “ bill , ” she whispers groggily , flickering in and out of reality like one of the many ghosts trapped inside these walls . “ you should ... steal me away . ” she doesn’t have enough conscience left to elaborate that she loathes hospitals , and all the voices that come with it .
@eric-northmann asked : ∗ 12﹕ sender invites receiver to dance . (eric northman)
it’s easy to forget the trivialities of routine beyond the doors of fangtasia , and she fathoms most who wander past its pearly gates are seeking precisely that : oblivion . with the grievances of last week , and the horrors she witnessed along the way , who could blame them ? today this is where her wandering feet have led her : somewhere new . somewhere she could be anyone but herself . she powdered her cheeks , lacquered her lips , and curled her lashes for war ----- it was bewildering how much undivided attention each little detail required , how much of this body was left to uncover . how little she understood of everyone and everything , but perhaps especially , of herself .
she smelled like daisies and freshly discovered girlhood , dying to blossom . the music is loud enough to drown whatever impending self-doubt or shed of caution still lingered , and all that prying eyes can see is brown hair swinging like in a shampoo commercial , her olive skin rose-tinted under the dance-floor lights , and a smile—a smile she’d never worn before, it was carefree and unstrained and pure , one that said : untouched , please touch , never been touched , dying to be touched , come show me the big , wide world . she thinks maybe she summoned him by sheer will when his shadows comes to engulf her . “ oh wow ... hi . weren’t you ... --- you’re really fast . ” everything comes to a halt . it takes her maybe a whole second to notice that , though her shoulders had visibly recoiled , suddenly aware of how small and consequentionless she was , that smile had endured . she wasn’t scared or terrified , she was eager to take that hand , and curious to where it would lead . so she does --- fingers significantly smaller than his fit into the large mold of his hand , inviting him to stay .
@xsacrilgious asked : ∗ 6o﹕ sender claps a hand over receiver’s mouth to silence them . -- Nikita
“ mas porque - ” despair will have her slipping into her mother tongue , searching for words to rebutte --- to fight back , to explain why it’s so important that the hales find out what happened to their own , but before she can get any more words out she feels the weight of a palm abruptly sever her fast-pacing thoughts , forcing her emotinal brain to a halt , clamping her mouth shut so nothing else will spill through the cracks . nikita’s the eldest , far more powerful being among them & she owns them respect , because she ought to know better ---- the why’s , the why’s not . maybe knowing would make it worse , somehow ? she feels compelled to stay put and not wiggle out of her grasp .
“ nikita , ” she mumbles , only half of it dicernable through her hand , making a last attempt to appeal her case . it feels strange to withhold information ---- a kind of lying , when her tongue was only ever trained to speak the truh . was this really the best thing to do? the question would not let her rest soundly at night , it invaded her dreams during the night and her tulmutuous thoughts during the day . “ i feel guilty ... i could be helping ... why shouldn’t i? ”
@lockwoohd asked : ∗ 83﹕ sender is discovered having a panic attack by receiver ., from tyler !!
“ ty? ” her voice , she fathoms , must be an echo at the bottom of a wall , reverbating against its damp walls to reach him . this empathy is not spun out of thin air --- it was earned , through many crouched by the kitchen table , wishing something would’ve whisked her away from all this death that encircles her . she knows ------ she can still feel the shivers on her skin like needles , the cold sweat trickling down her neck as the whole world becomes foggy .
“ ty , it’s okay . it’s okay ... ” pandora coos , bleeding into view , scooting down to where her knees can touch the ground . something but be real , and tangle , and so her little fingers stretch themselves thin draping over his closed first like a warm blanket , pressing it to his own chest so they’re both listening to the pace of his heart ----- it quivers and stomps , that wilderling , determined to escape its bony cage .
“ everything’s gonna be okay , it’s okay ... just breathe ------- can you do that for me ? breathe , in ... and out ... ” her very words are slow and calculated , long and deep , syncing up their breathing as to estabilish a pattern he can easily follow back home . she breathes . she holds . she exhales . she does it again and again and again , chest falls in rhytimic descent , and rising again , unburdened . until he can do it too . " it’s okay , ” she reassures one more time , all tangled up in the battle drums of his chest . “ you’re okay. ”