Verse: Wilderness The Darkness Thats In All Of Us. - Tumblr Posts
୨୧˚♡* ♱ starter call, accepting. ( @ilvaites )
she supposes there is something holy about misty and her devotion to the team. she knows the other girls always have something to say about it. but, and she doesn’t mean to be catty, they have something to say about everything. she can feel it begin, gnawing on her lip with guilt and the incessant picking at her nails. she should speak up, but she can’t, and that’s why she’s weak. that’s why she prays to the Lord for strength, asking Him for guidance and courage. she doesn’t know who misty prays to, or if she prays at all. but she’s brave, she knows that much.
and it’s that bravery that helps her now, that causes her to shine so in the face of crisis. as the days pass, laura lee feels herself growing weaker, but misty seems to do nothing of the sort. she took a babysitter's red cross class. twice! she’s the most obvious blessing laura lee has seen so far, though countless others have prevailed, and she needs to remind herself of that as much as she can if she’s going to stay close to God during this. and that she will, she has to. laura lee presses close to Him now, as misty pokes and prods at the ugly looking bruise on her forehead she had acquired during the crash. it hurts, but misty’s doing her a favor, so she’s thankful. “ all of this from a red cross class? ” she teases, gently, an extension of playfulness at the scene of red and gray. laura lee falters, awkwardly, her eyes fluttering downward to her lap before lifting again, startled and apologetic as she remembers misty’s introductions to look up with gritted teeth. “ it just, um, i don’t know. it just seems … it’s just so much, you know? you’re practically an expert. i mean, i have little sisters and they’re clumsy, i thought i knew some stuff. but … ” the scene in front of them is littered with concussions, broken limbs, and gaping wounds. “ not- not this clumsy. ”
୨୧˚♡* ♱ starter call, accepting. ( @ilvaites )
positioned behind the prophet, she sits, a strange peace flowing through her. no doubt the cause of lottie’s ever glowing light, a holiness laura lee wishes she could hold in her hand, hold up to the sun and watch it spin. laura lee hums gently, a familiar tune that sits heavy on her throat. psalm eighteen, she still remembers. for strength. cautious fingers opt for gentleness and focus, instead of speed, twining hair together so it’s neat and tidy, freshly clean from the lake and scarcely more than two drops of rationed soap. ( the Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom i take refuge, my shield … ) she breathes in her nose, out her mouth. they will be okay, blessed from above. they will. “ that’s not too tight, is it? ”
୨୧˚♡* ♱ starter call, accepting. ( @camptw1nk )
legs pressed together, side by side, the two of them sit near the lake. one more hesitant than the other to get closer, but even laura lee can’t deny the peace that the gentle waves bring, no matter how anxious the thought of the deep, murky water makes her, not being able to see what is beneath it. an escape from sharp words and the ever watchful gaze of kurt’s parents. she thinks he needs it more than her, even if he won’t tell her. certain prayers don’t need to be said. “ i wish it could always be like this. ” she says, and tries not to think of the weight of the words. “ i wish … i wish this was all it was about out here, like, the peace? it’s kind of nice. ”
“Not every girl survives the forest.
Sometimes she becomes it.”
Catherine Garbinsky, The Princess & the Thorns
"Now when I say come, and you enter the woods, hunting some creature like the woman I was, I surround you.”
Louise Erdrich, The Woods
୨୧˚♡* ♱ starter call, accepting. ( @slaughtyr )
" we used to be good. " she sobs into her hands, the first thing she's felt in weeks besides numbness, blistering cold. and it's this. some wild thing thrashing in her. she begs it to stop, to quiet, to sleep. sleep like jackie, gone into a cold winters night. " we used to be good- we're sinners, we're hungry, i see it every night, ever since- ever since- " javi gone, misty's mushrooms, a downpour of hellfire from the sky. she talks to Him, every night, but nothing since then. it's like ... He's gone. but it's thoughts like those that keep them here. it's her that keeps them here. her throat aches, peels like dried paint and cracks like forgotten wood. when was the last time she'd spoken? to anyone? maybe she had fallen asleep like jackie, like javi. somewhere deep in the snow and they'd all forgotten. " what's wrong with us? "
୨୧˚♡* ♱ starter call, accepting. ( @darknessfreed )
" did you really steal that stuff from t.j. maxx? " whispering, curled up by the fire under a blanket she had brought from home, completely unaware how much she would need it. she had never realized how ridiculous she sounded, not that the Lord was ridiclous, just that He wouldn't want her to blame herself for a plane crash because she swore, in her head. cunt. boom, plane explosion. she almost laughs. it's still wrong to swear, but God wouldn't want this. He loves her, He loves all of them. even sinners, even saints. " i ... i know sometimes the ... the other girls, they make fun of me, but it ... not you, you never have. i've never felt so close to them, since just now. "