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manuelnarvaez​.

Manuel raises his eyebrows, not quite sure what he’s caught anyway- he’s overwhelmed by this kind of thing, it’s quite the opposite of his usual scene. He blinks at the woman, shaking his head, “Uhhh, I dunno what I didn’t see, but… sure! Nothin’ to see here. I’m the master of secret-keeping.” He’s average at secret-keeping- he always tells at least Penelope one person. 

Laura outstretches palms and holds them up  ,     backing up in surrender .    “   Ok , ok ---- I believe you ...     I’ll keep my memory wiping device in the non-existent pocket of this dress ,  ”    she immediately feels a twinge of guilt over her accusatory tone   ----  her walls are not usually up this high ,    but it’s hard not to feel tense or even misplaced tonight ,   swimming among so many sharks .      “  I’m sorry if I came off a little ...    “      Nuts? Crazy? Paranoid?  She’ll let him full in the gap .     “   I think this place is getting to me ,      ”

#manuelnarvaez #✚ . ◞ * / script › pieces of peace in the sun's peace of mind.

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#smooshy baby #✚ . ◞ * / visual › you said i was the most exotic flower .

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jnchojrmllo​.

      there was always     business to take care of         and apart from his       charming ways, that wasn’t         exactly why the cartel had him         on reserve.         slow but calculated steps         make it back to the sight of very observing glances and           furrowed brows. his sight sets on her and he can see the          stress radiation        off her body already.        her hands grasp at his and as reaction,        he allows it to happen      ❛     reina, relax.        I’m fine I just ——— ❜  a       brief pause       never telling her too much,        the less she knew the safer she would be. ❛    still look         handsome and dapper .     ❜    words        he’d never use to describe himself.        he soothes her hair, his fingers seeping through her locks ❛        I’m alright,      look at me. ❜       he leans in         pressing a CHASTE KISS        to the top of    her head 

      “   jc !   ”       she protests with a stifled chortle in her throat ,   lashes fluttering as his lips make way to her forehead .     this room was cold ,   and he is warm .     he’s warm as honey on a summer day ,    and she melts into the moment even if she knew better .     he reminds her a lot of Christian in that sense :         always evading  ,       avoiding ,     running away through small breaches of conversation      ,    so the wolves could not catch the scent of tender girlhood the air .    It never occurred to them ,    that she wasn’t afraid of the teeth and the claws and their hound nose ,   it never occurred to them that maybe she belonged in there too  ---      running wild ,    howling at the moon  .      laura would not cower ,    not today ,   not tomorrow ;   never again would she seek shelter within the shadows of her own cavernous heart ,     never again would she flee in the night with bloodied feat trying to escape their toothed maws .      let them devour her ,   if they must .     she will not scream .    

“      i don’t know about that ,      ”     narrowed eyes bait him for a second too long  --- bordering on cruel ,    before she runs her dainty fingers / shadowing his / through barely tamed locks ,     flattening the bulky surface with an open palm .      “     ---  i think they’re trying to escape.    ”    

#jnchojrmllo #✚ . ◞ * / script › pieces of peace in the sun's peace of mind. #why are they so soft #i feel attacked

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ursulavilla​.

 “I’m not really sure there was much to be seen, truthful - unless you’re some kind of nun in training? Otherwise lady, you’ve got work to do if you want to be the most scandalous person at this party.” Úrsula had witnessed only a flash - a hand reaching up to a neck, only to find it bare, with mild interest; the reaction, was more interesting than the act itself. “Are you always this jumpy, or is all the richies in suits?”

"   I’m not -----    it’s not ...     I don’t look like a nun ,    do I ?    ”      she’d been told she looked like she was in a cult once , and 'till this day she was unsure of what exactly that meant ,    so forgive her paranoia .      “    Never mind  ...       but - but --- in my defense ,     men are turning into complete savages tonight !     I got pulled by wrist so many times I think I’ll need ice ,   or ...  a bag of peas or something .   ”     she subconsciously finds the spot with her thumb  ,      and starts soothing the skin with in rhythmic motion .    “   No ...   well ,   maybe a little .   That’s why I like the dead so much ,   they’re always quiet and they never come up behind me .     ---- The expensive suits don’t help ,      everyone here looks like they’d put you in jail if you bumped into them ...      or worse .     ”

#ursulavilla #✚ . ◞ * / script › pieces of peace in the sun's peace of mind.

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ziggyhawthorne​.

—

“Hey, you ain’t gotta be embarrassed around me about anything.” There’s a shake of his head as his hands come up in lazy defense, the events from the night of his impromptu birthday celebration still fresh in his mind. In the span of a single evening, the girl had seen him take down three-quarters of a colossal sheet cake, struggled along with him to get off the floor after an intense laughing fit, and even stayed up with him until sunrise after he accidentally ( i.e., drunkenly ) revealed his wish to do so. 

By now, most of the night blurred into one ecstatic impression in his memory, and though there’s a similar mirth crinkling at his eyes with every beam of a smile, the Ziggy she encountered then is a far cry to the one who’d appeared on stage ten minutes ago and stands before her now. “Come on, what’s got you all rattled like that, Laurie? Not me, is it?”

-

She was a girl swallowed whole by a monster  &   spit back in pieces ,      but he’s always looked at her and seen something whole  .     It’s hard to resist the temptation of falling back into that role ,   of clinging to the skin of a girl whose life had yet to be swept by a wreckage .     When she looks up ,   fawn-eyed and grinning coyly ,    all she sees is the bright spark in his eyes and her reflection staring back ,     untarnished  .   If she had just one wish ,   she’d want to be that girl :   the girl he sees  ,     the one who’d yet to be chewed up by this world’s hungry teeth .    “     That’s a very bold promise for someone who witnessed me drunk .    Chasing him around with frosting .    ”      she teases ,   bobbing her head along with the thought .

Laura had never been any good at   cloaking    her emotions  —–   not the ones that matter :      her smile tugs at the narrow corners of her eyes ,   and she almost forgets ,   for a second ,   what she was .    “   No ...    It’s nothing ,   it’s silly ---  "     she pushes an open palm against Ziggy’s broad shoulder .    “   Stop distracting me and let me congratulate you on your amazing speech !   You were ...      perfect up there .   ”

#ziggyhawthorne #✚ . ◞ * / script › pieces of peace in the sun's peace of mind. #:-) will we ever write smth thats not a novel #who knows

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CLARICE LISPECTOR

The Hour of the Star (1977);

personal photo, original edit

#✚ . ◞ * / study. › you said i was the most exotic flower .

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penelopesantana​.

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The brunette raised an eyebrow, giving her a shrug and nodded her head. Penelope was feeling out of place being in the mix of all the influential people that held New York in the palm of her hands. “I didn’t see anything,” she repeated and brought her glass to her lips, taking a swig of the bitter champagne. “You think anyone else saw?” Penelope teased her, the corner of her mouth curving into a smirk.

-

a chime of laughter reverberates ,   quelled by the gentle brushing of knuckles against her lips ;     sweetness ensues ,    a hint of a coy smile blossoming in lacquered cherries .    “   Thanks ,   ”    she croons ,     averting her fawn-eyed gaze to the plant that’s now undoubtedly consuming copious amounts of bubbly champagne ,   attempting to dissuade her cheeks from burning .   “    I hope not ...    did you see how crowded the bar is?   Everyone’s wasted probably too wasted by now to notice me ,   right?   ”

#penelopesantana #✚ . ◞ * / script › pieces of peace in the sun's peace of mind.

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aysunsezen​.

“are you alright?” Aysun didn’t know the woman but she could practically see the waves off sadness radiating off her. Normally she wouldn’t be bothered to get involved but something stopped her from following that instinct for once. “do you need anything?”

-

chocolaty gaze immediately cast downward ,     there is a restlessness to her quiet demeanor ,   a silent agitation that now has digits stirring in her lap .   “   Yeah ,   yeah ...    I’m fine ,    it’s just -   ”    the thunderous echoes of her pulse echo in eardrums deafened by its resonation .    If she were a bird ,     she thinks ,     she would’ve fled through the highest window never to look back .     “    I’m feeling a little lost ...     this place is like a maze .     ”

#aysunsezen #✚ . ◞ * / script › pieces of peace in the sun's peace of mind.

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closed starter for: @jnchojrmllo​​​

"    Ta tudo bem?    Digo ,   “    Laura’s hands fall into the dangerous habit of grasping at his in some shallow attempt to soothe his temper ,     off the vague assumption it bordered on tempestuous .     Her thumb circles his skin in rhythm motions  ,    brows descending into v lined curve .     “    ----- You disappeared for awhile,  I thought ...     ”      she doesn’t finish  ,     doesn’t press any further either .    “   I don’t know .     I got a little worried ,    I guess .     ”

#jnchojrmllo #✚ . ◞ * / script › pieces of peace in the sun's peace of mind.

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closed starter for: @parbhandari​​​

"   I'm not liking your tone ,   ”     the warmth that was there moments ago   drains   entirely from her face ,   like a magic trick  ,      water to wine :    Laura’s demeanor grows into a pale shadow of what it was :   a   steely and cold transmogrification ,       her golden collarbone popping like buttons through the sheer glitter embroidery that drapes over her small shoulders  .      “    ----- is there something you wanna ask me?   ”

#parbhandari #✚ . ◞ * / script › pieces of peace in the sun's peace of mind. #hiss hiss

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closed starter for: @miloritter​​

She invites this numbness to crawl inside her body :    she begs for it to impair her judgement for just one night,      to linger on in the morning ,    its bitter aftertaste rotting between her teeth long after the lipstick imprinted glass has been set to rest --- at least this hollowness had a name ,      it had a beginning and an end  .    If she were to strip herself bare of pretense for just tonight :    she wanted to crunch the bottle between her hands  ----- tight to hear it grind against her bones while warm blood trickled down her knuckles .      “    ----- Sh- sorry  ,    sorry   ”      an instinctive apology leaps from her tongue in that same breath .  Abruptly pulled from her violent daze by a loud   shattering sound   and splash of hard liquor ,     she notices the blood streaming down the gaps of her fingers ,   like a dark whisper of a wish come true ,   and starts searching for something to stop the blood .

#miloritter #✚ . ◞ * / script › pieces of peace in the sun's peace of mind. #just casually hulk smashes a glass near u <3 #blood tw

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@jnchojrmllo

#✚ . ◞ * / dynamics › happy in the nighttime ‚ howlin' at the moon . #✚ . ◞ * / ft.jc › come under my wings ‚ little bird . #THERE !! I made them a thing

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bridget o’bernstein, “how to be a body” + franz kafka, letters to milena

#✚ . ◞ * / study. › you said i was the most exotic flower .

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status: open to all :-) location: anywhere applicable 

God ,    she goes to stroke her pendant only to realize it’s not there ,  like a phantom limb ,    why is it that there’s always a dangerous witness to our unfortunate moments ---   and she’d almost gotten away with it too ,    if it wasn’t for    a single pair of eyes .  “   Oh no ,   ”    she visibly wilts like a flower ,   the heat of embarrassment reaches the apples of her cheeks ,   warming them into a savory red .   “    No ,   no ,   no ...     you didn’t see anything ,   ok?      ”

#wb.open #not me writing smth short and concise for Once in my Life #n then almost posting in the wrong character acc #love that for me gr8

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burningxloves​.

The lights that were hanging in the ballroom made it look like a sparkling dream. Honestly, Ophelia had no clue why she was there that night, but she was told she was needed there to make an appearance, and she went where she was told. Plus who didn’t like dressing up in expensive gowns and pretending to be normal for a night? Taking a drink from her glass she the woman looked around and watched everyone talking and laughing in their little groups, slowly keeping an eye on the people she needed to look out for. Noticing someone next to her, she moved her head slightly towards them without taking her eyes off the crowd. 

“This city really knows how to throw a party, don’t they?” 

-

The room stretches far beyond reach  ,   painting the ceilings above in pale concrete :     so big and tall every time her fingers glided along a surface she half-expected to be swallow whole .  It was easy to get lost inside this fantasy ,      to forget behind this golden veneer there were wolves all around ,   snapping their teeth :    and then she catches a glimpse of a cartel member or two ,     just walking by  ,     adjusting their ties or exchanging looks  --- and that’s just enough to remind her reality waits at bay outside those doors .    

“    Yeah ,   ”    she lets her eyes feast on the grandeur of it all ,    just for a little while longer  .    “   It’s like a fairytale ...  Y’know ,    with alcohol and politics in the middle ,    but still ,    ”

#burningxloves #✚ . ◞ * / script › pieces of peace in the sun's peace of mind.

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Laura Delgado at the Gotham Hall Fundraiser . 

#✚ . ◞ * / aesthetics › watercolor eyes . #wb.event #i'll be here later xoxo

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maureenkeaton​.

Laura had been a friend of hers since she was a little girl - it had been only natural, both of them perhaps, at times, overly curious and both daughters of men in the NYPD - and they’d fallen into a sort of kindred spirit type of friendship. She felt safe with the other girl, now woman. Even if Laura had shut her out, had changed from the sort of person she’d been before, and Maureen wasn’t entirely sure how to process that. She’d wanted nothing more than to help her friend, but Laura had tried to push her away, and so she’d stopped pushing quite as much, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t still check in on her, still care about her.

“Are you sure?” She looked over to her friend, wide-eyed, “because you know you can tell me anything - this space, here,” she gestured around, halfway vaguely, “is safe, is meant just for us, and I’ve known you since we were very little children, and you’ve still managed to end up being taller than me,” Maureen offered another careful smile, hopeful that some levity would make things easier. “If you need to eat, I’ve got some food you can have,” she grabbed a box of oatmeal-banana-chocolate chip muffins. “Gluten-free, but you know I have to do it that way, and besides, you can hardly taste the difference.” 

-

If she closes her eyes ,    she can still see it a picture form clearly :    the silhouette of two hands entwined  ,     fingers perfectly molded to fit within each other’s mold ,     surrounded by sandbox and plastic toys  .   The sandbox looked bigger than life  ,     then .   Next :  they're wearing matching ponytails ,    before Laura found out she didn’t really have the dedication needed for gymnastics ,      she’s on the floor ,   laughing with bright red cheeks and scrapped knees :   her and her girl ,  Maureen ,   towering over her for once ( the first and last time she ever did ) ,  “   You’re already perfect ,     if you’re taller ----   how are guys ever supposed to gather the courage to approach you ?     ”       she used to laugh ,   now her mood is sullen ,    though she recites it word-for-word ,     and cracks the faintest hint of her smile .      Back then ,     their voices would get caught in a swirl  ,    a cacophony of careless joy ,         now it’s grim ---- they haven’t laughed at anything  ,       but merely flashed polite smiles at each other for months .     It hurts .     She doesn’t think she’d ever been happier .    Until ,   at some point ,   she’d let go of that hand ,   and the world became bleaker ,     colder .   She put her half of their bff necklace in a drawer ,  next to the pictures of her father ,    and stripped her mirror of all the memories they’d made together as if they could be buried in the sand ,     along with their old toys .  Everything just became much to take in .    

She wishes she could go back in time ---- run fast enough to make the earth turn around ,  that’s how they'd always do it in movies ,    and when it did :  she’d make sure never to let go of that hand ,   and maybe nothing bad would ever have touched them .    Maybe their dads would be making stupid jokes by the porch today ,   watching over them like hawks ,    and Maureen would be telling her about this guy she met at work ,     and they’d be giggling like schoolchildren ,      gossiping about boys like they’re such a mystery to be uncovered .     

“     Maureen  -----   ”      It almost leaps from her tongue ,     just then ---- like an rubberband pulled too far  ,     an instinct .   It whiplashes tight around her throat ,  thick as rope ,  tightening with each labored breath  ---- keeping things from Maureen is harder than she’d ever imagined ,    it’s like swallowing a bullet ,    every time ,    but every time she’s on the verge of asking for help she looks into those bambi eyes ,    and she can’t  ------    how could she ?      she’s so perfect .    So perfectly unsullied by all of this filth .    Between Laura and Maureen ,   she’d choose Maureen ,   every time .     She had to .    There’s nothing left to salvage in herself .      “      It’s just ...     some things are ----    hard to talk about ...     you know ?    ”       avoidance ,   her weapon of choice   ----  she wraps her fingers around a muffin and makes no attempt to eat it ---- just fumbles with the bright ,     yellow packaging ,      tearing at the edges  ,      picking at the soft ,    tender dough .    She really was starving --- but the thought of eating anything makes her want to throw up.    “    When I saw you the other day you looked ...   ”    it takes her a minute  ----  to think of the word  .     “    You looked really happy .    ”    so there it was :    the only question that still matters .   “     Are you ...    happy?    ”

#maureenkeaton #✚ . ◞ * / script › pieces of peace in the sun's peace of mind. #im Upsetti #i apologize for the length pls dont feel like u have to match it #im a fuckin trainwreck