#❝ m. mckinnon ❞ ┆ meme reply ┆ as you colour me blue !

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❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜ remus & marlene

everything, everywhere, all at once meme ( accepting ) + @spllledwlne // remus

something catches in her throat - because being around remus always does something strange to her. they're no longer awkward and involved in first meetings, their lives intertwining over the years, having made SOMETHING THAT LASTS amongst what feels like a whirlwind of their childhood. they're there, standing at the edge of adulthood ; and perhaps it'd be more terrifying of a thing if it wasn't remus there with her. assuring her that all would be well, even if she was about to fall in deep within the life she thought she'd left behind when they'd first met.

thankful that, regardless of how mad it seemed, HE STILL BELIEVED IN HER. when she herself was terrified, confiding in him that night she received the ask from dumbledore for what she was to do. a few shameful tears shed that she'd deny, at least she knew, with him, she was safe. thought the walls might close in and they only really had so much time for themselves now, didn't they. before reality struck, like cinderella's clock come midnight. it doesn't escape her how her chest tightens, her heart skipping beats when he walks into the room, and looks at her as if he saw every part of her.

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

the smile she wears is giddy, girlish. "and what would you say if i was about to say the SAME THING to you?" forgive her, most likely, because he always did. the kindness of him, despite the particular cruelty of the world, was what drove her nearer to him, wanting then to be better by the light of his influence, but now? hands frame at the sides of his face, unabashed for who might spot them at this hour. "my pretty, pretty boy. you know i love you, right?"

- @spllledwlne

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five times confessed :

5 times ... meme ( accepting ) + @dcmination // dred ( five times the receiver confessed a secret or feeling to the sender )

She's new here, this teacher with the icy hair and the charming smile - a witch, she says, a witch with formidable power, she's told. And while she doesn't really care much for the more human staff, she's... trying to be nice. Since Lulu asks her so nicely. And she imagines in her lifetime that she's probably met many mortals that come and go, but she can tell from the instant that she meets her that Dred, Dred is going to be fun - which she tells her as much over those first glasses of wine they share in Lulu's office, one leg curling over the other, shooting her a look when asked about if she thinks she'll last - it's kind of a daring thing to see her ask about it in the first place so directly. "I have a feeling you're going to be just fine. Why do I also feel that you coming here has a touch of DESTINY to it? Oh who knows, I was never very good at divining the future."

Marceline isn't sure when things change. Like the feelings, and the... whatever. She likes to think that these things don't really matter because... they're not going to last long, will they. Because that's the harsh truth, that's just how it is, and why immortals tended towards their own. IT'S JUST EASIER. But one day when it's the two of them and they're out on the town and Marceline has her there by the wrist to pull her in for a dance, she knows that something is different. She knows that she's in trouble, and maybe that's a confession for too much red wine and leaning there into the other's arms. "I think I like you more than I should-" the slurring trip at the tip of her tongue. "And worse, I think you like me enough to let me."

Feeding on her for the first time is... heaven. Or worse, it's like something that she could overindulge on, something that she could give her for. It'd be easy... so easy to do too much, to feed back to her, her own blood. To do what Erandi did with so much more ease than Marceline ever had. It's the wrong kind of thing for her to think about because the truth was that maybe she'd mind it A LOT if this was all their time together. She even tells her once, her fingers shifting through all that blue. "... If you asked me, I'd think about it." teeth gnawing at her bottom lip, worried for the weight of it. "And I almost hate that because I always told myself I'd never do that."

"What if I said I've been in love, probably 10 times in my life," you live a thousand years, you learn that love takes all kinds of shapes, and happens in so many ways. Love is like, more than the romantic. She learns that from the first person who really acts like a father towards her. But she counts those things because it's what teaches her what to look for, her concern all WRAPPED UP in how tense things have been lately, how you never know what time you really have to say something, share it earnestly. "... but you know, it never makes it less lovely. Like. And maybe it's hasty to say this but I'm glad I have this opportunity, with you. For it to mean something."

Oh how sorry she was ; but Dred had been dying. And what was she supposed to do? It's not supposed to be like this, and really, she knows better, even if the selfish, awful part of her takes contentment in knowing that now, well... now, there was no DENYING IT. Dred was now immortal, a thing like her, a vampire, made new by the queen herself... and Marceline, when bent over her, holding her close as she felt the other woman twitch with new life, could only apologise. "I shouldn't... I shouldn't have done this- Dred, I..." she knows better, and yet...when push came to shove, she couldn't do it, couldn't let go when it counted the most.

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“ you’re not doing this alone. ” rab to marlie 👌

fear street part one meme ( accepting ) + @theslytherin-elite // rabastan

He catches her when he’s not meant to be there - Marlene, passing off documents to Alice, old friends she’s SWORN to him that she no longer sees. Marlene, playing it off as if she really was here to claim to this new life, new world, that they’re setting up. Him with his Dark Mark and her with her arranged marriage waiting for her, but he’s always suspected something was off, hasn’t he? Ever since the start, and now she’s shaking as he closes the door, looking at her, drawn solemn and still.

                “ you’re not doing this alone. ”

"That’s easy for you to say.” there’s something wickedly sharp in her tone, head turning with a frown so precise she could cut lines in that pale flesh of hers, a wonder that the edge of her lipstick, cast so red, so blaringly so, didn’t drip blood from it. “You’re the one that STILL HAS A PLACE TO GO. You’ve never once stood up for me, in all the years we’ve been doing this. This... this bloody back and forth dance of ours. In all these years, you’ve let your absolute cad of a brother humiliate me, and drag my name, and you, with the same mouth that always begs, Rodolphus, Rodolphus, come and kiss me after and pretend that we’re on the same side, and I hate it. And sometimes I hate you because of it. Because you don’t get it. You don’t understand. And I am going to die if someone finds out this secret, and death, I’ve heard, is very fucking lonely, so don’t you stand there and tell me that I am not alone, because I am, and I will continue to be so because even though I love you, you’ve never loved me enough to do anything to stand for what’s mattered in my life.”

Only then does she stop to TAKE A BREATH, fingers curving through her hair as she turned away from him, needing to collect herself from everything that her nerves have frayed down to the wire. Realizing perhaps too late that she may have endangered herself ever more by telling him anything close to her truth, turning with her wand out, knowing to be at the ready, for he’d be as likely to turn her in, as he was to kiss her with that lying mouth of his. “Don’t. Don’t make me. Because I will. Because this needs to have been worth something. So please. Don’t go tattling to your brother dearest. We both know I won’t live if you do.”

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[ UNSENT ]:     a letter written for the recipient, but which the writer ultimately never sends for reasons that the writer conceals, or may reveal within the letter itself. / sirus & marlene

letter prompts ( accepting ) + @liiabilities // sirius

sirius -

we’re almost ready to launch into our lives. seventh year! we used to feel it was so far away, but it’s already here. all at once. with tomorrow posing a whole brand new world. do you feel we were protected here? i do. reality feels kind of terrifying, with everything our families are doing now. it’s all this awful thing where everything we’ve come to learn here at hogwarts... it’s all going to mean nothing, isn’t it? unless we do something. and.... privately? i am.

you’d be disappointed though, i think. because i’ve been asked to do something i don’t want to do, but will, because... it’s not about what i want anymore. dumbledore has asked me to go back to my family. i’ll be feeding information back, but i can’t help but be scared. i don’t want to be back with them, and all that thinking, i don’t want to have to lean back into dinner parties and fraught conversation, how close minded these people all are but... who else would he ask? you’ve been burned and cast out. my parents still think this all a phase. i want to save lives, but i think the cost will be mine. i don’t want this. but i must.

i won’t be able to see you publicly anymore, or lily, or emmeline, or anybody. he’s asked me to strictly communicate through a broker for information, and i feel this will be lonely, and empty. how much will i be missing? of our friends, our chosen families? marriages, moments, everything will slip through my fingers, and i’m resentful for it. i don’t know who else to tell. but it will be worth it, won’t it? for people like lily and james to marry and live freely. this is for them. right?

you were right. not everyone meets their soulmate at 15. but we met far sooner, and maybe it’s terrible timing, but i wish we’d had enough time to really come to understand if it would have been something. you’re insufferable. but you’re wonderful, too. i’m sorry it took something like this for me to tell you. 

i wonder too, if we’ll even be alive by the end of this. people are dying, people are disappearing... i think i have to ready myself for that potential truth. and if i die, i’m sorry we didn’t have the chance to know what we could have been. but i know no matter what, you will be fantastic. you will be extraordinary, the same way i’ve always seen you. you have that in you. do not let this war wear you out and down. please. no matter what happens, continue to push. this will be worth it.

never yours, - marlene

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[  INTERRUPT  ]  for  your  muse  to  interrupt  my  muse  talking  by  kissing  them  / sirius to marlene

for the mood meme ( accepting ) + @liiabilities // sirius

Playing hard to get seems to be their style. The run, the chase, the wanting, and the NEVER REALLY SAYING, even if it’s always been there at the tips of their tongues. Maybe they feel the denial’s what makes the taste, ever sweeter, but the reality is that they both have their own sense of pride and reputation to uphold. Perhaps that ego was what left them all the poorer, but she knew at the least what it did to her, how she held on fiercely to the idea of not being the one that caves first, for whatever stubbornness that exists within her. The same that feeds him, the boy that’s always caught in the act, too many eyes, who she doesn’t feel any fire to compete, for, she only wants what’s hers, and hers alone.

They fight, they ignore each other and cast fleeting glances in each other’s direction, like it’s a natural extension of their rivalry, the kind that they never SPEAK ABOUT, and dismiss as casually as they come together. No feelings means, nobody’s getting hurt, but playing with fire just seems like the kind of dare that they went in for, double, dared, fatality. They’ll fight and throw hurtful words like it’s nothing, how when she’s breathless and caught up in regrets, she still things that this is the best thing about them. How every part of her feels flushed with the rush, up until he’s off with someone else, and she’s got her face buried in a book, or the neck of some other wizard or witch, determined not to let him keep her from a good time, or a temporary distraction.

And then there’s the kind of fights that she never understands. Or maybe she closes her eyes against it, how when someone dumps her in Seventh, he beats them up with a viciousness that doesn’t become him. How she yells and gets in the way, asking what’s your bloody problem, an audience that leads them both to disperse. Until he’s sputtering, breathless, looking at her with dark eyes that reflect the moon, and she’s caught slipping, staring just a little bit too long when the words tumble out, almost as if by accident, the sort of LOSING GAME that they’ve been trying to dodge this whole time. “It’s because I like you, Marlene.”

And at first she wants to say, you’re joking me, right? Because he’s fucking Sirius Black and she’s bloody Marlene McKinnon, and they hate each other, don’t they - they roll eyes and get screwed and flip each other off and try to get the last word in, but this, this is not meant to be apart of this, even as she’s choking on the words as they come, but he doesn’t LET THEM FALL, already closing that gap between them. He seals it all with a kiss, confessions there on the tip of his tongue and making sure he shreds what denial might slip between the cracks, and before she knows to stop herself, her arms have wound about his neck, that pull that presses him closer, with that intimacy that she feels, between the roar in her ears, that light electric that sparks inside her chest, through her veins.

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“ you’re not doing this alone. ”  // Marlene from Bev

fear street part one meme ( no longer accepting ) + @brokenegoed // beverly

The smoke cigarettes behind the school, the way they used to when they were kids. They don’t talk a lot about the past, no, not when so much has changed and warmed about the present. In good ways. In strange ways. That’s the way they described GROWING UP in a place like this. Small towns have a way of making it feel as if they were the only things in the whole wide world, that there was no escaping it, until you did. Though she supposes that she had the benefit of transferring in, the international somebody, until she just became the girl with the accent, the girl who chainsmoked too much and could do a kegstand. It’s funny. What people choose to remember.

             “ you’re not doing this alone. ”

Marlene sighs, a noisy thing within her lungs, shooting Beverly a half-worn smile. “I can’t believe we’re back here. But you’re right.” reunions were strange things, awful things. And they were grown up, but in some ways, left SO MUCH of themselves behind in the places that defined them, and for the two of them, that meant this place. “I’m just lucky we have each other, aren’t I? I’d hate to go waltzing in on my own. Too strange, even now. Do you remember how we used to be hall pass buddies?” the two of them laughing, arms linked, long hallways that always shone, even if the walls felt a little bit grimy, sweaty, painted over. “Shall we?” an arm crooked, for Bev to take. “Like old times?”

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“i guess i should go. the party’s done, and i’m no fun.” ( marlene ! )

guts! the meme ( no longer accepting ) + @dear1nsanity // ezra

for a strange boy, met under strange circumstance... his company isn't HALF BAD. it's like some unspoken deal, where, why not see where the rest of this goes? at the worst, the cost is lost time, she thinks, and she's got a little to burn in a place like this, on a man like him. so what if he's stolen a few chips, the night isn't quite over yet, and honestly... she's had enough of a hell of a night to know when to accept whatever odd company that she could get, knowing that she'd make for like at the moment.

it's 3 am, and they watch as the club kids flood the streets, looking for ubers, flashing phones, flashing colours, disappearing in a clattering of heels and boys groaning and nursing sore stomachs. there's pitched fights and people coming, going, from in front of that little slope of a shop cart. and marlene's smoking skinny parliaments, as they talk about everything, and absolutely nothing at all. call it the ONLY CAUTION she seems to hold, before she realizes, she doesn't even know his name.

“i guess i should go. the party’s done, and i’m no fun.”

by now, her eyes burn, bloodshot through the blue, knowing he's probably right in this, yawning with that belated exhaustion that she's likely been riding for hours now. there ISN'T ENOUGH liquor in her to make her feel as invincible as she wants to feel right now, tongue licking slick at her bottom lip, half thoughtful. "the party's been over for hours, now." she points out, and even if she doesn't know his name, and even if he thinks he's no fun... "... why not come home with me, then?"

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[ steal ] sender steals a bite of receiver’s food. ( marlene ! )

domestic intimacy meme ( no longer accepting ) + @dear1nsanity // ezra

dirty blonde hair spills hapless from her attempted ponytail; a slur of words, lipstick stained around the edge of her pint glass, blue eyes no longer steely with resolve when they meet the gaze of DISAPPOINTMENT that radiates off of her best friend, even as the glass slides away, her palm in between them to keep her from another drink. “lishhhhhen.” there’s a sternness there that hardly fits to her slurring voice, thickened with the liquor she’s consumed. “i’m fine. fine! we’re all bloody... fine! aren’t we!”

the bar’s still loud, friday night hedonism sticking closely to the theme - vodka soaks the floor and leaves it sticky, and now, so is she, as she looks, pleading, with her friend, glance falling back to the glass within her grasp. of all people, she UNDERSTANDS why she needs this. why be so cruel as to tear away at the pages that help to paper up the horror show within? “sorry. i know.... it was hard for you to come out.” hates how soft her voice gets, disgusted with the weakness in it. how must she just wants to black out and be carted off in the direction of home. “won’t james be mad?”

lily, with her fairytale ending... she didn’t need to be getting out at this hour to drag old schoolmates back to their flats, not now. “m’sorry...” the BUMBLING mess of words, colliding within her mouth. “i just...” it was all just too much. watching everyone grow up around her, and the way they're drifting apart. marlene wasn't even sure that she really loved the direction her life was going in. how was she supposed to keep her head above the water like this?

lily eventually leaves her. and she feels a bit sorry for herself, doesn't she? a witch in an unexpected position, leaning back so that she could press a cigarette to her lips, smoking outside of the chips stand that she's made a but from. she can feel the beer sticking to the bottom of her shoes, and the night that's going to make her feel regretful, and when THIS MAN appears, she almost isn't sure what to say. that sudden pause where he's rather brazenly chomping down on the fry that he's stolen met with a sudden laugh from her. the first, she realises, in days. "... you know, usually a man gives me his name first, before making hands at my food." her voice drawls, edges blunted beneath the influence of alcohol. "or are you not a gentleman at all? you're lucky i've had such a shite day and i'm feeling generous, is all i've to say on it."

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smash or pass ( from sabrina to marlene bc chaos and sexy witches 👀 )

send smash or pass for an honest reaction ( accepting ) + @awalkoflife // sabrina

nobody's really ever asked her that - but leave it to the american to be so crude, so directly FORWARD despite herself. or perhaps in spite of it, knowing how brash she was as the one chosen to be none other than hell's own bride, whatever that was to mean. marlene's busy hands, that occupied themselves beneath the telling crush of paper, pause - blue eyes pale and piercing into sabrina's own, the blonde's confidence there, to be sure...

and isn't that what she LIKED THE MOST about her? tongue tracing along her lower lip before marlene's leaning back from within her seat, as if the library itself with which they sat in was but a backdrop to their own story. for now? it ought to serve its purpose well, the hush adding to the gravitas and the way this all sticks out. "smash makes it sound like such an awfully violent thing, doesn't it." semantics, marlene, her lips curving dangerous. "i think we could find a way to make it sound far more sensual than that, don't you?"

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[ WRAP ] sender wraps receiver up in a blanket. ( remus & marlene )

domestic intimacy meme ( no longer accepting ) + @spllledwlne // remus

sometime she just... misses him. the undercover work has her torn from the people she loves wasn't enough, it seems like. that it places her amongst a DEN OF VIPERS is really what defines it all. that every movement is being watched ; all suspicious of her yet, due to her rather unexpected return to the fold. who would think that none other than marlene mckinnon would take to the knee for the dark lord after her loudly rebellious years at hogwarts? few did... and because of that, she had much to do to appease those around her.

which meant it was a rarified thing to be be able to see those that she loved. truly, rather than the falsities that she put on, the airs that were now meant to define her day to day. she was, at the end of it, the one with pure blood and good breeding and a family that could ELEVATE HER the way that the order needed her to be. and for that, she'd do anything, wouldn't she? marlene, throwing her life away for those who had little other choice. but still... god. what was remus up to? her heart hurts. as does her head, as she leans into her desk, working a job within the ministry that she loathed, but gave her the access she needed to information for the order, and better yet, gave her parents reason to allow her back into their home.

she almost lurches alive from within her seat when a blanket is wrapped about her shoulders. nobody should be here, her blue eyes wild when glancing back over her shoulder, fearful of who just might be there waiting for her. looking for her to slip, gaze levelling on remus's face. and while there's an innate relief that flooded within her heart, paranoia strings itself within her chest, clutching the blanket tighter about them. "... what are YOU doing here?" it could be someone faking it, it could be just a trick! someone looking to see if she'd crack for the illusion of her schoolgirl boyfriend, teeth dragging at her bottom lip as he flashed a hand signal that was for them, and them alone.

only then did she feel her features CRACK beneath it, moving forwards to abandon that blanket, arms wrapped around him tight. breathing in that familiar scent of him, hiding a smile there against his neck. "how did you get in? and when can you do it again?" already all too happy to find some small sense of home in the moment, when she truly craved it the most.

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❛  don’t get attached.  ❜ — The Weird Sisters for Marlene!

feeling things meme ( no longer accepting ) + @cosmicacy // the weird sisters

things were RATHER DIRE back home, weren't they? a different position that felt devestating in the way that you knew something terrible was unwinding. that the friendships and people she'd grown up caring about, were the ones now pushed and at risk. coming to the academy of unseen arts had never been something that she'd thought would happen at the heights of hysteria, but clearly she'd underestimated the level of care her parents had put into things...

or maybe they don't like the idea of getting their own hands dirty, as was becoming more strictly required by those that they loved to rub elbows with on the regular. funny thing, that, they hadn't expected to have to bloody their own consciousnesses in the act of it. happy to close their eyes against the obvious until it all cut in a little too close for denial to make for a CONVINCING COVER STORY. but here she finds herself trying to adjust to new circumstances, and new situations - and worse, new girls with new rules that she's only now getting to understand.

❛  don’t get attached.  ❜

the sisters three stand in front of her with a particular look on their face, the other three exchanging glances. don't get attached. don't get comfortable. she understands THE IMPLICATION of what's being said, eyes rolling as she met their scoffing expressions dead on. "i don't know what you'd think was so incredible about this stepped up little down, but honestly, i don't think there's a terrible amount for you to be worried about for this. it's exhausting just trying to keep up with all the petty garbage you've wrapped yourself up in. now. do you have any other words of wisdom you want to share?"

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[ PAMPER ] sender does receiver’s makeup // marlene

domestic intimacy meme ( no longer accepting ) + @depictedblue // cassie

girls who know, know that in cheer, there's a sense of shared responsibility. like making sure they had bobby pins where they needed to be, or that their glitter was right, pulled event through the hair and along the cheekbones. it's WAR PAINT, it's a declaration - and they go to battle on friday nights when the teams face off on the green. and sure. one might say that the boys were the entertainment, but really, there were more that came to see them do what they had to, vaulted and glorious, tossing and jumping. she's never felt more alive and more strong than she did out there.

cassie joins the squad at 10th year. marlene, the little flier before, has grown too lanky and long now, knowing she's not at the bottom of the pyramid with her frame as it is, but no longer there at the top, either. top girl goes for smaller girls with bird bones and emaciated figures, and THE LOCKER ROOM cries the way that they do sometimes when trying to make those gummy thighs tuck right when out on the mat.

cassie breezes in with maddy perez, dangerous, the both of them. all angles and curves and really, hard to throw, but she was meant to do the throwing she thinks. the both of them used to practices on week nights and weekends spent ruining themselves to the rhythm of the newest routine, she's just glad that they don't hate each other the way that it works out, sometimes. less cat fights, more... moments like this. where cassie leans in, helping to paint her liner stark along her lids. "THANKS," there's a smile there that flickers. "want me to do you next?" because cassie was always a beautiful girl but out there? she knew, she didn't need marlene's touch to make her shine.

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“ i fell on some glass. ” — Dorcas for Marlene?

fear street part one meme ( no longer accepting ) + @cosmicacy // dorcas

“ i fell on some glass. ”

"you fell on some what?" and she knows it can't be true ; those scraped up palms and the cuts that show. something else has happened, and for some reason... her red-headed friend isn't interested in telling her why. now, this school wasn't without ITS MYSTERIES, or problems... but often, it went hand in hand with danger, and as such, she had a creeping feeling that the other girl, in absence of her other sisters, had managed to land herself in quite the predicament.

with a tongue THAT CLICKS, and a sigh that follows, she only leans back, easing from her seat to the edge of what was dorcas' bed, motioning to the other girl to lift the hem of her skirt, to where her knee, objectively, did not look as if it had encountered glass. it was more like teeth and claws and - well.

she somehow doubts the other girl was in the mood for a little astute observation from her, instead starting with cleaning it as best she could. no ask needed, it was just... WHAT YOU DID for those you cared for, wasn't it? there's a spell for this, and marlene just wants to be sure that she isn't watching her get an infection before it all can get to work. "want to tell me where you fell on this glass, so that we can make sure others can avoid it?"

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" one apology's all all you're getting. "

inception meme ( no longer accepting ) + @alldaddy // odin

He tells her to come ; and honestly, she kind of WANTS TO. That's the problem, isn't it? Especially if he's at the helm of something in the name of his father, or the family. It's easy to understand when she's grown up with it, but wasn't that something that she's been trying to avoid? The empty houses, the time spent apart that never really could be fully accounted for, and at least on the side of her own parents, their own wayward affairs that they covered up with their long hours and absentee lifestyles.

But Odin's never been like that. It's just... complicated. And she hates that she feels the urge, when she's spent SO MUCH TIME building up her own career and space. Thinking then that she's gone on to break the expectations of their childhood, only to feel all those feelings rushing back like a fever, struck, when she saw him again. Didn't he know what he was doing to her? The both of them, texting during it all, when she thinks she's slipped and said she missed him, frustrated with herself. I'm mad at you for leaving, she'd say, wanting to toss her phone until she hears a knock, stopped dead within her tracks when it's none other than him on the other side.

" one apology's all all you're getting. "

Laughter erupts, and she's got him all wrapped up within her arms as she pulls him inside. Part of her still finding it funny how much he remembers and comes back to all these places, leaning in to kiss him warmer, smoothing her fingers through his hair as she leaned up into his height. "Then I'LL TAKE IT." knowing just how much it would have taken for him to slip out early from these types of obligations, and knowing what it meant that he'd find himself willing to do so for her, on a night like this for no reason at all other than wanting to spend time where they could make it.

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[redemptioninterlude]

" i'm going to jump. and you're coming with me. " (marlene)

inception meme ( accepting ) + @alldaddy // odin

Shoulders are lax, she thinks maybe she's GOING INTO THIS FAST. It's hard not to when nostalgia makes for a hell of a drug. Part of her isn't even sure what this was supposed to mean... isn't he the one with work, and she's the one playing local politics, and there's a terrible amount of back and forth in terms of all of the things that they're meant to consider, and yet here he is. Telling her that things are complicated with his father and he's going to go back, but that she matters and just... he's on the way, and Marlene's just trying to allow herself a moment of calm just to think about it for a moment.

Getting swept up in those feelings like when they'd been kids just fooling around trying to understand themselves and each other. Like what it felt like to hold hands and kiss someone for the first time, and then he's just GONE one day. And it's just one of those things that she has to accept, something that she has to carry on with her like a wound. But like any, it heals over... she learns the value of loving and holding a distance, it's supposed to mean something, so why... why is it that it feels good when he's here with her, it's like... he never disappeared in the first place? And why is it that she wants to beleive him when he says he's coming back this time?

" i'm going to jump. and you're coming with me. "

Part of her wants to laugh about it. Because how could he promise that, left looking at him with that half smile that's supposed to hold firm to the line that she'd LONG DRAWN for herself specifically because of him. So why does she want this so fucking badly? Clipped English niceties doing nothing to help what the heart longs for, tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth. "... am I really? What about what I'm doing here? My life? My... whatever. Is this a leap of faith thing? If yes then... just prove it to me. Come back. Make it happen. That's our jump. And that's what I want."

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[redemptioninterlude]

[ confession ]  to confess romantic feelings to my muse (cassie & marlene)

valentines day prompts ( accepting ) + @killjoysanonymous // cassie

Cassie's at the cafe today - ready to work, the whole place done up for the event. Streamers and hearts, pink and reds, it's a WHOLE AFFAIR, isn't it. And it looks so good with Cassie at the heart of it all, because there she stands, in her soft girl everything and her fiery feminine rage. It's all the things that she loved best about her.

Marlene takes a seat there to order a hot chocolate, something to SIP ON as she waits for her shift to end. That she's all dressed prim with a ribbon in her hair and of course it's not easy. She knows that she's broken up with that boyfriend of hers, that she never liked. He always had an air about him back at school, she'd say. Who'd dunk on others for not living to his expectation, rather than feeling that everything one might yet have their own paths to carve.

And there's something there left to the side of the saucer when it's dropped off. Candy hearts, how sweet! Only, there's a few for her, one of them too asking the standard. BE MINE. LOVE U. But it's what's powdered in atop the hot chocolate that makes her pause - where it says, NO, REALLY, that she knows. Oh. Oh. With a breathlessness that has her gaze raising sharply to meet Cassandra's own, something bursting warm within her chest as she motioned for her to come nearer, already up on two feet. "Is this really for me?" to hope beyond daring to hope.

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