#ii. STARDUST MEMORIES ( annabelle : ic )

[hatilead]

             HEART BLEEDS FOR THE MAN HE HAS BECOME          ;          the man who wears the shadow of their father like armour and does not complain about the burden tied to his ankle in the shape of hungry mouths to feed .       it is not envy ,     but neither is it far from it .        ARMS CROSSED AS A GREETING          (       even when heart is happy to see him home safe and sound .     )          ❝    william .   ❞     a greeting which sounds too stern ,       too rough ,     too impersonal .       but there are eyes watching           /          and even sharper tongues waiting near the docks . 

❝  mother is waiting .     you will do her the pleasure of coming home ,     will you not    ?    ❞      eyebrow arched .       knowing well enough that none of them have the courage to stay away from home and hearth for too long .          FAMILY ,       AFTER ALL ,       ALWAYS RETURNS HOME ONE WAY OR ANOTHER     .         ❝   and if not for mother ,      victoria has done nothing but talk about how excited she is to see you again .      business with your captain ,      or whatever it is you do here ,     can    wait   .    ❞

          @willixmbush​      /       pls william she’s missed you. 

#willixmbush #ii. STARDUST MEMORIES ( annabelle : ic ) #ii. BUT THIS IS ANOTHER RETELLING OF THE SAME OLD STORY ( verse : canon ) #let her violently dot on you !

[hatilead]

          𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒        of history pinned to crumbling walls       ;         traced by fingertips in order to preserve ,      to prevail in winds strong enough to sweep away ships out to see .        there is longing in these bones still    -     no matter how many monsoons came with the intention to wipe it away .         THE HUNGRY WILL PREVAIL     .         with clever mind and clouded hearts ,       but by God ,      prevail they shall  .         room is dimly lit ,    flicker of candles enough to make shadows dance among the darkness ,      yet not enough to properly estimate how much blood there is lingering ‘pon sleeves of the good doctor .        blood and dirt have a tendency to seem similar in low light after all .  

❝   rigged fight    ?       or simple unfortunate luck    ?   ❞     songbird with clipped wings rises from seat in the corner ,      smiles alike scheming cat           /           does not delight in the art of twirling skirts like sisters ,          nothing but a ghost of past dreams and future longing .         ETERNAL ,     EVEN IN TWISTED WORRY     .         hand outstretched ,     palm towards the roof above ,    flex of fingers a silent request to     come  .       ❝   let me clean that up for you ,   sir .  ❞ 

           @pasthauntings​    /    didn’t ask for this but is getting it anyway    (  for howell because well now you got me thinking about them  !    )    

#pasthauntings #pasthauntings / howell #once again i am outing myself as a sun simp #ii. STARDUST MEMORIES ( annabelle : ic ) #ii. MAYBE I DON'T KNOW THAT MUCH / BUT I HAVE SEEN THE STARS AND I KNOW WE'RE HOME ( verse : undecided )

[hatilead]

           no one asked for this but uhh   ....      ANNABELLE BUSH        oldest bush sister tag drop   ! 

#xxviii. GRIEF OF THE MOTHER / STRENGTH OF THE DAUGHTER ( annabelle : visage ) #xxviii. FOOTSTEPS WASHED AWAY BY THE SHORE ( annabelle : study ) #xxviii. STARLIGHT FOUND : HOMEWARD BOUND ( annabelle : headcanon ) #ii. STARDUST MEMORIES ( annabelle : ic )