Quotetober!

day four

Evelyn cut herself off when she noticed the steady rise and fall of his chest, and her plastered on smile became a real one. The tadpole had fallen asleep. Typical. She shook her head and chuckled, drawing her knees to her chest and looking toward the horizon, which was beginning to glow with the light of the sun. "We're a mess, aren't we?"

Somehow, listening to the sound of his breathing and watching the sunrise, she didn't mind all that much.
— Evelyn Sparrow, we are drifting on a deep sea

october fourth, a warm and fuzzy moment

i missed it yesterday but this moment meant. so much to me. i don't know if it counts as warm and fuzzy if they're being rude to each other, but that's part of their love language so give them some slack. quoting some of nyte's post too for context uwu

"You're right," ... "You're not my fucking problem."

He emphasizes the words with bandages around her knuckles, touch achingly gentle and far too careful. He feels trapped, like he's peeled his skin back from his bones and forced her to look at something he'd never meant for anyone to see.

"But let's pretend you are. Just until I'm done with this."

...

Leo Pierce kneels in front of you and tends to your hands like they're his own mess, and all he looks like to you is an exposed wire. A better person would fix him, twist him back together and leave him whole and healthy, but you can't help it.

You hiss between your back teeth when he dabs alcohol against the wound, shift your hips forward until your knees knock right into his torso. "Don't come crying to me when you regret that choice," you say through gritted teeth, though really it's not the pain that has your shoulders tensed.

It's that you're going to let him make your messes his problem. You're going to let him.

"I'm a horrible shoulder to cry on."

w ripley sloane in more trouble than it's worth

day seven

The rain stole the heat from the air, leaving a distinct chill that raised goosebumps on her arms. It started off as a misting, the kind that was sweet and kind and gentle, but it didn't last. (Sweet, kind, gentle things never do.) Soon enough the patter of big raindrops fell like tears upon the roof of Sycamore house.
— Lilith Sycamore, a heart like yours

day eight

She wanted to be with Delta and Ezero and Basil because they didn’t know, because they almost seemed to care.

And maybe because she liked them. Just a little.
— Danny Brooker, your friends are gone, and your friends won't come

day nine

"I think," she said after a long moment, picking up a fry and dipping it in the frosty pinkness, "it's like this, see? This milkshake is really delicious. I'm really, really enjoying it. So why should I worry about if I exist or not if this milkshake is really damn good? I should be focused on that, not worrying about other things. And - " she was on a roll now, or at least she felt like she was " - so what if we don't exist? It's not like we can help it one way or the other. But for the record, I think you do."
— Evelyn Sparrow, 24hrs 7 days a week

day ten

Perhaps if she had all her clothes on she might question the situation, but with a boy lying on the ground of the girl's bathroom while she had her shirt off she could do nothing but try to keep the panic at bay. She was so startled that she actually stumbled back into the wall, eyes round. "What - " she scrambled for the right reaction. None of the propriety she'd been raised into had prepared her for this kind of situation. Now struggling to hide both her bruises and her body, she felt her face heating up rapidly. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
— Danny Brooker, even if you were upside down

day twelve

(Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?)

(The world’s a huge thing.)

She remembers the harsh, cold fear cutting through her sharper than any weapon at the sight of them attacking him. For Severus Ward, she is afraid of the things she would do.
— Aurora La Chance-Brooker, bloodbath; quotes from Othello, by William Shakespeare