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open } { oh i could hide 'neath the wings of the bluebird as she sings
[ Things you need to know before you ever, ever tag Sophie Wilder, in very particular order:
1.) She has two overprotective supernatural hunter brothers that look like they're built out of stone, one of whom you may have already seen sulking around the boat, destroying one sandbag at a time.
2.) She has an equally protective and at times ornery guardian angel.
3.) She may or may not also be in possession of anpsychotic extremely morally questionable vampire ex-boyfriend. You thought Damon Salvatore was trouble.
You have been warned.
Anyhoo, she's going to end up exploring every inch of the boat; at the very least, as much of it as she can. Sophie is in the process of opening doors, curious to see what's inside the countless rooms making up one of the hallways. Each and every room has a different theme. Are you already in this room when she stumbles on it? Or do you get swept into the room along with her? Do you want to choose what this room contains or do you want to risk Ella picking for you?
We just don't know yet. ]
1.) She has two overprotective supernatural hunter brothers that look like they're built out of stone, one of whom you may have already seen sulking around the boat, destroying one sandbag at a time.
2.) She has an equally protective and at times ornery guardian angel.
3.) She may or may not also be in possession of an
You have been warned.
Anyhoo, she's going to end up exploring every inch of the boat; at the very least, as much of it as she can. Sophie is in the process of opening doors, curious to see what's inside the countless rooms making up one of the hallways. Each and every room has a different theme. Are you already in this room when she stumbles on it? Or do you get swept into the room along with her? Do you want to choose what this room contains or do you want to risk Ella picking for you?
We just don't know yet. ]
wow you are super rude :|
sophie looks away as though she is seeking to hide it, but she isn't all that effective in her attempt. her arms fold further across her chest, as though she is trying to huge herself, hating the way her eyes feel warm with tears and the way her throat tightens with a lump that's as grievous as it's angry. because she is still so angry at him.
and she has tried to lash out with that anger in many ways, as many she can think of. one would think she'd be empty of it now, but she's not. she always ends up right back where she started, hurt and betrayed and missing him in spite of herself.
what kind of person is she that she can love him still, after everything? ]
Johnny -
[ she's preparing herself to say it. she is forcing herself to say it and really mean it, but they both know better. she doesn't look at him still, but that doesn't make her words any less honest - it just means it's hard. ] What I want is impossible. I can't trust you anymore. I may still love you, but it's not like it was before. It's tainted.
[ all of it. and more importantly: ] I need us both to let go. [ it's not about what she wants anymore. it's about what she knows is best. and that's not each other. ]
wow no you are the worst
the muscles-- the muscles in his arms and his whole body are as tense as can be, and he can't breathe. he can't fucking breathe at all.
jesus.
he is tense and trembling with it as he stares at her because he fucking knows she means the words, and if she means the words, then what the hell even fucking matters anymore? nothing.
nothing matters anymore.
nothing fucking matters.]
Then you won't see me again.
[it's said like a promise
like a goodbye.
everything shatters all at once and he feels everything and nothing and everything and everything and EVERYTHING
and he needs to turn back time and he needs her to be his and the only way he can think to do that-- his hands tremble as they reach for her, they become fists (there is a violence and a hunger and
no. no no no no.
no.),
and then he is gone.]
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