elissahcrt
she rings like a bell through the night
there was a girl in yellow.
a girl who brought warmth and joy and color to so many greyscale lives,
who gave them a light to see when they couldn’t,
gave them brightness in their darkness,
gave them hope.
14 posts
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Last Seen Blogs
itsdivyareddy-blog
Untitled
nguyenanhduonggo88
Nguyễn Ánh Dương
kemmipanda
Unica Hija
sasin1301
It's a brand new start.
naha-agnes
salty™
Text
scarlettxburns:
“Trust me, I take worse falls off a stage at work.“ She said with a giggle.
"that so?“ her brow quirked, head tilting to the side.
"guess that’d make ya a performer'a some sort, wouldn’t it?”
"what kinda stage we talkin’ ‘bout here?“
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
hcvefcith:
“yes, i’m fine. i just-” her speedy, panicked voice begged to differ, and it was only a moment before her dramatics took over.
“okay, yes. i’m slightly stressed. i have
this test in my summer class tomorrow
and my brother was supposed to
watch the family shop but now he
can’t and i’ll have no time to
studying,” she said in what seemed
like one breath
a laugh slipped past elissa's lips, her hand quickly moving to muffle the sound. however her lips remained in the shape of a smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
"sorry, i don't mean'ta laugh at ya or anythin'," she chuckled under her breath, hand falling back to her side. "that's jus' quite the predicament, huh?" she paused for a moment, features twisting in thought as she searched for a solution.
"well, why not study when there aren't any customers 'round?"
"y’know? give yourself somethin' to do when things get slow."
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
vviildcard:
You killed her. You did. You tied her up ‘n burned it down ‘n killed her.
She s c r e a m e d .
—— B A N G !
Stella jolted and spun, hitting away the arm of the woman who
touched her shoulder.
“ What? ” she snapped, before her face softened.
Of course it’s a cop.
“ Sorry. ”
her hand retracted with a start, elissa taking a swift half-step away from the woman. mossy hues glinted with worry, her lips curling upwards into a small smile as stella snapped back to the present.
“don’t worry ‘bout it.“ she quickly dismissed her apology, ponytail bouncing with the shake of her head. "i didn’t mean'ta sneak up on you like that. you just looked… lost or somethin’, is all."
perhaps that wasn’t the most accurate way to describe the look that had previously reflected in stella’s eyes, but there was no polite way to tell a person that they looked haunted, last time elissa checked.
the weaver fire was just another one of bumfuck’s many tragic stories, but it was one the young officer knew well. she’d kept up with it through the headlines, even peeked at the file during one of her many late night practice sessions with cane.
no one in this town mourned the loss of deadbeat drunk, but even elissa felt the familiar pang of sympathy when she tried to imagine how one might feel losing their mother in such a brutal way.
"you alright?” she asked again, now that she had stella’s attention.
"couldn’t help but notice ya had that whole ‘thousand yard stare’ thing goin’ on.“
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
guhnah:
“we’ah open, i sweh’ah by it. yuh gotta pay no mind t’ the no
people in the bah. whadda’ya have fo’ah yuh auder?”
elissa’s eyes twinkled with surprise, her entire being perking up at the sight of a familiar face. “well fancy meetin’ you here.” she spoke with a laugh, the beginnings of a playful smirk painting itself across pink lips. “didn’t think i’d be seein’ ya on the outside of a cell this soon.”
she ordered a beer, watching levi curiously as he went through the motions of making her a drink. “so this is your place, hm?” the deputy asked, head cocking to the side. “i was beginnin’ to wonder who owned this joint.”
“would’a thought that charmin’ personality’a yours would have this place packed, gunner. what gives?”
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
scarlettxburns:
“Oh, yeah, I’m totally fine. I jus’ took ‘nother tumble s’all…“ She rubbed her head. “Jus’ hit hard this time s’all.“ She glanced down at the womans hand on her shoulder. “Ya really too concerned ‘bout it.“
“you sure ‘bout that?” a frown tugged the corners of her mouth downward, skepticism painted across her face. elissa remained unconvinced, giving her a quick once over, only removing her hand when she completely sure that the brunette was steady.
“looked like a pretty rough tumble to me.”
12 notes
·
View notes
Audio
Landslide playing from another room
Fleetwood Mac
29K notes
·
View notes
Text
“you alright?” her tone was gentle, soft and worried as concern etched itself into dainty features. elissa reached up, placing a small hand on their shoulder with a tender touch.
“don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re not lookin’ too hot.”
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
piphur:
“ i would kill for a tasty cobbler . ” the town was small enough that , after a few
years on the dusty roads , you could account for almost everyone . good thing
too , since piper always made it a point to know who was local law enforcement
and who wasn’t . it was a bit of a fail-safe , really . her name was elissa hart and
piper knew damn well that she shouldn’t be making C O B B L E R . the gender
stereotypes in the bass ackwards town were ridiculous
and , quite frankly , frustrating .
“ oh these aren’t mine , ” she smirked playfully , slowly placing a blackberry
between her teeth before letting it fall into her mouth . piper looked around ,
eyes searching for the woman who had left it alone not five minutes ago in
order to take her two complaining children to the bathroom . “ i’m WATCHING
it for someone . i’d take credit , but i couldn’t grow anything to save my life .
my talents lie … ELSEWHERE ; as i’m sure you’ve heard . ”
lifting up one of the smaller baskets of blackberries,
she smirked. “ would you like to try one , elissa ?? ”
“i’ve never had a knack for growin’ stuff like this either,” she admitted, attention momentarily captured by a bin of ripe peaches (her favorite). “tried to grow my own strawberries last year; damn things died ‘fore they even had the chance to blossom.” she huffed in faux frustration. “flowers’re easier, in my opinion.”
her brow quirked, surprise with a dash of skepticism etched into delicate features. “i’ve heard a few things, sure.” elissa nodded, watching the woman more intently than before. she hadn’t planned on mentioning it, figuring a good rule of thumb was to avoid topics such as one’s questionable career path. “everythin’ from con-artist to devil worshiper. the story changes each time i hear it.”
she laughed, more out of surprise than anything as her name fell from the brunette’s lips. “well i see there’s no need to introduce myself, hm?” elissa eyed her curiously, plucking a berry from the bin and popping it into her mouth. she chewed slowly, eyes narrowing a touch.
“piper, right?” she asked, the tart taste of blackberry coating her tongue. “was that your psychic intuition at play, or is this town jus’ smaller than i thought?”
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
svrafinawolfe:
Serafina sat on the bench outside of the East Baptist Church with Sweet Baby,her,hands weaving flowers together to form a crown while waiting for her next customer.“Morning!” The witch greeted whomever was walking her way. “Have you ever seen anything more beautiful than daisies? It’s like they’re a work of magic.” She said.
“can’t say that i have.”
a warm smile graced soft lips, elissa’s steps coming to a stop. she watched the woman’s fingers twist and bend, busily weaving a dainty crown right before her eyes. “daisies’re one’a my favorites,” the redhead bubbled, perching herself on the opposite end of the bench. “that an’ sunflowers. somethin’ about ‘em jus’ really lights up a room.”
her attention was momentarily taken by the dog, huskies not a common sight in a place like bumfuck. mostly it was huntin’ and fightin’ dogs, the occasional mutt mixed with god only knew what thrown in for good measure.
“she’s gorgeous,” elissa noted, eyeing the canine curiously. “we don’t see too many like that ‘round here — probably ‘cause of the heat, if i had to guess.”
“… she bite at all?”
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
piphur:
her skirt swayed with the WIND , a beautiful smile etched
across her features as she picked up a peach . the small market
had been put on by the CHURCH , stepford expressions
bleeding through each & every soccer mom as she tried desperately
to prove that HER organic fruits were better than the rest.
it all tasted the fucking SAME to her !!
her profession was questionable at best for most of the
RELIGIOUS folks in town . some thought she was blessed ,
while others thought she was cursed . it was a hazy line &
she often forgot which citizens liked her & which DIDN’T.
“ so what do we think ??
STRAWBERRIES or BLACKBERRIES ?? ”
days off were few and far between for elissa, the concept verging on foreign since the end of her misery as a waitress. the department usually had a few rookies attend these sort of things; more or less for the purpose of crowd control, but it was no secret that the uptick in violence had forced bumfuck to dip into its pockets for the sake of security.
luckily for elissa, that wasn’t her problem today.
“those blackberries look mighty temptin’.” she responded cheerily, tucking away a stray fiery strand. “gotta come up with somethin’ for a department luncheon, so i’m thinkin’ of makin’ a cobbler.” elissa looked up from the colorful bushels of fruit, a bright smile painting itself across pink lips.
she’d heard whispers about this one; the terms ‘witch’ and ‘devil’ most frequently thrown around by fellow churchgoers. she paid it no mind, elissa never buying into the tales of evil ghosts and demons and witches that haunted their very bayou. the deputy was a “don’t believe it ‘til you see it” kind of girl, and the only evil she’d seen always manifested in the form of people.
“you happen to grow any’a these?”
10 notes
·
View notes
Photo
The Lighthouse and the Whaler - I Want To Feel Alive
48 notes
·
View notes