The haunting of hill house being about how the kitchen is the heart of the house, because that’s where we spend the most time together, and the red room is the stomach, and it’s where we spend the least time together, and how the place where you eat is where you love and when you haven’t been in home in a long while, you confuse being eaten for being loved
I mean how could you tell the difference? Your mother fed you and now your mother feeds on you and isn’t that what love is? If I can’t have the heart, I’ll have the stomach. That’s the way to the heart anyways. That’s where everything goes.
Food is everything and every child would be swallowed up by a wolf if it meant being everything to something.
Every child just wants to come home. Be welcomed home. Be called home. They’ll offer up space inside themselves to do it. Lonely and starving and wanting to prove they can share.
Nell hopes for coffee.
Luke buys burgers.
Theo eats with Shirley.
Shirley insists on family dinner.
Steven is an eater. He eats stories. (Stories live longer than people. Stories keep people alive).
Hill house makes eating sound cruel, to make the kids feel guilty for being hungry, to make them hungrier, and make them choose being eaten over eating.
But the kitchen is the heart of the house.
It’s where they eat. (where they give and take and share and keep and indulge and provide love).
Steven is shared stories, and in turn shares them.
Shirley makes family dinners.
Theo prefers to eat with her sister.
Luke fills someone’s stomach.
Nell is asked out for coffee.
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hold me close, don't let me go...
Summary: Nell has a sleep-paralysis episode, thankfully, you notice quickly and wait it out with her.
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"Nellie?" came the hushed whisper of her wife.
Nell's wide, panicked eyes flickering your way as the mattress dips beside her and shifts as you begin to prop yourself up to face her. "Hey, baby, hey," you lull her to focus on you. "Breathe for me, alright."
She sniffles, unmoving, bottom lip quivering and frustrated tears blooming along her eyelids, the first tear finally fell as you both made eye contact. How burdensome she felt when you found her this way...
"You're alright," your voice was hoarse, sleep-ridden, honestly if she weren't so caught up in the terrifying moment, she'd call it hot. But, she tried to focus on the way your arm snakes around her shoulder and you shift over to pull her into you.
Nell releases a short sob that's muffled through her lips that still wouldn't unclamp, having been shut tight since had awoken paralyzed. She's thankful as her eyes are averted from the open bedroom doorway, the darkness casting a shadow that seemed to similar to a person standing there...waiting...
She was much too sure that it wasn't the bent-neck lady, the woman that had haunted her all her life. Which made seeing the person in the doorway even worse. Something else to be terrified of...
For now, she was grateful you had thought to pull her close, the connection of your warm skin against her cheek, Nell's tears smeared against your collarbone. The tight embrace and stroke of her hair, the hushed reminder, "you're ok, just breathe, alright? I've gotchu," locking your leg to hers. "I gotchu, honey."
Nell closed her eyes against you, her breathing evening out as you kiss the top of her head, tenderly.
It was another minute of this before she could move her fingers, another before her toes and then finally, the hushed. "I'm sorry..." that came from her lips.
"Never be," you reply, stroking her cheek as your wife sucks in a breath, swallowing the salt of her tears. "Never ever be sorry for this."
Nell's eyes find their way up to you, her body moving freely, finally. Her arms squeezing back, wrapped tight around your waist, fingers digging into your skin, desperate for the sensation of her own muscles stretching and flexing to feel you, to hold you.
"Hear me?" you cradle the side of Nell's face.
Nell nods, silently, leaning close to feel you breathe against her. She lays her head on your shoulder, burying herself in the crook of your neck.
Usually, after an episode, they'd get out of bed, turn on the lights, brew some tea, wait till sunrise. But, this time, she needed to just breathe, and feel.
"I love you..."
"I love you."
You kiss your wife on her forehead first, then her eyelids as they close to feel her, then her cheek, to her lips. "I love you..." you repeat. "I won't let anything happen to you, ok?"
And Nell knew that was a promise as she found it easier to relax for the night with you holding her so close.
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nell:I was right here. I didn't go enywhere. I was right here the whole time. None of could see me. Nobody could see me .
She was always here nobody saw her. and he was unaware of what was to come.we will never forget you goodbye nell.
"Nobody could see me. I was right here"
"Nobody could see me,I was right here"
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Just finished watching The Haunting of Hill House,and obviously I loved it, it's an amazing show, with great characters and yada yada yada; but can we talk about HOW👏FUCKING👏PRETTY👏 the damn house is.
If we ignore the hauntings and the tragedies, and the whole the house eats people thing; coming from someone who appreciates great interior decor and architecture, it is such a beautiful house!!
Like statues lining the hallway? A library with a winding staircase? That absolutely ginormous estate? A grand staircase and stained glass AND beautiful vintage furniture? IT'S A FREAKING DREAM.
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