⸻ A Dependent Blog For GRIMMERTALES Written By lu ( Twenty-five+, She / Her, Gmt )

familiar  (  and  often  found  irrelevant  on  faye's  day  to  day  life  )  faces  pass  by  and  for  the  first  time  in  forever,  the  bored  bartender  actually  sees  the  lot  of  them  ⸻  and  none  of  them  seem  innocent  though  faye  is  all  too  self  aware  that  she  does  not  trust  easily.  then  again,  in  a  place  like  fabletown,  who  is?  their  silent  challenge  falls  short  of  the  entertainment  faye  wished  to  drain  from  someone  else's  manifestation  of  guilt  (  or  maybe  just  one  bad  night,  an  evasion  of  sleep  mimicking  what  would  be  a  heavy  conscience  )  and  yet,  she  is  more  than  glad  to  change  spots  and  try  her  luck  somewhere  else.  perhaps  closer  to  the  sheriff's  station,  catch  as  someone  turns  on  their  heels  far  too  quickly  as  they  change  their  mind.

plans  change  just  as  quickly  as  they  are  made,  though.

the  corner  of  tink's  lips  curl  into  an  amused  and  knowing  smile  ⸻  she  might  be  melting  away  from  the  boredom  of  it  all  but  she  at  least  is  well  aware  that  finn  is  too.  knowing  he  is  suffering  just  like  she  is  helps  the  feeling  of  numbness  (  and  faye  will  tell  herself  it  is  because  there  can  only  be  one  blonde  faerie  ⸻  and  she  is  so  clearly  the  better  choice  ⸻  and  leave  out  the  part  about  the  relief  of  someone  knowing  exactly  what  goes  inside  her  mind  ).  eyebrow  raises  and  hazel  eyes  meet  his  own,  only  for  a  moment.  "i  was  not  offering,  fionn."  another  sip,  attention  stolen  back  by  nothing  at  all.  faye  scoffs  at  her  companion's  words,  head  shaking  at  how  silly  he  sounds.  "i  thought  you  were  smarter  than  this,  my  companion  in  blonde.  you  and  i  both  know  i  am  not  that  easy  to  get  rid  off.  and  who  else  would  keep  this  town  interesting?"

      a whole day of lurking ultimately capitulated into a bed of unsuccess. perhaps it wasn't smart to play look-see all day instead of attending to matters otherwise productive in comparison. he had lurked around the main enclave all day, examining the faces of each passerby to hopefully absorb their current state of mind. guilty ? innocent ? mourning ? a mix, even ? regardless, he was dully disappointed — karmic retribution for nosing in everybody's business. if he couldn't get his fill then, perhaps trifling with a familiar blonde would help mustardseed feel, well, something.

      he crouched down beside them, an exasperated, dramatic as ever sigh poking at the ears of anyone nearby. fionn has never said he wasn't one for theatrics, especially during a lull that felt so painfully lackluster. " i'm not exactly the type to beg for warm beer — even i'm not that desperate yet — but i appreciate your gracious offer, my companion in blonde. " a flat palm to his chest in faux earnest, much of this simply gilded in irony. despite jests, even her presence alone was far more satisfying than the past eight hours, so he leaned back, hands resting flat against the concrete behind him, gaze following the direction faye's attention pointed towards. " so, what're you doin' out here, all by your lonesome ? don't you know there's a big, bad killer out there ? maybe they're especially desperate for a drink right now. "

♡ jessica alexander via instagram ( jessalxander )

♡ jessica alexander via instagram ( jessalxander )

Havana Rose Liu in Somewhere (feat. Gus Dapperton) - Surf Mesa

[she was funny for that]

Most of what she knew, she'd learned from the wild. Nature had nurtured, tutored, and protected her when no one else would.

Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing (pg. 363)

⸻ king roberon cole welcomes faye darlowe to fabletown—or, as they were once known, tinkerbell from peter pan. before the magic mirror, they come glamoured in the mirage of sitting at the edge of a rooftop, legs swinging, cigarette smoke curling like a spell ⸻ watching the windows of strangers who dream of neverland / walking home through the fog with bare shoulders and blood on her wrists ⸻unbothered & humming lullabies / keeping old ribbons and rusted thimbles in a cracked music box, each one a souvenir from a night she doesn’t remember starting, but always ends alone / pouring sugar into tea she doesn’t drink, stirring it with the same silver pin she once drove through a boy’s heart; they said he’d never grow up ⸻ she made sure of it. the tale from which they hail exalted their independence and boldness, but decried their possessiveness and vengefulness in equal measure. no matter; this time, they shall write their own. in accordance with the fabletown compact, they are granted amnesty for any and all transgressions, even that which is little known: she gave wendy a ribbon, said it was enchanted. every time wendy wore it, she forgot a little more of who she was. wendy thought they were friends. tink thought they were entwined.

DOSSIER & WANTED DYNAMICS

fingers  tap  on  the  bar  top,  the  faerie's  head  tilting  to  the  side  as  she  watches  one  dorothy  gale  spin  one  too  many  times.  boredom  has  no  true  cure,  not  for  someone  like  faye  ━━  it  is  only  dormant,  waiting  to  come  back  when  her  latest  entertainment  loses  it's  novelty.  pudding  &  pie  helps  little  but  it  is  better  than  being  surrounded  by  nothing  and  no  one.  and  who  knows?  perhaps  the  opportunity  to  amuse  herself  (  and  perhaps  make  someone  else's  day  less  than  ideal  )  will  come  on  a  silver  platter.

and  it  did.

hazel  eyes  focus  on  the  fable,  narrowed  in  both  wander  and  annoyance.  faye  could  not  give  less  of  a  damn  about  the  dead  witch  ━━  they  barely  give  a  damn  about  people  whose  name  they  do  not  forget  on  a  daily  basis  ━━  but  there  is  something  dense  about  such  a  celebration,  not  because  dorothy  is  only  a  few  steps  away  from  dancing  on  the  witch's  grave,  no  ━━  who  is  to  say  being  a  witch  is  why...  whoever  her  name  is,  is  dead?

faye  smirks,  though  it  does  not  quite  reach  her  eyes.  "ding  dong  the  witch  is  dead,  yeah?"  a  scoff,  a  sip  on  her  drink.  furrowed  eyebrows  paint  themselves  on  faye's  expression  ━━  a  part  to  play,  a  reaction  that  is  planned  more  than  genuine.  "ever  think  that  maybe  there  is  a  possibility  it  wasn't  because  she's  a  witch?  you  could  be  the  next  victim  for  all  we  know.  and  i  don't  know  about  you  but  i  like  being  alive."

" I DON'T KNOW WHAT EVERYONE IS SO FUSSY ABOUT , " dorothy voiced , but the words were spoken between shallow and bitter breaths , having just teetered off the stage from a particularly grim performance ( the town's happenings had left little room for pallet - soothing whimsy , but perhaps her audience could have done without her celebratory merriment about the witch's fate ) . taking the scarlet fingertip of a stain glove between her teeth , dorothy tugged the costume piece off her tawny limb before discarding it behind her on the bar top .

" ─── anyone in their right state of mind would be relieved . feel , , , safer . " it were almost as if dorothy were self soothing ( as she was one to talk about what defined a right state of mind ) , shifting her bite to show her opposing glove the same attentions she had gifted the first . then , swirling on the stool so she was facing bar side , dorothy collected her thick , loose hair and pulled it over her shoulder , beginning to anxiously thread it into a loose plait , only to run her fingers through it and start over .

over . and over . and over again .

her eyes find the occupant of the seat next to her , eyes like that of a sleepy pup's as painted lashes framed droopy lids . she was so tired , their features blurring , a yawn burning her throat that she didn't let surface .

" i think we should give whoever did it a proper thanking . "

a 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 for 𝘋𝘖𝘙𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘠 𝘎𝘈𝘓𝘌 set at 𝐩𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 & 𝐩𝐢𝐞 the eve the news broke of the murder . ( @detr1tus , @gravemist , @lcgendaries , @einchants , @daydreambeliiever , @unyearning / @unforsworn )

MADELYN CLINE for tommy hilfiger . ( ♡︎ )