(WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! )

^eternal crying^

(Its okay. I'm going to go get myself to sleep now. Since its late….and I'm tired…and sad :(

(Aw get some good sleep.

Try thinking happy thoughts. ;~;)

(I'm reading the whole RP again don't judge me)

(Oh em gee I was really bad.)

(It's going to be so bittersweet…
btw the first thing Ryker said to Phoebe was a sassy remark after she threatened to use charmspeak "Ooh, talking. Everyone run for your lives!")

(;~; I’m trying to breath thisissosad.

;~;)

//I’m crying but for like
A completely different reason
but I’m still sad so that counts right :P

\ why you crying? \

//because I literally just watched the Laurens’s Interlude twice in a row and it’s like the fifth time today
Once in the bootleg and a whole lotta times on the animatic (which is much sadder)

\ :((((( \

//yes
my poor sad gay turtle child :(

nec·ro·pho·bi·a
/nekrəˈfōbēə/
noun
extreme or irrational fear of death or dead bodies.

No.

No.

She wasn’t irrationally scared of dead things anymore, she was only a little scared.
At least, not scared enough to be classified as having necrophobia.

Elizabeth felt chills on her back, something heavy on her chest. The painful memory was seeping back.

The sinking ship.

Her dying sister.

Elizabeth’s breathes became heavy, she pulled herself away from that horrifying memory. She looked at Phoebe, who was crying over Ryker’s corpse. She started to tear up, the Fates are cruel, aren’t they?

“Death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints. It takes and it takes and we keep loving anyway.” Elizabeth muttered to herself, wiping away her tears silently.

(Whoopsie that was bad.

And I gave her a tragic backstory now.

Angsty.)

\ ^surreptitiously wipes away tears^ \