They Didn’t Know How Preoccupied I Could Get When Surrounded By Books; It Was Something I Preferred

…a terrible hunger for knowing things, for knowing everything.

Catherynne M. Valente, from Deathless (via luthienne)

Hey, do you know what’s so romantic? Solving a homicide together. With me.

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone dir. Chris Columbus | 2001

To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before (2018) dir. Susan Johnson

a closed starter for @dusktildcwn

darcy was keeping to herself, having already said the wrong thing multiple times that morning.

in times of crisis, she always reverted to the facts. and the facts were that the chance of finding a missing girl two weeks later were minimal. the first 72 hours were crucial. less than 2% of missing children were found after a week.

the person she'd shared such statistics with had not been appreciative of her reality check, having wandered away from her long ago. and she'd been on her own since, left to regret her actions for over ten minutes as she sipped her now lukewarm cup of coffee.

luckily, it wasn't long before someone else moved to the sidelines.

given the choice between keeping quiet while continuing to ruminate and socializing, nine times out of ten, darcy would pick the former. however, there was a task to be accomplished. a missing girl to help (however unrealistic that may or may not be). it didn't come without a moment of deliberation, but approximately one minute and twenty-seven seconds after the blonde appeared nearby, darcy made her way over.

"hi," she half-waved as she paused in front of the girl. the only stranger in the room. at the very least, darcy knew how to begin the conversation.

"i don't believe we've met. i'm darcy warren." she made sure to purposely drop the doctor before her name, the prefix unnecessary in non-scholarly rooms. she still extended her hand for a shake, though. "are you new to town?"

KENNEDY MCMANN as NANCY DREW

#About me 

me trying to justify my over worrying to friends

darcy took in the girl's name with a nod, the typical pleasantries of a nice to meet you exchange skipped over unconsciously. instead, a question slipped from her lips before she could stop it, an unexpected fact about her roommate a sudden sticking point for her. "she has a band?" she asked, the fact taken in and filed away for later.

she still didn't know rosie very well, but how had she missed that she was in a band? where did they practice? what type of music did they play?

another sticking point in the conversation soon followed, darcy's questions not helping at all with what they should have been discussing. and yet, she asked them all the same. there would be no progress until she worked out how dusk morgan fit into the background of her life, a new piece of the puzzle she hadn't realized existed beyond her immediate line of sight.

"which room?" she asked for clarification. "i have two - my bedroom and my thinking room." the latter was a phrase that likely needed additional details of her own, yet she provided none. instead, she let herself observe the stranger who had been in her house. who was friends with her roommate. who had been able to put together a life for herself in coolsville in under a year - friends, a band, clearly some reason for being at the community center that day.

"and do you know charlotte?" it was the right question, finally. but the timing had made perfect sense in darcy's mind.

sitting along in the room with only one other person brought on a sense of quiet that dusk didn't enjoy. when it was too quiet was when she was alone with her thoughts, and that was not a place to be. it's why she often had headphones on, listening to loud music to just drown out the thoughts in her head.

considering the reason she had come today, she had decided to leave the headphones at home.

picking the polish on her thumb nail that had started to wear away, dusk was surprised to be approached and greeted by the other girl. giving her a good look, dusk couldn't place her face. but when she gave her name, it clicked.

darcy warren, rosie's quiet and introverted roommate. in the dozen or so times that dusk had gone to rosie's apartment, she had never once seen her roommate. either the girl was out or holed up in her room. she only left for food or the bathroom, but even then it was so quick dusk only ever saw the flash of red hair.

"hey," the blonde greeted, shaking darcy's hand before going back to her mindless task of picking at her nail polish. only this time her attention was on the girl in front of her. "dusk morgan. and yeah, moved here a little under a year ago." with that being the first question darcy threw her way, dusk could assume she had lived here her whole life.

"you're rosie's roommate, right? i'm apart of her band." noting that darcy was still standing in front of her, dusk motioned to the open and available seats nearby. "kinda fucked that i've been in your house but we've never met, huh? i didn't think you ever left that room." was that a shitty thing to say? if it came off that way she didn't intend it to. it was more just an observation.

KEVIN CAN F**K HIMSELF | 1.03 We’re Selling Washing Machines