// revivify. //

thewrongproclivity:

The sentiment catches her unawares - it’s one thing to gingerly nurture a friendship, and another to know that the bridge has been crossed, that they’ve found more than just a casual, common ground. She remembers how she felt when she heard of Will’s initial meeting with Mason: warm, grateful, vindicated. Fighting all her battles alone had become exhausting - to have someone in her corner was a welcome change.

It isn’t hard to detect his stifled culpability. Will Graham is always the martyr, and he can never do enough to atone. But Margot has her own regrets to ponder: if she had chosen someone else over him, she would not have roped him into a connection with her ill-fated child. As it is, she’s responsible for yet another burden on the man’s shoulders.

She doesn’t say as much. Again, their mutual loss is something she would rather leave to fester until either of them decide to meditate on the issue.

His thanks are acknowledged with a more genuine smile, and she leans back against the creaking plastic of the chair. “I’m fine. I feel… not liberated, but… closer to liberation than I was.” The image of a bedridden Mason is etched into her brain, and she experiences a heady comfort whenever she stops to admire it. “He can’t haunt my every step anymore.”

"—-Not that he doesn’t try, though. Metaphorically speaking.”

   & so with what little energy that
       Graham could possibly muster together, he focuses
       upon sitting up to hopefully bring his TORTURED 
       physique at a better state of comfort. All movements
       taken though felt & looked rusted, with every action
       there is undoubtedly a reaction. So there is no doubt
       that when Graham moves but an inch a s h o o t i n g
       pain is quick to course through his body & cause the
       man to once more scowl in ANGONY.

    ❝ I don’t find it – ah – surprising to hear that. ❞

                  With her swine of a brother still alive - albeit a
                        PATHETIC excuse of a life that Mason seemed
                        to be firmly holding onto with both hands - there
                        was no doubt that the man would still try & tear
                        Margot’s life a p a r t like pulling the pieces out
                        of a puzzle.

    ❝ Even in the state your brother’s now in, I’m
           assuming he’s still enthusiastic as ever? You know
           I wouldn’t be that shocked if he were out right now,
           stabbing the fat on pigs. I gotta hand it to him to
           be honest; as much as a prick that Mason is, he
           certainly knows how to use a blade. ❞