independent & selective llewyn davis
from inside llewyn davis.
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independent & selective llewyn davis
from inside llewyn davis.
written by maddie. please readrules
before interacting.
“——and that’s when…” Mary immediately stopped
talking, almost physically recoiling. Hazel eyes
lowered and she pressed herself into the corner of the
couch with a small nod. “O-Okay. Whatever you want.”
( ♬ ) He feels like absolute shit for snapping. He knows he can’t
backtrack – there’s no way to justify being an asshole.
Especially to Mary.
"I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry. I didn’t – I really didn’t mean it.“
Llewyn either comes clean or looks like an irredeemable
asshole for the rest of the week night. "Jean called. It’s not
anything you said.” He stops to grind his teeth for a moment.
"It was a – it was a Mike – thing.“
( ♬ ) Llewyn goes from whining about the general shittiness of the
human race to falling silent and going completely lax. His eyelids
are suddenly much heavier, much harder to keep open, and
he’s having a difficult time remembering why he was so pissed
to begin with.
He hums his approval and tilts his head into Mary’s hand. Maybe
things are — okay. He’s allowed to have a moment of peace,
right? Misery doesn’t have to be his only setting.
( llewynisms )
she might be sitting in a corner, her phone in front of her so she
can pointedly stare at it, wincing anytime the ringer goes off. “——How
long before she gives up, you think?” her voice was strained and the
more CASSANDRA popped up on the screen, the more strained it
became. “Probably never, right?”
( ♬ ) “If she doesn’t cut it out,” he threatens, half of his face obscured
by a newspaper. “I will personally walk over to their goddamn
house and break her goddamn phone against the fucking wall.”
booiisms-blog:
( ♬ ) Llewyn doesn’t lift his head to answer. “Mine is boring. I’d offer to
take yours, but I think Frank might implode.”
—— 「✿」 ——
”—sounds like backing out to me. Why would I not be
comfortable with all of you together? Is… Is Frank really that bad..?”
( ♬ ) “There’s nothing wrong with Frank. Just doesn’t like me.” Which
makes him a good judge of character. “And that might complicate
Christmas a – a little bit.”
( ♬ ) “I don’t think your family wants me there. I’m not backing out. I’m
just trying to make this more comfortable for you.”
Mary may have had to go to the Emergency Room. But, that
was a big maybe. Or, it was completely true. Considering her
right lower arm was bandaged just a few inches from the wrist
and proudly displaying some new stitches——it was definitely
true. Either way, she was hiding it with the sleeve of her sweater
and wholly unprepared for being home so early.Walking into the living room, she paused and considered going
somewhere else, but they were just so cute. With a small smile,
she sank down beside Llewyn and ran her fingers through unruly
hair ignoring the small pangs of pain that came from moving too
much.”——Hey, sleepyhead, if you keep this up, you’ll be up all night just
like me. Wake up.” With that she leaned forward and pressed a
kiss against his cheek, before pulling away and gently running her
fingers against Joni’s fur, but with no intent of waking the kitten up.
( ♬ ) He jumps about a foot when Mary kisses his cheek. It only takes
him a second to come down from the shock, which gives him
enough time to catch her hand as she’s pulling it away from the
cat.
“I didn’t expect you home,” he says, groggy. “Everything okay?”
