#* THERE IS NO MONTANA ! ONLY ZUUL ! ( montana duke || interaction. )
“ what is this ? are you seriously trying to bond with me over your ability to REPEL people ? ” she casts a sidelong glance at the other woman , the other ghost , taking in her pretty features and the expression that’s settled over them . maybe bonding with the others wouldn’t be such a bad thing —- more people for fun and sex and GROOVY CONVERSATION ... right ? she forces her own countenance to shift , into something relaxed and open —- something friendly yet teasing. “ are we ‘ girls ’ now ? do we join a book club and read some queer chick - lit memoir , bound together by estrogen and sisterhood or some other bullshit ? ” || @americanahorror
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@bloodykneestm ( xavier p . ) ASKED : ✘
fun and sex and GROOVY CONVERSATION --- there were several souls trapped in redwood that could check all of those boxes ; xavier was certainly no exception . fun ? loads . some of their best kills were together . sex ? fleeting moments of pleasure . more often than not , they’d pretend to get high and fuck the night away . groovy conversation ? in that moment , she longs for nothing else , even as his fingertips glide along the uneven rows of RAW , PUCKERED FLESH that litter her chest .
she tolerates it for a moment or two , trying to decipher how it makes her feel . her stomach should be swarmed with butterflies at his touch , but instead , his fingers leave a swath of red - hot rage in their wake . “ DUDE ! ” she finally exclaims , grabbing his wrist with much more force than necessary and throwing it away . “ do i look like i want a reminder of what that selfish , evil WHORE did to me ? ”
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“ HEY , MOLLY RINGWALD ! my class isn’t for posers . this is aerobics ; it’s serious . ”
“ if you’re looking to make a real move , though , stick around . a couple times with me ? it’s too hot to handle . ” || @sequelcut
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@bloodykneestm ( xavier p . ) ASKED : “ just say the word . you know i’d do anything for you . ”
“ yeah ? ” though the word is hardly more than an exhale of exertion , lips still curl into a wicked grin . the boards of the dock groan in weak protest as she steps over her latest victim , some hapless photographer looking for one mallard or another , to bring herself within arm’s length of him .
“ that’s sweet , but ... ” she still holds the knife , knuckles a gory palette of red and black around its handle as she runs the blade along his forearm and up over his bicep . “ i’m done asking men to kill for me . ” her grin fades to something softer , something sweet as sin . closer yet she moves , until her lips are close enough to brush against his as she speaks . “ ... but you can have the next one . ”
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@theirtales ( bobby r . ) ASKED : ❛ why did you bring me here ? ❜
her chest heaves with ragged breaths as she leans back against the cabin’s door . her dress is torn at the collar --- a parting gift from the curved edge of his blade . damn it ! it had been one of her favorites . when the question comes , she screws her eyes shut and lets out a sharp huff of frustration .
“ it’s one of the few buildings left with functioning locks ! i’m trying to KEEP YOU SAFE , and you’re not exactly helping by being here . why would you come back ? ”
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@malloery ASKED : “ don’t worry . i’ll protect you . ”
“ ‘ PROTECT ME ? ’ ” she can’t be serious . if her tone doesn’t betray the disbelief she feels , the way her brow furrows and lips curl into something not unlike a snarl surely do . “ i’ve been dead for almost forty years ; nothing here can hurt me ... but YOU --- ” she gives the girl a sharp shove , lacking the force to fully push her away but enough to stress their immediate separation .
“ get the fuck out of here , mallory . ” though her countenance remains firm in the silence that settles thick between them , her voice breaks and goes soft when she finally speaks again . “ i can’t keep you safe forever . ”
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