#PROSE.

[s0fias]

@1stltrusso said: tell me what too far means to you.

She feels phantom fingers around her throat. Worse yet, the fingers feel suspiciously like her father's. Even in death, she's a puppet he's controlling, with his hands at her neck and his poison spreading beneath her bones. She can't escape the difference between being Sofia, herself, and Sofia, daughter of a Falcone. Can't even guarantee that she can stomach being the former rather than the latter, but fuck, she is trying. There's something to be said for how she wishes she could bleed out until every trace of her father was gone from her. Maybe then things would feel better.

She turns her head to acknowledge Billy. Her eyes don't look at him, though. The honesty she's about to divulge feels too intimate; the added sensation of locked eyes would actually break her. ❛ When I do something because I'm my father's daughter, and not because it's what I want. ❜ Pauses, for just a second. ❛ Then, that's too far. ��

[fr4sell]

" four bingos? i think the concert is a deserved first date. would take my whiskey-eyed boyfriend anywhere if he asked me to. "

okay, but he is already in deep shits with stiles. be ready boy, because he's going to deliver lot of gifts with his power. even when he's away, he's going to gift him the thing he needs most. even himself for cuddles.

[riipkol]

@wickedslip, nausicaä thorn mikaelson sent: what are you doing?

kol knew that his beloved wife wasn't feeling too well at the moment. he could clearly sees that on her facial expression when she was around him or he could feel it when he was away from her, so when he was near her, just like tonight, trying to comfort her as best he could, he couldn't help but pick up the laptop, which she had carefully placed on the bedside table, and try to research exotic animals that could make her even happier than the two babies they already had.

trying to type words on that damned computer without making too much noise in the dim light of their room and sighing for the umpteenth time, because yes, technology and kol were two, he sighed softly as he tried to find what he was looking for but stopped typing on the keyboard when he heard his little wife ask him what he was doing.

looking at her side of the bed, and at the clock, he leaned slightly against her, kissing her neck tenderly as he added, in a whisper. " i'm trying to find you some presents. so, shush. go back to sleep. dream about our next honeymoon while your perfect, mortal husband finds the best present you deserve on this earth. "

[n0velaes]

@lightcreators, thomas required a starter from amelia paige.

" i may be a paige but i'm certainly not like my mother. " a mother? how can she call ava mother when she would do anything and everything to have her blood? her blood that was certainly not like hers. she too had passed the tests with flying colors. she was their favorite. she could still hear janson telling her how important she was. bile rose when she thought of the friends she had lost. rage too rose slowly inside of her. the people she had in front of her were no longer those she had fun with two years ago. they had all become pieces of a maciavellian puzzle that she herself had managed to create. " i might have been there and not in that stupid maze, but i watched everyone die. that was my punishement for not telling them what i knew. "

[morefearless]

❛ SO, IT'S THE TRUTH THEN. ❜ She's wide-eyed and mouth agape. She's just gotten into a brawl, but of course she still has time for a friend in need! Or maybe this is just her sating her curiosity. Does it really matter? Blonde pigtails scatter around as she shakes her head left to right. ❛ Your girl just turned into a big ole furry? I mean, obviously we always knew Barbara was a MONSTER FUCKER, but to become one? Now that's method. ❜

@ataviisms

[punkzombie]

“  why are you really here?  ”

 ❛ I can't remember     ? ❜

He turns his pill-addled brain in the direction of the other but then, realizes with a little wince and a slight squint of his pale blue eyes that she was talking to someone else. Or at least he thinks she is. It was pushing 2AM and his drugs were just barely wearing off.

Kerry, however, tries to get the full of attention of the shorter. He was nursing a spliff and debating hopping to the next club that was open (if there were anymore open) or finding something to eat. He was starving. He had the hunger of a ravenous dog.

In his stupor, he smiles.

 ❛ are you talking to me ? I can't bloody tell...     ❜

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            [      ...      ]                 ����𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒     𝐀𝐍     𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓     to     relationships       (       or,       whatever     the     fuck     this     is       ),       and     all     the     toxicity     of     tying     himself     to     URL,       that     he     hasn't     quite     mastered.       he     knows     that     makes     @natal7e     tick,       and     how     to     fan     the     fuel     of     her     fire,       but     not     quite     how     to     extinguish     the     flames.       there's     a     gap     between     them     that     will     always     go     unmentioned,       of     a     past     hiding     behind     her     that     he     can     never     quite     poke     and     prod     at.       far     too     heavy,       holding     a     mysticism     that     he's     not     even     close     to     being     mature     enough     to     handle.       they'll     always     be     just     that       :       almost     what     the     other     needs,       but     never     quite     enough.       "       i     don't     know,       nat       ...       you     tell     me.      it's     fucking     tiring     being     the     villain     of     your     life     all     the     time.       give     me     a     break,       yeah       ?       "       worst     part     of     all     of     this       :       it     was     probably     his     fault,       too.       but     when     both     of     them     have     wilingly     tied     blindfolds     around     each     other's     eyes,       and     agreed     that     they     will     only     talk     about     the     stuff     that     don't     matter       ...       reality's     sharp     hit     stings     eternal.       "       ...       you     think     i     like     fighting     with     you       ?       i'm     fucking     tired     too,       "

[shepurrs]

WELL, ISN'T SHE A SLEEPING BEAUTY? Harley's blonde hair frames her face like a halo. But we both know you're no angel, don't we? Drool slips from her open mouth, sullying the pillow beneath her head. Ah, that's more like the jester that Selina knows!

Selina is laying on the massive bed with the familiar black sheets inches away from Harley, head resting on her propped up hand, just watching the other woman breathe and snore and sleep. She resists the urge to pet her hair. Until she decides to do so, anyways. Perhaps it would be a sweet sight to behold. If it wasn't for the fact that Harley is fucking her husband, that is. (Ex-husband, Selina).

Yes, imagine her surprise when she found her friend in her husband's bed, the room smelling like sex and the bedsheets wet with his come. It took everything in her not to slash Harley's throat while she slept. The only reason she hasn't is because she wants to see the look of fear on Harley's face when she does it. Ah, finally, Sleeping Beauty is waking the fuck up!

She plasters a sickly sweet smile on her lips when Harley eventually stirs awake. ❛ I always did enjoy Bruce in blue, ❜ she purrs, referring to the dress shirt Harley wears. It would have hurt less had she just been naked, frankly. ❛ It goes so well with his eyes, don't you think? ❜

@crimeloyalty / starter call.

[ofchaotics]

               it’s all rather unsettling - he’s never been one to mesh well with such drastic changes , but he tells himself that this is all for the better . stripped from a city he knew as if the map was etched on the back of his hand , he almost feels stripped of his confidence . watching the chicago skyline fade and facing the open road was almost cathartic . a bittersweet moment where he feels he may find himself , but in the process , lose himself . a celebration and a mourning , all in one . 

it’s different here , this tiny town in washington . it doesn’t feel right , until it does . why he’s picked somewhere across the country to settle in for college ? he’s not so sure . initially , he’s all nervous and soft spoken . it dissipates with time , and he finds himself a group of friends that lessens the blow of feeling so alone . isolation is never good for him , and he’s sure that’s presented itself to this new group of friends . their pushy demands to come out tonight , and how he dreads it because they’ve made a nasty habit of calling him out for the very apparent crush he now possesses . she’s never paid him any mind , and , if anything , she’s actively avoided him . they’ve crossed paths a few times before , and he’d offer a smile - to which , she’d scuffle off as far as she possibly could .

it’s a blow to the ego , but he makes an honest effort to brush it off . at least , that’s what he assures himself . as if he hadn’t mulled over what to wear and analyzed his awkward posture and inability to conjure up some witty one-liner . exasperation aside , he settles into this dreaded house party nursing his red solo cup full of vodka and red bull . he sees her there , and their eyes catch for a short moment . there’s something different this time , and he’s not sure on how to really describe it . a gentle prod to his ribs , his friends urging him on . all the words are caught in his throat , but he pushes pass all those superficial anxieties .

approaching her , he’ll offer a smile . there’s that tinge of nervousness that’s hidden within it , but he’ll try not to think of whether his nerves are visible at the surface . “ hey , i’ve got you in some of my classes , right ? i’m mateo   .   .   .  i don’t think i’ve gotten the chance to introduce myself yet  .   .  .   “   /   @sewninto

[becomingvecna]

— David Cronenberg, Consumed

[s0fias]

@1stltrusso said: ❛ you can't just kill someone 'cause of the way they looked at you. ❜

Sofia collects skeletons, not ghosts. She wishes she could tell you that the people she's killed haunt her conscious. Actually, that's a lie. She doesn't wish that at all. It doesn't bother her, doesn't deter her, that the blood she collects doesn't cause her more guilt. She's glad that every single person she killed is dead, Billy. Every single one of them deserved it, or at the very least got her to where she is now. We all need a stairway to where we want to be. If hers is littered by a few dead bodies, then so be it. None of them were innocent.

❛ I can't? What? You think I'm taking things too personal? ❜ She is smiling, her voice seeming to suggest that she's joking with him. Is she really? Only time will tell. Truth is she's killed before because someone looked at her in a way that sparked paranoia.

❛ You think I'm overreacting? ❜

[fr4sell]

@wickedslip required a starter.

he's reading again. something that he does a lot when he is either stressed or in need of something but doesn't know what it could be. maybe practicing spells they had promised him to do? eyes glare toward the female who was next to him as he cleared his thraot.

[thoughtcascades]

idk how to flirt but i can make things awkward if you're into that

[n0velaes]

@silverforgcd, allison argent required a starter from lydia martin.

" please don't tell me we're here for yet another training session? do i need to remind you that the last time you tried to play with your darts, one of them almost went through me. " it was ironic. lydia knew that allison didn't mean to aim at her or that it wasn't intentional. she just had a bad feeling. these woods reminded her of a lot of things she wanted to forget. but the world needed them, again.

[lucidloving]

@roach-works // Melissa Broder, "Problem Area" // Mary Oliver, "The Return" // @annavonsyfert // Koyoharu Gotouge, Demon Slayer // Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance // David Levithan, How They Met and Other Stories // Tennessee Williams, Notebooks