THIEF.

beatrix carlyle. 36. thief. mother. sister. single.

[beatrixcarlyle]

Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

“Trust someone with anything?” She scoffs. “As if.”

[liam-scogin-blog]

“They say climate change isn’t real, but do you remember the last time New York had a storm like this?”

[beatrixcarlyle]

“It’s about time we had one.”

[beatrixcarlyle]

Lightening cracked across the sky, lighting up Beatrix’s grin. It was easy to love a storm when you were one yourself. “It’s beautiful.”

[beatrixcarlyle]

nicholasthompson:

“That depends, which one do you want to talk about first?”

“Oh, good. I was worried you wouldn’t take that literally.”

[beatrixcarlyle]

“What is your problem?”

[beatrixcarlyle]

ella-conway:

“That’s… gotta be the most interesting thing I’ve heard all week. Tell me more, would you?” Ella said, bringing her coffee cup up to her lips, head tilted to the side just a fraction, in genuine interest.

“So,” she said, sipping her coffee. One sugar. No milk. “They take a toothbrush, wrap it in maxi pads and put it into a glove. Voila, a prison dildo.”

[kingsboro-tea]

Who are the underrated queens?? Kings???

I’m just gonna go with underrated royalty because I got some non-binary babes in here as well:

Kris

Yoosung

Luciana

Beatrix

Flint

Lee

Landon

[beatrixcarlyle]

What are you attracted to in people personality-wise?

“Confidence and wit are panty droppers. If I’m wearing any.” She punctuates her teasing with a wink. “Long-term…” It’s difficult to answer. She can’t afford to not be particular with romantic partners. Over time, they always fail to measure up, and she sends them out into the cold without a second thought. She doesn’t trust easy, either. “They’d have to be the Clyde to my Bonnie. Or the Bonnie to my Clyde.”

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[beatrixcarlyle]

affluentisms:

Charles offers that same grin he flashes to every woman. A dry chuckle escapes his lips. “Eh, perhaps?”

“Okay,” she says, smirking around her glass. “If I get caught, I’m saying you abducted me.”

[beatrixcarlyle]

nonon-jakuzure:

nonon-jakuzure:

Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just

That’s a gun

[beatrixcarlyle]

praxisprice:

“Fool,” he repeated, a little more slowly than before. Only this time, it was accompanied by a smile. “And that sounds…like you’ve got something against kids. Do you think that you know more than a child? That’s fairly dismissive, isn’t it?”

"Uh-huh,” she said, answering both questions at once. “But fuck you for thinking I have something against kids. I have one.” Had? She was determined to change that. “They’re just ... naive. They believe. It’s sweet coming from them. From you...” Not so much.

[beatrixcarlyle]

affluentisms:

“Curfew?”  He scoffs. “Oh, come on. The night’s just begun!”

“Are you trying to get me in trouble?” But her smile said trouble was her middle name.

[beatrixcarlyle]

praxisprice:

“Are you judging me based on whether or not I believe in the supernatural? You know what you are?” Praxis offered a short pause before carrying on. “A fool. And fools die first in those movies–or third. Depends on the sub-genre. But yes–I believe in everything.”

“Christ,” she said, both eyebrows shooting up. She was a lot of things, but a fool wasn’t one of them. “The supernatural is for kids. And grown-ups who are too scared to face the truth that we are the only monsters.” 

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[beatrixcarlyle]

praxisprice:

“No. No, I’ve never seen a human being do that without getting hurt in the process. Hence why I asked if you were a vampire. Or maybe a werewolf? Like the kinds that people spend entire horror films trying to avoid. Not the romanticized ones,” Praxis muttered, just barely moving his mouth as the words tumbled out quickly. “Y’know, I can definitely imagine you chasing me down in a dark forest. I’m shitting myself even thinking about it.”

What the fuck was he talking about? Her eyes glazed over as she waited for him to shut up. “Is that why you’re rambling? I used to be a gymnast. I know how to make a jump,” she said, lighting up a cigarette. “Tell me you don’t actually believe in that shit.” 

[beatrixcarlyle]

affluentisms:

“–Where do you think you’re going?”

“I have a curfew.”