MANSAE.

❛ — & so, with a mouth FILLED TO THE BRIM with blood & lies, she is yet to be kissed. she is yet to be L O V E D. ❜ — + var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5089378"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "http://freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); .

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                                                              @venicelocke.

      ❛   soooo.   ❜      he looks across at her from the booth seat he was sat back in, swirling his straw around in the thick & yellow liquid of his banana milkshake --- oblivious to the little milk-stache that was highlighting his upper lip.      ❛   do you have a boyfriend?   ❜     he read online somewhere that that’s a good conversation starter. four years of minimal human interaction does things to a kid. & whatever interaction he’d gotten had always been gory, so lets not count that.

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     ‘ fuck. okay. but only if you buy lingerie too.’ he extended his gold card to the girl. ‘and i want a blowjob in the dressing room.’

      ❛   yay! --- oh my gosh. of course i’ll buy lingerie too. i feel like it’s my birthday!   ❜     she presses a kiss to the underside of his chin & slides the gold card from his hand into the pocket of her figure hugging  before his other little request is processed, a soft pink glow highlighting the apples of her cheeks as she grins up at him with a cute & eager little nod.      ❛   mhm! we’ll have to be quiet though, right?   ❜

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     he takes a moment to look at her and study her body language. between the fidgeting and the blush on her cheeks, he easily figures it out. ❝  i dunno, you tell me, a simple 800 year old wizard,  ❞ he hums under his breath, a smirk finding it’s way onto his lips as he tilts his head to the side, trying hard not to laugh.

      baby jenkinson is nothing if not gullible. she practically jumps like a lamb at his words, cupping her own cheeks within her hands.      ❛   really? i’ve only ever met one wizard before! he was no dumbledore but he was pretty cool. --- i thought wizards were old & grey & uh... ugly? you’re none of those. --- what do you specialise in?   ❜     hook, line & sink.

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          was that some kind of backhanded compliment ? she’s unsure, and she finds herself shuffling backwards a few inches. ❝  oh … thanks,  ❞ she gives him a quick nod, pressing her lips together in a thin line. there’s something off about him - she already knows that, just by the whole raw meat thing. she can’t help but blurt out, ❝  so are you some kind of, like, werewolf ?  ❞ because that’s all she can think of at the moment.

     he’s only this bad with social interaction because he’d spent the last four years practically isolated. with no one but a few crack dealers to call friends. if you could classify what he did to them as friendly.      ❛   you’re welcome.   ❜     she’s cute. she seems a little scared. which makes her cuter. scared girls are cute girls. his face scrunches up in disgust at her inquisition, dark eyes narrowing as he shakes his head.      ❛   fuck no. i’m offended that you’d assume that. werewolves are disgusting. they absolutely stink. --- have you ever been within a meter of a wet werewolf? absolutely disgusting. screw you for assuming i’m a wild beast like that.   ❜     

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                               @witheredflames.

      ❛   i’m SLEEPING. fuck off!   ❜     he takes sleeping very seriously. when he bothers to, that is. he doesn’t necessarily need to sleep, but there’s nothing like a good twenty-four hours of hibernation after being awake for two weeks straight.      ❛   oh my god. stop breathing so loud, ben.   ❜

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             @bitchcrafteds

      ❝ that looks super cute. you should buy it. ❞ 

      ❛   y’think?   ❜     she drops her head down slightly to take a look at the white & blue gown, small hands smoothing out any visible creases from within the puffed out skirting before twirling around, peeking back up at the other with a shy, yet excited, smile.      ❛   what do y’think i could wear it to? like. what sorta’ event?   ❜

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       ❝  that guy DESERVED it !  ❞ he huffs, although a giant smile doesn’t fade from his lips. his knuckles are bloody, and he’s just punched a guy in the face so hard, ben is certain the guy is going to be feeling his fist for weeks.

      ❛   but --- but what did he do?   ❜     she can’t quite grasp the reason for why he just punched someone. surely that’s illegal? she’s pretty sure it’s illegal. though, she can’t say much. she nearly killed her ex boyfriend once ( --- by accident! ).      ❛   surely you should’a just let him explain himself? plus. you hit him so hard, he didn’t even have a chance at putting up a fight.   ❜

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        ❝  i’m not interested in whatever you’re selling,  ❞ she says, voice showing no emotion – she doesn’t even bother to look up from her book. the girl isn’t even sure the other is selling anything, but this park bench is HERS and she doesn’t want to have to share it.

       brows almost knit together at her words, already slumping himself down on the empty part of the park bench, no longer wanting to ask for permission. anyway, he’s romeo lorenzo giuseppe. he doesn’t need to ask for permission.     ❛   not selling anything. just wondering what you’re reading?   ❜     no he’s not. but she seems fun to piss off. & so, with prying eyes he looks over her shoulder --- looking down at the book in her hands.

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         ❝  you know, i’m actually really QUICK witted,  ❞ he’s snickering, and he’s 100% sure that if the other knew he was a mutant, they’d find the pun a lot funnier. 

      ❛   ---- what has THAT got to do with anything?   ❜     dark optics become narrowed, her features highlighted with an expression that wordlessly said: shut the fuck up. she quickly closed the black & leather bound book within her lap, rather arrogantly chewing on a dark piece of gum.

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