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lux radley.

THERE ARE NO ADEQUATE WORDS, none that she can say & none that she wants to say. a hollow place in her chest still remains where her heart should be & she has SLOANE to thank for that. there is a slight pause as she slips out of her jacket, proceeding to hanging it on their coat rack. ( add that to the list of the many things she never though they would OWN ─── courtesy of division. ) faux naivety is splashed across her face as hazel hues finally meet hers, an arm is raised as a single, spider - like finger comes to rest at her chin. ❛ me ? sneak out ? i’m not a CHILD, sloane. ❜ head cocks to the side, ❛ ── and i’m always quiet . ❜

SOMETHING IN HER HITCHES AT THE SIGHT -- the bear trap of her body sprung, the shark in her searching for blood. ( deceit ) becomes her sister as beautifully as it once had her ---- it makes a gown of fine gossamer upon the younger radley, spider’s silk spun in her hair. it scares her. ------ a long time ago, she had given her blood for her sister’s. she is not sure whose it is that shall be shed before this is all over -- is not sure she wants to. is not sure she ever will. her mouth works for a fraction of a moment, teeth grinding tight enough to BURN, malachite hues rolling once more, a sigh chained to her tongue. ( she is a child, you think -- she will always be a child, to the end of your days. she will always be a child, & you will always be her protector. remember that. ) ❛ not always. ❜ brows quirk, amused. ❛ you got caught this time. ❜

#but they oWN THINGS!!!!#pls they both go shopping (separately :|||) all the fuckin time lbr #⌘ ╎ ❛ SCRIPT.#⌘ ╎ ❛ BADLUXED I.#⌘ ╎ ❛ I'VE WATCHED ROME BURN‚ I SET THE FIRE MYSELF.

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starter call !!

#⌘ ╎ ❛ WITHOUT BULLETS.

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alexandra udinov.

❛ well someone is having a bad day. ❜

and the obvious statement escapes the lips of the SURVIVOR, as she makes her way down the stairs, towards the training area.

❛ are you going to unleash all that anger to the punching bag? ❜

& THE RETORT IS ON HER TONGUE ALREADY -- there is something ( metallic ) about the words, something about the s t e e l inlay of her tone that is easily channeled through the aching bones of her arms, kissing away bruises as she sometimes thinks she can remember her mother doing. hues briefly catch on alex’s -- hold them for a moment -- release them. ❛ punching bag, stupid recruit ---- figured this was a better idea. ❜

#srY #⌘ ╎ ❛ SCRIPT.#⌘ ╎ ❛ UDINOVIIS I.#⌘ ╎ ❛ I'VE WATCHED ROME BURN‚ I SET THE FIRE MYSELF.#omfg pl s alex dnt lie to urself #but ok quick warning i literally finished s2 like today so?? idk much abt s3 im gonna try and bs my way through it??

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#o loo k #ch loE #badluxed #⌘ ╎ ❛ LOVE IS CHOOSING‚ THE SNAKE SAID.

lux radley.

TONIGHT IS NO DIFFERENT than most nights. the routine stays the same: slip out unseen, and arrive HOURS LATER in hopes that she is no longer awake. how ( IRONIC ) that she has killed men twice her size with her bare hands, yet she fears a conversation with her own B L O O D. her grip on the doorknob tightens as the voice echoes in their apartment, eyes roll heavenwards as she realizes she’s been caught redhanded. she can’t be bothered to attempt the stealthiness any further, instead, she slams the door closed. she does not give her the satisfaction of meeting her eyes. ❛ ─── your point ? ❜

THERE WAS A TIME, ONCE, SO LONG AGO NOW, when her little sister would never have addressed her with such open derision ; would never have found the weeds in her flowerbeds the way lux was so violently tugging on them now. her lips purse, i r r i t a t i o n curling in the lines of her mouth, pressing COLD against the lining of her stomach. she doesn’t stand ---- the move could be taken as AGGRESSIVE, she knows, division’s drills on body language replaying before her eyes even now. still, hues roll beneath furrowed brows, fae-like frame leaning forward to place the wine glass clasped in moon-white digits upon the table. ❛ my point is that if you’re gonna sneak out ---- ❜ don’t, she thinks, stay. always stay. ❛ at least do it quietly. ❜ the slash of her mouth ( widens, ) a twitch in her cheek. ❛ wouldn’t want you to get RUSTY. ❜

#⌘ ╎ ❛ SCRIPT.#badluxed #⌘ ╎ ❛ BADLUXED I.#⌘ ╎ ❛ I'VE WATCHED ROME BURN‚ I SET THE FIRE MYSELF.#i luv them he lp #problematic sisters o k

starter call !!

#⌘ ╎ ❛ WITHOUT BULLETS.#pls #sloane needs buds ok

hey,i hope you don't mind me asking but,how did you make your posts so small without the pictures going all weird or the scrollbar appearing below the posts?

hiya doll !! no, i don’t mind, it’s fine ; it’s a really simple bit of coding, tbh??

you wanna scroll down to your {block:Photo} & {block:Photoset} sections in your html, which should be relatively close to the bottom, & it’ll probably have something like {PhotoURL-500} & {PhotosetURL-500} ( or 400, if you’ve got 400px posts ) & all you have to do is change the 500/400 to 250 —- it has to be 250, though, or it doesn’t work. ( i’d recommend doing the same for your video section, too !! )

#masked.#⌘ ╎ ❛ MOLLIE TEACHES A THING.#⌘ ╎ ❛ A: OOC.

YOU WOULD THINK A CERTAIN KIND OF EASE would be bred of months in training, that a particular sort of gentleness would set up shop in the cavities of her chest whensoever chartreuse optics should settle upon a form both so ( achingly ) familiar & yet so horrifyingly foreign to her. no such softness shall penetrate the FLINT shard division had laid beneath her breast so long ago now, however, & where perhaps there should be the affection she had once reserved for lux & o n l y lux, she finds instead only ashes & a knife too rusted to serve any use to anyone. ------ this is what happens when your weapons have no more forests to raze. this is what happens when your weapons turn on THEMSELVES. ❛ you’re late. ❜

badluxed.

#⌘ ╎ ❛ SCRIPT.#⌘ ╎ ❛ BADLUXED I.#⌘ ╎ ❛ I'VE WATCHED ROME BURN‚ I SET THE FIRE MYSELF.#luv me pls #idk lux gettin back late??? or s/t #im assumin it's early days w/ them livin together