crescent girl

" She is a mere vessel of emotion untinctured by experience. " Cressida / 19 / Marine Bio Major at RCU

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vincepetrov:

“Mistletoe?! Already? Oh for fuck’s sake…”

“Oh. Oh. No... no. No need for-”

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sorchadelgado:

“I can’t say I have - I think it’ll have been four months next week?” The days blurred one into the other and she hadn’t bothered keeping track of time since it simply moved past her.

“Wow, damn. So basically a month. Do you like it?”

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wren-fontaine:

“You okay?” He asked the distraught girl as he reached a hand out to steady her. “Yeah, crazy night at the Halloween party, it’s nothin’ to worry about.”

“Um, yeah. Yeah.” Cressida replied softly, shrugging it off. “Oh... right. Okay. I’ll leave you... and your friend. Sorry.”

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aurorablcke:

“I learned at a young age not to drink too much. If I go past my limit even a sip, I have an outrageous headache.”

“Lucky you. I’m not actually a drinker at all, usually. I despise it.”

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aurorablcke:

“This is exactly why I stopped after two drinks. At least I’m not one of those dragging themselves around with coffees and big sunglasses. I woke up at six as per usual and am hangover free.”

“You’re quite lucky. I feel like absolute death.”

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levi-fairchild:

“For the hundredth time: we don’t have Nicholas Sparks.” Levi didn’t bother hiding his obvious distaste as the patron had come in several times over the past few weeks asking the same. exact. thing. 

“Sorry. Sorry. I was just... looking for some... of the classic stuff. I like-... reading. I’ll just leave.”

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wren-fontaine:

“You’re the one who insisted on going out tonight, you knew I wanted to stay home.” Wren’s brawl with Cassidy left him in an ugly state. He was patched up pretty good with the help of the rest of the Fontaine coven, but still had some bruising and soreness.

Her interaction with Ophelia had left her in such a state, she found herself wandering about Red Creek for a source of peace. Head down, she walked with a fast pace before she bumped into Wren. “... Sorry, sorry. I-... sorry. Wait... your face.”

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o-fee-lia:

The line between Ophelia’s eyes deepened as her brows pulled even tighter together, looking more and more like her mother - their mother - by the second. If it hadn’t of been for the nickname, she might have continued to believe it some kind of sick joke, instead now she found she was angry instead. “You ran? You left them there to die - and saved your own neck? Did mother teach you nothing? – Did I teach you nothing?!” The betrayal somehow hurt worse than the lie, than the unknowing for two years. She should have been relieved to see her sister, her baby sister, her only remaining family, but yet she was her mothers daughter through and through, and there was honor in dying with your family (something she had been denied) and no honor in running away like a coward. “All this time, I thought you dead - I mourned for you with the rest of them! And what–? You’ve been living a life of freedom away from our deranged mother and the pack ideals you never agreed with?!”

Ophelia’s words were spiteful to Cressida, every syllable making her soul ache. “No, Lia! They were killed! I watched them die! I had-...”  But every word of the girl’s sentence was emphasised with a sob, caused by something she could never control. Her sensitive nature. Perhaps it was that which ultimately differentiated Cressida from her mother and older sister. “I-... I had to... I had to. I know you don’t believe me. I’m so sorry. Please don’t ever think that I didn’t... that I didn’t wanna come back to tell you. What if I did... and they showed up and hurt you? I couldn’t do that! What freedom? Everyday I had to live with the image of them dead with nothing to comfort me at all! Please don’t hate me, Lia... you can’t hate me!”

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like-silver:

“The Dracula cupcakes are red velvet, the mummy ones are toffee, and the little pumpkin cupcakes are pumpkin flavored, you’d actually be surprised at how nice they are… trust me.”

“Oh, wow. These are all so... lovely. You must enjoy baking a lot.”

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shay-fontaine:

“You are aware of Mortal Kombat, right? Cause I definitely don’t want to spend the night explaining this costume.”

“Um, yep. Totally. Mortal... Kombat. Love that band.”

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sabinebovier-md:

             ❝ Without this ❞ Sabine held up the peter pan rag doll ❝ The whole costume would be lost ❞

“Are you... Wendy?”

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o-fee-lia:

Ophelia hated her birthday, it meant nothing to her - it never really had, she wasn’t the sentimental type - but what it did serve was as nothing more than a reminder of everything she’d lost. The attack had happened on her birthday, the murder of her family, and whilst she’d been out with those she’d called friends back then, her family had been slaughtered in their sleep. She’d almost passed the calling of that familiar name off to memory, there was only one person that had ever called her that - and nobody since. It wasn’t until a face she thought she’d never see again pushed through the crowd that she even for a moment considered it to be real. She stumbled backwards, elbow catching a few glasses on the bar over - but she didn’t even hear the cries of outrage as she stared at the tear stained face of the sister she thought dead. “Is this a trick?”

“Lia.” It was more pained this time, more hurt. “No! No, it’s not a trick. Lia-” Cressida broke into sobs as the weight of the world fell on her. The death of their family, not being sure about Ophelia’s fate, it all worked her up into a state of emotional distress. She wasn’t entirely sure how to compose herself, streaks of black mascara running underneath her eyes. “I-... I’m so sorry... I had to run...” The young Jermaine barely whispered, an audience somewhat forming, making the whole situation a thousand times worse. “I had to protect myself. I had to-... they were gonna kill me. I was scared if I-”

[cressidajermaine]

It was the right ( or maybe even perfect? ) timing. Ophelia’s birthday - how could Cressida ever forget? She remembered the old memories, filled with shop bought cakes that she counted her pennies for and balloons. It was never extravagant, or wonderful, but the free candy on Halloween was worth it. The time had finally come for her to find her s i s t e r. After such an abrupt departing, she missed Ophelia with every fibre of her being. She searched around the square for Ophelia, asking around and even attempting to call out. Until finally, she saw her sister standing right there. “Lia?” Cressida whispered, pushing past numerous people and finally coming in contact with her sister. She opened her mouth to speak, but all she could offer were tears.

@o-fee-lia

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ransomexgullage:

“—Good guess, I’m a cop. I mean I can show you my gun if you’re feeling gutsy.”

“Um, no, thanks... sorry. It’s... a good costume, though.”

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wisteriasway:

“You, yeah you - haven’t happened to see the Mr Hyde to my Jekyl around here anywhere?”

“Uh, no, sorry. Oh, hey, Teri. You look great.”

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brinleyclarke:

“You really don’t know who I’m dressed as? OK – how about this?” The next words were spoken in her best Dustin voice – “What if it’s the Demogorgon? Oh, Jesus, we’re so screwed if it’s the Demogorgon.” – before she burst out laughing. “Sorry, that was horrible.”

“I don’t get it.”

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bonniedrcgov:

“Fair enough - not sure where my name came from but I don’t entirely hate it. French teachers did think it was funny to make Bonbon jokes quite a lot when I went to high school, though. I’m a Native — left for a bit but always find my way back.”

“Bonnie is a pretty name. Oh my gosh, really? Bonbon. That’s quite. Oh... yeah. Sometimes you can’t just ever leave, you know?”