We all have our demons

Willow Peters || 20 || Saddle Ridge Elementary || Patrol ||

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charlant-leroux:

“Is that right? That sounds terribly funny.” Charlant laughed with a little shake of his head, as if to tell himself that she was wrong. She had to be wrong. Talking to himself? Narrating a story? What an odd thing to do. Surely he wouldn’t be that far gone to talk to himself in such a way? In truth he did know it was there, but to him it felt like the voice inside ones head. The minor voice that thinks through thoughts, but perhaps not. It was comforting to him however and usually people didn’t question what helped them. “Let us hope it doesn’t come to that then. It’d be a shame, wouldn’t it?” Charlant lowered his gaze at her wink, pink softening his cheeks. “… Oh… That’s so wonderful of you to say. Amazing, really. Highlight?” The blonde couldn’t quite cope with that level of praise, having not really received it from anyone. “I do hope it will be, I’d love that.” 

"Yeah, I mean, there's nothing wrong with that - if anything I think it's fascinating. It just makes me want to listen to you." She confessed with a small smile. It was definitely interesting, but she got the feeling there was many more interesting things to learn about the male standing before her, and she couldn't wait to find out more about him. "I'm almost positive it won't, to be honest, I'm growing quite fond of you even though we've only been speaking for a little while, if you did steal something else I'd probably just let you. Let's not tell others that though, I wouldn't want to ruin my reputation." She teased once more, deciding to leave the wink this time after seeing him blush and avoid her gaze when she winked at him before. She beamed, unable to contain her grin at his reaction. "I'm only telling the truth. Yes, definitely. I can't imagine anything else coming close to it."

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lolaweathers:

An amused brow remained quirked as the other girl spoke. “Well, I have to get from one place to the other, don’t I?” It wasn’t much of an answer, but it made sense. “Yes, please.”

"You make an excellent point." Willow admitted sheepishly, with a small grin. "Here you go, try and dry yourself off before you catch a cold." The brunette ordered passing her a fresh towel.

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gracexnfire:

“Fuck!” Calling back over to the blond, Grace looked around them for something, anything they could use to make their get away. There was door at the back of the store they were holed up in, but to get there they’d be in direct shooting lines for the raiders outside. “We need a distraction!”

Willow looked at the girl helpless, "You're right, but I have no idea what we could use. Maybe if we could make create smoke, or do something to mess with their eyesight so they can't see where to shoot." She suggested not knowing what else they could do, without risking their lives.

[fcllenangel-blog]

“if you keep talking i’m gonna’ get out of the car.”

— meme.

PANIC was not a foreign feeling to the blonde. Living in a world overflowing with bloodthirsty undead did not go well for people like Eden that couldn’t even kill a FLY without tearing up. She knew all too well that she was far too incompetent the matters of survival to be able to voice her opinion, but Eden was a woman born from raw emotion. ( Whether that emotion could be considered healthy or just pure hatred, it was emotion nonetheless. )

“—oh! Oh, ‘m sorry. I jus’ am so worried. I wouldn’ be sayin’ these things if I didn’ care you know? I KNOW I ain’t the best strategist an’ I ain’t got all the answers. Maybe I don’ even have any of ‘em. I don’ know. I jus’ — I can’t just sit an’ watch you gettin’ hurt.” The thought crossed her mind that now would be a good time to reach out, prove her affection with the simplest of touches: a pat on the hand, a soft grip on the shoulders, a graze of fingers over the other woman’s arm. However, as always, Eden kept to herself, choosing to speak more with her eyes than anything else. 

Tears were beginning to cascade down her soft cheeks as she pushed herself forward with this weak excuse of an attempt to stop her friend. “Please — jus’ come with me. Ain’t no reason we gotta split up.”

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escapingthereaper:

Chris all but pouted at the female, as he crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s too late, you’ve bruised it.”

“Aw poor baby, however can I apologise?”

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mx-elliotricker:

“I’m really doing a number on you, aren’t I?” Elliot commented, loving just how flustered this woman was getting in front of her. Usually people held it together alright, they weren’t witty or anything but they could at least get their words out okay. But it was pretty adorable to witness. “I mean you haven’t said much to take away, darling, not my fault.” The taller of the pair shrugged, smirk still sitting happily on her lips. “Easier for uh… Appreciation?” Elliot rounded out, unsure of how else to word herself. The smirk on her lips turning to a rather guilty grin. 

"No you're not, I'm just tired. It's got nothing to do with you or your supermodel looks." Willow grumbled, crossing her arms with a pout on her face. She wasn't used to people flirting with her, especially being as blunt as Elliot was being.  "Ohh.." She scoffed annoyed, while trying to resist the urge to stomp her foot. "I don't think you've said all that much either." She retorted pathetically. "At least I'm not the only one grasping at straws now, I mean, appreciation - really?" She teased, mirroring the other's grin.

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noahashbury:

               “Uh huh,” He said, nodding and trying to give her the benefit of the doubt. “Okay, okay, killer. Let’s go get something to drink or whatever,” Noah slung his arm around the girl’s shoulders with a smile. “And to answer your question: yes, I’m proud of you my little vicious killer,” A laugh escaped him as he shook his head. “By the way, I’ve got a bottle of whiskey back at the capitol with your name written all over. That is, only if you’re warrior enough to handle it,” He teased, a smirk tugging at his lips. 

Willow gave the male a look, as if to dare him to disagree with her. "That's better." She replied with a grin. "I hope this drink involves alcohol." She replied feeling she deserved a treat. A warm feeling spread across her as he slug his arm around her, it sounded stupid that an small action such as that could effect her like that but the world they were living in resulted in a lack of affection between each other so a friendly gesture like that made a smile spread across her face. "Hey, watch the little. You were doing so well until you said that." She warned him with a teasing smile. "Don't you think it's funny how before called each other vicious and a killer would be such an insult and now it's something to be proud of?" The brunette mused, tilting her head at the thought. "Now that's what I'm talking about, are you kidding? I could drink you under the table."

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roxanne-doe:

“Did you hear that?” Roxanne asked, looking out into the distance where she heard the strange noise come from.

“It’s just the wind.” She replied soothingly, as she took a step closer in an attempt to ease the girl’s nervousness. 

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sevenorton:

With a face full of blood, he looked over at the girl. “I-I didn´t think …” he mumbled before resting his hands on his knees, he was full of adrenaline, and the shock of what had been going on was slowly starting to sink in. It wasn´t like he´d never had to do this before, but he would never get used to having to kill actual people, instead of the already dead.

She looked down at the male who was on his knees, concern written across her features. “Are you okay? You’re not hurt are you?” She asked confused by his reaction. “We did what we had to, okay? It wasn’t your fault.” This was why she wanted to just handle the situation on her own, to avoid anything like this knowing that not everyone had the stomach for it like she did.

[lionsarchive]

halsey ‘badlands’ starter sentences

CASTLE:       “I’m sick of all these people talking.”      “I’m already choking on my pride.”      “They wanna make me their queen.”      “There’s no use crying about it.”      “I probably shouldn’t be so mean.”      “I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut.” HOLD ME DOWN:      “My demons are begging me to open up my mouth.”      “He told me I was holy.”       “He’s got me on my knees.”      “This is what I live for.”      “Throw me in the deep end and watch me drown.” NEW AMERICANA:      “The city’s ours until fall.”      “We don’t feel like outsiders at all.”      “We know very well who we are.”      “What kind of dough have you been spending?” DRIVE:      “I can never keep my eyes off this.”      “All we do is think about the feelings the we hide.”      “It never felt like home to me.”      “Would it really kill you if we kissed?” HURRICANE:      “He’s got an eye for girls of eighteen.”      “I held him captive by my kiss.”      “I’m a one night stand.”      “I’m the violence in the pouring rain.”      “I reminded myself to keep you far away from me.”       “You could devastate me.” ROMAN HOLIDAY:      “Do you remember the taste of my lips that night?”      “I remember the fear in your eyes.”      “The timing’s never right.” GHOST:      “I’m searching for something that I can’t reach.”      “I don’t like them innocent.”      “You say that you’re no good for me.”      “I swear I hate you when you leave, but I like it anyway.”      “I know I’m gonna leave him.” COLORS:      “You’re only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope.”      “You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece.”      “I’m still waking in the morning, but it’s not with you.” COLORS, PT 2:      “Everything is dripping like a saturated sun.”      “I hope you make it to the day you’re _____ years old.” STRANGE LOVE:      “Everybody wants to know if we fucked in the bathroom sink.”      “But the ending is the same every damn time.”      “They think I’m insane.”      “They think my lover is strange.”      “That’s the beauty of a secret.”      “They can’t believe I made you weak.”       “These days I can’t seem to get along with anyone.” COMING DOWN:      “I found god - I found him in a lover.”      “I found the devil - I found him in a lover.”      “Now we’re lost somewhere in outer space.”      “I’m such a fool for sacrifice.”       “I’ve got a lover and I’m unforgiven.” HAUNTING:      “Keep on haunting me.”       “I was pure as a river.”      “Now I think I’m possessed.”      “I’ve been cold since you left.”      “You’ve got your own mistakes in bed at home.”      “You’ve got a fire inside but your heart’s so cold.”      “I’ve tried to wash you away, but you just won’t leave.” GASOLINE:      “Are you insane like me?”      “You can’t wake up - this is not a dream.”      “I think there’s a flaw in my code.”      “These voices won’t leave me alone.”      “My heart is gold and my hands are cold.” CONTROL:      “I sat alone in bed until morning.”      “I tried to hold these secrets inside me.”      “I’m meaner than my demons.”      “God damn right, you should be scared of me.”       “Who is in control?” YOUNG GOD:      “You know we’re gonna be legends.”      “I know you wanna go to heaven, but you’re human tonight.”      “Do you feel like a young god?”      “My tongue is a weapon.”      “If you wanna go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight.” I WALK THE LINE:      “I keep a close eye on this heart of mine.”      “I find myself alone when each day is through.”      “You give me cause for love I can’t hide.”

[natashalyonne]

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She couldn’t think, she couldn’t breathe, all she knew was that she had to get the blood of her. It was the only thing that she could process at the moment, not the fact that she could be in potential danger or that one of those bodies hanging there could be someone she knew, just the blood. It was like her mind and body had shut down, leaving her defenseless and vulnerable as she wandered the corridors in a daze. The screams of her fellow classmates ringing in her head as she watched the bodies swaying back and forth.

[throughbrokenreflections]

This wasn’t supposed to happen. The party was dumb but everything was better than a blood bath. He was seeing the dead bodies every time he closed his eyes. Ares was used to seeing blood , especially if it was his own. However he was not used to seeing lifeless bodies. He thought his reaction would have been different. He didn’t know most of the people who died and there was no reason for him to feel this way. He felt sick. Now he wasn’t sure if it was because of the amount of alcohol he had drunk or because he was actually worried. His expression was blank while he was walking through the corridors, trying to find the way to his dorm. He crossed the line with his little act. Now no one would believe he actually cared. His left hand was covered with blood. He accidently broke the bottle he was holding when he saw the terrifying picture.  Probably he got lost on the way because he was sure the way to his dorm wasn’t that long. That’s when he saw a figure going in the opposite direction. “ Don’t go there.” He said in a calm tone, trying to warn them.  “ You can get yourself killed.” Probably no one would believe a suspect. But he had to try. It was safer in the dorms. 

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Willow had heard the commotion and thought nothing of it, just the same over dramatics of her class mates, nothing new. It was only when she saw his expression, the one person who she could usually count on to have the stoic and unfazed expression, to suddenly look so different from the calm and collected. She couldn’t not see what he meant, she had to know, especially with curiosity getting the better of her. “What’s in there? Ares, what’s going on?”

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She couldn’t think, she couldn’t breathe, all she knew was that she had to get the blood of her. It was the only thing that she could process at the moment, not the fact that she could be in potential danger or that one of those bodies hanging there could be someone she knew, just the blood. It was like her mind and body had shut down, leaving her defenseless and vulnerable as she wandered the corridors in a daze. The screams of her fellow classmates ringing in her head as she watched the bodies swaying back and forth.

[tcrramater]

She was sugary sweet to a point where it could cause cavities, to a point where some believed her to, likely, be a kook. Maybe she was. One thing was certain about the young music teacher, however, and that was that she strove to make everyone’s high school experience as pleasant as she could. Be it offering grins or advice or bringing her student a lovely batch of vegan snacks for them to enjoy while they discussed the finer points of Dal Segno al Coda. She tried, sometimes too hard, to make the classroom a welcoming place and this school a home. Which was why she felt highly obligated to offer this lonely student some company, some encouragement. “Are you sure about that, honey?” Camille asked, smile in place. “I’m sure if you give it half a chance you’ll have a great time.”

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Willow smiled as she recognised the voice. Although she often struggled to interact with her fellow students and just is social conventions in general, she'd always found it just a bit easier to talk to some of the teachers. Camille was known by all the students as being one of the nicer teachers, someone who actually made you feel like an equal. Willow looked up at her and shrugged, frowning. "I'm not sure, I don't think I'd enjoy it. I’ve never.. I’m not exactly great with people or social situations. I think I will only end up making a fool of myself.”

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Willow had been so close to persuading herself to participate in the social convention of attending a high school dance, even going as far as dressing up in costume to which she was suppose to be a warrior queen. Someone who radiated power and confidence, a commander, all things that she definitely was not. Yet here she was back once again in the place she considered sanctuary, her safe haven and hide out. The Library. She couldn’t do it, she couldn’t bring herself to walk through the doors and be surrounded by all of those people who she was sure didn’t know of her existence. Sitting at her usual table, Willow rested her forehead against the table feeling nothing but disappointment in herself. Not noticing anyone else enter she thought she was by herself until she saw a shadow standing over her. Thinking it was either Rory or Acacia she grumbled under her breath. “I’m not going.” Her voice came out quiet. 

[throughbrokenreflections]

The only reason for him to be in the library during the dance was that he didn’t see his favorite bookworm on the dance floor. At first he thought she would show up later but it never happened. Now he was assuming that her antisocial nature prevailed and she decided not to come. There was one possible place for her to be and if she wasn’t there it meant she wasn’t at the school at all. He noticed her at her usual table , how original. “ Why you are here then ?” he asked when he heard her muttering under her breath. “ It’s not time for you to feel sorry for yourself. Get up. Hate to break it to you , but you are not actually a warrior queen  which means that you are not getting hurt. Get  damn ass up now.”

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Willow lifted her head up surprised by the voice she heard. "Ares." She stated confused, "What are you doing in here?" She asked curious to why he wasn't at the dance. "I'm not feeling sorry for myself, I just don't want to go to that dumb party. I look like an idiot, everyone will laugh at me... Okay, so maybe I am feeling sorry for myself a little bit." She confessed, huffing with frown.

[hauntedhunting-archive-blog]

“How many times can one girl watch her classmates fail at the thriller dance? I’m done.” Hunter laughed, the booming of the old PA system vibrating her ears as she yelled over the bass line. “I’m goin’ to the roof to smoke a joint. You can either stay here and watch Donald Trump make out with Harley Quinn, or you can join me. Your choice.”

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Willow stared at the girl wide eyed feeling unsure as to whether she was actually speaking to her, and if she were then why she was. She found herself opening and closing her mouth trying to think of what to say in reply but coming up with nothing and instead blindly following along even though she’d never smoked.