Play With Fire

Nothing ever lasts forever, everybody wants to rule the world! There's a room where light won't find you. Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down. When they do I'll be right behind you.

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fallxnangxl:

“How cocky can you be? But I’m guessing you like it?”

“’M not being cocky, princess. You want my attention.” He grins, a very boyish glance on his normally brooding features. “’S alright.” He mutters indifferently, shrugging.

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fallxnangxl:

“I got this wig while I was out, what you think?”

“Didn’t think you’d go to extreme lengths to get my attention, princess.”

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artistvalerie:

Valerie was beyond excited for the spring break trip, after all she could hardly remember if her and her family had gone on any trips like this before, but either way it just made her more happy about the idea of going out and exploring another place that she hasn’t been before. She had slept in that day and when she woke up, she had decided to go out and check out all the sight seeing things that she heard many were talking about. Now she was wandering her way back to the hotel, trying to find a place to eat. That was until she heard a voice causing her eyes to snap up from her phone to meet the one guy who had always been a mystery towards her, their first encounterment, he ran away from her, then he saves her from the flood, then he drunkenly texted her that she was his sister and now he was asking her to go eat something. He was beyond confusing and if it weren’t for her starving self, she would of said no. “Hey,” she greeted back sending him a tiny smile. “Yeah, sure.. where are you going exactly?” 

While he might think he’s hallucinating, suffering from his earlier nightmares, losing his damn mind, he isn’t deluded to people’s behavior. He isn’t fucking stupid, contrary what people might think. He knows most of the time she doesn’t seem to understand, doesn’t seem to want anything to do with him. And he can’t fucking blame her, can he? Not with the way things ended. Not with the way he fucking killed her. Not with the way it’s his fault. His fingers twitch and tremble and he seems a bit restless. His body aching for a substance, mind craving the sweet feel of fucking nothing, his hands itching to fish out his cigs. He locks his jaw, jutting out his chin slightly in indication to her greeting, indifferently. The bar- he was going to the first fucking pub he could find but he doubts she’ll like that. “Dunno.” He shrugs. Looking pensive, troubled. fuck, shit, fuck. “Sure they got some good place ‘round here.”

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@artistvalerie​

He hadn’t really wanted to go. The prospect of almost having the whole campus to himself sounded much better than the trip to Greece with the rest of the whole fucking school. He didn’t need them around for his spring break too. And if there was one thing for certain, it would be the fact that he wouldn’t be going home. Not now. Not with her. Not with his fucking mind down in the gutter. They’d send him back to rehab, suggest he see a shrink. And he didn’t need a mindless person trying to pry into his fucking mind, only to dumbly nod along if he did open his mouth. No, getting high and wasted until he passed out in his room sounded fine to him. Really, he doesn’t know why he went anyways, why the hell he’s here. But he is and his hands are shaking and his chest is tightening and he wonders where the nearest bar is. Maybe getting drunk in Greece is more fun. Maybe hooking up with a girl who he can’t understand, will be more fucking peaceful. He’s moving, hands shoved down into the pockets of his jeans, and his sneakers kicking against the loose rocks on the path. It’s when he looks up that he sees her. And it’s ironic that she’d haunt him even here. But he’s slipping and haunting doesn’t seem the right word anymore. Without thinking he stumbles towards her; He needs his damn fill. “Hey.” Killian mutters, hoarsely. Grimacing at his own throaty voice. “You wanna go grab a bite?”

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@fallxnangxl​

He digs his phone back within his pocket, moving through the big entryway of the hospital. It’s bright and extends to different hallways. There’s a middle-aged woman sitting behind a large wooden desk that’s positioned at the center. Her glasses, square shaped and black, push up all the way to her nose. She stares at him, warily eyeing the small plastic bag that’s loosely dangling in his grip. He figures she’s prepared to give him evasive answers and send him right back out. Fucking unfortunate for her then that he knows better. He moves right past, smirking wickedly at the frowning face of the woman. The urge to fish for his cigs and light one just to piss her off even more strongly present as he rounds the corner. He hates fucking hospitals. With their eerie white walls and doctors that don’t really do shit. An image of his sister lying helplessly on one of the beds, tubes and medical things stuck to her body at all angles, her bruised and battered skin oddly reflecting the too white sheets flashes before him and he grimaces. His jaw setting tightly, the familiar twitch between his fingers returning. And within the proximity of clean drugs the thought of ravaging through their supplies to find any numbing substance seems pretty enticing. His grip stiffens and he rounds another corner, dark eyes searching for the right room before he bursts in, carelessly moving towards the bed and throwing down the bag. “Got your fucking chocolate, princess.”

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text // killian

Anabelle: 😊

Anabelle: happy now?

Anabelle: why do i doubt that?

Killian: fuck yea 👌👌

Killian: do whatever you want

Killian: which room/floor u at?

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text // killian

Anabelle: if only i had the capacity to reply with emojis, what a world

Anabelle: i appreciate that :)

Anabelle: thank you, you aren't that bad, aren't ya?

Killian: ur missing out, gotta be a cool kid🤘

Killian: im not good either

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text | open

Violet: ... why what's wrong this time?

Violet: why are you sending me random emoji's?

Violet: what's wrong with your mom? She's nice!

Killian: nthin

Killian: sdn teh wrong one

Killian: i woldnt fcucking txt her

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text | val

Valerie: did you just call me your sis?

Valerie: i'm so confused, where are you?

Killian: ye

Killian: jst fcuk val

Killian: whr r u m comin

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text // killian

Anabelle: A SMIRK? WHAT DOES THAT MEANS (sarcasm)

Anabelle: "your highness" and now "princess", today is LIT

Anabelle: i will love some milk too with that chocolate

Killian: 😑

Killian: glad i could make ur day, majesty 👌 'sarcasm'

Killian: alright. i'll be there in a sec

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text | val

Valerie: ooohhh, hi!

Valerie: actually, I don't... but okay..

Killian: ur y fuckn sis

Killian: I shold have ur fuckin number

Killian: fbk whr r u

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text | open

Violet: are you drunk again?

Violet: god damn it, Killian i feel like your mom every damn time you drunk text me

Killian: yeh

Killian:👣

Killian: fuck

Killian:👌

Killian: i woldnt fcking text m mom

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If I had a drink for every fuck I give I’d be one sober mother fucker, but if I had a drink for every fuck I gave about her, I’d be intoxicated forever. I’d drink myself to death.

(via moonsads)

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text | val

Valerie: um... who is this?

Valerie: And how did you get my number?

Killian: kIllan

Killian: fuck killian

Killian: u fucking know how

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text | open

Alexia: are u drunk?

Alexia: cause i didnt understand shit u just spelt

Killian: yeah

Killian: u wana join

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text || Killian

Matthew: maybe at the bottom of your glass ?

Matthew: mate just call a cab

Matthew: PS wheres the party @?

Killian: fuc u

Killian: theyrs fuckn ecpensicv

Killian: nd m not gon leabe my fvking csr her/

Killian: ur moms bed

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artistvalerie:

Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see him flick his cigarette carelessly in the grass causing her to shake her head a bit as she focused on mixing the color in her palette and continuing to paint on the canvas ahead of her. She pictures her painting in her head perfectly and she wasn’t sure how she got the inspiration after the accident, but it just came to her. She notices him standing there, leaning against the tree, however she doesn’t dare to speak until he said something. Her warm brown eyes, flickered up and stares at him giving him a tiny smile as she shrugs her shoulders. “I’m fairly okay, nothing really to complain about.. how about you?” she asks, as she dips her paint brush in the water, so it could remove the previous color she was using. 

It’s ironic how much she fucking screws with his brain. How much she resembles and differs from the feeling -- the substance that he craves badly. She can be his drug for a while. He looks down at her, with dark eyes and the nagging voice in the back of his mind only swearing one word over and over again. Fuck. He opens his mouth to speak without any fucking clue how to reply. “Nothing... No injury from the flood? ” It’s hoarse and throaty and uncomfortable. But he seems to care -- to be a little concerned. How the fuck can he not be? No matter if she’s just in his head- if she’s just the haunting image of his sister that he can’t get rid of. (Maybe-- doesn’t want to get rid of.) “Fine.” He mutters, indifferently. Glancing out over the fields.