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[hookbledas]

Hello there! My name is Ashley and I’m the person behind this here blog. I am 26 years old and I live in the USA, in the EST timezone. This blog is private and mutually exclusive, meaning I will only write with you if we follow one another! This blog is for Harry Hook of Disney’s Descendants. Please make sure to read my rules when following.

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[melinasmemes]

𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦    𝘣𝘺    𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵    (2019)    𝘭𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘤    𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴.

feel    free    to    adjust    to    your    liking.

        𝘞𝘌𝘚𝘛    𝘖𝘍    𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘋𝘚. ‘  there’s    a    world    we    knew    as    we.  ’ ‘  a    story    entered;      a    tiny    key    we    turned.  ’ ‘  we’re    falling    through    the    ground    &    falling    slow.  ’ ‘  the    house    is    tumbling    down.  ’ ‘  still,      we    know,      we    know,      all    that    yearns.  ’ ‘  a    rose    remembered    draws    us    onward.  ’ ‘  there’s    a    golden    silver    song    in    the    afternoon.  ’ ‘  he’s    calling    you.  ’ ‘  something    whispers    of    something    gone.  ’ ‘  a    little    cheshire    purrs.  ’

        𝘋𝘖𝘞𝘕    𝘛𝘏𝘌    𝘏𝘖𝘓𝘌. ‘  god,      &    it    was    hot    too.  ’ ‘  who    knew    where    to    look?  ’ ‘  now    some    rabbit    broods.  ’ ‘  how    can    you    refuse    when    i    tell    you    ‘follow’?  ’ ‘  down    &    down    we    fall.  ’ ‘  everything’s    so    tiny.  ’ ‘  these    hands    are    not    my    hands.  ’ ‘  is    this    wonderland?  ’ ‘  no    rabbit    can    begin    to    know    the    state    i’m    in.  ’ ‘  you    never    stop    to    think.  ’

        𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘓𝘓. ‘  the    story    goes    as    stories    will.  ’ ‘  i’m    late,      i’m    late,      so    late.  ’ ‘  i’m    ahead    of    my    time.  ’ ‘  can’t    stories    go    where    stories    will?  ’ ‘  just    me    &    you,      our    golden    room.  ’ ‘  let    the    mad    queen    wait.  ’ ‘  why    can’t    we    linger    &    dream?  ’ ‘  run    &    play    with    me    still.  ’ ‘  so    much    to    do;      adieu,      adieu,      away,      away.  ’ ‘  time    is    chasing    me.  ’

        𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘓𝘐𝘕    𝘛𝘏𝘌    𝘙𝘌𝘎𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘚. ‘  as    if    he’d    look    at    you    forever.  ’ ‘  where    have    you    gone?  ’ ‘  have    you    been    there    yet?  ’ ‘  oh,    the    wind    is    wonderful.  ’ ‘  drift    into    that    fume.  ’ ‘  nothing    but    another    you.  ’ ‘  just    as    sweet    as    rain.  ’ ‘  all    you    hold    is    you.  ’ ‘  it    met    you    in    whoever’s    dream.  ’ ‘  chillin’    the    regrets.  ’

        𝘛𝘏𝘌    𝘒𝘌𝘠    𝘐𝘚. ‘  leave    the    talkers    talking.  ’  ‘  the    hum    is    what    we    want.  ’ ‘  let    the    worry    fade.  ’ ‘  no    more    ‘hurry,      hurry’.  ’ ‘  we    can    rise    beyond    what’s    gone.  ’ ‘  we    know    the    sky    beyond.  ’ ‘  i    won’t    let    them    move    you    on,      play    you    like    some    ghostly   pawn.  ’ ‘  tumble    into    my    heart.  ’ ‘  let    them    play    their    ghostly    fraud.  ’ ‘  the    key    is    in    you.  ’

        𝘛𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘌    𝘓𝘖𝘕𝘎    𝘌𝘠𝘌𝘚. ‘  all    the    world’s    your    shore.  ’ ‘  haunt    your    heart    no    more.  ’ ‘  drift    politely    by    the    white    ink.  ’ ‘  let    the    sorrow    dance.  ’ ‘  let’s    skip    this    tide.  ’ ‘  dance    &    give    yourself    to    his    hard    shell    &    those    long    eyes.  ’ ‘  let    the    seagulls    follow    seagulls.  ’ ‘  let’s    waltz    all    night.  ’ ‘  give    yourself    to    nothing    else.  ’ ‘   waltz    &    waltz    all    night.  ’

        𝘚𝘐𝘊𝘒    𝘛𝘖    𝘋𝘌𝘈𝘛𝘏    𝘖𝘍    𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘊𝘌  𝘕𝘌𝘚𝘚. ‘  wander    though    the    world    as    if    it    were    your    dream.  ’ ‘  how    do    we    put    you    back    to    bed?  ’ ‘  no    more    sucking    up    to    us!  ’ ‘  we    don’t    want    in    your    head.  ’ ‘  you’re    such    a    boring    pain!  ’ ‘  time    to    get    back    above    the    ground!  ’ ‘  it’s    all    about    your    pain!  ’ ‘  sorry,      but    whose    pain?  ’ ‘  you’ll    leave    me    all    the    same!  ’ ‘  i’m    sick    to    death.  ’

        𝘉𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘓𝘐𝘎    𝘉𝘙𝘈𝘌𝘓𝘐𝘎. ‘  words    mean    what    we    say    they    mean.  ’ ‘  that’s    the    way    it    goes.  ’ ‘  come,      sicky    sicky,      front    of    the    line.  ’ ‘  sign    up    to    die.  ’ ‘  dine    on    your    aloneness.  ’ ‘  words    aren’t    what    you    say    they    mean.  ’ ‘  he’s    not    some    diagnosis!  ’ ‘  go    down    your    hole    &    hole    up!  ’ ‘  senseless,      heartless    idiot!  ’ ‘  i    will    not    give    his    soul    up!  ’

        𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌    𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚    𝘍𝘈𝘓𝘓    𝘈𝘞𝘈𝘠. ‘  you    can    kick    at    heaven    or    cry    out    to    the    sky.  ’ ‘  there’s    no    reply.  ’ ‘  some    things    fall    away.  ’ ‘  we    only    stay    a    night.  ’ ‘  we    fill    our    rooms    with    children    &    then    put    out    the    light.  ’ ‘  sorrow    calls    with    the    evening.  ’ ‘  shadows    pause    at    the    window.  ’ ‘  their    grief    is    yours.  ’ ‘  trouble    knocks    at    every    door.  ’ ‘  the    grief    is    yours.  ’

        𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙    𝘚𝘏𝘌𝘓𝘓    𝘖𝘍    𝘎𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘍. ‘  give    into    your    grief    like    me.  ’ ‘  don’t    bother    with    denial.  ’ ‘  bereavement    is    the    key    to    survival.  ’ ‘  mock    me,      i’m    living    in    shock    here.  ’ ‘  my    cheeks    thick    with    tears.  ’ ‘  no    one    comes    near.  ’ ‘  no    loss    could    ever    match    mine.  ’ ‘  such    pearls    are    my    tears.  ’ ‘  love    is   brief.  ’ ‘  climb    into   your    shell    of    grief.  ’

        𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙    𝘙𝘖𝘖𝘔    𝘐𝘕    𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙    𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘋. ‘  what    will    you    do    when    i’m    not     here    with    you?  ’ ‘  you    sit    here    &    you’re    not    with    me.  ’ ‘  will    i    still    sleep    in    some    part    of    your    mind?  ’ ‘  i    never    have    to    let    you    go.  ’ ‘  spend    some    time    in    another    room    in    your    head.  ’ ‘  will    you    dream    i’m    still    watching?  ’ ‘  wanting    so    much    still,      my    love.  ’ ‘  in    my    dreams    you’ll    be    calling.  ’ ‘  there’s    so    much    we    thought    we    would    be.  ’ ‘  you’ll    be    there    wanting    my    love.  ’ ‘  left    behind    in    another    room    in    your    head.  ’

        𝘐𝘚𝘕’𝘛    𝘐𝘛    𝘈    𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘈𝘓? ‘  still    you’re    never    not    you.  ’ ‘  now    where    have    they    brought    you?  ’ ‘  play    like    sister    taught    you.  ’ ‘  no    one    wins    at    cards    or    plays    like    they    ought    to.  ’ ‘  isn’t    it    a    trial    to    try    &    stay    a    child?  ’ ‘  the    world    no    longer    fits.  ’ ‘  you    have    a    past    &    no    one    understands.  ’ ‘  my    dear,      you    look    your    age.  ’ ‘  no    child    can    stay    a    child.  ’ ‘  now    wonderland    grows    old.  ’

        𝘋𝘖   𝘠𝘖𝘜    𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘒    𝘞𝘌    𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘒    𝘠𝘖𝘜’𝘙𝘌    𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘊𝘌? ‘  do    you    think   we    think    you’re    (name)?  ’ ‘  you’re    the    one    &    only    (name).  ’ ‘  we’re    nothing    when    you’re    not    here.  ’ ‘  now    you’re    here,      dear    god    we’re    lucky!  ’ ‘  now    you’re    here,    my    heart    is    thumping.  ’ ‘  cause    wonderland    was    silent.  ’ ‘  our    minds    could    get    so    mindless.  ’ ‘  you’re    no    one    without    (name).  ’ ‘  you   dug    such    a    lovely    ditch,      dear.  ’ ‘  guilty    bitch!  ’

        𝘐’𝘝𝘌    𝘚𝘏𝘙𝘜𝘕𝘒    𝘌𝘕𝘖𝘜𝘎𝘏. ‘  loving   is    the    thing    i’m    guilty    of.  ’ ‘  it’s    done,      i’m    done;      i’ve    shrunk    enough.  ’ ‘  hold    your    tongue!  ’ ‘  cut    out    her    tongue!  ’ ‘  i    hold    the    hand    i    hold.  ’ ‘  growing    up   is    not    a    crime.  ’ ‘  enough’s    enough;      go    lock    her    up!  ’ ‘  now    (name)    holds    the    cards    in    wonderland.  ’ ‘  (name)    fell    hot    &    bothered    down    a    well.  ’ ‘  such    a    nasty    girl.  ’

        𝘈𝘍𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘕𝘖𝘖𝘕. ‘  a    little    talk    could    hold    me    for    a    little    while.  ’ ‘  the    book    of    night    is    closing    for    the    child.  ’ ‘  i    knew    you    were    a    strange    girl.  ’ ‘  we    knew    the    world   of    summer.  ’ ‘  the    melodies    were    sweeter    left    unheard.  ’ ‘  we    fell    so    far.  ’ ‘  you    never    play    september    in    a    winter    game.  ’ ‘  the    heart    will    not    remember    what    it    will    not    name.  ’ ‘  butterflies    go    floating    all    the    same.  ’ ‘  who    knew    what    to    do    with    all    i    felt    for    you?  ’

        𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘙    𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘔𝘚. ‘  winter    blooms    in    autumn    light.  ’ ‘  roses    linger    with    a    sigh.  ’ ‘  every    bloom    bids    goodbye.  ’ ‘  nothing    comes    or    goes    without    a    shadow.  ’ ‘  somewhere    in    the    soul    you    hold    a    candle.  ’ ‘  let    the    sorrow    go.  ’ ‘  there’s    a    room    you    leave    behind.  ’ ‘  other   wounds    of    other    times.  ’ ‘  summer    drifts    like    a    child.  ’ ‘  down    the    hole    you    go    &    there    you    are.  ’

[hookbledas]

Max Wolfe from GG is big Harry energy. 

[starprompt]

Send a ◈ for a first kiss between our muses. 

[vivrae-arc]

honey ,    you’re    a    goddamn    wildfire     …     you    choose    who    you    burn.

[enchanting]

Send 🖊 for me to make you a starter with a random first line from this generator. ( If you can’t see the emoji just send “First Line” ! )

[rainydayrpmemes]

tender (loving) care starters

starter sentences focused on softness, kindness, and caring for another (injured) person! feel free to change tenses, pronouns, etc. as you like!

❝ they really did a number on you, didn’t they? ❞

❝ you’re an idiot, you know? but you’re my idiot, so i’ll patch you up.❞

❝ i wish you wouldn’t push yourself so much. ❞

❝ it’s alright; i’m here now. ❞

❝ here, take my hand. ❞

❝ will you let me take a look? ❞

❝ where does it hurt? ❞

❝ please, allow me. ❞

❝ let me help you with that. ❞

❝ calm down, take a deep breath. ❞

❝ would you like a hug? ❞

❝ cry if you need to. i won’t tell anybody! ❞

❝ we’ll have you patched up in no time. ❞

❝ try to relax. ❞

❝  this’ll hurt a bit. ❞

❝ here it’ll help keep the swelling down. ❞

❝ there, all better! ❞

❝ that wasn’t so bad, now was it? ❞

❝ please try to be more careful next time. ❞

❝ try not to push yourself so hard next time. ❞

❝ i’ll show you how to wrap it up properly. ❞

❝ i could try to channel healing magic into a kiss if you’d like? ❞

❝ it’s not as bad as it looks, i’ll have you patched up quick! ❞

❝ they’re dinosaur band aids! they always cheer me up when i get a nasty scrape like this.❞

❝ i can help you change the bandages. ❞

[whiterabbitmemes]

Send a 🎧 and I will put my music on shuffle, then write a starter based on a lyric from the first song that plays

[hookbledas]

Lips  curl  into  a  grin,  eyes  lighting  up  at  the  prospect.  “Don’t  threaten  me  with  a  good  time.”  He  cooed,  pushing  himself  off  the  wall.  Harry  was  always  up  for  a  good  time,  in  his  book.  “So,  what’s  the  plan?”  He  asked,  moving  toward  his  sister,  his  stride  confident  as  always.  This  was  her  idea  so  he’d  listen  to  what  she  had  to  say  before  he  put  his  own  opinions  in  on  it,  as  it  always  was. 

  sc / don’t threaten me with a good time - P!ATD / selectively accepting. / @hoistsails​

[calistyled]

@hookbled​ said: “ i propose we leave for home at once. ”

 she  smiles  a  serene  smile,  slipping  a  hand  into  his.  how  lucky  was  she  to  be  loved  by  him?  it  was  so  lovely.  ❝  i  love  the  sound  of  that.  home;  with  you.  ❞

[hookbledas]

His  thumb  brushed  over  the  back  of  her  hand  when  she  slipped  hers  in  his.  He’d  never  been  one  for  these  fancy  parties  so  the  fact  that  she  was  willing  to  go  so  easily  relaxed  him  a  bit.  “Then,  what  are  we  waiting  for?”  He  cooed,  dropping  her  hand  to  pick  her  up  bridal  style  and  headed  for  the  door. 

[hookbledas]

livevl​:​

“   WOW.        COULD  YOU  SOUND  ANYMORE  LIKE  A  JEALOUS  EX?   ”      bitter  tone  laces  over  her  words.  it’s  a  failed  attempt  to  keep  façade  in  place.  he  isn’t  pushing  her  buttons.  and  there’s  no  chance  she  has  allowed  his  accusations  to  cut  through  her.  it’s  the  invading  of  her  personal  space.              forcing  her  to  take  a  step  back ,      almost  stumbling  over  her  own  feet.    “  it’s  called  growing  up.                  you  should  try  it  sometime.   ”      a  lie  that  tastes  as  sweet  as  strawberries  on  her  tongue.  he  was  right   —  wasn’t  he ?     there  was  always  going  to  be  a  piece  of  her  that  wanted  to  be  like  him.  that  craved  the  fight  and  the  chaos  that  the  isle  had  given  them.      “   i  left  your  shirt  and  any  flame  i  was  carrying  for  you  back  on  the  isle.   ”      more  lies.     because  deceit  had  always  been  their  native  tongue.    and  she  doesn’t  quite  know  how  to  say  he  still  takes  up  far  too  large  a  space  in  her  heart.                   not  when  he’ll  get  some  twisted  pleasure  from  it  before  crushing  her  beneath  his  boot.      “   you  made  the  jump  to  auradon    …    same  as  the  rest  of  us ,  first  chance  you  got.  we  both  know  uma’s  the  only  reason  you  went  back.   ”

He  was  jealous,  damnit!  He  hated  it  too,  but  that  was  neither  here  nor  there.  He  saw  the  small  falter  and  it  only  seemed  to  fuel  his  fire  to  make  her  life  a  living  hell.  “Aww,  are  ya  scared  of  me?”  He  cooed,  batting  his  eyelashes  at  her,  amused.  “Nah,  I  don’t  plan  on  growin’  up  any  time  soon.”  In  fact,  he  had  half  the  mind  to  ship  out  to  neverland  where  he  would  never  grow  old,  take  up  where  his  old  man  left  off,  if  you  would.  All  in  good  fun  of  course.  “We’re  still  too  young  to  act  like  we’re  DEAD.”  He  never  wanted  to  ever  feel  like  he  was  dead,  so  he  doubted  he’d  ever  change.  Head  tilted  when  she  said  she  left  the  shirt  and  the  flame  back  on  the  isle.  Maybe  the  shirt,  but  he  didn’t  think  she  left  the  other  part  or  he  would  just  move  on  and  ignore  her  like  he’d  planned  to  do.  “I  don’t  want  to  be  here!”  He  snarled,  fingers  forming  into  fists.  “I  was  FINE  on  the  isle.”  He  was  only  here  for  Uma,  nothing  else  and  even  then  he  stayed  on  the  isle  mostly  helping  rebuild  it. 

[bloodsoughta]

── INDIE SAM FRASER FROM FEAR STREET. ADORED BY ASHLEY.  ©

[vaememes]

✧     CRIMSON     PEAK     SENTENCE     PROMPTS    !   

*  A MIXTURE OF CRIMSON PEAK PROMPTS , TRIGGERS MAY APPLY , CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS AS NEEDED .

❝ They take the heat from the sun, and when it deserts them, they die. ❞

❝ They’re dying.  ❞

❝ You’re monsters. Both of you! ❞

❝ It’s a world of everything dying and eating each other right beneath our feet. ❞

❝ Surely there’s more to it than that. ❞

❝ Beautiful things are fragile… ❞

❝ At home we have only black moths. ❞

❝ Formidable creatures, to be sure, but they lack beauty. ❞

❝ They thrive on the dark and cold. ❞

❝ What do they feed on? ❞

❝ You’re so… different. ❞

❝ Ghosts are real, that much I know. I’ve seen them all my life… ❞

❝ It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all. ❞

❝ But the horror… The horror was for love. ❞

❝ The things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret.  ❞

❝ This love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out.  ❞

❝ There are things that tie them to a place, very much like they do to us. ❞

❝ Will you still like to know my thoughts? ❞

❝ The aches that you describe with such earnestness, the pain, the loss. ❞

❝ In fact, you only seem to know what other writers tell. ❞

❝ You clearly have not lived it at all. ❞

❝ Where I come from, ghosts are not to be taken lightly. ❞

❝ You are nothing but a SPOILED CHILD! ❞

❝ What do you dream of? A kind man? A pure soul to be redeemed? Perfection? ❞

❝ I advise you to return to your ghosts and fancies. ❞

❝ A house as old as this one becomes, in time, a living thing. ❞

❝ It starts holding onto things… keeping them alive when they shouldn’t be. ❞

❝ Some should never be spoken about again. ❞

❝ You will stay here, with us… won’t you?  ❞

❝ A man that feeds off land that others work for him. ❞

❝ This parasite is perfectly charming and a magnificent dancer. ❞

❝ I cannot leave you here. ❞

❝ I find myself thinking about you even at the most inopportune moments of the day. ❞

❝ I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine. ❞

❝ The first time I saw one I was ten years old. ❞

❝ There were to be no parting kisses. No goodbyes. No last words. ❞

❝ You lied to me! ❞

❝ You poisoned me! ❞

❝ You said you loved me! ❞

❝ I’ve always closed my eyes to things that made me uncomfortable. ❞

❝ I don’t want to close my eyes. I want to keep them open. ❞

❝ It makes everything easier. ❞

❝ I heard you the first time. ❞

❝ It’s an excellent likeness. ❞

❝ The more the house sinks, the worse it gets. ❞

❝ Goodness. How many rooms are there? ❞

❝ We must do something about it.  ❞

❝ Others that hold onto an emotion. A drive. Loss. Revenge. Or love. ❞

❝ The spilling of blood. A terrible crime. ❞

❝ I don’t know. Would you like to count them? ❞

❝ Do we have to do this? Must we? ❞

❝ She stopped drinking her tea, but I poisoned the porridge. ❞

❝ That’s exactly what our mother told us in her last moment. ❞   

❝ This is your home now. You have nowhere else to go. ❞

❝ Perfection has no place in love, [Name]. ❞

❝ You know precious little of the human heart, or love, or the pain that comes with it. ❞

❝ I can’t. I can’t. ❞

❝ This place is hundreds years old. Souls come and go. ❞

❝ Some of them are good; some of them bad… ❞

❝ You insist on describing the torments of love when you know NOTHING about them. ❞

❝ I’M NOT DONE YET! ❞

❝ How do you manage this house? ❞

❝ Actually, I’d rather be Mary Shelly; she died a widow. ❞

❝ Perfection has no place in love. ❞

❝ Perhaps we only notice things when the time comes for us to see them. ❞

❝ In [Country] we bank on effort, not privilege. ❞

❝ The men at this table, all of us, came up through honest, hard work. ❞

❝ Well, maybe not all of us. [Name] here is a [Occupation].  ❞

❝ If there’s one thing I know, it’s the importance of the right tool for the job. ❞

❝ I’m a builder, dear. ❞

❝ Everyone falls in love, dear, even women. ❞

❝ There are things that tie them to a place.   ❞

❝ The marriages were for money, of course. ❞

❝ You need a measure of bitterness… Not to be eaten.. ❞

❝ Nothing gentle ever grows in this land. ❞

❝ My heart would cease to beat and I would die. ❞

❝ I won’t stop… until you kill me… or I kill you! ❞

❝ So it’s all out in the open. No more secrets! ❞  

❝ I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine. And should that link be broken either by distance or by time, then my heart would cease to beat and I would die. ❞

[ghostmemesource]

Send me ❝ What the hell were you thinking?! ❞ for my muse’s reaction to your muse risking their own life to save my muse. Alternatively, send me ❝ What the hell were you thinking? ❞ for my muse to react to saving your muse’s life.

[hookbledas]

Since I no longer do starter calls, hit the heart and I’ll send you some memes that we can turn into threads.

[hookbledas]

Harry  looked  almost  confused  as  he  stared  her  down,  trying  to  figure  out  how  to  say  what  he  wanted  without  sounding  too  confused.  “Why  aren't  you  scared  of  me?”  He  asked  finally.  Head  tilting  as  he  moved  to  invade  her  personal  space,  as  if  inspecting  her.  “Everyone  else  is  scared  of  me,  but  you…”  And  Uma,  of  course  but  he  wasn’t  speaking  about  her  at  the  moment.  “You  don’t  seem  to  be.  Why?”  He  tilted  his  head  slightly  to  stare  in  her  eyes.  “I  could  hurt  you…”He  could  but  Uma  would  kick  his  ass,  there  was  a  time  and  place  for  that,  and  this  wasn’t  it. 

   sc / bury a friend - billie eilish / selectively accepting. / @phantasmtastic​ for Evie

[hookbledas]

A  laugh  escaped  the  pirate’s  lips  as  he  watched  her.  He  always  seemed  to  figure  out  how  to  get  under  her  skin,  just  where  he  wanted  to  be.  “Do  I  offend  you?  You're  hanging  on  my  sentences.”  He  cooed  at  her,  hook  brushing  hair  off  her  face.  “C’mon,  Pixie,  just  admit  it.  You’re  offended  by  me.”  Was  cooed  again,  a  cruel  smile  tugging  on  his  features.  He  wanted  to  hear  her  say  it.  Make  things  easier  on  both  of  them.  “You’ve  changed.”  Was  said  to  let  hang  in  the  air  between  them  like  a  bomb  ready  to  detonate.  Of  course  she  was  different,  she  got  out.  Left  him  behind.  “Do  ya  still  have  my  old  shirt?”  The  smile  was  back  as  he  leaned  in.  “How  can  you  still  hold  a  flame  for  me  when  I  offend  you  so  much?  Is  it  because  you  wish  you  could  be  like  me?  Go  back  before  you  turned  your  back  on  evil?”

    sc / drama club - melaine martinez / selectively accepting. / @livevl​