( vagantxm. )
illusionaryash
Fallon knows that face. It’s been scorched in her head for years, the girl who was her best friend. Of course, until she got adopted, and Fallon was left to rot in that foster home. She stalks up next to her, smirk on her face. “Well, if it isn’t Ashlin Haven,” she puts extra emphasis on the girl’s adopted name. “I’d ask how you are, but I don’t care enough.”
Ash isn’t really expecting anyone to come up to her, much less a childhood friend that she hasn’t seen in what feels like an eternity. But more than anything she isn’t expecting the anger directed at her. Not at all. Frowning, she crosses her arms. “What the fuck crawled up your ass and died?” And why the hell was her childhood best friend, her only ever best friend, acting this way?














