sliver of our last days

[princessrhcenyra]

WESTWORLD ⇢ 3x01

[yongmel]

[lupesalvarez]

There’s this girl…

[themichaeline]

http://8tracks.com/kisslock/slow-dancing

[ma-demoiselle-cherie]

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

[octoberinspo]

[macherierps]

Snatch → 1.05 “The Smelt Down”

[theliarsdaily]

[angel-reyes]

SOFIA CARSON as April Dibrina in Feel the Beat (2020)

[thehauntingsource]

[crims0nluna-deactivated20200820]

If you can’t picture her throwing a molotov… she’s not the one, bro.

[thelaziestmotherfucker]

[lastingslivers]

mccncrane​:

LOCATION: audrey’s bedroom WHEN: february 2044, post event 01 FOR: @lastingslivers​

Call it chance of fate, call it early stages of an obsession, call it whatever – Leyla simply kept finding herself in Audrey’s bedroom every so often, these days. Truth be told, she’d never wanted something like this in her life before. She’d fooled around with people before, and it had always been… underwhelming. Boring, even, she’d dare say. But there was something about the way they fit together, something different in the connection their bodies had. People talked about sparks flying, they were an entire explosion in itself.

Things had finally quieted down a bit. The group had managed to win over the radio tower, everyone was raving about it. Leyla didn’t mind celebrating with the others for a while, letting herself be entertained – she particularly didn’t mind the cheap alcohol being passed around, hidden behind backs and under dumb giggles. She could have fun when she wanted to, contrary to popular belief. But now that that was all done, she could inconspicuously trail after Audrey and sneak into her room for some alone time.

“You’re the talk of the town, today, huh?” She greeted, a hint of a smirk on her tone. “I just wanted to give my personal congratulations.”

x

Those non-believers of the sinful outside world got what was coming to them, Audrey would say with a confident and accomplished smile. The Purged’s triumph at the radio tower was merely another sign that they were the ones who were doing good. They were the good, not anyone else. So many lost souls in that world, and most of them saw the Purged as… what did they call it? Ah, yes. A cult. What a ridiculous and false thought. They were sinners who would never truly understand the truth of the Purged’s ideals. The outside world was too far gone now. They would perish, one by one. And Audrey would watch from the front row.

The angels involved in the radio tower raid were merely used as scouts for a few weeks prior, observing the exact times that the patrols would arrive and when they would leave. And all of that information was returned back to Malachi and the others. Audrey had been one of those said scouts, but it was the thrones and the powers who were directly involved in the attack. If she could, she would have been thrilled to send an arrow flying toward that lookout. But alas, perhaps next time.

“Come in,” Audrey called with a calm, welcoming tone after hearing the knock. The voice that greeted her was familiar, and the angel smirked as she continued pouring red wine into a glass by the back table. “Now, now. You flatter me,” she purred, taking the glass and turning around on her heel to study Leyla with her glinting green gaze. “I was merely a messenger in this lovely raid, though if I could’ve released an arrow, you know I would have.”

It only took a few sultry strides across the room to make it to Leyla, where Audrey stopped a few feet from her and nonchalantly held up the glass of wine to her visitor. “Wine, darling?”

[cleonxxiv]

[dawngranger]

Your secret’s safe with me.

[angel-reyes]

[lastingslivers]

LOCATION: fremont lake TIME: january 2044 CHARACTERS: otto quentin & nell pak @mccncrane​

He used to roam with a pack of misfits back in the day, just a bunch of kids trying to survive in a world that was dangerous to even the most seasoned soldiers. That was their life, trying to get to the next day without kicking the bucket. And the shit they had to do to survive? Otto never questioned the morals of that and went along with it. They had to do what they had to do. That was a long time ago. The group separated years ago and Otto found himself in Jackson for a few years. Not that it mattered anymore. He tried to pretend it never happened. Those happy go lucky people with their little happy town? Fuck that. Otto was glad he left. And he was even more glad that he found the group known as the Wyoming Militia. The adrenaline-rushing vibe was what he had been looking for, even if he didn’t know it until he found them.

Otto had barely arrived. It was barely even the second day of residing there. The short version was that Yennefer decided to officially accept him into the fold, letting him be one of the infected herders. Now, he found himself wandering around the camp’s boundaries, though he could feel eyes on him. A member or two trailing him, watching from afar as if to make sure he didn’t have bad intentions that went against the Grizzlies. Most likely on Yennefer’s orders. Otto continued on like he didn’t notice them, finally taking a seat on a sandy log on the shore that overlooked Lady Death in the distance.

Fingers sliding into his jacket pocket, he pulled out a stack of old, torn cards that were only stuck together by a rubber band. He took an old Ace of Clubs out, the edges torn like it had seen some shit in its lifetime. He looked at it briefly before taking the whole stack, aimlessly beginning to shuffle them in his hands as a means to busy himself.