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Scott watched the other curiously, tilting his head like a confused puppy. He hadn't met the other before, he wasn't sure if Mike was an actual creature of the night. He certainly looked like one though.
He raised an eyebrow before speaking. "...are you a real vampire?"
(starter call???)
(i promise i’m not dead i’ve just been on some other blogs,,)
sentence prompts ➝ poetry starters
‘ life— the thing that happens to us. ’
‘ you owe no one your forgiveness. ’
‘ how’s that for a happily ever after? ’
‘ silence has always been my loudest scream. ’
‘ when I die, do not waste a minute mouring me. ’
‘ “no” is short for “fuck off.” ’
‘ you shine brighter than all the starlight there has ever been or ever will be. ’
‘ i bet you regret making an enemy out of me. ’
‘ we cannot control what we remember ’
‘ i don’t even believe in people. ’
‘ it takes courage to grow up and become who you really are ’
‘ i am a world of uncertainties disguised as a girl. ’
‘ whatever it is that stirs your soul, listen to that. everything else is just noise. ’
‘ i like the disaster of the night sky, stars spilling this way and that as if they were upturned from a glass. ’
‘ resist much, obey little. ’
‘ be patient and tough; one day this pain will be useful to you. ’
‘ i am a dreamer with empty hands and I like the chill. ’
‘ i deserved someone who was willing to stay ’
‘ you’re everywhere except right here and it hurts ’
‘ time doesn’t obey our commands ’
‘ girls like her were born in a storm. ’
‘ only the brave and the broken are kind in this world. ’
‘ people aren’t born sad; we make them that way. ’
‘ some people are born with tornados in their lives ’
‘ there is nothing scarier in their minds than a girl who knows the power of her flames. ’
‘ tell them to be proud of every bit of themselves— ’
‘ some are made of witchcraft and wolf and a little bit of vice. ’
‘ these scars have never diminished your worth, they are the stories that make you whole. ’
‘ and you say you are broken, but broken mirrors like you create the most beautiful patterns of light. ’
‘ but what could you possibly see in her? ’
‘ everything, I see everything in her, because the stardust that makes her is the same stardust that makes me. ’
‘ did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul? ’
‘ you clutter my mind ’
‘ i close my eyes and see infinite galaxies ’
‘ i long for a life i have control of ’
‘ and all i have now are memories that feel like dreams ’
‘ don’t be afraid of getting hurt ’
‘ you have to fight to be alright ’
“Just leave me here to die...”
Someone’s being overly dramatic tonight.
non-conformiist:
“My feelings are the same like they were before. I was thinking that you wouldn’t be able to stay friends with me.”
It was weird… He said the word friends so effortlessly to the other. He guessed it was because Scott otherwise was so… simple, to be around. No complicated feelings. Well, not anymore at least.
“Then that’s that, then.”
“Your friendship means a lot to me.” It wasn’t like Scott had many friends to begin with, and Scott really did enjoy the Goth’s company. Even though Michael didn’t return his romantic feelings, Scott was relieved.
He didn’t want to scare him off or something. “Y... yeah. Um, hm. Is there anything else you wanna talk about?”
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non-conformiist:
“Isn’t keeping secrets a perfect way to ruin a friendship though?”
His lazy eyes rested on the other boy for a moment, before he gave a bit of a shrug.
“I dunno about you, but my most long-lasting friendships stayed that way because we didn’t keep a ton of secrets from each other. Maybe some shit… But this?”
At the other’s question, Michael looked away for a second to go over the whole thing in his head… before he gave him a nod.
“Yah, we are. Or else I wouldn’t have bothered to talk to you about this at all.”
Scott looked over at Michael and sighed, “You’re right, I’m sorry Michael. I shouldn’t keep secrets from you. I’ll be more open about stuff in the future, I swear I will.”
His eyes lit up and he smiled, “O-oh good! Good, I was worried you wouldn’t wanna be friends with me anymore.”
(okay but i love angst i’m ngl)
non-conformiist:
“You’re lying.”
A frown, then he furrowed his eyebrows.
“Well, not so much lying, as witholding the truth.”
The man took a slow drag from his cigarette, his eyes resting on the other’s bright red face. He wasn’t an idiot, he had seen this before. This wasn’t the first time he had confronted someone like this.
“Scott. I’m not interested in you. And you’re about as see-through as water. I’m telling you this because I do actually appreciate your company.”
“I... know that.” Scott wasn’t stupid. “I know you aren’t. B-but I am, and I didn’t wanna say anything to ruin our friendship. So I stayed quiet about it. I thought that’d be for the best.”
He fidgeted anxiously and began to twiddle his thumbs, still unable to look directly at Michael. The brunet could feel his heart sinking, but he still wanted to be at least a little optimistic. “That’s... that’s it, right? That’s all you wanted to talk to me about? W-we’re still friends, right...?”
(b y e scott’s heart is breaking)
(mmm i just,,,, love getting headaches all the time,,,)
non-conformiist:
@lispspoken | x
Steepling his long, pale fingers, Michael lets his index-fingers softly touch his lower lip, before he moved his hands away from himself, gesturing towards Scott.
“What do you want… from me?”
He was silent for a moment, just letting the other reflect upon his question for a second, before he continued on.
“If you have anything you feel like you need to tell me… Would you mind doing so? I don’t enjoy beating around the bush.”
“W... what do you mean by that?” Scott paused for a second to think, then frowned a bit as he felt his face starting to heat up from embarrassment. “What I want from you is your company. I mean, we’re friends! Aren’t we?”
He averted his eyes, choosing to stare down at his feet as his cheeks burned and flushed a bright shade of scarlet. “I like... being around you. Okay?” He really didn’t want to say more than that because he didn’t want to blurt something out that he’d end up regretting.
“We need to talk.”
Oh god, oh GOD. Nothing good ever came out of that. We need to talk. That was what someone said when they wanted to end a relationship. So, Michael and Scott weren’t dating, but still! Scott was dreading those words.
“Uh-- s-sure! What about?”