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BEYONCÉ // 6 INCH
sterling rosenthal.
The body fell limp. Pressing his foot down on the victim’s throat, Sterling looked up at the midnight sky as he took a deep breath in, and a deep breath out, before finally rolling his neck round at the other person down the alleyway. “Can I help you?” He called out, voice low and hoarse.
“Hello, dear,” Belladonna SAUNTERED up to the scene, looking over it, and frowning. “Care to tell me more about WHAT’S going on here??”
bronwyn travers.
&&. Her features LIT UP well before the other woman’s words even registered in her thoughts. “My goodness, BELLADONNA BURKE,” Bronwyn exclaimed, finally, a F O N D smile dimpling her cheeks. ( Sadness might’ve touched her eyes, too, if she hadn’t been so delighted to stumble across a familiar face. ) “I’ve got to pick Jaime up in,” the brunette paused, eying the watch strapped to her wrist, “an hour, so it’ll have to be quick. But I’ve always, always,
A L W A Y S
got time for an old friend.”
It was amazing how the kindness of Bronwyn Travers was never ending -- it reminded Belladonna of the little memories she still retained of her MOTHER. Bron’s presence was r e f r e s h i n g, it was something that Belladonna indulged in when she was lucky enough to be around such a bright soul. For once, she didn’t crave to CRUSH the soul out of someone, to screw them over, even though she knew it would’ve been delightfully amazing to do so to someone as vibrant as Bronwyn. No, for once Belladonna just wanted to bask in the other woman’s presence without judging eyes around her. “Bronwyn!!” She smiled, “I’m sad that it’s got to be quick, but any time with you is good time. Even if it’s just an hour before you’ve got to pick up Jaime,” maybe in another life, Belladonna would’ve offered to come with Bron to pick up Jaime, but in this life she didn’t. There was a war and she didn’t want to endanger a child -- she did have boundaries.
Going in for a hug, Belladonna continued, “would you believe me if I said that I’ve MISSED you?”
teddy lupin.
“I mean, I don’t really drink, but…I’ll take a butterbeer, if you’re offering.”
“Well, I’m happy that you’re at least making somewhat of a COMPROMISE for me. I’d hate to drink alone.”
elena longbottom.
“Or ten,” Elena quipped, a small but tired smile tugging at her lips. “Are you offering?”
“Seems like you need an ear as well, but yes, I am offering a drink. -- Tell me, do I know you?? HAVE we met before?”
valeria goyle.
“You are so on it’s not even funny, I think I need like, seven, actually.”
“Seven?? Which is it -- family or the idiots supporting the wrong side? And what kind of drink would you like? I’m making.”
james sirius potter.
“Need is debatable. Though you make me wonder how it is that I look that makes you say. ”
“Oh, easy, I’ll describe it -- like you’re at work and you’ve been t h i n k i n g for way too long. Or like you’ve smelled something ROTTEN.”
“YOU look like you need a drink. Or am I off?”
Belladonna Burke //aesthetic
↳ “She was the perfect paradox, a terrific travesty, holding paradise in one hand and poison in the other, causing pain and craving pleasure. And yet she was the only living paradise in my poisonous mind.“
I ruled a smoking, wrecked kingdom with a hard and deadly hand. It was dark and gory. No one liked living there, not even its king. It had a soundtrack. All screams.
John Darnielle, Wolf in White Van (via antimony)
This is more than what I’ve dreamed of. Sometimes you have dreams and you want just a little role, then you get this lead role on a show and it’s a blessing. It’s more than a dream come true.
your mouth tastes like november the sixth. treason stains your lips, wine-dark and haunting.
[ london’s burning ] a.g. (via ophvnim)