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The flames of the candles flickered higher, their light springing forth and dancing in a myriad of contrast against the shadows on the white of the walls all around. A look of confusion rapidly unfurled, and unable to prevent himself from giving into his wildly brewing curiosity, Kyle began to set forth slowly across the tiles. His interest piqued the closer he came, eyebrows arching higher as the candlelit glow continued to collect in the depths of his dark gaze. Nothing about his demeanor said that he was hard or stoic; Kyle had come a long way from being a corpse composed purely of cold limbs and fresh stitches spread out across a slab in the morgue, from the boy who barely held control over his own limbs. He wasn’t the same, and he never would be the same. But he was here, with Zoe, and that was all that mattered. The split of pallid lips curved into a smile as he reached her side said as much.

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He wanted to ease her suffering, to lesson the burden weighing down her frail and slender, fragile shoulders as much as possible. It was the least he could do. He set the porcelain mug onto the top of the table, leaving him free to walk purposefully toward Zoe with heavy footfalls in order to hover closely from behind as the largeness of a strong palm soothed and settled along her back. He stood still for a moment, suspended between a heavy breath and observation keenly attuned to the one he was supporting, so gently touching. The quiet of the kitchen within the walls of the house enclosed them in a hushed shroud from all sides. Kyle was the designated guard dog constructed to be the protector of the coven, but first and foremost he was hers. The usual depth of his gravelly voice pushed out from creaky vocal chords, but with an extra note of caring introduced, consideration as the words were delivered, ❝— Are you sure?❞

❝I could bring tea up to you in our room. You don’t…have to be out of bed.❞

[lavishsuggestions]

If you touch me without my explicit permission, I will have your hand served to me on a silver platter.

[hwlena]

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coven characters summed up

fiona goode: IM THE SUPREME!!!!!! ME I AM

cordelia foxx: babies :D!!!

madison montgomery: someone fuck me or get fucked

kyle spencer: NO!!!!!!

zoe benson: KYLE NO STOP IT

queenie: bake me a peach cobbler slave

delphine lalaurie: um excUSE me i am NOT your slave

nan: hello hi can you shut up im trying to read thanks

misty day: stevie nicks

marie laveau: i like voodoo shit and hair

spalding: cleans up everyones mess

myrtle snow: walk walk fashion baby

[turdette]

the babe

[continuouslycoolcarin]

i just had to 

[fionagoddess]

I could be the Supreme. My powers are growing.

[shellsatthebeach]

Sometimes you gotta work a little, so you can ball a lot. 

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“it was like kyle fingered someone and his finger went into their peach”

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sweetsluttyangel:

Life is too short to pretend you’re not into some kinky shit

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The Neighbourhood || R.I.P. 2 My Youth

I was naive and hopeful and lost Now I’m aware and driving my thoughts

[yunafire]

She’d already started packing. That’s helpful. No one will wonder where the body went once we bury her.