angel with a shotgun

"I can't promise that things won't be broken, but I swear that i will never leave."

[jctts-blog1]

Maybe you don’t think so, but that means a lot to me.

I’ll be there to put out the fire, don’t worry.

[pascalharring]

I believe it. I would hope it would mean a lot, it would have felt like words without meaning otherwise.

Pinky swear?

[jctts-blog1]

Cold Sleepless Night || Open Para

[jctts-blog1]

A single moment felt like eternity. She could feel the time drag, as if everything was happening in slow motion. Melanie was trembling, but this tremble wasn’t the result of the effect the cold wind, which blew powerfully, had on her. She was scared, she admitted to herself. The green eyed girl never thought she would find herself in a situation like this. She lived convinced that, when the time came, she wouldn’t be scared, she wouldn’t care at all. Yet Mel wanted to run for her life ever since she saw the human like shape in the shadows, but she couldn’t move. There was just something wrong with dying from someone else’s hand..or gunshot, or whatever. She wanted to scream that she didn’t want to die and beg her attacker for her life. She had already given him a mutilated face and a psychotic look, but the ‘attacker’ was nothing like that. He was beautiful. The perfectly shaped blonde curls on his forehead almost covered his eyes, he looked tired and sleepy. There was nothing psychotic about him, but Melanie was still shaking.

“For fucks sake, Pascal”, she mumbled out of breath, taking a deep one when she spitted the words out. Her thin legs tottered so she leaned against a brick wall of some shop, looking at him through her lashes. “Do you always sneak up on people in the middle of the night?”, her eyebrows were slightly raised as she bit the inner side of her lower lip. Sighing, she shook her head with words: “Shouldn’t you be at home?” Melanie put her arms around her body, looking like she’s hugging herself, and scanned the blonde boy while he was talking.

[pascalharring]

He backed up those little steps he took. It was never his intention to scare her; if he was being frank, he scared a bit himself. The bitter air was beating him down like he was in a bad neighborhood. Cold, beyond cold, he wanted to get out of there, but he couldn't just leave her. The voice would come and would yell until he went back to get her. His eyes took in her every movement. He wanted to talk, but the words slipped out of his mouth the instance he opened it. Instead, he loomed towards her, taking off his overcoat and draping it over her shoulders. It was almost arctic and he couldn't have her being cold; the voice wasn't telling him to do it this time. "Not always," he finally found the insufficient words he desperately need to kill the silence that hung over them like fog, "But I have a lot going on in my mind, thought some air would help." But that wasn't it. He wanted to make sure she was safe, protected, warm. It was his job to make sure that she was safe, protected, warm.

“At least let me take you somewhere warm," Pascal offered. He swept the curls blocking his view so his eyes could focus on her. Surely she didn't plan on spending the night outside. But he didn't know where she aspired to go, if she even aspired to leave this rather unnerving brick wall. Did she have a home to go back to? No, of course she did. It almost broke his heart knowing that some people didn't have mothers and fathers to love them or friends to text all night or even pets to scare the monsters away while they slept. Melanie looked lovely, as if she came from a Better Homes and Gardens magazine with her mother and father laughing on the patio and her brother doing a cannonball in her pool. But that was just his imagination. No one had a Better Homes and Gardens family. He could only wish she had one, she deserved something like that.

[jctts-blog1]

Yeah, well, I opened up my heart up to you and yet I’m feeling like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming bus. Maybe I just need some time.

Just the thought of you making it is making me laugh, I can’t wait.

[pascalharring]

If it makes you feel better, I promise I won't stab you in the back. Because that's murder and murder is bad.

I'll probably end up setting the house on fire or something, I'm awful in the kitchen. I can't even make toast without screwing up.

[gxidinglight]

I’m not kind, trust me, just honest. But you’re welcome. I just don’t think you could. Your face is too innocentt for it.

[pascalharring]

You seem nice, you seem very lovely. Do... Do you think I have a baby face?

[gxidinglight]

Why hide a pretty face like yours behind facial hair? And anyway, I don’t think you could pull it off.

[pascalharring]

You're all too kind, miss, thank you. I could definitely pull off a beard, maybe some scruff.

[jctts-blog1]

But you wouldn’t want to torture your best friend, would you baby face?

You’re too kind, Pressure. People are sick and twisted, they just wait for the opportunity to stab you in the back. How could you not hate them? They don’t deserve your kindness.

I’m going to try it when you make me one..deal?

[pascalharring]

I would never be able to, even if I wished to do so.

I don't think someone could become that evil. You just have to give them a chance and they will always come through for you. Maybe you just need to open your heart up a little more.

I don't make mine, I get them from a farmer's market... But deal, definitely deal.

[gxidinglight]

I’d go with not, just a recommendation.

[pascalharring]

I don't think I will. No one seems to want me to have a beard.

[jctts-blog1]

So I’ll just start talking really really fast about some random shit so you can’t think of anything and that’s how I’ll stop you, yeah.

Well, am..that’s good, I guess. I wouldn’t want you to hate me.

You’re right, Pressure. I just need to stop and breathe sometimes, I forgot to enjoy the little moments and life overall.

[pascalharring]

That might work. You know, I could always write a reminder to myself.

I don't hate anybody. Everyone's my friend, but you can be my best friend.

I like taking walks when I want to enjoy things, or drinking apple cider to clear my mind. Have you ever had apple cider?

[jctts-blog1]

Cold Sleepless Night || Open Para

It had been one of those cold sleepless nights. The ones when the ridiculous amount of memories and thoughts overwhelms you, without letting you rest for a single moment. The little brunette hated them. She had always found dealing with her past the hardest, it tortured her over the years that much that her beautiful green eyes haven’t met the sparkly tears for so long – she became completely numb.

When she realized that trying to sleep was not an option, the petite girl took her coat and sneaked out of the house effortlessly. She had done it so many times and perfected the skill so much that her foster parents never found out she wasn’t in her room during the night nor did they hear her when she came back.

The outside welcomed her with cold fresh air, making her shiver and put hands inside the pockets of the black coat, while narrowing her eyes and making a facial expression like someone has just ripped the heart out of her chest. At her surprise, in the left pocket there was a single cigarette and a lighter. With the utterly joyous smile, Melanie lit up the cigarette and continued to walk down the empty street, illuminated only by the moonlight. She knew it was dangerous to be all alone outside that late. She knew, but she didn’t care. Or did she? Either way, an intense shiver went down her spine when she saw a silhouette only a few feet away from her.

[pascalharring]

Tired, tired eyes sunk into his face as he felt his feet drag across his own floor. It was night, he knew not when at night exactly, but he could tell by the moonlight pouring in through his windows that it was late enough for him to be asleep. But there was an uncertain voice in his head telling him to draw his legs out of bed and to go take walk. Just a walk, this voice said. He didn't understand why and he didn't want to trust something he couldn't see, but the nagging noise wouldn't let him shut his eyes for even a second longer. Throwing on an overcoat that was two sizes too big, he slipped into his sneakers and headed out the door with his hands in his pockets. Walking somewhere, anywhere, anywhere that would take him.

The wind nipped at the tip of his nose, but he didn't mind. Pascal loved the wind, he loved everything about it. His walking seemed to silence the voice but he was far too awake to turn back. When was the last time he really enjoyed the night air? He enjoyed a lot of things like flowers that grew in winter and nuts inside of brownies. There was something about the night that was very off putting for him. Maybe it was because of all the stories he heard about these humans doing contemptible things at night like driving with drunk or even swimming in the ocean when currents were stronger. He didn't want to turn into one of the humans, even though he wanted to know what it was like to be on the brink of death. Just to feel the twinge of pain and use it to live on the edge. Or whatever it was that humans did when they were close to dying. 

His eyes kept focus straight in front of him; he would freak himself out if he turned around in fear of someone being behind him. He felt leaves crunch under his feet as his shoes continued to drag across the ground. The faint glow of a freshly lit cigarette was shortly in his view. It could have been anyone, anyone at all since the entire population of every realm out there seemed to love to take a drag from what he called "the death stick." A few steps is all it took for him to stop in his tracks for he saw the face behind the smoke. Pascal took small steps until he was close enough but not invading her space. "It's dark out, shouldn't you be home?" were the first words to shoot out of his mouth, not even bothering to say hello.

[jctts-blog1]

At least I got away nickname-free.

Um..how do you know how I’ve been doing by now when we met, like, a second ago?

Yeah, then you probably shouldn’t hang out with me..I might torment you and bring darkness to that bright side of yours.

[pascalharring]

I'll think of something, just give me some time.

I meant that as in the time frame I've known you for. You haven't done anything to make me hate you.

Or maybe I'll bring the light to your dark side. You never know. That's the beauty of life, nothing is ever planned.

[jctts-blog1]

Then I’m screwed.

Well, um, I’m not that good at making wise choices, y’ know. I somehow end up doing or saying the wrong thing, like, all the time..and that sucks.

Come on, which shit did you use? You’re high as fuck.

[pascalharring]

I'll only bring it up on special occasions.

You've been doing fairly well so far. There's a large possibility that you won't mess up in the future. Gotta have faith in yourself.

No substance. I just like to see the brighter side of things.

[autumnxmoreno]

And that is an example of how fast a conversation can take a 180 degree turn. Read a lot of quotes?

[pascalharring]

Not at all. I'm only saying it to make me feel better about this.

I can get quite boring, my deepest apologies.

[jctts-blog1]

You’ll never let that one go, won’t you?

Yeah, well..my life is in my hands, so, I guess I’ll be the one who’s gonna decide that.

Pretty name for a pretty girl. As if.

[pascalharring]

I'll be taking it to my grave, miss.

I trust that you'll make good choices, yeah?

You're beautiful, everyone's beautiful. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

[christine-amea-deactivated20131]

Then why take the time to grow it out when it’ll be shaved off anyways, huh? But the donation part sounds nice.

[pascalharring]

It's not supposed to be shaved off. I'd only cut it all off if my girlfriend was bothered that much by it. So, I just hope she accepts it. I like giving back, y'know.

[autumnxmoreno]

  Don’t lie you know you laughed. 

[pascalharring]

What's the point of laughing when it's not at yourself?

[jctts-blog1]

Pascal’s the unit of pressure, therefore you’re Pressure from now on.

Lifelong friendships? Doubt I’ll live that long, but I’ll humor you. I’m Melanie.

[pascalharring]

Well, I like this nickname a lot better than baby face.

Why do you think that? I bet you'll live a thousand years longer than me. You do have a pretty name, I was right.

[christine-amea-deactivated20131]

Maybe, you’re right. But when you get into bed with her- bam! She shaves off your hair when you’re asleep.

[pascalharring]

I would really hope she doesn't shave it! I would have worked so hard to have grown it that long. If she hated it that much, I'd just cut it of and donate it.