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the devil glances up from the thing in his hands and he smiles with sharp, white teeth. he's here for you. ind. kevin khatchadourian

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                            kevin was a shell game in which 

                                  all three cups were empty

                                    independent kevin khatchadourian of the film & novel                                                             we need to talk about kevin.

                                                                  written by tully.

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      ❛ i swear        i’m innocent. ❜

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“Because after three days short of eighteen years, I can finally announce that I am too exhausted and too confused and too lonely to keep fighting, and if only out of desperation or even laziness I love my son. He has five grim years left to serve in an adult penitentiary, and I cannot vouch for what will walk out the other side. But in the meantime, there is a second bedroom in my serviceable apartment. The bedspread is plain. A copy of Robin Hood lies on the bookshelf. And the sheets are clean.”

I don’t know how firmly I am here, but I just finished re-reading we need to talk about kevin and for the first time, i’m haunted by the last lines of eva’s letter to franklin. i noticed the many things i missed the first time i read it and while i am not eva’s biggest fan (ask me & i’ll never shut up) i appreciate this ending. i do not yet know why.

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hello, kids. i’m putting kevin on semi-hiatus because he’s a bit dark for the place i’m in right now. i apologize. i’ll come over here every so often to check on him because the muse is still very strong, but i can’t continue with him as my main blog because of personal reasons. but if you need me and i’m not here, i’ll be on baz & on skype @ tullytaco. i’m also on snapchat ( tacoteej ) and kik ( trashtully ) for ooc interactions or short rps. i am not abandoning kevin, i simply need a minute away from my dark cloud trash prince.

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hello, kids. i’m putting kevin on semi-hiatus because he’s a bit dark for the place i’m in right now. i apologize. i’ll come over here every so often to check on him because the muse is still very strong, but i can’t continue with him as my main blog because of personal reasons. but if you need me and i’m not here, i’ll be on baz & on skype @ tullytaco. i’m also on snapchat ( tacoteej ) and kik ( trashtully ) for ooc interactions or short rps. i am not abandoning kevin, i simply need a minute away from my dark cloud trash prince.

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hello, kids. i’m putting kevin on semi-hiatus because he’s a bit dark for the place i’m in right now. i apologize. i’ll come over here every so often to check on him because the muse is still very strong, but i can’t continue with him as my main blog because of personal reasons. but if you need me and i’m not here, i’ll be on baz & on skype @ tullytaco. i’m also on snapchat ( tacoteej ) and kik ( trashtully ) for ooc interactions or short rps. i am not abandoning kevin, i simply need a minute away from my dark cloud trash prince.

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hello, kids. i’m putting kevin on semi-hiatus because he’s a bit dark for the place i’m in right now. i apologize. i’ll come over here every so often to check on him because the muse is still very strong, but i can’t continue with him as my main blog because of personal reasons. but if you need me and i’m not here, i’ll be on baz & on skype @ tullytaco. i’m also on snapchat ( tacoteej ) and kik ( trashtully ) for ooc interactions or short rps. i am not abandoning kevin, i simply need a minute away from my dark cloud trash prince.

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hello, kids. i’m putting kevin on semi-hiatus because he’s a bit dark for the place i’m in right now. i apologize. i’ll come over here every so often to check on him because the muse is still very strong, but i can’t continue with him as my main blog because of personal reasons. but if you need me and i’m not here, i’ll be on baz & on skype @ tullytaco. i’m also on snapchat ( tacoteej ) and kik ( trashtully ) for ooc interactions or short rps. i am not abandoning kevin, i simply need a minute away from my dark cloud trash prince.

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i’ll be on baz the rest of the night.

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                                    hello, friends ! baz, here.

                                                ind. oc. written by tully.

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Dark hair in her light of sight – Kevin, all sad eyes && defensive manners. SUCH BIG billboard on forehead, one that screamed danger: outcast!! She && everyone else see it. Actually felt sorry for him, being a loner herself ( so much for being of the Godfrey family ). Legs will find  her way over to him – messing around with bicycles. ‘Oi, Kevin.’ She’ll start, then. Fingers fidgeting on pocket; jesus fucking christ, Letha. ‘I…. just wanted to say that - and i know you probably don’t care - that i’m sorry. About the so called our peers in this shit fest of a school, who treat you, me and many others like shit. That gossip and laugh at your back, to whatever shit you’re doing – i wish i could bash their faces in, like The Shining.’ Slight look at the ground, now – oh my god. ‘Just know that i care about you – at least someone in this building, who isn’t your friend.’ Bright smile was given, then. ‘So, yeah.’ 

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     he’s the kid in the back of the class, doodling on notebooks and desks, constantly being scolded for his lack of attention. he’s a nightmare to have in class because he’s so smart and will not apply himself. he’s going to do it. he’s going to do it today, when classes start, when they’re expecting him to be doodling in the back of class. kevin holes himself up in the library with a large black bag heavy at his feet and he’ll kick it every so often, as he does in surprise when the blonde approaches. he knows her, christ, everyone does. she’s lisa or something, no, letha. letha godfrey, this conventionally pretty, little yellow girl. he almost feels sorry about the wrecking ball he’s about to set free on her life, but here’s the thing, maybe she’ll stay safe. kevin tugs on the sleeves of his white button up and sits forward, amusement painting his typically blank expression.

     kevin smiles at her and it’s a bit harsher than he means, because she means well. that girl, she doesn’t have a cruel bone in her body, but his body is made of cruel bones and angry muscles and sensitive nerves. ❛ that’s pretty colorful, godfrey. ❜ he wants to tell her to do it, to smash their faces in with her little butterfly hands, to change his opinion of her. ❛ your apology doesn’t mean anything, you know. you’re trapped in the same shit hole i am. ❜ he stands up, the smile twists into something more charming. ❛ you better get back. people might talk. ❜ a quiet chuckle, his eyes remain glued to eyes that remind him of this morning’s sky and his baby sister’s soft cries. he finds humor in this situation. she’d never have spoken a word to him if she knew what is coming.

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❝ hey. don’t interrupt! ❞ a quick beat of silence, before he is starting back up again. ❝ so, as i was saying, you never forget your first time. kinda like birth, only you remember it better. an’ more blood. ❞ of course he’s talking about murder. what else?

     there’s a swift roll of the eyes and kevin fidgets in his seat. god, thinks kevin, this kid’s a loon. the dark haired boy glances over at his prisoner pal and thinks that he’ll look awfully good with an arrow in his throat. of course, kevin does understand the waterfall spilling from the other’s mouth. one never does forget their first time; celia died quick & bloody, paralyzed by his arrow and the smirk on his face. she’d thought they were playing a game. he thinks about her often. ❛ who was your first, then ? ❜

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      ❛ do you ever shut up ? ❜

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    “ Stocked and unlocked. “ She responds, a smile on her pale lips.         She doesn’t move to reach for him again, although it is all that        she wants to do. Elowen reaches a dainty finger up to tuck a         loose strand of hair behind her ear, spinning on her heel.      “  Meet me at my locker after school, Kevin.  “

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     he nods after her and departs for class. when it is time to meet up again, he finds himself leaning against her locker with this amused little smile on his face before she even shows. as their peers pass, he senses the side eyes he gets, for it’s a cold day in hell when the smile on kevin khatchadourian’s face is even remotely genuine. as the halls finally begin to clear, he spots this little yellow girl and quirks his brow. ❛ what, did you get locked in? ❜ he teases.

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    When he puts his fingers through her belt loops, Elowen     has to bite her lower lip. “  Hm. Maybe I don’t want to go      to the party anymore. Maybe we should just go to my      house. My step parents won’t be home.  “  She wiggles     her eyebrows, reaching up to push her thin fingers through      his hair.      

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     before she can touch him, he slips away, releasing his hold on her. ❛ but things would be so much more interesting if they were. ❜ kevin smirks at the little thing in front of him and wonders how she’d get on with his family. now that would be entertaining. ❛ what’s the liquor cabinet like, ‘lowen? ❜ ultimately, that’s what matters. he wants to be so far gone that they’re just a terrifying puddle of infinity, he wants to destroy beautiful things, set the fire in his throat for the ability to have her.

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‘ so why you got this guilty look on your face, mmm? ‘

     ❛ i haven’t the slightest clue of what you’re talking about, letha. i’m always innocent. look at me, i’m too CUTE to be guilty. ❜ but as he says this, he swipes a broken plate under a store shelf with his foot, never taking his eyes from her.