dec·a·dence

❛  ——  i  knew  it  would  always  end  like  this

[sphinxmemesmusings]

nonsexual acts of intimacy --- select from the following for my muse to respond to:

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes ♕ : Holding hands ♖ : Having their hair washed by your muse ♗ : Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap. ♘ : Cuddling in a blanket fort ♙ : Sharing a bed ♚ : Head scratches ♛ : Sharing a dessert ♜ : Shoulder rubs ♝ : Reading a book together ♞ : Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which) ♟ : Patching up a wound ♤ : Taking a bath together ♧ : Your muse playing with their hair ♡ : Accidentally falling asleep together ♢ : Forehead or cheek kisses ♠ : Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc. ♣ : Back scratches ♥ : Your muse crying about something ♦ : Slow dancing

[sakharina]

        ❛  hey  ---  hey,  what  happened?  you’re  bleeding.  ❜     /     @deathtake​  ---  sc.

[sakharina]

         ❛  are  you  ---  what  are  you  doing  here?  ❜     /     @vilefeather​  ---  sc.

[sakharina]

pcplarstreet‌  /  richard ,

      watching? right, she’s right– he was watching something. “ early morning news. “ he muttered, eyes bloodshot. he could still feel the adrenaline pumping through him. his clothes was still bloody. he’s shaking–it’s overwhelming. all he does is freeze. “ it’s been a night, doll, i’m a little… off. “ 

           concern  is  the  only  readable  emotion  on  her  face, she never pretended to be ignorant to what he did. it was evident the night he rescued her from that dungeon basked in neon glow. in the light of the television, she sees his clothing and swallows. slowly her body sinks into the space next to him.  ❛  is  any  of  it  yours?  i  restocked  the  first  aid  kit  last  week.  ❜

[sakharina]

        ❛  you  look  like  you  haven’t  slept  in  a  while,  feeling  okay?  ❜    /  @lotuskissed​: sc.

[sakharina]

uh  —  one  liner  starter  call.

[sakharina]

uh  —  one  liner  starter  call.

[sakharina]

pcplarstreet‌  /  richard ,

       “ hm– “ he almost seemed lost on the couch; the running television watched him more than he looked at it… what time is it anyway? “ shit– did I wake you? “

          ❛  no,  i  ---  habit,  i  usually  wake  up  around  now.  ❜  usually to get her bearings before something else happened at the club. it’s not that she has to worry about it now, but old habits die hard.  ❛  it’s  three  am,  what’re  you  watchin’?  ❜

[sakharina]

       ❛  hey  it’s  late,  is  everything  okay  ------  are  you  okay?  ❜   /  @pcplarstreet​: sc.

[sakharina]

uh  ---  one  liner  starter  call.

[sakharina]

i’m still here. just busy w/ school.

[video-game-jams]

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Hotline Miami - Inner Animal

[sakharina]

  candice, post hotline miami ( in any universe ) goes by a myriad of different names taken from media. in the modern verse, with social media, she completely deletes hers after she wakes up from her coma and leaves behind no digital footprint.

[sakharina]

and on another note: candy is cute.

[sakharina]

it’s technically monday but actual physical intimacy with someone she cares about is really hard for candice. 

[sakharina]

late nights.

status: accepting. ↳ @notthedyingtype​  /  bigby asked:  ❝ don't ignore fate. ❞

        ❛  i’m  not  ---  ❜  her head shakes, she doesn’t even sound convincing to herself. how is she going to sound convincing to him? fate’s never been a fan of her, but candice never was on fate’s side anyways. not after everything that transpired, and definitely not after him. they were seen as victims, albeit involved in a criminal world they were victims. laughable, bullshit but laughable nonetheless. her hand covers her mouth for a second, and for the first time in a long time that sweet girl is nothing but anger.  ❛  i’m  not  ignoring  fate,  i’m  telling  it  to  fuck  off.  big  difference.  ❜

[sakharina]

jacket,  regardless  of  whatever  their  relationship  was,  means the world to candice. he saved her, when he could’ve easily killed her, he let her stay at his place without so much as a question as to why she’d been at the club and what the hell happened to her. through the withdrawals, through her just sleeping for days and even when she locked herself in the bathroom because she was terrified of him. he was patient with her. he took care of her in a world where she was seen as an object, he treated her like a person. in any universe where she survives, she mourns the inability to see jacket again. she knows what he did was wrong but she can’t help but feel like those thugs had it coming.