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@she-weeps-for-corruption
As wicked as you are, you're beautiful to me. You're the darkest burning star. You're my perfect disease.
♚ Indie Covenant Original Character ♚ 5+ years RP experience. 3 on Tumblr ♚ Multi-Fandom, Multi-Ship, Multi-Story line. ♚ Will RP with anyone. ♚ I use mostly gif-icons and icons ♚ Writing ranges from 'hella' to LoTR trilogy. ♚ Tags triggers and NSFW ♚ Useless potato. 10 of 10
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( krxssychxmbxrs )
"Fair enough. Wasn’t trying to be that discreet, better you know I’m on your tail. Although points for you, you didn’t run. I’d think you know a hunter when you see one.”
"I’d love to see you try."
[ Her voice quivered in mock confidence. ]
"Hunter, huh? And here I was, thinking you were just dying to ask me where I got my kicks."
Maybe not.
whatever you do you should totes go follow my bae at this special blog because she is bae and perf
( krxssychxmbxrs )
”Who, me? Don’t flatter yourself hun.”
"Self-flattery isn't a high priority of mine. You've been following me for days. And you're not very discreet about it, so talk before I..."
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He smiled and chuckled as he ran his fingers through her hair. With his eyes half closed he glanced at her with a sleepy smile.
“—————-So bossy.”
"And you're so lazy!"
A soft giggle left her as she scooted up all the way, kissing his cheek as she flopped over him, her hair falling over one shoulder.
"Get up," She groaned. "I'm hungryy."
do you remember that 1 thread we had? where he was the college douchebad who found out her secret?
( krxssychxmbxrs ) is following you.
"Who are you, and why are you following me?!"
she-weeps-for-corruption started following you
shut your face, lmfao, no one loved her, so i gave up, bUT I'M BACK, HAY BOO LMFAO. look, you have another muse of mine to hurt, this should be fucking christmas for you, nadine
"Whatever peels your banana, dude."
Easter Sunday at home with her parents was something Abby always counted on. It was just them, after all. The rest of the family was smart enough to get the hell out of Salem and into the Hampton's as soon as was convenient, but no.
These few Proctor's stayed in Salem.
The brunette pulled into her driveway and took a glance over at her passenger. She'd been spending a lot of time with Chase. Swim Practice, Nicki's, study sessions, random parts between classes when she'd walk him or when he'd walk her.
He was shaping up to be the best friend she'd made here. And that was exciting. "You know it's not too late for you to run screaming for Spenser, right?" She asked, her lips forming a small smirk as she unclipped her seat belt, hazel eyes finding his for a long moment.
He was an orphan, she knew. An adopted orphan. But, if he didn't have family to celebrate holidays with, what good were the holidays? He was her friend, after all. And what kind of person would she be if she just let him stay alone down in Ipswich?
The brunette licked her lips and looked at him, raising a brow. Of course she expected her parent's shocked expressions. Awaited their: "Why you're the first boy she's ever brought home!" Anticipated her father's sneers, even though he had nothing to worry about. It was making her nervous. But then, she was terrible at surprises.
[ COVENANT RP'ERS COME FLOCK TO ME DAMNIT I WANT MAIN VERSE FEELS. And my Chase Collins' internet got d/c'd for a few days so im all aloneeeeee. ]
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Until you’ve ¢яαωℓє∂ in the
darkest
dirtiest
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corners of my mind
you’ll [ never ] know
how I
really feel ;;
He suppressed the chuckle. “Interesting choice of wording.”
The girl hated his guts, that much was obvious. He’d personally given her enough reason to. Scorn was something he took in stride, though that hadn’t always been the case. People’s memories of him didn’t extend to his orphan childhood days. A flash of memory flitted across his mind. No, he’s changed from that time.
Now, he accepted the vicious gossip, the wary eyes, and general disdain as badges of pride. It’s what separated him from those weaker and what invoked fear respect from his peers. Because for everything he was loved for {athletic talent, promiscuity, fun at parties, the local ‘bad boy’}, he was despised for the pain he caused {those bullied, beaten, humiliated}. Had it not been for his sister’s extended power, he would have gone to jail for his penchant of violence.
The pen drop was his only signal. He silently watched her with even measure of curiosity and interest. This was not something he expected from her of all people. He’d made the offer, but he didn’t think she’d take him up on it this easily. He didn’t move an inch from where he stood, allowing her to play out whatever she planned. This close, he suddenly noticed that she was a lot more attractive than he’d initially glanced over. His eyes went to the flash of pink tongue. For the briefest moment, he wondered if she was going to do it.
She stopped and he wanted to e a t h e r u p.
"And why would I do something like that?"
She looked like she was about to slap him. The snide question left him before it happened. Her eyes not only glowed this orange color, the color seemed to consume her entire eyeball. He stared without blinking, sudden awareness lighting him. He remained a cool, still statue. His thoughts spun to where he could have seen something like that. Not in the werewolves he lives with, that’s for sure. The fact she was still here piqued his interest more than anything. Did she really think he would dismiss it? This time, he was the one to close the distance. He glanced around the quiet library. His tone was hushed as he asked.
"Abby, what was that?"
Her heart was pounding in her chest. Of course he'd seen. He was stupid, not blind, and definitely too stubborn to let it go. She took a slow breath and choked back the bile that rose in her throat. Not that she was particularly sick, though. It was a panic reflex. She wasn't good with confrontation, especially not with someone as stubborn as he obviously was.
Her hands were shaking now, and she could feel the power pulsing through her arms and down into her finger tips. She was suffocating on the air trapped in her chest, but she had to keep a level head about her. She had to stay strong. Don't feel it. If she pretended the Power wasn't there, maybe she'd be lucky enough to suppress it. At least long enough for her to make an escape. She was about to turn and run when she stopped, her hazel eyes catching his green, her nose nearly grazing against his. Full lips pouted and she glanced away, taking a deep breath, hoping that would do something to clear her head.
"Nothing."
She snapped in return, her teeth bared. She should've smacked him when she had the change. Her hand was still itching to do it, but with whatever power was circling inside of her, she was liable to snap his neck with a little slap. She licked her lip again and looked around, closing the book.
"Yanno what? I'll do this on my own. Screw the extra credit." '
She offered him a shaky smile and started stacking her books, waving him off. That hot, guilty feeling was burning her, edging around the base of her skull and up her scalp, turning her cheeks red. That sickish feeling was still there and it felt like there was a damn elephant sitting on her chest. Her eyes burned with tears that wanted to be shed. No. Not while he was there.
Abby gnashed her teeth together and glanced back up at him, her dark hair in her eyes as she spoke at him, sounding much harsher, much more dangerous than she'd hoped.
"I said. Leave."
Dangerous, to people like Dexter wasn't a threat. It was a challenge. And oh, sweet god, had she challenged him.
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Percy woke up to Abby’s arms wrapping around his waist and he sigh happily. “—————Abby,” He whined right back, turning away to face her with a smile on his face. “Whyyyyyyyy?”
She grinned widely and shifted a bit to bury her face in his chest as she wiggled herself closer into his arms, a happy little grump of a noise leaving her as she peeked up at him, through thick black lashes.
" Because I said so?"
[ crawls up next to her and place his head in her lap. ]
" Hey, you."
[ She smooths his hair back and smiles down at him. ]
