breathe no more.

Amanda Dawson. Lucy Kayne. Sometimes R E V E N G E is the best form of J U S T I C E.

[survivorlucy]

feeling yourself disintegrate // self para

These were not the type of situation Lucy could deal with, so she watched silently from a door way until she couldn’t do so much longer. Watching the runner heading straight for the blonde she cared so much for, it scared her. Terrified her. Juliet was the only woman she had allowed herself to feel for, and the thought of her dying so young was unacceptable. The only logical decision was to scream and shove Juliet out of the way, wincing as she felt the teeth of the infected latch onto her shoulder. But she didn't care. Juliet was safe. She could be happy with the woman who held her heart now, and Lucy could fade away into the darkness that had always lurked in the corner of her life. She could give in to the savagery that stayed there, until she was no more, she was no longer a person, until she herself had to be put down like the infected that had taken away her life.

She’d never actually seen anyone get turned into one of the infected, someone who was bitten usually removed themselves from whichever group they were with and eliminated themselves before she could witness anything about it, but now, she didn’t have to see it. She was experiencing it. The fever, the general flu feeling. It just felt like she was sick, but the burning sensation in her shoulder from a bite she had received proved tat to even pretend she was fine would be a large mistake.

She hadn’t intended on dying that day, but if there was anyone Lucy was happy to die for it was Juliet, and as she looked at the blonde through teary eyes she smiled. “Stop being a prick and admit your feelings. Don’t let her get away.” Her words were quiet, but she knew Juliet heard them from the nod she was given. After a shaking breath she nodded herself. “Do it, please.” She was begging, something that she avoided at all costs, and she closed her eyes as she saw Juliet pull her gun from her belt. “I’m sorry...” And then Lucy Kayne was no more.

[musesgonnamuse]

･ ·̩　　 ｡　☆　　　ﾟ｡ ＊ 　 ｡*　　+　 　＊ 　･ ｡☆

Rємємвєя мє, 

Rємємвєя мє as best you can 　 

So I might Ɩινє,

συтƖινє my lifespan

　 ☆　　　*　　　* 　 。 　　　ﾟ･　　｡ﾟ･　　☆ﾟ　+

[musesgonnamuse]

No price is ever too high                         when it comes to doing                         what’s right

[musesgonnamuse]

Deep down - you know You weren’t BUILT for f i g h t i n g But that doesn’t mean You’re not p r e p a r e d to TRY 

[musesgonnamuse]

life is a movie

but there’ll never be a sequel

[musesgonnamuse]

           i am frightened but i’ll use my final b r e a t h to tell you that i’m SORRY —- let us end this dance of death

[musesgonnamuse]

          This is it.                      This is what I was created for.                                                      This is my destiny.

[onetreehill-gifs]

[survivorlucy]

“Ain’t sure ‘bout that much, why don’t we go testin’ if punchin’ someone in the throat ain’t better than jus’ punchin’ a wall?”

“Or, maybe I can just believe you, and you don’t punch me in the throat? Because I don’t want to get punched in the throat...”

[survivorlucy]

➳

“I would rather fall on my own blade than kill you.”

She’d never actually seen anyone get turned into one of the infected, someone who was bitten usually removed themselves from whichever group they were with and eliminated themselves before she could witness anything about it, but now, she didn’t have to see it. She was experiencing it. The fever, the general flu feeling. It just felt like she was sick, but the burning sensation in her shoulder from a bite she had received proved tat to even pretend she was fine would be a large mistake.

She saw the woman who had saved her once before and approached slowly, her muscles not wanting to work with her properly, probably a side affect of her latest predicament. Raising her hands in surrender as the other woman stiffened, probably having noticed the blood congealing on her shoulder, she coughed slightly.

“you saved me once, right? Can you do it again, I need you to kill me. Please… I can’t… I can’t become one of those things. I can’t.”

The woman paused, shaking her head quickly.

“I can’t. I can’t do that. i didn’t save you just to kill you! I’d rather fall on my own blade than kill you, do you not get that?”

[survivorlucy]

“The drink. No more fuck ups, pinky promise.”

“Oh thank goodness, I can’t handle you sometimes... I don’t even know what it is honestly.”

[survivorlucy]

“ Definitely —- I totally need to. What’s this, though?”

“You do need to stop, I don’t wanna get fucked up in an apocalypse. And what’s what?“

[survivorlucy]

[survivorlucy]

“I can be good sometimes, Luce. Or do you need reminding?” 

“Oh, I don’t need reminding, but I won’t turn down a little reminder...”

[survivorlucy]

“My sister used to say the same thing, about darkness… It was pretty much her catchphrase. And you should know by now, I’m not trying to be good, it’s never been my forte.” 

“Oh, I do know that you don’t like to be good, Jules, not at all.”

[survivorlucy]

“ And I used to think I was the poetic crap girl around — Darkness is not materia so it can’t be in or out; is just an ethereal concept based upon the absence of enough light —- pass me something to drink.” 

“Oh my, I think I need to sit down. Why are you being so deep these days? Surely you can be less philosophical and mind fucky... The drink is behind you.”

[survivorlucy]

“You’re thinkin’ I was tryin’ to be good? That’s the most fuckin’ ridiculous thing I think I’ve ever heard. I ain’t been tryin’ to get rid of the darkness an’ if you’re thinkin’ that me punchin’ a wall is me tryin’ to ‘get the darkness out’ then you’re needin’ to go back to fuckin’ school to learn the difference between fuckin’ anger an’ self-disgust.”

“Go back to school? Is that supposed to be an insult? Because it’s not that insulting. But regardless. I didn’t mean to be rude, or anything, I was just making an observation. And surely punching a wall is better, than say, punching someone in the throat...”