#aescende

[ofdamages-arc]

💬 for a starter @aescende​

“I’m ready to try again, if you are?”

[trustedsecond]

aescende replied to your post: aescende replied to your post: ...

the only thing that’d get me to drag myself to a t100 con nowadays is alycia debnam carey tbh

tbh we never get cons in scotland, so i honestly can't pass this up my main reason for going is for matt daddario and tasya and richard

[astralgeniusarchived]

“  alright,  you have thirty seconds.  go ahead.  tell me i’m wrong.  ” 

@aescende,  starter call.

[ofdamages-arc]

@aescende​ said: “i never lied. that’s important. it’s fundamental.”

    “ No. ” Clarke agreed. “ But you didn’t tell me what you were planning and that’s basically the same thing. You want me to trust you, Lexa, then you make it impossible. ”

[ofdamages-arc]

@aescende​ said: “All monsters are human.” (for Allison)

“ you know that’s not true. ” she shook her head. “ you should know that better than anyone. ” humans could be bad, sure. they both knew there were things out there that were far worse. “ the things i’ve done, my family has done... it’s nothing compared to what the monsters out there have. there’s a reason we do what we do. ”

[ofdamages-arc]

“Do you trust me?” @clarke

Clarke took a deep breath, shaking her head minutely.  “ I don’t know. I want to, I do. You haven’t made it easy. ”

[ofdamages-arc]

for @aescende​

    It had been a month since Clarke moved back home. She was still getting used to it, having been gone for so long. It was the last thing she’d wanted, but there had been no alternative. Finn had left her with nothing. Not even her pride. The fire of rage and embarrassment still burned in her heart, scarring her with a near permanent frown.     She’d made somewhat of a habit of going to the local coffee shop, Mug Shot, to sketch. It had a calming effect on her mind. A few days a week she’d sit in the armchair by the window and watch the cars go by, drawing the birds on the telephone wires.     Clarke was standing on the street corner waiting for the light to change when she spotted a familiar face. The young woman looked almost the same as she did in high school. Her hair was longer and she’d lost the baby fat around her face, but it was definitely her. Lexa.     As she strolled closer, Clarke lifted a hand in greeting, hoping to catch her eye.

        “Hey! Lexa, is that you?” She called.

[thewailer]

@aescende​ said   shot : my muse gets shot and struggles to your muses house for aid. :/   from this one word prompt  - accepting

❝         I   said   NO   trick   or   treaters   until   8!   ❞      She   snapped   behind   the   frosted   glass   on   the   front   door.   Lydia   still   had   to   assemble   her   perfect   pumpkin   basket   filled   with   candy   for   the   neighbours.   ❝   do   people   not   read   signs   anymore   ?   ❞      But   her   unimpressed   snarling   mumbles   soon   shifted   to   silence   as   she   opened   the   door.   The   sight   of   a   practically   collapsing   Lexa   greeted   her.   And   it   was   clear   that   this   wasn’t   some  realistic   Halloween   costume.   Hands   outstretched   ready   to   catch   her   as   worried   green   eyes   scanned   her   frame.   Black   blood   was   everywhere.   ❝   lexa!   oh   my   god.   what   happened?   ❞