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[agonygiven-a]

A G O N Y

send a letter and i’ll tell u my 5 fav blogs // ACCEPTING

A. @agonygiven (YEAH IM PROMO-ING MYSELF), @adaftoldman, @arborsentiens, @aspiredlights, @argentiola

G. @glorysoaked, @girlfailed, @giingerstallion, @giiilbcrt, @guiltlisted

O. @ofmanymiinds, @oncetragic, @ownsaviours, @ofriiverdale, @ofimaginations

N. @necessaryrulebreaker, @northsidejuliet, @normaltothemax

Y. i don’t follow any :)

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↝  ˚ .  ‣  ⟨  i.  HNIKARR TENEBRAE ╱ ALLISON ARGENT

        they  may  be  strangers  but  he  knows  her  kind .    A  HUNTER ,   like  him .    he  can  see  it  in  the  way  she  carries  herself ,   can  feel  it  in  how  the  demon  in  his  head  practically  oozes  distrust .    she  may  not  be  a  hunter  he  knows ,   but  his  family  was  never  social   ------   she  could  know  him  and  his  family  name ,   but  that’s  doubtful  as  well .    the  tenebraes  have  kept  themselves  well-hidden  over  the  years ,   considering  that  john  is  wanted  for  the  murder  of  his  ex-girlfriend  and  her  lover .

                 (    what  a  tangled  web  we  weave .    )

        “    is  it  true  what  they  say  about  this  place ?    ”      the  rumours  vary   ------    some  people  say  no  one  leaves  this  place  alive ;   others  claim  it  calls  you  when  it’s  your  time  to  go .    neither  of  those  are  the  one  he’s  referring  to ,   though .      “    i’ve  heard  there’s  something  in  the  woods .    ”

[resparked]

╰ * ⋆ ☾  STARTER CALL ／ ALLISON ARGENT

      BLOOD ON HIS HANDS .    it doesn’t fade despite the time that’s passed ,  despite people telling him it’s not his fault .      (    even scott tells him that ,  but he can see the blame every time their eyes meet .    the monster the alpha sees is the same one he does every time he looks in the mirror .    )      is it a sin to crouch by the grave of the girl you got killed ?    probably  ——  but he’s a sinner by nature ,  far beyond saving .

      knees plant in the dirt ,  jeans turning dark with the dampness of the earth beneath them .    he reaches out ,  fingers tracing the name on the headstone .

            A - L - L - I - S - O - N .

      it’s a name he’ll never forget ,  etched into whatever fragment of a soul he has left .      “    i’m sorry .    ”      an apology never heard by the one it’s meant for ,  and one that will never be enough .    he’ll spend his whole life trying to pay off an endless debt ,  to no avail .