#atrcmento

[intcthatgoodnight-a]

@atrcmento // Angel starter

          “Faith.” Slight shock laces his tone, as he look over at the dark haired slayer.  “This is a surprise.  What brings you here?.” He hoped nothing was wrong, but usually with them something bad was always happening.  Social calls were a rare thing.  He hadn’t spoken with the Sunnydale group much since they destruction of the hellmouth, from what he had heard they were busy with all the new slayers.

[lieutexant-a-blog]

              ❝    GABBY.      ❞  with a heavy sigh matt turned down the volume of the blackhawks game and looked at his girl.   ❝   I don’t know why you are worrying this much. kids get sick, just like we get sick. we risked it when we put him in that daycare facility. just give him some of that medicine you had me get.      ❞ he scooted closer to the two, his hand tenderly touching her right cheek, then bending down to kiss louie on the top of his head. it was warm from his fever. He hated to see his potential son so sick. but there was no reason to take him to med.    ❝    Let’s make him comfortable in his bed.     ❞ // @atrcmento

[lindscys-arch]

𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭   →   accepting.

@atrcmento​​ : “ a kiss between furrowed brows to try and comfort ”

her hands shook, or so she was telling herself that it was just her hands. the truth of the matter was, her whole body was shaking, unable to process what she’d seen. of all the things, of all the people, to be seen carted off by the coroners, she’d never thought it was going to be someone so close to her. one of her best friends. she was already blaming herself. that she hadn’t acted quick enough, that she hadn’t found the truth as fast as she’d needed to in order to prevent this tragedy. thoughts were materializing that would plague her for weeks, months, years to come. 

hazel eyes filled with tears looked to debra, a vulnerability that usually she’d bury beneath the surface, or keep locked behind her apartment door. but this time, there was no way of compartmentalizing the grief that washed over her. “i should have saved her, deb.” her words weren’t much louder than a whisper. “i need to fix this.”

[spirareee]

    the  sight  should  have  been  devastating ,    that  of  her  elder  sister  stumbling  along  the  dirt  road  towards  the  farmhouse.  swaying  this  way  and  that ,   her  boots  dragging  along  the  ground  and  kicking  up  plumes  of  dust.  but  the  chance  of  devastation  was  stolen  by  relief  ------      relief  that  maggie  had  returned  home  at  all.  the  alternative  to  maggie  arriving  drunk ,   high  and    (  lord  knows  what  else  )    was  a  far  more  bitter  pill  to  swallow.

    beth  abandons  the  porch  to  meet  maggie  halfway  ----      more  than  halfway ,   given  only  she  was  travelling  in  a  straight  line.      ❝    g o d ,    ❞    she  whispers  as  maggie’s  diminished  condition  is  pulled  into  sharp  focus.     ❝    it’s  okay ,     it’s  just  me  here.    ❞    beth  puts  a  hand  to  maggie’s  bare  left  arm  and  discovers  that  her  skin  is  cold  ----      real  cold.    even  in  height  of  spring  in  the  south,  if  you  stay  out  late  and  long  enough,  you’re  gonna  catch  a  chill.       ❝    c’mon ,   let’s  get  ya  inside.    ❞

┊█ ¦  atrcmento

[dcntflirt-blog]

@atrcmento

the bar was unusually crowded for a wednesday night. although, strangely enough, she recognized the faces of many of the regulars within the place. jessica never really tried to get to know people. so the fact that she could identify most of these strangers in a crowd meant that her photographic memory was improving --- or her dependency on alcohol. 

the girl shrugged and took a long sip of her whiskey. the bourbon itself tasted like shit. it was the cheapest thing that she could order in this place, and even the bartender had voted against it, but jessica knew better. if you just got through the initial horrible taste - you couldn’t even taste the rest of it.

dark eyes ghosted over the rest of the dump. red paint on the walls was chipping off, one girl was practically stripping, and one man stood alone. she thought he’d be unfamiliar. but after staring for a bit longer -- jessica realized that she recognized his face. it was one that she would’ve preferred to forget. 

her fingers curled. if she did this, she’d most definitely be banned from returning to this bar. ( but that was probably a GOOD thing. ) impulse set in and destroyed her small amount of morality. jessica threw herself at him, one hand grabbing the collar of his shirt and the other slamming him into the wall. everybody grew SILENT. ( it wasn’t every day you saw a small woman pick up a grown man. ) 

“you try anything with me and i’ll shove that beer bottle up your ass with my pinky finger,” she spat, pressing her elbow to his throat. “GOT IT?”