#behind the facade

[ds-towhoknowswhere]

A peek into the past before things went horribly wrong. When things were much, much happier for William Carter and his beloved Charlie.

[howifeltabouthim]

You were the first girl who saw through all of it . . . who saw something inside me worth liking.

Soman Chainani, from A World Without Princes

[funkylittlesongbird]

Has It been half a year since I've written a new chapter in my fic? Yes. Am I now getting inspired and writing it on Christmas? Also yes.

[strangenoquestion]

She would find out later that the boy was Roma Montagov, the son of her greatest enemy. But she would return to find him anyway, thinking herself shrewd, thinking herself clever. For months they flirted and pretended and toed the line between enemy and friend, both knowing who the other was but neither admitting to it, both trying to gain something from this friendship but being uncareful, falling too deep without knowing. When they were launching marbles along the uneven ground, they were just Roma and Juliette, not Roma Montagov and Juliette Cai, the heirs of rival gangs. They were laughing kids who had found a confidant, a friend who understood the need to be someone else if only for a while each day. They fell in love.

Chloe Gong, These Violent Delights

[gregador]

Puzzling

[misiura]

[howifeltabouthim]

Both sides of it were being shown to her, the ultimate mask of insanity, and she did not blink . . .

Tanith Lee, from Delusion’s Master

[strangenoquestion]

Juliette hadn’t been followed by one man. She had been followed by four. So they needed to run now. ‘The arcade,’ Juliette commanded. She turned to Roma, frowning over his slowness. ‘Come on. This is the first time I’ve actually had to run from a crime I’ve committed.’ Roma blinked. His eyes were pulled wide, disbelieving. He didn’t seem to be entirely present as they dove into the crowd, pushing against the abundance of hands and elbows that were surging in all directions in an attempt to find safety. ‘A crime you committed?’ Roma echoed softly. Juliette had to strain to hear him. ‘I shot that gun.’ Juliette scoffed, turning. ‘Do you really need credit for—’ Her sentence died against her lips. She had thought Roma was correcting her, claiming ownership over the crime, but then she saw the expression on his face. It had been an accusation. He hadn’t wanted to shoot.

Chloe Gong, These Violent Delights