#biteburdened

[reluctanthyde]

@biteburdened said stop laughing, this isn't funny.

the laughing is involuntary and certainly not at vic's expense. if anything, it's out of endearment rather than amusement. the way she looks is obviously attractive—a hex girl from scooby doo, a real rocker chick—but it's also... cute. it causes tyler's heart to flip and his stomach to flutter. the laugh was simply a reaction to those feelings rather than the intent to mock her. "no, no," he quickly backtracks, reaching out his hands to takes hers. "i didn't mean to laugh. you look awesome. i promise." anyways, it's not like she's in stupid tan corduroy pants and a dumbass green v-neck. why did he agree to go as shaggy again...? "if anyone looks funny, it's me."

[reluctanthyde]

@biteburdened said what road is this? it's not showing up on the gps.

tyler glances at her phone screen, eyebrows furrowing with concern. he was sure he followed the directions correctly, but it seems they're being led down another course into the middle of nowhere. that's what they get for choosing an affordable airbnb instead of another motel room. "huh," he mumbles, eyes returning to the road that seems to be leading down a long path that seems to be off the grid. that could be good for him considering he's a fugitive now, but it does worry him to a degree. "should we turn around? cancel the booking?"

[toxicnursery]

what the hell are you doing?

“i was digging your grave — do you want to watch or shall i lower you in myself?”

[dreameasel]

VIC ( @biteburdened ) said ❝ god, i hate this place. ❞

"Yupppppp." On the whole Nevermore was a pretty okay place, but the rooms they used for study hall were god awful. Drafty, with some of the rattiest desks and creakiest chairs. The place had like a million rooms why did they get shunted into this shit this hellhole? " Of course the fire got the english wing and not this crapshack."

He shifted in the uncomfortable wooden seat, his long legs knocking on his desk and making him scowl.

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[childcfwoe]

"Stop looking at me like that."

TENSION  LINER  PROMPTS  /  NO  LONGER  ACCEPTING  .

wednesday  wasn't  sure  if  the  accusation  was  a  plea  or  a  warning  .  her  head  tilting  a  fraction  as  if  the  adjustment  helped  her  better  assess  a  specimen  pinned  beneath  glass  .  one  thing  she  was  sure  of  :  the  words  dripped  with  unease  .  it  pleased  her  .  wide  and  still  eyes  remained  fix  like  oil  dropped  in  water  .  she  didn't  blink  ,  just  started  with  the  same  ageless  ,  icy  judgement  she  handed  out  like  misfortune  ;  like  she  was  peeling  back  flesh  and  waiting  to  see  if  the  muscle  still  twitched  beneath  .

the  silence  stretched  between  them  .  her  wide  eyes  unmoving  .  wednesday  always  found  something  sacred  in  stillness  .  in  watching  things  unravel  in  slow  entropy  .  people  always  assumed  her  gaze  meant  disdain  ,  it  often  did  .  others  fascination  ,  there  was  hardly  anyone  who  could  entertain  her  so  .  the  worst  of  all  was  affection  ,  why  would  she  ever  ?  most  of  the  time  what  it  actually  was  was  inspection  .

"  you  should  be  flattered  .  "  her  gaze  finally  broke  away  ;  focusing  ,  instead  ,  on  smoothing  her  skirt  out  .  “  i  don't  waste  this  level  of  scrutiny  on  people  i  plan  to  forget  .  ”

[childcfwoe]

Something's different this time.

FROM  SINISTER  PROMPTS  /  NO  LONGER  ACCEPTING  .

four  words  hung  between  them  on  a  strained  lined  ,  heavy  with  the  implication  of  change  .  wednesday's  eyes  didn't  so  much  as  blink  but  they  did  flicker  ;  a  brief  dimming  of  an  altar  candle  caught  in  the  draft  of  an  unseen  presence  .  a  concept  she  regarded  with  the  same  wary  contempt  one  reserves  for  suddenly  talkative  housecats  .  the  silence  left  between  them  drawn  out  ,  she  liked  it  when  people  squirmed  .

"  change  is  inevitable  .  the  only  thing  people  can  depend  on  in  this  life  is  transformations  and  death  .  "  she  finally  spoke  .  her  voice  low  like  a  hymn  hummed  at  a  stranger's  wake  .  whether  she  felt  what  fled  victoria's  system  ,  she  wouldn't  reveal  what  churned  beneath  her  coffin  lid  of  composure  .  "  you'll  need  to  be  more  specific  if  you  expect  me  to  take  your  ramblings  seriously  .  "

[reluctanthyde]

@biteburdened didn’t ask but gets a starter anyway

pulling up to the nevermore gates, tyler shifts the car into park and turns off his headlights. once he pulls his cellphone from his pocket, he shoots her a quick text: I’m here. moments pass as he waits for her to arrive, scanning the campus for any sign of her small frame. he soon sees a faint glow of blonde hair in the moonlight moving towards him at record speed. with a grin on his face, he hops out of the car and leans on the open door. “somebody’s eager,” he teases her playfully.

[reluctanthyde]

@biteburdened said " i need a hug that's so tight that my ribs break. "

tyler pouts, just a little, at the idea that vic needs a hug at all. truthfully, he could use one as well, so her timing is pretty impeccable. "i can't promise broken ribs. bruised, maybe," he chuckles, wrapping his arms around her small frame and giving her a firm squeeze. "tell me if it's too much."