#c:lys

[rennisaturate]

" you're serious?? like... you're serious?? " || @whileurmine

[chaoticxqueen]

fcking stalker

It’d been weeks since Scarlett’s encounter with Lysander in Boston, and now some thousand miles away in western Colorado she was checking into a low-key hotel. She’d spent the last few weeks hopping from one plane to the next, boarding random trains and stealing cars until they ran out of gas, anything to lose whoever may be following her. It being well after midnight there was no one in the hotel lobby but the desk clerk and Scarlett, exactly how she liked it, the less human interaction the better. “There’s something wrong with your card...” Scarlett’s eyes rolled at the clerk before she could stop them, “...of course there is,” She responded, “..it’s stolen.” Reaching over the desk, she grabbed a fistful of the man’s shirt, smashing his head against the desk, rendering him unconscious. “..so appreciate you upgrading me to a suite,” she spoke as she leaned further over the desk for a room key, “..so kind.”

The moment Scarlett’s head hit the pillow she was out, on top of the covers, lights on, and fully clothed with her bags still on the bed. All the running had exhausted her. Some hours later though, she couldn’t tell how many when she woke, the lights were off and a blanket had been thrown over her. Did she forget that she’d done this...? 

Groggily, she felt along the bed side table for a lamp, managing to get the light on without looking over. Her eyes bore into the ceiling as they adjusted, unaware she wasn’t alone until her peripherals caught slight movement. Scarlett’s entire body went stiff, slowing turning her head to asses her visitor. Of course. “You want me to hurt you, don’t you?”