#c; dev

[sharpenurdamnknife]

“There are so many ‘Hell is Real, Repent’ signs here—I totally forgot how bad it was since we moved out of Bon Temps. Still, I’m glad we’re visiting. Wait, why are we here again? Something about one of your old coworkers, right?”

Piper looked out the side window, a little smile curving her lips as she turned off the main highway and onto one of the local roads. The change was almost instant. "Part of being Baptist is the constant shame." She told him with a little smirk. "If you're not shamed and scared of going to hell you might enjoy this life instead of constantly giving them money and putting your butt in a seat to prevent suffering in the next one. God forbid you enjoy a brunch on a sunday morning instead of going to church for four hours."

Piper nodded. "Yeah...yeah one of them is having some problems and she got ripped off by some wanna be wiccan bitch in shreveport so I'm going to put some old hoodoo markings on her doors." She looked at him again. She hadn't told him it was Jasons sister.

[sharpenurdamnknife]

Why does Piper like to give @pyrokineticwarrior mini heart attacks?

Maybe next time Piper would shock them all even more. She would find something in red to wear since they all seemed so completely and totally agaste at the black lace dress she had chosen to wear out into society tonight. But if she was going to be forced to come and be back out in this secpol that was the Tone, she was going to make them all as uncomfortable as they made her.

The very thought pulled her lips into a minx like smile as she saw the way they leaned in to whisper to one another. She ticked them off one by one. This lady and that one. Her dim witted daughters. The smart little red head. The youthfully innocent one...or at least she pretended to be. As if they hadn't all been breed for the same exact purpose.

There were one or two new faces, not ones that hadn't been out before and also a few that the great queen had brought under her wing. Her eyes fell on one of the gentlemen that Lady Albright leaned up against. At least the queen had good taste judging by looks. She wondered how long it would take to scare him as well.

One of the waiters passed by with a tray of drinks and Piper stopped him. "Wait." She methodically pulled the glove off finger by finger, making eye contact with the new man before she took the glass with a shockingly bare hand.

Lady Albright nearly gasped next to him. "Shameless." She hissed the word as if the other woman had just run bare chested through the streets."

[sharpenurdamnknife]

"Piper you are a liar."

“Huh?” Her voice was shocked and concerned. Normally she wouldn’t be but the was DEV! “What do you mean?”

[galaxydrcaming]

@allxthingsxglxtter

It was evident enough in her reaction that it hurt her to even look at him, Dev ignoring the fresh wave of self-loathing simmering in him to instead just look down at the sand between his knees and shrug.  “Only about a month or so.  That I remember.  And you?  Are you…”  He cut off, his jaw working a little before he looked up at her with a grim smile. “Feel free to ignore the questions.  Don’t mean to pry.” He didn’t have a right to anymore, Dev knowing that for certain.  “I’m studying at the university.  Law.  I’m usually there or here.”

Nodding her head, Ana forces in another deep breath. “A year since I remembered, but I was living here for longer than that in that..fake life.” She replies back with a small shrug. “How..fitting.” Ana remarks at the idea of him studying Law as she makes a face and looks down at him fully. “Socrates is here, you can say hello to him again if you’d like.”

[ofaanarchy-blog]

maliaharries

Gli esami si avvicinavano e come semrpe io avevvo passato l'intero semestre a bere e a cercare di battere un record di quanti uomini sposati avrei convinto a venire a letto con me. Notizia positiva: avevo battuto il record. Notizia negativa: Ora mi ritrovavo con due volumi di diritto penale da studiare in una settimana. Ero disperata per trovare qualcosa che mi aiutasse a tenere il mio livello di concentrazione più alto della mia soglia attuale che equivaleva a fare una pennichella ogni paragrafo. Avevo solo un'altro piccolo problema, avevo promesso a mia soella Rhea che non avrei più parlato con il mio carissimo spacciatore amico. Per mia fortuna il mio ingegno non aveva limiti, sapevo esattamente a chi rivolgermi per trovarmi qualcosa che mi potesse aiutare. L'unico insignificante dettaglio? Nonostante io e Jeff fossimo allo stesso anno e fossimo anche più simili di quanto ci piacesse ammettere, noi due non andavamo esattamente d'accordo. Ma questo non mi avrebbe fermata, l'avrei convinto ad aiutarmi in qualche modo. Alla fine delle lezioni uscii nel cortile del campus dove trovai Jeff seduto ad un tavolino che "studiava", per qualche ragione ero sicura non stesse affatto studiando. " Ehi Lucas! " Dissi con la voce più civettuola che potesse uscirmi in quel momento, per mia fortuna ero un'ottima attrice. Mi sedetti sul tavolo, incrociando le gambe, scoprendole leggermente dal vestitino. Si, la mia tattica per ottenere quello che volevo era far leva sul fatto che lui fosse più facile di me... il che è quanto dire. " Pronto per gli esami finali di penale? " Chi non mi conosceva avrebbe pensato che fossi seriamente interessata.