#cardigaen.

[villlainz]

" somethin' 'bout this place seems way too fancy for us - or , like , at least for me . "

[cravemore2]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛    tell    me,    is    she    prettier    than    she    was    on    the    internet    ?    —    are    your    conversations    cool    ?    like,    are    you    even    interested    ?    (    —    )    tell    mе    if    she    takes    you    far    enough    away    from    all    the    baggage    you've    been    carrying.    ❜

takes    place    :    an    empty    playground    with    squeaky    swings.

[villlainz]

@cardigaen .

" get off of me . " words are spit out before the scene around them is truly taken into account , before she can see just how close they are . the scene erupts and she hasn't the slightest clue where she's being dragged to , who is pulling her out of the middle , though she isn't blind to the fact that the good daughter is brought front and center . always opposite magnets , north and south , are the pace - forbes girls . not until the crowd is suddenly in another room , they are pulled from the commotion , does it all settle on her . fabric that is a protective cloak on her shoulders has slipped and for the first time in too many years , she's being touched . " said , off . "

[villlainz]

" i just wanted to live somewhere where no one knew me . "

[cravemore2]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤfeigns    a    dramatic    wince,    dragging    out    the    hissed    ‘    ooo    ’    as    they    rounded    the    corner.    he’d    seen    the    sensation    that    was    twilight,    and    while    he    didn’t    have    a    particular    bone    to    pick    with    it,    it    always    irked    him    that    they    got    so    many    things    wrong.    but    what    was    he    supposed    to    do    ?    show    up    at    the    writers    &    authors    doors    and    say    ‘    hey,    i’m    a    real    vampire,    here’s    a    list    of    your    mistakes,    idiots    !    ’    ?    while    tempting,    didn’t    bode    well    for    his    privacy    and    life.    stops    at    the    tiny    coffee    shop,    facing    the    girl.    it’s    a    lovely    place,    something    he    would    have    imagined    she'd    pick    out,    and    a    smile    curved    his    lips    at    the    confirmation    that    she    was    exactly    how    he    imagined    when    he’d    seen    her.    ❝    yeah,    well    that’s    what    happens    when    you    don’t    have    anything    going    on    in    your    life.    ❞    offers    a    lighthearted    shrug,    matching    the    easy    laugh    between    them.    but    that    sweet    band aid    is    quickly    torn    off    when    she    says    her    name.    too    sweet    to    the    ears,    but    sends    something    twisting    down    his    stomach.    a    sudden    set    of    nausea    overcomes    him,    and    he    has    to    take    a    notable    step    back.    what    were    the    chances    …    the    same    name    ?    the    same    face    ?    it’s    enough    to    catch    him    off    guard    and    he    has    to    quickly    compose    himself    ;    schooling    features    back    into    one    of    impasse,    but    the    shock    still    lingers    in    his    eyes.    ❝    rafe.    ❞    tone    calm    as    can    be    —    but    he    needs    to    get    the    fuck    out    of    here.    right    now.    figure    this    shit    out.    ❝    cassandra.    that’s    a    lovely    name    —    and    this    is    a    lovely    shop    …    but    i’ve    just    realized    i    needed    to    go    pick    up    that    cousin    i    mentioned.    maybe    you    can    [    …    ]    show    me    this    shop    another    time,    yeah    ?    ❞

[villlainz]

" don't - i've already got one idiot i gotta make sure stays in one piece . don't do somethin' stupid and add to that list . "

[slumpcd]

for @cardigaen.

" i've never been jealous of anyone before ... " he mumbled underneath his breath. and he fucking hated it. blood boiled when he saw him around her, trying to touch her ... trying to get into her fucking pants. " it drives me fucking mad. "

[boysgenuis]

˙   ៹    ♡     @cardigaen           /            este   &   emma.

       she really doesn't know what she's doing here. she can't remember the last time she considered drew a friend. then again, that's not exactly a requirement to show up at his parties; everyone comes, everyone indulges. it's one of the stellar points of living in talwood, idaho. este supposes that's why she's here : there's not much else to do in a dull town like this. still, it's easy to get overwhelmed with it all. she hits that wall some half hour into the party, & promptly excuses herself from the energetic cluster of drunk college students & dropouts. she makes her way to the backyard, taking a route that she knows like the back of her hand.        ( once upon a time, there was a connection here. between her, drew, bobby, & the others ⎯⎯ she can't tell you when it died or whose fault it was. just that they pass her around town now & rarely say a word. )        she pulls her cardigan closer around herself as she steps closer to the pool. against all odds, no one is out here, the party perfectly contained in the oversized crane mansion. she draws in a breath as she looks down at the water. then there's a snap ! somewhere behind her, closer to the trees. she whips her head around, brows furrowing as she searches for the source.   "   hello ?   "   she starts to take a step towards the woods, then thinks better of it. she turns back towards the house, prepared to walk back into the party, when she catches sight of someone else coming outside.   "   oh. emma . . . hi.   "   god. when was the last time she spoke to her ? something crosses este's mind then.   "   i think drew was looking for you. before, you know . . . the beer pong game started.   "   it isn't particularly surprising. drew is always searching the room for emma, has been that way ever since he was prepubescent. time passes, but his schoolboy crush on her never does.   "   you look . . . good. really good.   "