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"Even though our perception of it changes, one thing remains constant. The past can never be completely erased. It lingers."
He’s heard this. And every fucking time it makes the acid in his stomach churn. He stands there shirtless in his bathroom, bent down at the sink splashing cold water at his face. With his back to her, he rakes his dexterous digits through wet sable strands, trying to clear his thoughts as he stares into the mirror. He dries his face off, a droplet of water trickling from the snub of his nose.❝Why are you trying to serve as my reminder ? Do you think I want to remember.❞ His voice is coated with ice, his hazel hues piercing hers in the reflection, ❝I’ve had just about enough of this shit.❞
All texts from Flora.
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Send “✆” for a morning text.
[ Message ➜ Misora ’☼ ] - Good morning! good morning! Good morning![ Message ➜ Misora ’☼ ] - now, get that pretty head of yours out and about![ Message ➜ Misora ’☼ ] - either that or i’ll chuck cold water on you..
Send “✉” for a text that wasn’t sent.
[ Message ➜ Misora ’☼ ] - Look, i know we bicker.. a lot,[ Message ➜ Misora ’☼ ] - But i do care, i really do..[ Message ➜ Misora ’☼ ] - even though i have a funny way of showing it…
Send “☎” for a rushed text.
[ Message ➜ Misora ’☼ ] - omg wtf happened?[ Message ➜ Misora ’☼ ] - i am coming 4 u.[ Message ➜ Misora ’☼ ] - why didnt u tell me b4?
Send “⁇” for a drunk text.
[ Message ➜ Misora ’☼ ] - yo yo yo, flora in da+ house. [ Message ➜ Misora ’☼ ] - pls ex plain how i am he re.
Send “✿” for a suggestive text.
[ Message ➜ Misora ’☼ ] - I mean, i could really use some love right about now.[ Message ➜ Misora ’☼ ] - and, like, it would be good if it came from you…
Send “ø” for a late night text.
[ Message ➜ Misora ’☼ ] - Yeah ▬ i’m sorry.[ Message ➜ Misora ’☼ ] - I know i’ve picked the worst time to tell you this.[ Message ➜ Misora ’☼ ] - but i really am.
Send “✘” for a hateful text.
[ Message ➜ Misora ’☼ ] - is this what you wanted to happen?[ Message ➜ Misora ’☼ ] - Congratulations.[ Message ➜ Misora ’☼ ] - You’ve got your frigging wish.
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I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you. | I respect you. | you are my family. | I don’t know you.
celocaelestis .
Under the glum kaleidoscope of failing lights adhered to what seem to be liquor stores and the kind, he is rendered spectral– With that tousled peroxide hair, a ghostly pale visage devoid of emotion, eyes chasing after the one [ whether it is a man or a thing, it remains obscure ] that is discomforting him for unknown reasons. He feels as though he is being shadowed but even little hints of evidence still have yet to present themselves, making him put the blame on the biting night for now and its dissolving youth for lending such a strange feeling to his surroundings; slips both hands into his pockets to fiddle with the pretty little thing as he moves at a deliberate pace around the wretched periphery of the town.
The lack of sound merely serves to enhance his perception, thus the moment a particular quality that he can’t exactly read greets him, he takes several steps aside and away from the familiar path in a discreet manner, careful not to ignite suspicion nor give off tense vibes especially when he has brought the hood of his shirt up just a minute ago. So, he waits in anticipation, in the dark. In the slightly perspiring palm of a hand is where it belongs– His pistol gripped steadily, fingers ringed with a rattled composure he tries to keep concealed and once the person [ the only one coming this way, in fact ] approaches the corner in which he lurks, he nearly brandishes his weapon at her but senses hit him; the woman is not harmless. “...” Like a deer caught in the headlights, he stares, confused. “What are you doing here?”
“This place is dangerous.”
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Send in sexy pictures of your Muse to my submit box, and see how my muse reacts..
Intrigued is an under statement, but the wolf boy knows he must be heedful toward the fatal female. He parts his plump pair to trace his tongue along a canine, staring for far too long at her exposed skin. Alex averts his gaze from the polaroids, shoving them back into the envelope she had handed him merely minutes ago. ❝And what sort of bribery is this, hellcat ? If you wanted something from me, you could have asked.❞ There’s that impish smile he makes before a human becomes his meal. But he has no intention of devouring something he deems repulsive.