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𝖃avier was sure his brain was playing a trick on him. this wasn’t possible. not out here. not when he’d been waiting on exactly this all summer and never even got a glance of a girl’s knee. not for a second. so what he was seeing, it must have something to do with his death. death. he was dead. it still felt odd on his tongue and foreign in his head to even consider it. not having given himself the time to really think about how he had left the world of the living, xavier knew he was postponing a mix of overwhelming feelings, was trying to pretend the unavoidable didn’t exist. but sooner or later he’d have to face it. well, better later than now. not now when she was right there.

𝕬 red-head with skin pale and eyes so sharp, he almost felt like they would tear him apart any second. yet, he couldn’t stop staring. was completely drawn in by her presence and felt his hand brushing down her arm, half a smile appearing on his face. when had that happened? for a second the blond felt like his own actions were out of his power. yet, he didn’t try fighting it. why would he? the temptation was right there. ❝you shouldn’t be out here. haven’t you heard? there’s a killer hunting in these forests.❞ xavier felt a lightness surrounding his heart which he hadn’t witnessed since he’d arrived at redwood. what was it about this girl? why couldn’t he stop looking at her? he was the supernatural. she was supposed to be thrown off her game by him and not the other way around. ❝let me take you to one of the cabins. it’s saver there. and you look awfully cold in this dress anyway. even though, it is a very pretty dress..❞

𝕭lue eyes wandered down a slim body, almost had him biting his bottom lip. for a second, xavier tried to think of the last time that he’d felt this encouraged to hit on a girl. probably as a teenager? he’d never been a player but he didn’t live like a man of the bible either. and if this were the sort of girls coming to the camp on a regular basis, he wouldn’t promise to be in the boys-cabin at 10pm either. ❝do you do aerobics? your body looks.. ravishing.❞ a light lit in his dead eyes, when xavier’s orbs met hers again now.

#cortezes #∙ ∟ ʿ xavier & moira ʿ ― 〈 v1 〉 ⋆

❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜ ( from grace ! )

“That depends…” Kit said, his eyes on her. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he scooted closer to her. Just a bit, but not enough to close whatever space was between them. “If you want me to, I can carry on.”

#( &&. kit x grace )#cortezes

❛ You’re not very scared of me, are you? ❜ ( @cortezes ft. miss evers )

She is stopped on her motions yet again by a voice that is not rough - edged or particularly frightening, yet it holds in her tone a certain unnerving Moira still experiences every time she is forced to partner with the other housekeeper. There are very few things within the Hotel Moira has grown to truly fear, and while James Patrick March is certainly one of them, his second in command and most loyal employer is not – at least, not to the degree of uneasiness she feels around the ghost of the owner himself.

The tone is accusatory – Moira has been enduring Ms. Evers’ complaints about the way she irons the sheets for two hours by now, and it’s grown to the point when the younger ghost is constantly exhaling huffing sighs of annoyance. Moira is compliant, frighteningly so in her opinion – but there will come to an inevitable point when she’ll reach her limit.

“ I wasn’t aware we were supposed to fear any other than Mr. March himself, ” she’ll murmur in return, eyes focused on her task of cleansing the linen sheets of any wrinkles – she can smell fresh lavender in them, an obvious attempt to conceal the blood splatters that have been imprinted upon the fabric so many times in the last month. It almost frightens her, how nonchalant her thoughts become lately when they shift to the murders transpiring within the hotel, “ I would’ve assumed Mr. March doesn’t want anyone stealing the spotlight from him. ”

#cortezes #𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚. 』 hotel #moira's hotel verse is basically her being a ghost housekeeper there too lmfao its her worst nightmare #bc her employer is motherfucking march #tysm for this friend!

cortezes said: ❛ you , uh … you really don’t look so good . ❜ from moira !

“ Violet broke up with me ,” Tate put simply . He finally stopping crying after hours , his eyes had become to sore and his head ached from dehydration . He now sat at the kitchen island , a glass of tap - water in hand though it had mostly went untouched ; He just felt too fucking sick to ingest anything at the moment . “ I know I fucked up but ... I really never expected this to happen . I thought she understood me , I thought she really got how ... impressionable I am .”

Tate was a young man who wanted more than love and acceptance . And for those who showed him even the slightest hint of affection , he worshiped , he would do anything for ; Nora put him up to something so awful and the guilty ate away at him . He figured that she would be angry with him but this abandonment had blind - sighted him . The blond sniffled , rubbing the back of his hand roughly against the underside of his nose . “ Sorry , I’m not trying to dump this all on you . I just have no one to talk to . No one likes me .”

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