#everandevermcre

[chaoscometh]

@everandevermcre​

Outings like these didn’t exactly help the reputation she’d built, the one that whispered about whether or not she was a killer, or simply turned into one that night. But, the only one that was still breathing and knew the truth, was thankfully: her. In order to keep it that way, she turned around when she heard someone else approaching that clearing she’d been standing in, hands held up like she was surrendering before even starting. “It’s not what it looks like.” Claimed, but, truth be told? It was probably exactly, what it looked like.

[chaoscometh]

@everandevermcre​

An unfortunate combination of a classic dreamers syndrome and maybe a touch of absent mindedness was at fault for his lack of attention. Well, maybe it was that, and his excitement in finally getting the book that he’d wanted for no less than six months. Whatever it was, he collided almost directly into someone he didn’t recognize, at least at first, and promptly dropped everything in his hands as a result. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he also found himself right on his ass, too. “Shit, I’m sorry.” A slough of apologies, profuse and sincere, we’re following the initial one, before gesturing to the pile of books strewn across the sidewalk and himself, and promptly laughing at the pure ridiculousness of it all.

[chaoscometh]

@everandevermcre​

Santiago was rarely the type to step in unless invited, and would have never been caught dead wearing the cape meant for a so called captain-save-a-ho, but even he had a line, one that shouldn’t be crossed. Or, maybe this was just a touch beneficial for him. Whatever the reason, he was easily sliding into the place at their side, not even bothering to raise his voice at the man that had been harassing them for just a little too long. However, there was a chill to his tone that usually dripped honey, and it was dangerous, the kind of dangerous you could feel came with intention.

“Do you like your teeth?” He asked the stranger, not even looking at the person by his side. A hand raised before they answered. “If the answer is yes, I suggest you move along, and take a class on social cues because.” A pause, now he addressed them. “What’s your name?” Pause, beat. Clearly, he was going somewhere with this, now finally asking the one at this side, dark eyes centered on them with the kind of curiosity that most definitely killed the cat.

[chaoscometh]

Reina had always been naturally gifted and not afraid to show that, which is why she scoffed at the person in front of her, somehow still affectionate before nose crinkled. “All I said was don’t text your ex tonight.” A ringed finger tapped on the table between them. “It’s not your fault, it’s Mercury’s, but nonetheless, resist.” She laughed at herself as she made a small fist. “I offer my retrograde support for the low low cost of 9.99 a day.” @everandevermcre​

[chaoscometh]

No one was perfect. The statement had always rattled around in their brain, in their heart, but never exactly taken root. It never hit home, which explains why she was currently brooding, determined to drown the most recent failure at the bottom of however many bottles it took. Looking up from the empty shot glass, and the broken phone screen in front of her, she finally said. “One more for good luck.” A simple request to the bartender before looking to her left, and saying to no one in particular. “Unless you have a better idea.” @everandevermcre​

[chaoscometh]

Bentley was well known for staying open far longer than the shitty old sticker in the window stated. Hours were more of a suggestion than a staple. That however, didn’t change the corner of a smirk that appeared on her features when she heard someone enter. “How did I know I wouldn’t get out of here on time?” She had her back facing that same door, amusement clinging to an accented tone before adding. “Look what the cat dragged in.” @everandevermcre

[chaoscometh]

@everandevermcre​

She knew they had been walking behind her for longer than she was willing to acknowledge, it was the why that seemed to escape her a little too easy for her liking. Another moment, and a shift in expression seemed to earn the question, breaking the night’s silence that seemed to hang a little too heavy between them. “So, should I be worried you’re following me, or are we long lost neighbors?” Asked finally, acutely aware that they were the only two left on the street at this time. 

[chaoscometh]

@everandevermcre​

Words have always, without a single doubt, been words. Nicola had grown out of the luxury at taking them as bond, it was action she required, it’s probably what had kept her, and her family alive and kicking this entire time. However, that, among almost everything, seemed to change, shift, and fall fucking flat at Frankie’s feet. Maybe that was why there seemed to be a delay, her walking away (a habit that indulged the part of her that thought she still had the ability to do that, where they were concerned), and the processing of what had just been said. Turning, shoulder led the way, while tongue slipped passed lips, and her own words? Fell flat, caught in her throat, wide eyes taken back for a moment, still trying to come to terms with that.