#fullbones

[anthrcpophagi]

🌿🍒 (fullbones)

send “🌿🍒” (or "mistletoe") for my muse's reaction to standing under a mistletoe with your muse  ♡

“Look,” A slender finger points to the greenery hanging above their head. It’s so little, so fragile looking and yet it holds the fate of so many people beneath its tiny sprigs. If she imagined her life just a few years earlier, Maren never would’ve guessed she’d be standing under a mistletoe with a beautiful boy—and another eater, at that. “It’s tradition, right?” She smiles playfully. “Bad luck to break it.”

[downspirals]

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. " (fullbones, for Rain chaos)

@fullbones / @versin-surfin

“does that kind of thing happen to you a lot?” she’s taken a washcloth to what’s left for blood on his face. from the way that it has smeared, she kind of doubts he’s telling the truth about this. honestly, she isn’t sure how much she cares. is this the worst thing that lee has done with her around?

(likely, no. he would certainly do worse again.)

“are you okay? is any of this yours?”

[anthrcpophagi]

you will always be the better part of me. (fullbones)

“Don’t say that.” As much as she liked the idea of it all, Maren knew it wasn’t right. She was a terrible person. She had no right to be the better half to anyone, especially someone as kind and caring as Lee. “You shouldn’t set your standards so low.”

[anthrcpophagi]

don't you feel safe with me? (fullbones)

"I do," But, she wants to say. There's always a but. I like being around you, but. I want to be with you, but. I love you, but. There was always that caveat waiting around for the corner, that hungry shadow looming in the dark. I’m not safe, she wants to say. I’m the danger. “Do you feel safe with me?”

[anthrcpophagi]

you make it very hard to focus on what i'm supposed to be doing. (from fullbones)

“Hey, don’t blame me for being charming and irresistible.” She teased, scrunching her nose in protest. Maren wasn’t trying to distract him, but she wasn’t necessarily going out of her way to not distract him, either. Even with a book in her hands, her eyes found themselves wandering to his face every few pages. “What are you working on anyway?”

[anthrcpophagi]

nothing i do seems to make you frightened of me. (fullbones)

“Why would I be scared?” Her brows furrowed as she watched him. She didn’t think she could ever be scared of him, not after the things she’d seen. Scared of losing him, maybe. Scared of pushing him away, sure. But nothing he did could ever frighten her. “You tryin’ to scare me away?”