#halfpyre

[2wanlake]

@halfpyre : i do, sometimes, rub people the wrong way.

"you don't say." she doesn't even try to hide her judgment. she stares at him for a long minute, before she finally drags her eyes away from him. her eyes scan him then the paintings. her father wanted one for his collection. unfortunately he had taken ill, so odette offered to fly out to new orleans in his stead. her eyes lock on one that captures her interest. "tell me about this one."

[shieldvampyre]

❝    WHAT    IS    A    VALID    REASON    FOR    SOMEONE    TO    LOVE    SOMEONE    ELSE?    SINCE    APPARENTLY    I'M    DOING    IT    WRONG.    ❞    anger    is    palpable    as    she    speaks.    her    relationship    has    been    on    the    rocks    for    ages    now,    and    she    doesn't    know    what    to    do.    who    else    is    she    supposed    to    ask    about    this    but   @halfpyre​.

[serendpitous-a]

   @halfpyre​​  said   .  .  .   “ you’re not dating anyone, are you? ”

it’s been months without contact — pure radio silence on both ends — and as much as she’d like to convince herself that time heals all wounds, the moment that felix steps into what was once their favorite coffee shop ( the very one that she’s been avoiding for far too long even though it’s the perfect distance between her place & the office ), her wounds feel fresh, raw, like they had never scarred over at all. maybe a less mature brooke would’ve ducked for cover behind the counter — slipped the barista a twenty to keep her hidden and sneak her out the back door — but she’s evolved, she’s grown. she can be an adult about this — right? 

instead, she approaches with a smile — one a bit too forced, one that makes her face hurt — and offers to buy him his iced red eye before he can turn her down ( how he can drink that concoction, she’ll never know. it’s basically rocket fuel ). before she knows it, they’re tucked into their favorite corner table, away from the hustle and bustle of the line, a single chocolate croissant to share between them — old habits die hard . . . she probably should’ve ordered two. 

the small talk is awkward at first, as to be expected. she asks how he’s doing, in the general sense. he says good. visa versa. it’s unsettling, really, to meander through such bullshit conversation with the person who knows you most intimately. they speak like strangers, but as she listens to his words, she can’t help but think about the fact that his smile reflects hers, that it isn’t real, because if it was, there’d be crinkling at the corners of his eyes. she can’t help but to miss the fact that the last time they sat at this table ( and every other time ) their hands were stretched across it, fingers intertwined, as if they had all the time in the world together. she misses that. 

and suddenly, when they’ve run out of things to say, he brings out the question that she herself has been dying to ask, but wouldn’t dare. they both always struggled with tact — she’s just had to find some deep within her since becoming such a businesswoman. her heart races, despite the true answer to his question being incredibly dull. still, she takes a split second to decide whether to tell the truth or to invent a story in the way she just knows her mother would be proud of. ultimately, it doesn’t take long to choose. he’d know if she was lying anyway. 

 “ uh — no. not really. i mean, i go on dates sometimes — for events. but they’re not date dates, you know? they don’t mean anything. ”  she’s rambling now, nerves getting the best of her, for she fears his answer to the question more than admitting her own truth,  “ and you? are you seeing anyone?  ”  her stomach drops down to somewhere around her knees as she waits for his response. 

[shadowbrn]

@halfpyre​ asked: “I’m covered in blood for sexy reasons. Also I just got stabbed.” ROSE

❝  someone  stabbed  you?  ❞  rose  rushed  over  to  him  immediately,  trying  to  figure  out  where  the  hell  all  the  blood  was  coming  from.  ❝  you  were  really  going  to  try  to  distract  me  from  the  stabbing  news  by  appealing  to  the  fact  that  you’re  really  fucking  hot  when  you’re  a  mess?  ❞  there  weren’t  a  lot  of  people  that  rose  would  lose  control  over.  but  felix  .  .  .  she  loved  him.  the  only  person  she  loved  more  than  him  was  lissa,  and  that  was  saying  something.  ❝  are  you  okay?  and  also,  who  am  i  killing?  ❞

[vampyrebled]

"I confess, I messed up." Lucy said softly, running a hand through blonde locks. Clearly she had no idea what she was doing, everything was certainly new to the blonde. Holding out the cellphone she stared at it. "It went black and won't show pictures anymore. Could you help?" Did she know she'd turned it off? No, no she did not. 

                       @halfpyre​ liked ! a little less sixteen candles, a little more touch me - fob

[shadowbrn]

@halfpyre asked: ‘  i  hate  people .  ’ juli <3

a  fake  gasp  escapes  juli’s  lips  as  soon  as  felix  speaks.  she’s  well  aware  that  felix  hates  people.  they  both  do,  sometimes  she’s  pretty  sure  that  he’s  the  only  person  that  she  can  tolerate  in  large  doses.  “  this  is  a  shock.  ”  she  tells  him,  her  tone  deadpan  as  she  pours  him  his  drink  of  choice,  “  here  i  thought  you  were  fully  sunshine  and  rainbows  and  the  most  social  creature  in  existence...  ”  a  glimmer  of  a  smirk  appearing  on  her  lips  as  she  spoke,  “  everything  i  know  about  you  is  a  lie.  ”

[bdazzled-a]

" sometimes i wish i could read your mind, " brooke muses aloud, before brushing her thumb across his cheek. he's famously withholding. so is she. but they're learning to get better at it. " tell me what's going on in that head of yours. "

@halfpyre liked for a short starter

[bdazzled-a]

Just to show you my heart's in the right place…I'll give you my best pair of pajamas.

" your generosity knows no bounds, " brooke practically beams as she takes the offered t-shirt from him, one well-worn and oh so familiar. a freebie from back in high school — d.a.r.e. emblazoned across the front in those bold red letters. she used to tease that it was the only non-plain shirt in his wardrobe. and so it had become hers, unofficially.

when she had packed him a box of his things, when all was said and done, the shirt laid right on top. she had half a mind to keep it back then, but holding on to it felt too heavy.

and now, they're finally reunited. " buckle up, " she waggles her brows, feeling giddy and lighter than she has in a long time, " i think i'm ready to make some destructive decisions. wait . . . that's the wrong club. "

@halfpyre