#haloshe

[bewitchingbaker]

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🧑‍🤝‍🧑 - Do you have any siblings? What is your relationship like with them?

"Yeah, I have one older sister. Jessica Luna!" Chris smiled showing a photo of him and his sister, "That's my day one! My ace."

"We were already close but once my folks died, we became inseperable for a time. Even though she was more popular, Jessica always had time for me. Whether it was sneaking out to concerts, pulling pranks or skipping work we were always hanging out. She moved back to Chicago but we talk almost every day!"

[escapedartgeek]

@haloshe

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Z pauses for a moment, maybe recognizing that their phrase hadn’t really made sense in the first place. Wouldn’t be the first time that their language was.. not quite hitting the mark.

“Yeah. I mean.. I think I was referring to a play being what could be attracting people to a specific area tonight. But uh. Plays are things in general. Performances to be more specific.“

Even then they are cautious, curious even if they went too far in interpreting the question too literally.

[betterdcyz]

@haloshe​​ requested for anyone:  ❝  you need someone.  let me be that person.  let me be what you need.  ❞ ( give me anybody )  ( it’s all about the yearning / always accepting !! ) 

             “——you sound very sure of yourself.”  Cleo has responded to that,  looking over her shoulder.  “It’s been a long time since I needed someone;  it’s usually the other way around.”

[honorkills]

@haloshe​​      asked      :      sender      falls       asleep       leaning       against       receiver .

𝐚𝐧      𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠      𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧      ,      a      confounding      yet      almost      soothing      anomaly      .      an      otherworldly      experience     with      the      beast      unable      to      comprehend      𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚕𝚎      𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜      of      harmony      .      he      teters      between      the      precipice      of       yautja      honour     &      humanly      respect      .      when      in      her      presence      he      feels      strangely      𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞      ,      almost      like      the      lost      piece      of      the      puzzle      finally      being      added      .      fingers      twitching      ,      biting      at      the      block      adequately      looking      for      an      answer      to      his      frailing      emotions      .      his      stomach      sinks      ,      WASTED      UPON     FRACTURED      HOPES      &      DREAMS      .      𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝      𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫      𝐡𝐞𝐫      𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠      𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦      ,      his      eyes      dancing      over      her       with      such      grace      &      beauty      .      it      feels      wrong      ,      a      crack      in      an      otherwise      well-mannered      existence      .      if      this      is      how     it      all      ends      ,      so      be      it      ,      𝚑𝚎      𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜      𝚘𝚞𝚝      𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛      𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜      𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖     .      he      hesitates      for      a      brief      moment      ,      SWELLING      UPON      MIXED      SYMPATHIES      ....      beastly      digits      trailing      𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲      along      her     cheek      before      running      elegantly      through      her      hair      ,      careful      not      to      catch      𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐬      on      her      flesh      .     motionless      ,      it      was      the      least      he      could      do      ,      she      needed      her      rest      just      as      he      did      his      own      .

[wellfell]

 ❛ don't tell me you're scared of a little blood . don't worry , he's not dead . ❜

  —  @haloshe   /   one-liner.

[batfall-moved]

                                                *   )    ‘   who’s   askin?   . . .   ’    𝚙𝚑𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚎   𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚃   𝚊𝚜   𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜   𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍   𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍   𝚘𝚗   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝙼𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃   𝚘𝚏   𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚋   ,    𝙾𝙱𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶              CONSTANT   OBSERVATION.   the   music   aims   to   only   make   the   hair  on   the  back  of   neck   stand.   TRULY   how  does   one   actually   SPEND   A   NIGHT   in   such   a   place  ?    MALONE   extracts   lighter  ,    fingers   𝚒𝚍𝚕𝚢   𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢   𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑  𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚊𝚜    𝚊   𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎   𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜   𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖   𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑   𝚄𝙽𝙻𝙸𝚃.   ‘   you’re   gonna   have   to   practically   shout   in    my   godamn   ear   i   can’t   hear   a  fuckin’   thing  ’   BARKS   out   words    as   the   air   itself   HIDES   from   vocalization.   

                                             *     /   @haloshe​ 

[betterdcyz]

@haloshe​ requested for The Corinthian:  ❛ you’re not alone. you never were. ❜ ( for Cori. Maybe they homies ) ( for the damaged sentence starters / accepting !! )  

              “——I’m assuming you’re going to remedy that,  hm?”  The Corinthian said,  a drink in his hand,  occasionally swishing the wine around.  “You want some?  I got a whole bottle.” 

[pyreshe]

“ get behind me… ”

wide and terrified brown eyes flick desperately from the encroaching car slinking through the empty lot the way water circles a drain and the woman who stands in the glow of one of the flickering overhead lights. livvy does as she’s asked, stepping easily into the woman’s shadow as though she’s trying to melt into the darkness itself. she doesn’t know who is driving the car, but her heart has tightened in her chest and her stomach sinks- whoever they are, they are bad news.

livvy peers out from behind angela, eyes wary as she thinks to herself about how she could, maybe, just maybe, set the engine of the car on fire now from where she stands. protect angela the way angela wants to protect her.

but it isn’t worth the risk, she thinks. livvy has a loose grip on the hem of the older woman’s jacket and now smoke is slowly curling from between her fingers- she lets go quickly and as though she herself has been burned. no, she decides, burning the engine would take finesse and precision that she just doesn’t have when it comes to the fire. at least not yet. it’d be like using a sledgehammer in place of a scalpel.