#huntertomycore

[singersonlydaughter]

✆✉☎?? ø (huntertomycore)

Send “✆” for a morning text. 

[text; My Amelia]: There's some guy in our hotel room making coffee[text; My Amelia]: Why is there a guy making coffee in our hotel room?

Send “✉” for a text that wasn’t sent. 

[text; My Amelia]: Just remember For my sake just remember If I die, you are my sister Nothing is ever going to change that You're worth more than any boy, any wish I could be grantedYou matter to me

Send “☎” for a rushed text. 

[text; My Amelia]: I can't wait to get to my fuck[text; My Amelia]: fuck[text; My Amelia]: TRUCK

Send “⁇” for a drunk text. 

[text; My Amelia]: Why did god fel th eneed to take our kord and savio r john lenin

Send “ø” for a late night text. 

[text; My Amelia]: I've been blasting the whole Save Rock and Roll album I could kill a dude I've just made like fifty fucking cookies I want to take over the world

[singersonlydaughter]

"I made you some tea."    She said, rather softly. Her voice had never been used like this before on her friend. It was always in it's natural rough and tough tone. This voice only came out for... kids. Right now, she thought maybe Am would want to have this soothing one over her nasty attitude.

[singersonlydaughter]

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[singersonlydaughter]

"Griff- You’re just a kid… This can’t be happening—"

"I'm not a kid anymore, Am. I'm grown up, and have responsibilities, and a job, and a husband. I don't know if I want to be a mom, but," She paused, running her tongue over her teeth, trying to think of how to even approach this subject. 

"He wants kids, maybe I do too, if I can't give the world anything good, at least let my child do what I couldn't."

[sonsofhunters-blog]

huntertomycore

"I’m the girl who knows what happens when you fall in love with an angel."

"That's brilliant. Doesn't tell me your name, though." He replied.

[sonsofhunters-blog]

"Who're you, and what're your intentions with my Griffon, huh?" (huntertomycore)

huntertomycore

"I'm sorry? Your Griffon?" Jacob furrowed his eyebrows at the woman. "I'm Jake. Who're you?" He shot back, folding his arms across his chest.

[singersonlydaughter]

Dear Best Friend

Dear Amelia,

I’m not one to be sappy or emotional, we both know this a bit too well, but you are, without a doubt the closest thing I’ve ever had to a sister, and the only long lasting friendship I have ever had…with anyone. 

You make me feel like it’s okay to drop my guard, to open up and show a bit of who I am underneath all that armor. So many of my happy memories are of you and me. I will bet you my heaven will be filled with them, that is, if I get into heaven. 

I’ve never had people stay in my life for very long, nor have I had someone who has been so devoted to protecting me, to be the best family I could have. You are the sister I never had, but always wanted. I am glad to call you my best friend, and it makes me even happier to be able to be your family. I will always protect you with my life, and it’s weird to call a person home, but when I think of home, I think of you and the Salvage. But you always come to mind first. 

       Tell anyone about this and you will wake up with rats in your bed.

                    As Always,

                             Griffon West Singer.

[singersonlydaughter]

Her heart was in her throat at the sight of the girl. The girl who she had been ripped apart from, whose disappearance had torn her up for months. The one person whom Griffon could confide in with absolute confidence, one who she truly loved. She honestly didn't know how to respond. There was so much whirling in her head, and half of her thought she was dreaming and the other half was scared she had been risen by a ghoul, but it was her Amelia. It was her best friend.

"Am..."