#int. baz

[peterbasara]

peter 📲 baz

peter: [sends screenshot from tinder] peter: is she hot like she'd be a good ride or hot like she'd set all my clothes on fire in my bathtub?

[mercyvelazquez]

(( ~ @ofdevereauxs ~ ))

mercy had been thinking a lot lately, which was a miracle as to properly reflect on things in her life was a rarity. but with everything that has happened lately, mercy could not help but use her brain to process everything as she laid on her chaise–from feliks to adrienne, to her king and his new queen. for once, she could not lounge around, her mind not letting her rest because it wanted her to be more properly aware of her emotions, to not just feel but also understand the complexities of the emotions that weighed humans down and restrained them. they weren’t all bad, but the fact that she her mind pulling itself in twenty different directions and creating way too many questions, mercy needed a reprieve.

it was almost instantaneous–her vampire speed and her desire to turn off her brain making her realize she was already at her dear baz’s door when all she remembered was her feet touching the ground. the girl didn’t even manage to get on a pair of shoes, but none of it bothered her. all she wanted was to see a friend, a friend who shared the same depths. mercy did not bother to knock on the executioner’s door, just letting herself in and letting her senses lead the way