Jun 23, 2014
That suit is very becoming on you. Then again, I would be too.
"I can make sure you are coming soon."
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That suit is very becoming on you. Then again, I would be too.
"I can make sure you are coming soon."
My body has 206 bones. Wanna give me another one?
"I think the answer to this question would have to be yes. Yes, please."
Are you a candle? Because I'm going to blow you.
✐
➐ a love poem
Roses are red,Violets are blueI’m bad at poemsbut I love you.
✉
Dear Johanna,
You are still asleep beside me but I don’t want to wake you yet. You look beautiful when you sleep, you’re peaceful and even though your fists are tight in the sheets I think you’re dreaming something okay.
I like that you aren’t like this all the time though. I love the rough parts of you. I like seeing you be a little bit fragile because I know you could still kick my ass and chop of a limb. Somehow I think it’s what makes you whole. It makes you human.
You’re incredible. And you know what? I’m not even going to show you this because you’ll just laugh. I’m sorry if this fucks with your toilet but it’s going down the drain.
Love, Blight.
P.S. Your ass looks incredible.
Truth - Do you love me?
Fuck! … Yes.
⟶ Jo
Laurel [☠]: You'd make a great mother, Jo! You should have a bunch of kids someday. :)
Teach Me, Fight Me || Zelda / Johanna
Thirty-fifth floor, he'd said. It couldn't have been that hard to find, Zelda thought to herself as she looked around the grey hallways. Johanna had stated before that practically every inch of this place was covered in grey, hell, even the lights tended to dull every once in awhile. She had yet to accustom herself with the sickly wheezing of the fluorescent lights above her or the smell of sterile floors. Everyone watched everyone here and Zelda hated it. She wouldn't admit it but slowly, every once in awhile when she allowed herself too long to think about it, she felt herself inching closer and closer to madness just like the rest.
Now standing inside the elevator she grabbed the railing as it shot upwards, the cabin robbed of any and all light, her eyes closing slowly as she focused on the clicking of chains above her, the rock of the elevator shaft, and the smoothness of the wooden railing before it halted with a rough jolt, the doors opening with a reluctant groan before shooting out of the darkness and into the dim lighting once more.
Zelda had made her decision a long time ago, she made her decision the moment Rowan had made hers and Zelda wouldn't let her sacrifice go to waste. She'd sat in bed long enough and now it was time to swallow whatever pride she had left and ask for the help she so desperately wanted. Of course she couldn't ask Acacio, he would go to easy on her. And she couldn't ask Clary or Jameson--they had Lucas to take care of. Zelda knew Johanna wouldn't spare her, Johanna would teach her what she needed to know. It was just a matter of convincing her.
Approaching the silver door with four numbers carved into the paneling, Zelda knocked twice. She waited for a minute or two before knocking again. She waited. She knocked again. Five minutes later Zelda found her fist knocking frantically on the door, her hand shaving the doorknob because she knew for a fact Johanna was there. "Johanna! I have a message for you!" Zelda shouted into the room, fully aware of the lie.