#killingsbythenumber

[hardoutthereforawitch]

cause I think you should be aware of what I've got 

[thexmetarchive]

          “    I don’t even know. It was fucking there and I couldn’t just fucking leave it. It’s crying now    Oh God.”

"It was there, so you decided to take someones kid. You know that can be considered as kidnapping--what if that person was like coming back for their kid---oh god its crying. Shake it or something--what do baby's even like?"

[hardoutthereforawitch]

killingsbythenumber replied to your post:so I missed it actually being munday by like 3...

*cries* I couldn’t sleep but, hey, got to see your prettay face gurl

shhhhhhh shhhhhhh 

[thexmetarchive]

[[ killingsbythenumber i was totes about to respond to your post just now bby. but then it disappeared. but yusss it only seemed fitting cause i mean how could i not. they look so fucking identical.]]

[hardoutthereforawitch]

It was a beautiful day out, the sun was shining the birds were chirping, there was a fucking assassin walking towards her. Sure there was a chance he was just here, in the same city she was but seeing as her parents have sent three assassins to kill her in the last two months she would really rather not being taken by surprise. The man had the walk of somebody who knew how to kill, and do it well. Normal people would walk right by and not notice that he was perfectly balanced if somebody ran into him he'd easily be able to be on the defense or offense in a moment. It wasn't until he was almost to her when she recognized him, and stopped walking.  "You have go to be fucking kidding me." 

[sxsters]

Oooh look I have a relationships page for Ophelia up!

[sxsters]

         "Mine as well." He agreed softly, flipping the flimsy page delicately. It was most certainly not like him to enjoy silence when another was in his company. It wasn’t fear of the awkwardness created by silence but the fear of someone being able to listen to the most intimate secrets of his mind that compelled him to feel so.. But here, he feared none of that, which was an extremely rare occasion. 

          "You’ve hardly touched your scones." Panos noted, azure eyes raising themselves from the page.

           "I-- sorry..." Ophelia had been entranced by the person in front of her. She was still reminding herself that she was indeed here and that this was actually happening. It wasn't like her to accept a coffee request but she had challenged him and he had completed the challenge without breaking a sweat. "I'm still just trying to convince myself that you're actually real."