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[er1cas]

she won't be able to let him go again. she knows this much, when she sees him. she can barely remember what had kept her from him in the first place (maybe they've moved on, maybe she's been forgotten, maybe she's been replaced—) everything seems inconsequential in the face of that familiar scent, those eyes, the rhythm of a heartbeat she's committed to memory.

@lahiey: "thank you for not dying."

she fights a smile, tries to hold herself back, manages to keep it to just a quirking of her mouth. ❝ well, i knew you'd miss me, so... ❞ her arms are crossed over her chest as she fights with herself some more, digging her nails into her arms so she doesn't do anything reckless like tackle him. ❝ you did miss me, right? ❞ she hopes the grin is masking it, the way her heart jumps, the importance of this question that she's been too scared to ask herself.

[philomelia]

011, the last train compartment that's not full.

her van had broken down as winter struck. the ice had crawled into the vents, into the glass, into the wheel (and it had expanded, growing outwards with soft little breaths, ghosting its spindly aches across every little piece of vulnerability). in short, ophelia had frozen over and wouldn't live again until summer graced the earth. cassie had never really had much use for public transport: her entire life had been in vans and cars and tents. having to take a train during the holiday season felt like a specifically gruesome punishment. not only had she emptied her wallet, but she'd also lost a little pride, going door to door like the virgin mary herself, searching for a compartment that wasn't stuffed to the brim.

her knock came light and airy on the door, expecting to find another overcrowded carriage. she tugs the door open and stares inside (she almost laughs, with glee or with delirium, when she sees that the compartment is almost entirely empty . . . of everyone but him). he is gaunt and pale, with harsh cheekbones and thin veins, but he does not look horrid. she tilts her head, tugs her lips into her most pleading smile. " please tell me there's room for one more, " she says, glancing around the empty space. " if i don't sit down soon, i think i might collapse. "

[arghent]

‘  did  you  love  me,  or  were  you  too  polite  to  leave  me  ?  ’

she waits for him to crack a smile, for a dry laugh to leave his lips, but no such indicator follows his statement. his expression is grave — lost and searching, yet hopeless all in one. this is what she's done to him. this is what she's turned him into. it's precisely why she's left time and time again — maybe with more distance between them he can finally let go, even if she knows she never can. deep down, she knows it's impossible for him too. that's why he's standing here, showing his full hand. isaac's never been good at bluffing. she's the one with the poker face.

tonight, however, it'd be cruel to play that game. tonight, he's searching for answers that keep his very soul in the balance. she won't lie to him. the truth might be worse, but he, at the very least, deserves that from her.

" of course i love you, isaac, " she finally replies, feeling smaller than she has in quite some time, armor laid to rest as she readies herself for him to pierce her through the heart in the way only his care can achieve.

" i just don't know if that's enough. i'm . . . " she trails off, searching for the right words — damaged, not capable, not worthy. the list goes on and on. " you deserve more than whatever this is and i don't know if i can give you more. "

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[shadowbrn]

isaac  lahey  (  @lahiey  )  said  to  cora  hale  ;  ❝ I feel very attacked right now. ❞

cora just watches isaac. he has a bit of a love for drama sometimes, and cora often enjoys watching him absolutely unravel and spiral. she's often there to help him out of the spiral as well, but watching the downfall is always a good time. ❝ no one's attacking you. ❞ cora points out, ❝ all i said was that your scarf looks stupid. i get you're trying to do the whole fancy paris boy thing . . . but the scarf makes you look like a dumb american who's trying too hard. ❞

[alcrescendoarch]

another day , another town . in her over 300 years , she's lost count of the places she's been , but she knows it's her first time in beacon hills . the small town has its charms , but she can't say it's too different from the hundreds of small towns she's been to before . her days continue just as they always do , with stolen food , stolen clothes , and memories wiped the moment she's out of sight . it's the same old routine she's convinced herself to put up with . in the end , she's the one who wished for it .

she's finishing up her lunch at a small restaurant , eyes scanning the other tables around her . the patrons are relatively diverse , and the boy with a mop of curls and bright blue eyes catches her interest for a moment before turning her gaze towards the waitress on the other side of the room . seeing it as an opportune moment , she heads to the bathroom , waiting a couple of seconds for the door to close before heading back out . she spots the waitress , already clearing off the table while mumbling about someone dining and dashing . the waitress pays her no mind , however not even when she meets her eye and nods her head in greeting . she steps out the door , but as she turns to walk down the street , she finds herself face - to - face with the boy with the bright blue eyes . " excuse me , " she says , moving to go around him .

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[famefckrmoved]

the    mansion    is    lonely    at    the    best    of    times    and    sarah    can't    help    but    long    for    a    little    companionship.    it    takes    everything    in    her    to    not    find    herself    a    cute    little    bed    and    breakfast    to    spend    her    time    at,    hoping    that    if    she    were    to    sit    in    a    common    room,    someone    might    want    to    engage    with    her.    lord    knows    her    husband    never    has.    ❝    would    you    mind    terribly    if    i    sat    here?    ❞    she    asks,    walking    up    to    the    boy    sitting    at    the    table    in    the    cafe    she'd    stumbled    into,    a    soft    smile    on    her    face.

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[arghent]

@lahiey said . . . "  i'm completely lost without you. "

it is a dance she knows all too well, the push and pull between them, two magnets, poles turned to repel, when they could just as easily attract if they were only looking at things from the correct direction. she's in london for a quick job. it shouldn't be a shock that he sensed her presence the minute she set foot in his city. it shouldn't be a shock that he tracked her down before she could wander up on him. that's not how they usually work though. he waits and she comes.

but he's standing outside her hotel room, sopping wet from the storm it seems he walked through to get to her, and suddenly the world has titled on its axis. even through his pleading, hell, probably because of his pleading, he has the upper hand. that look in his crystal blue eyes would shatter anyone's heart — but of course, it's meant just for her.

" you don't mean that, " allison insists, ushering him inside, her breath hitching as he slips by oh so closely, " you . . . you're . . . "

she's at a loss for words. try as she might to deny it, the proof is right in front of her in the form of a soaked to the bone werewolf pleading with her just to stay in her orbit, to bask in the nonexistent warmth that emanates from her.

" it's not that simple. you shouldn't want me. i'm a mess. i can't be what you deserve, isaac. don't you get that? "

[arghent]

do u like me? check [ ] yes or [ ] yes

[ x ] the number you have reached is no longer in service [ x ] yes