#leftoverfear

[disconection-blog]

“    what’s  up  with  you  and  elisia?    you  give  me  this  speech  about  not  giving  up  on  her,    and  now  you  guys  aren’t  even  talking?    ”      /      @leftoverfear  for  ash.

[edgepushed]

“    he was here.    m-monkeyman.  he   was  HERE.    ”     she's   pacing    his    room   within   the   grotto,   french   manicured  nails   combing   through   now   wild   curls.   she’s   barely   escaped   the  pit   where   raven’s   dead   body   laid.   he’s   the  closest   person   geographically   &    how   could   she   explain    why   she   was   here   to     rowan     or    elisia  ?    “      you    were   supposed   to   meet   me   down  there   with   pills.      where    were   you  ?     ”

         @leftoverfear for ASH.

[arrogancekills-blog]

          ❛        you  want  to  fight  ,  yet  you  can    barely  hold    a  crossbow  ?        ❜        they’re  doomed.          /          @leftoverfear

[fierceli-archive]

❝   hey, you’re one of lucas’ friends,  aren’t you ?     what’s your name again ?   ❞        / /        @leftoverfear

[bittenrage-blog]

EYES CLOSED AS HEART RACED FASTER  &&  FASTER,   breathes of air came out at an unusual pattern while he placed a hand over his chest.    he had tried to get out of that place as fast as he could before he coudl    S H I F T    in front of them,    but at what cost   ? ? ?     his entire face was bloody,   along with the palms of his hands where he had been digging his claws into.    he however found himself in an alleyway where he sat on the dirty filthy ground beside a dumpster.    with a shaky hand he pulled out his phone,   facetiming hayden as quickly as he could.    he knew he shouldn’t,   but she made all this   EASIER    for him.    he had to see her face. 

                          ⇥ @leftoverfear​ / ♡’d

[coldpyre]

‘        can  you ––––        pick  me  up?         ’          tone  rings  desolate  on  his  end  of  the  line   ,          throat  ripped  raw  from  screaming   ,              holding  a  certain  vulnerability  he  never  allowed  before   ,              even  back  when  he’d  told  her  about  his  family.       he  stumbles  forward   ,           fractured  arm  hanging  limp  at  his  side   ,         the  other  holding  stolen  phone  up  to  bloodied  features.          it’s  better  than  he  leaves  town  now   ,          given  that  the  camaro  is  evidence  that  he’s  near:       ashton  emerson   ,           the  boy  wanted  for  arson.          but  he  has  nothing  else.        she’s  the  only  one  he  can  even  think  to  turn  to.

                                                                       ‘       i  need  you.         please.        ’

it’s  now  that  he  begins  rushing  his  words   ,          tumbling  from  split  lips  in  a  panic   ,           breath  already  quickening.          ‘       i  don’t  have ––––       my  car ––––         i  crashed  it.       i  crashed  my  car.         –––– my  brother’s  car.      i    .  .  .        it’s  gone.         ’          there’s  a  break  only  for  a  gasp  of  air   ,          nearing  a  sob.          ‘         he  told  me  to  take  care  of  it   ,          brooke.        he  told  me  and  i ––––           god   ,         it’s  gone.       ’

@leftoverfear​

[lethalove-blog1]

‘       hey ––––          sorry  i  took  so  long.      i   .  .  .     couldn’t  decide  what  to  wear.       ’        her  apparent  decision:       short  everything.       of  course,       it  wasn’t  the  outfit  that  held  her  up  for  so  long;        she’s  been  in  a  battle  with  herself  all  day,       trying  to  make  up  excuse  after  excuse  for  the  previous  night,       only  to  come  up  with  nothing.        ‘        has  anyone  bothered  you  yet?       ’      /       @leftoverfear  

[arsnist]

‘        i  feel  like  i’m  losing  brain  cells  right  now.              you  have  to  go  to  school  with  these  people?              really?        ’        /         @leftoverfear