#legacybait

[bloodcrave]

@legacybait​

      THERE WAS LAUGHTER ON HER LIPS, something almost devious rather than humored.  far from sinister but not the sort of noise one would be pleased to hear regarded towards them.  it was followed by lips curling into COY smile, the blue depths of alina’s gaze firmly holding upon the other girl.  she couldn’t help but feel the tension boiling down deep below the surface of her companion.  an agony of terror, of torment, of blood and murder.  whilst not seeking to c a u s e trouble, the demon still couldn’t resist a bit of draw to it.  chaos was something of a past time for her; though she could tell the real show had been missed.

                  “...you’re on the run from something, aren’t you?”  near whispered statement, the question more rhetorical than genuine.  head canted enough to send blonde locks tickling across her features.  “or is... run too strong a word?  you’re trying to leave something behind...”

          within the tired out convenience store along a stretch of highway, there wasn’t much else to observe than the strangers of interest.  everyone on the road had a story, and the emptiness outside was no place a person would wish to be unless they h a d to pass through.  evening was drawing in, the flickering of daylight fading.  “pardon my cryptic greeting, i’m a bit of a wanderer.  i’ve seen it before.”

[thornyhearts]

@legacybait​ asked: “ Never known you to have a soft heart. ” @ billy!

he lifted his gaze from the jack that he was using to lift sam's car to her, a light scowl on his features. "i've got layers. it's not necessarily all mental illness and murdering people, you know." was he joking? it was hard to tell. he let the car back down, the new tire now firmly in place. “besides, i don’t exactly think that changing your tire exactly equals a soft heart.”

[hyckss]

❛  Here ,  hold  my  hand.  ❜  /  @legacybait​​

october  31st  2009  ,  6:30 pm

❛  i  look  silly!  ❜  wes  yells  ,  small  form  encased  in  a  pumpkin  costume  that  was  a  size  too  big  for  him.  a  whimper  is  made  as  he  takes  his  babysitters  hand  ,   little  legs  struggling  to  step  onto  the  curb.

❛  i  told  mommy  i  wanted  to  be  spiderman  .  .  .  or  a  cowboy  like  woody  from  toy  story.  not  a  -  ❜  body  flails  as  he  tries  to  walk  ,  kicking  a  foot.  ❛  -  pumpkin!  .  .  .  the  kids  laughed  at  me  at  school  today  for  costume  day.  ❜  he  says  with  a  frown  as  his  head  falls  for  a  second  ,  almost  getting  swallowed  by  the  head  hole  of  his  costume  but  raises  his  gaze  a  second  later  to  look  back  at  her.  ❛  do  you  think  i  look  silly  ,  sam?  ❜

[sixbillicnsouls]

 ( ❛ ╾   @legacybait​ said: ‘     it’s only denial if you’re wrong.     ‘   @  paulette! )

           Paulette wouldn’t dare say it out loud for the girl’s sake but that sounded like something Billy would say. “And it’s defense if you’re right I suppose.” The older woman remarked as she looked at her. “Denial can only get you so far y’know, sooner or later the music has to be faced.” She was wary of what Samantha was getting at.

[mmm-corn-syrup]

   The man turned the lights off in the butcher shop and set the alarm. He turned the sign to closed and started locking up. Turning to head to his truck, he stopped, a small gasp leaving his lips. “Jesus...” He said bending down to pick up his keys which he’s dropped. “What are you doing out here?” He asked the young woman, who looked more freaked out than him. Billy currently lived in the smallest town in Massachusetts, going by the name Willy “Woody” Woodsen. He’d made a life for himself here and had been pretty lucky over the years. He looked at the girl. She looked familiar. “Do I know you?” He asked. Then his stomach twisted into a knot when he realized where he’s seen her. TV. She’d been a victim of the most recent attacks.

   “It’s late. Not safe around here. You shouldn’t be out...” He said putting his head down and making his way to his truck. Why was she here? He didn’t wanna know. It couldn’t be a coincidence. “Go home kid.” He sighed.

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[killedspree]

@legacybait​ said :  ‘ it’s you. ’ 𝐑𝐏 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄:   ONE THROUGH FOUR.

“ IT IS ME , “ his words caught up with him FOR A MOMENT, dark eyes narrowing. arms crossing over himself, closing himself off. 

         “depending on who you THINK i am?”

[popularmxnster]

@legacybait asked for adult!Billy

"You cant tell me you want to get to know me, yet not even give me a fucking inch. This is as hard for me as it is you, Sam. Fuck im not even capable of being father but im fucking trying. Cut me some slack."

[distantsuns]

@legacybait​

               ❝ So, tell me all the things you would CHANGE. ❞