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“What is wrong with you?”

All the violence makes a statement [Accepting]@marronite got 8.  Your muse garrottes mine with wire

  Panic as he felt something wrap tightly around his neck. It wasn’t like he planned on hurting Max. Still, he hadn’t given her many reasons to trust him. His hands snapped up to the wire she was using to choke him. It felt like it was cutting into his throat. Blood actually getting on his hands. 

  He tried to speak, but no words would come out. He tried to pry the wire off with his fingers, but she was pulling too tight. His face felt so fucking hot, his vision was blurry, his throat was bleeding.. His legs buckled underneath him and the room started to spin. His chest ached... Was she going to kill him? He fell down, only the wire holding him up now, which made it hurt even more. 

He tried to beg, but couldn’t. Tears were spilling from his eyes from the mere struggle to breathe. He could feel the world slipping away from him. His hands fell to his sides, his arms felt numb. He tried to breathe a few more times before the blackness swallowed him. 

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      "You didn't answer my QUESTION Max."

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CONTINUED FROM // X

❛ -- I guess it was that obvious? ❜

The blue haired wonder chuckled at her comment, it was somehow humorous yet she knew Max was being serious. The rebellious punk noticed a certain trait that Max had -- when it came to truth, she wasn’t so blunt about it. But instead she WOULD make it playful, almost seems like to avoid an awkward situation.

This was the main reason WHY she was chuckling. She turned her head after exhaling the thick smoke from her lips, curling her lips into a genuine smile. She noticed the affection Max was giving her, && despite how cute she found it to be, for once she could say those three words and truly mean it. 

                                                                                                ❛ -- You are MY angel, Max Caulfield. ❜

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You’re great.

Well now at least I have something in common with Frosted Flakes.

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“ be honest ”

       ❛ – I’m in LOVE with you. ❜

Was it too much, was she too blunt to admit it? Perhaps. The blue haired wonder didn’t hesitate, neither was she afraid of rejection. After all, there was nothing else to lose. Of course this was the best week of her life, and it is all thanks to Max. The corner of her lips curved into a smile, easily brushing off those MEANINGFUL words in a casual shrug. She nudged the other in a playful manner, & her lips wrapped around a cancer stick as she took a deep inhale.

Letting the TOXIC smoke rest in her lungs, she tilted her head back, parting her lips as she exhaled the thick smoke into the air. & as she peered her eyes open she captured the starry night sky, a soft hum passing her lips as she watched the thick smoke fade away into the wind. 

                                                                                                ❛ – I love you, Max Caulfield. ❜

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-Slips Url softly with some tea-

[ ♛ ] SEND ME A URL AND I’LL TELL YOU THE FOLLOWING; [Accepting]@marronite

my opinion on;

character in general: Max is love... Max is life. I love this child. how they play them: I don’t think we’ve had a thread, but we totally should! I think they really get max, and she is super hard to roleplay. I have tried. A+the mun: we don’t really know each other. 

do i;

follow them: yesrp with them: not reallywant to rp with them: hell yesship their character with mine: maybe idk? I think it could be interesting with caulscott, but I ship pretty much with partners that our writing bounces off of each other well so idk. Not yet. 

what is my;

overall opinion: great max, glad I followed. 

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

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Victoria set down her bag on the sink, going into her usual early morning routine. Her hair was was dripping still. It was a rare look at the Queen,  vulnerable in the morning without her designer attire, styled hair, and luxury make-up on. Her blonde hair was straight instead of brushed over in it’s usual pixie-light fashion. It was a strange look, but not unattractive. Her bangs almost covered her eyes and the rest of it clung to her skin in wet, straight strands. She stared almost blankly into the mirror, disturbed only by the opening of the bathroom door. “Caulfield?”