#much needed talk

[pathofhighday]

Her voice croons sweetly, but drips with hidden venom. Claws reach out from a blackened void, several grasping, skeletal claws... her face leers into view, a death’s mask pushing through oily dark...

Gasping breaths, and hiss rattles...

“Traitor child of mine.“

Khan bolts up, kicking blankets off of him and scrambling to frantically turn on a light. Finding the switch hiding on the wall, he flips it upward. An electrical hum accompanies the light that shines through.

The room he was lent in Andrey’s Loft is sparse, and hardly lived in. The only evidence of Khan’s existence in this space were just... the rough drawn town maps for hunting the Caravan, and the blankets that were now abandoned on the floor.

Groaning at the sudden start, he falls back onto the pillows a moment to allow his heart to lower itself back to it’s proper place in his chest. When it settles, he blinks and turns his head to the window.

It’s very dark out- he must have been out for quite a few hours. He wondered if Notkin was still around. But that wasn’t what took priority to him at the moment.

Swinging his legs over the bed, he rises and grabs his eyepatch from the side table, disguising the gaping hole in his head as a courtesy to those he was around. He washes his hands and draws fingers through his hair, forcing it to be even and neat.

He steps out of his room and sweeps his head to scan the hallway. Listening around, he hears Gray, most assuredly- some other Dogheads, some Souls that managed to get in... Notkin must be here too-

Focus. You wanted to talk to Stamatin.

He marches down the hall to Andrey’s room, and raps his fingers against the door.

“Mr. Stamatin- Andrey,” he corrects himself, “Are you here? Can I talk to you?“

Khan shoves his hands in his pockets and waits for a response. 

@bonefoundation

[beautifulbrokenheart]

there’s something about having a best friend who cares, loves, and supports your dreams that makes everything better.

[wendyy-b-gone]

finally found the best friend I've needed, she was here all along..

[haileyturnwood]

Much needed talk // Hailey & Emilia

Hailey had to admit; it was hard leaving their bedroom when Finn was in there. They were quite obviously in their honeymoon phase, and it looked like that was going to last for a little while still. But despite the fact that she wanted to share every single minute with Finn right now, Hailey still really wanted to have a proper talk with Emilia. She wasn't exactly sure about what, but she was going to avoid the whole dead-brother topic as much as possible. Not because she didn't care, but because Hailey was too familiar with finding a relative dead at a party. Also, she figured enough people kept talking about it to Emilia anyway. She'd rather be that person who would help her just forget for a little while. And she believed it was possible; to just talk about other things. Happy things. Though she was yet to find out if there even were any 'happy things' currently in Emilia's life.

Straightening her t-shirt, Hailey carefully opened Emilia's bedroom door and smiled when she spotted the blonde. "Hey."

[rainydaysandoceanwaves]

A little bit of happiness: day two hundred and seventy-one

Catching up with my mama. 

[ask-theselfishsalvatore2-blog]

Much Needed Talk || Jaxlett

Turning over in his bed he looked up at the alarm clock that sat on the night stand to the right of his bed; rolling his eyes when he'd seen it was actually 8:30 at night. It'd been an exhausting week for Jackson with everything that had seemed to happen all within the course of just 7 days. He and Mabel had become  best friends almost over night, he'd met Nell and had begun to form a special bond with her and of course there was Scarlett; the girl he'd slept with on the first day of camp that he'd actually begun to like until this weeks events had happened. Laying there quietly he'd began to run his mind over everything that had happened between himself and Scarlett since they'd met on the first day of camp. They'd had sex together after only merely hours of knowing each other on the first day; and he'd seen the connection that was clearly between them even then. But since that afternoon everything had seemed to change. Any time Scarlett seemed to be around him she seemed furious with him, to the point that she'd actually said some fairly cruel things.

He'd hated seeing her so angry but what exactly was he supposed to do? He had no idea what he'd even done wrong to make her so angry; all he knew was that any time she'd seen him talking to one of the other girls at camp she seemed to become angrier and angrier. "Whatever.." Jackson let the word out in a sigh as he spoke to himself before turning to lay on his back, now facing the ceiling. His eyes closed as he laid there, trying to shut his mind off from all the drama of the week. He'd begun to fall asleep when he heard the sound of his bedroom door opening, then closing and the click of the lock being turned just after it closed. Normally he'd have looked to see who the entrant was but he'd figured it was just Adam coming to get something from his room so he remained still. It had only seemed like seconds since he'd heard the click of the door's lock before been startled awake by the immense sting of the hardest slap he'd ever felt across his face. His eyes finally shot open to see who it'd been that hit him to see Scarlett standing by the side of his bed; more furious than he'd ever seen her before. Jackson could barely react before a second slap had struck his face, this one feeling like it'd been even harder than the first. Putting his hands up to finally protect his face he spoke in a loud tone. "What the hell Scarlett..! Why are you hitting me!"