#niosglayne

[ophelicjames]

🌠 , ❄️

my character:

rabbit heart (raise it up) florence + the machine

your character:

spectacular rival george ezra

[ashtonfinryder]

📱📱

[text]: didu eatt everythgin agn.[text]: asstor pls, we just bought groceries. can we nt sue the whole chicken that fast.[text]: ooh nvm i founff the chick. it’s a lll butnr[text]: thhres smoe somke too, oh god. cme home suun pls

[ashtonfinryder]

❂

ask meme | ❂ = wiping blood off their face

Ashton dropped down and sat on the ground after getting off the phone with Astor. He propped his elbows on his knees, looking left and right at the mangled bodies that laid out open on the street. What a mess.. And all he ever wanted to do after his shift was to fucking sleep. Even with the warm, alcoholic blood now running through him, he still hurt, his ribs still cracked and lungs bruised and he was tired. It didn’t take very long for him to find Ashton, already sensing the vampire from a mile away. As he felt Astor’s presence stand right him front of him, his head dropped down and he didn’t want to look up at his friend at first. The voice was soft, almost calm but was somewhat terrifying when he asked.

“Who?”

“Doesn’t matter, let’s ju-”

“Who.”

Ashton hesitated, wanting to try and just ignore the question but you could almost feel the rage radiating out of him, no point trying to steer clear of that. And he finally looked up, bringing he tired gaze to meet his. “…Marlowe.” He didn’t want to have any discussion about what happened or whose fault it was right now, he just wanted to clean this up and sleep. Astor knelt down in front of him, a hand brought up to his face and carefully wiping of the blood that he hadn’t even realised was on all over his face. Astor’s expression seem to soften with empathy, “Let’s clean this mess up and go to bed.” Ashton simply nodded, voice cracked as he pushed himself up onto his unsteady feet, “..Yeah.”

[ashtonfinryder]

[text] There is an alarming amount of glitter in my… everywhere

[text] pls tell me not in my apartment[text] ASTOR I S2G

[ashtonfinryder]

[text] Do you have a spare mankini I can borrow?

[text] god, no. what the hell is a mankini??[text] do i want to know why.

[ashtonfinryder]

[text] Too lazy to booty call, so have this text instead

[text] wow ok. you are lit on my couch.[text] i’m in the kitchen.[text] how lazy are you.

[ophelicjames]

➜ Play with mine’s hair

( play with their hair )

there was never much conversation between the two of them, which was fine with her. the company was good enough for her. all she needed was the presence of another person in the room, verifying that she was okay. that nothing was going to change. they sat on the same sofa, heads bent in the same fastidious manner, and she kept twirling a loose strand of hair around her finger until she dropped the hand to turn the page. she reached back for the strand, only to find that it had been tucked behind her ear, no longer a distraction.

[oxtsider]

@niosglayne

      she scraped her fingers through thick, tangled hair, pulling a face at the disgust that welled deep in her core. her dress was a ruin --- ripped, blood-stained; the lace and boning in utter shambles --- hanging limply off her shoulders to reveal an equally desolated chemise. A MESS, that’s what she was, especially with red smeared across her lips and cheeks, scratches down her arms that stung as they began to heal. 

      she hadn’t realized war would be so . . . messy. 

      but she stood before astor’s door despite the image she presented. margaret didn’t trust many in the coven, but she’d heard his name over and over again on the lips of her parents. the cleaner, they called him. margaret supposed if anyone could stitch her back together, fix this mess she’d stumbled into, it would be him. 

      her knuckles rapped against the tall wooden doors, and she stood back in the hall, glancing towards the open window to spot the moon heavy in the sky. she should’ve known tonight wouldn’t be  ( if only to distract herself from the hot, hot blood coursing through her veins like molten gold, blood she licked from her lips even now. war was messy but it made her hungry. ) when the door opened, she turned her eyes up to his. 

      “ . . . may i come in?”