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“We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream.” ( Chris )
Juliette looked taken aback at the words, but they resonated true. She looked down at her hands as if she’d find the answers in her palms, before she murmued as if to both herself and Chris: “And what do you dream yourself to be?”
↑ ( Jace)
Ivy raised an eyebrow as Jace lifted her up. “I promise I’m alright, I just tripped. There’s no harm done, I’m not even bleeding! Just because we’re not in Hell doesn’t mean I won’t be okay.”
@ofhellboundheir
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slide a drink towards my muse
Ivy smiled and downed the drink, nodding at the redhead in thanks. She motioned for the other girl to slide down closer to her, “You know, you’re welcome to just come over here and have a conversation if you’d like.”
@ofviolentdelight
“Do you need me to kill someone?” ( Jace )
Ivy laughed, wrapping an arm around her adoptive father in a gentle hug. “I promise if I need you to kill anyone, which is doubtful, I wouldn’t hesitate to ask. But, in the meantime, I think I’ll pass.”
@ofhellboundheir
‘ yeah, i’m just gonna… get some fucking holy water. ’ ( Jace )
He couldn’t help the laugh which left his lips. “You’re not serious?” he chuckled, completely unaware of whom he was speaking to. “Vampires don’t get hurt by holy water, that’s a myth.” @ofhellboundheir
“ IT’S... ” a pause, dark brows furrow and scrutinize the open gash. the liquor in her system roared --- too much rum, she had drank too much rum. but she fought through this familiar haze often. it would be up to the princess to be the judge of how she’s doing. “ okay, it’s as bad as it looks. ” she finally admits. distantly amalia taste the liquor coating her tongue and the faint taste of pinapple and coconut ... dark gaze flickers up to the attention of the brilliant red hair. it was moving with the ocean breeze, almost like the flames of a fire. the spaniard huffs and blood leaks and trickles past a darkly drawn tattoo ( her skin is painted in ink ) “ can i borrow your shirt? ” she manages, knowing her poor excuse of a sports bra would do little effect against the gash. fia’s however ... “ i’m trying to get you shirtless. ” its a tease --- pearly whites against tanned skin arise as she grins, a soft chuckle following, before backside presses into the nearest wall to steady herself. * @ofviolentdelight
