#p:caden

[jamesamael-archive]

“Dammit why did they have to kill the pretty boy? I really liked the nice pretty boy.”

Meme: Things I’ve Said While Watching Teen Wolf Starters

Jame couldn’t help but snort. He eyed his new companion with interest, staring from him to the group of burly men who were running away after beating another young man supposedly dead. Jame had rushed outside to the back alley from a bar he’d been in, hadn’t seen the man he’d just met follow him, but who was he to complain? A part of him had hoped to save the poor thing, but the other was profoundly amused. “Well, I tried. Maybe the pretty boy isn’t dead yet?”

 In fact, he was sure he could hear a heart hanging on for dear life. Smirking slightly, Jame walked over to the admittedly handsome man (blood and broken bones pushed aside) and knelt besides him, lying his hand on his chest. “He’s still breathing. Barely. Don’t suppose you want to perform CPR?” he teased.

[lucifers-hell-blog]

Drowning In Pretences II Caden and Esme

She was there again; transported back to the school, that day so early in the year. She sat in the middle of the cafeteria knowing exactly what was about to happen but not doing anything about it. The firecracker sound echoed through the building and it was like she was frozen. The doors swung open and in stormed the hooded figure, gun already pointed towards her. And still Esme sat still, letting the man approach her. She knew this scene, she had seen it hundreds or times whenever she let unconsciousness claim her mind. Something was different this time and although she couldn't see it yet she could feel it brewing. Nicholas had stopped in his tracks and there was no more screaming. It was then that she saw it; Caden running across the room to stand in front of her, shielding the bullet. She frowned, glancing down to the spot on the floor where Josh should have been laying and ready to shoot Nicholas through the shoulder but the space was empty. The sound of a gunshot still rang throughout the room and suddenly Caden fell to the floor. Esme could feel the scream ripping through her vocal chords just when the gun went off again and-

But when she woke up she was still screaming. Drenched in sweat and swimming in the sheets of her bed she sat bolt upright. Her breathing was heavy and she could feel hot tears on her cheeks. She clutched at her chest, her stomach, everywhere there was raging fire in her bones. "Caden?" She whispered out into the darkness but of course he wasn't there. After a few minutes of letting her heart calm down Esme slipped out of her bed. She silently stepped out into the hallway and stuck to the walls whilst she made her way to Caden's room. She knew it was irrational, not to mention against the rules, but a part of her mind was still in that dream and she had to make sure that he was alive. Esme found his room easily and slowly opened the door, breathing a sigh of relief when she saw the dark hair of the boy who had so easily stolen her heart. That was it, she had promised herself. She was only going to check that he was alive and now that she knew he was alive and well she had to leave. And yet there was something that stopped her; something that kept her glued to the spot and watching the rise and fall of his chest as he slept. It took her longer than she would have liked but once she finally plucked up the courage to go back to her own room she turned back to the door. Esme rubbed at her eyes, her heart still beating a hundred miles an hour and her skin still damp with sweat. Shuffling over to the door in the dark Esme forgot all about the chest of drawers and soon there was white hot pain searing through her foot when she stubbed her toe on the corner, a muttered, "fuck," falling from her lips.

[lucifers-hell-blog]

The First Attack II Esme +

She had known that going out by herself at this time of the day was a bad idea but Esme was just so damn hungry that she had to go get something. After pulling her sleeves down over  her striped arms and wrapping the limbs around herself she ventured out into the hallway by herself. She had made it half way, and for that she was proud, until some kid had sprinted past her, knocking into her a little, and slammed the door behind them. The next time Esme blinked she was right there in the think of it. Nicholas was coming for her, she knew that, and she quickly pressed herself up against the wall. "No," she whispered, closing her eyes and pressing her palms to her ears. That didn't help, the sound of gun shots and feet thundering down hallways still filled her head. "Go left. Go right. Sit tight for now. Or move. Don't move. It's all in hand. Make a call on the phone. Stay calm- no shout! Stay calm. Shout! Come back. I think we should leave but not through the gym. This stairwell closed. This stairwell blocked. Keep cool. Keep your head." 

Esme's eyes flew open although she couldn't see the world before her as she struggled to catch her breath, words still pouring from her tongue. "For God's sake man this telephone's dead. Get low to the floor. Who bolted the door? Try the key, try the code. Hit nine one one. Come away from the glass. Keep back from the window. He's going upstairs, right? Go down. Go south. That exit locked. That hallway blocked. The lights go out. Come on. Go out. A fire alarm drones. Hit nine one one. Call home. Call home. Come here and see, we made the news. Try CNN. Try ABC. They say it's a student. There's a fire. So bung it with something to stop the smoke. Or we choke. Use a skirt, use a shirt. Rescue services now on their way. What with. With what- a magic carpet? A thousand foot rope? Stand back from the door. They're saying it's a teacher. Don't break the glass. Don't fan the flames. Go up. Go north. Get out on the roof. No way. Call home."

[lexis-n]

All In Pictures|| Alexis & Caden

Alexis stood in her room just thinking about her conversation with Caden.

No, you're not suppose to show any soft side to people. Especially not your pictures. 

She grimaced at the small voice in her head. She's fighting a battle emotionally against herself. The last time she shared her thoughts was to a counselor and she ended up in a mental hospital for that. Not exactly a very pleasant or expected journey she had back then.

"Things are different now." she mumbled to herself reassuringly, "hopefully." Alexis trusted Caden, and she feels bad for somehow using her like how she'd always treated her other 'friends'. She sighed as she grabbed her camera from the dressing table and stuffed it into her bag. Taking a quick peak at the mirror, she tied her hair into a side braid before heading out of the dorm. She brisk walked to Starbucks, Alexis hates people, she hates passerbys and she hates making eye contact. 

The door bell tingled as they hit against each other as Alexis pushed open the glass door. She quickly found a table by the window and sat there cross-legged as she waits for her brunette friend.

[alaskascottxo]

Begin Again → Calaska

Once the automated sprinklers within the garden had finished their final spray for the evening, Alaska was quick to claim the place for herself, laying down within the newly dampened grass -- the slight wetness covering the back of her body was not only helping to cool her down a little but somewhat reminding her of home, of all the times she'd ran into the garden after a rainfall and simply laid and watched the sky, her younger and youthful self addicted to the smell of the air after rain, and making pictures out of clouds. And oh God, what Alaska would give to go back to that time in her life. There was nothing she would not do to be given the chance to reverse time, to fix her mistakes, to prevent her life from ending up the way it was today. But she knew many, at one point or another, had most likely felt that way also; and just like everyone else, there was no way for her to go back. All she had was now. The only way for Alaska to begin to pull herself out of the black hole she'd fallen into at some point which she couldn't really remember was to start fixing what was broken today, not dwell on the things she couldn't change from yesterday. But yet it seemed every time she came close to doing so, something else would jump out at her, and push her right back down. So for now, the girl was done with trying.

Instead Alaska decided she would spend her nights with whichever bottle of alcohol she could find, and make pictures out of the stars that were scattered over the blanket of darkness that covered her until she was drunk enough that the negative things faded away and then proceed to spend her days counting down the hours until she could repeat the nights. It was much better therapy than the alternative she had once stuck to. Alaska wasn't sure how long she'd been laying there, eyes fixated on the beauty of the stars above her, one hand gripping a, surprisingly, unopened bottle of Vodka and the other hand pulling strands of grass from the soil when she heard footsteps approaching her. Maybe someone had come to join her, maybe someone was simply passing through, either way Alaska made no effort to find out. 

[frckindiana]

Cuddles & Movies ♒ Caden & Indiana

Indiana was having a bad day, all the memories and the realizations were crashing over her like giant waves. She just wanted to lay in her bed all day. After opening up to Caden - which was surprisingly easy - she'd invited him to cuddle. Nothing romantic, it was just what she needed at the moment. Standing up from her bed, she threw on an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of shorts before letting her long wavy hair fall over her shoulders.

She sat back down on the edge of her bed, pulling the covers neatly back onto the bed and fixing her pillows. She figured he wouldn't be there any time soon so she quickly went to the bathroom. She hadn't even brushed her teeth yet. "Gross, Indie.." She scolded herself aloud before continuing to brush her teeth. Once she was done, she turned off the light and collapsed back onto the bed, pulling her pillow under her head while she waited for Caden to show up.

[alaskascottxo]

Before The Worst | Alaska & Caden

As Alaska came to the end of her third bottle of alcohol she was sure the room had started to spin. Or maybe she was the one spinning. Either way, Alaska felt the dizziness over take her; it wouldn't be long before her legs gave-away beneath her and she knew was in need of some sort of support. Hands fumbling for the first surface they could find in order to keep her balance, the girl clamped her eyes shut in a hope it would stop everything from twirling and sucked in a couple of deep breathes. Alaska hadn't been planning on getting drunk, in fact she didn't even know how it happened - one moment she had been sitting in her room, exhausted from her emotionally draining talk with Travis's dad, and the next she was stumbling out of her room in search for more of the poisonous stuff that would ensure she stayed wasted. The tiniest part of Alaska felt ashamed of herself, disappointed even. When it came to cutting down on alcoholic beverages, she'd been doing overly well. But the past few days had been different; she craved the stuff more and more. She constantly found herself pouring Vodka into whatever she drunk, no matter the time of the day, trying to hide the fact that she was slipping back into the person she use to be before The Exchange from both herself, and everyone around her. 

"Oh, I'm so wasted." Alaska informed herself, pushing her body weight off the counter top and out into the garden. The crisp evening air served Alaska exactly how she had been hoping it would, the cold helping to clear her clouded brain. In the distance, on the ground, a figure came into view, and for just a moment excitement brushed over the drunken brunette, her blurred vision leading her to believe it was Hunter's frame laying on the ground until she moved in closer. When her mind finally caught up with her vision, Alaska felt a dark anger in the pit of her stomach. But surprisingly, it wasn't the type of anger that made her want to scream and shout and hit the boy. It was more of a sad kind of resentment that made her want to cry and shout instead, to push at him over and over until he fell back into a time before their argument had happened, to force him to undo what he had done to them. Without even noticing it, Alaska's legs had guided her straight to Caden's side, hands clenched at her side. "Why?" Her voice came out weak at first, defeated almost. But the liquour running through her blood stream urged Alaska to be brave, to be stronger. "Why did you do it? Why did you turn into this, why did you turn against me? Why did you stop being the person I need?"

[misshazel-kennedy]

Exploring Verona || Caden and Hazel

Verona had been a breath of fresh air for Hazel. New faces, buildings that held countless stories behind their walls, and landscapes that seemed to stretch on until they touched the horizon. Maybe most importantly, it held no reminder of New York, or anything that she'd left behind there. For once she felt like she actually belonged, at home in the narrow streets and the people who seemed to have all the time in the world and there wasn't a day that had gone by that she wasn't out exploring. Even when she'd just arrived, jet lagged and in desperate need of sleep, she'd refused to hole herself up in bed, instead strolling through the city at night, her mind immediately filling with countless ideas and her pen scratching furiously across paper. 

Part of her didn't want the company, she was better off alone, where she could skip off and do what she wanted or sit down and just write if she felt like it. But she'd promised herself to be open to new things, and besides, people were a constant source of fresh insights, and Caden seemed remarkably different from her. So maybe she'd find a new perspective to write from. And so she waited by the entrance of the inn, water bottle, notebook, and pen tucked away in a small handbag that swung lightly by her side. No real plans as to what she'd do or what she'd show him, but certain that she was up to the challenge of finding something interesting regardless.