#queenwolf

[pyshcic]

 “  the world at large tends not to take their pleasure very seriously, which, if you're asking me –– is an absolute tragedy. ”     a bounce to her step, a lilt to her tongue, as she delicately approaches the rack nearest the window display, taking hold and present to allison a beautiful, jet black blazer, with diamond detailing along the lapel.  “  all to say if you mention work one more time while i'm trying to dress you, i'm going to tear into your throat in front of all these poor, innocent bystanders. ”  with a careless flick of her wrist the blazer is returned to its place on the rack, a grimace accompanying the action.  “  something less stuffy. hold, please! ”  + @queenwolf

[saintvampe]

—   𝐌.   |  IT IS STRANGE TO ALLOW SOMEONE INTO YOUR HOME, after all these years of loneness.   she is unused to the presence of another body that clutters up her corners, the act of, in some ways, creating a home for someone else. she has offered a safety, and that safety has, in some ways, been accepted. the woman finds herself at an impasse, unwanted and unsure. the other woman sits at her table, her table, hands full of a meal just made: a turkey's leg, stolen and smothered, collard greens in stew, golden honeyed cornbread. You're a hearty one to feed, Eve had said a week before. You might eat me out of my season's harvest. today, the affection in her voice is distilled between her syllables, the words in her mouth hard and jagged as rocks. she sits opposite of her visitor with her own glass of ( also stolen, ) whiskey; it is raised to her mouth and she drinks quick, the liquid burning against her throat. ❝ haven't told me why you're back here. i don't do kindly with secrets, not here. ❞ a loose threat against her tongue. another sip of bitter drink. she watches the woman eat her food, at her table. a creeping of dread courses up her shoulders and spine.

the woman [ @queenwolf ] takes her time with answering, eve would expect nothing less. despite her annoyance, she lets the woman turn the words on her tongue. and then –– “ i don’t know what to do... ” says she, at a stranger's table, eating a stranger's food. Eve bristles. Eve takes a deep swig of whiskey.

❝ what do you mean ? ❞ at the back of her neck, a transformation threatens this lining of peace. despite her steadiness, the slight haziness of alcohol begins to itch behind her eyes, teeth fighting to sharpen against the curling of her mouth. the woman stands from the table with her glass, takes a step backwards. ❝ don't bring me any of yourself. i do not want to see it. keep it outside, your mess, unless you are paying me for helping you. ❞

[wolpha]

☾  @queenwolf​  //    the  moon  looks  dim  in  the  sky  tonight.    her  mother  walks  these  woods  and  shines  far  brighter,    glimpsed  between  the  treeline  as  some  kind  of  shooting  star  –  out  of  reach,    but  promising  nonetheless.    it  should  be  warmer  now,    winter  melting  slowly  but  surely  into  spring,    and  yet  darkness  snuffs  out  that  changing  season  threateningly.    how  could  heat  thrive  in  such  conditions?

scott’s  collecting  her  arrows,    tearing  one  from  a  tree,    when  she  materializes  beside  him.    she  retrieves  the  point  left  behind  in  the  bark  and  turns  it  in  her  hand.    ❝    i  shouldn’t  have  missed,    ❞  she  scolds  herself,    a  hush  under  her  breath  that  he  picks  up  easily.    she  means,    they  weren’t  chasing  anything  unordinary.    scott  glances  over  his  shoulder  where  the  human  predators  had  vanished  into  the  night  and  says  lightly,    ❝    you  didn’t  miss.    they  were  just  warning  shots.    ❞

[wonedeus]

—   <3.    |             ❝   𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫, ❞       the syllables wrapped against her teeth in a not - yet spoken plea,    a steady smile atop her cheeks.      she blames herself,   really,    for this issue:     she had promised a friend that she would pet - sit during her vacation,   and so far it had not gone as panned.     Bette was not very pleased when I told her that Milo had spent a night in Paradisary.    So...    when they both step inside from the chill of night,   after the door had shut and the warmth of indoors greeted them properly,    diana waved a hand towards the staircase   ---   a white cat sits himself gentle against the third stair,   watches them both with a languid eye.        ❝   this is Milo.    [  to the cat,  ]  Milo,   be kind to our guest.   ❞      as she speaks to him,    her voice adopts a stern tone,   as if she were warning a child to behave.    offhandedly:      ❝   he knows that i am not happy with him.   he is ignoring me,  you see.   ❞ 

the cat stretches himself out as if preparing for sleep,   diana crosses her arms.      she looks towards @queenwolf​ and shrugs her shoulders,   turning her head towards the woman.        ❝   anyways,   he will not speak to me.   i do not think he likes me very much to begin with,   or - something - maybe he misses Bette.   but,   i was hoping that perhaps you could help   (  ...  )   or at least keep me company tonight ?   ❞

[worthfulsa2]

“   well,   l. a.   is   quite   different   from   london.   it’s   sunnier.   i   think   i   like   it.   ”    lips   press   into   a   thin   smile,   arms   cross   over   their   chest   as   they   look   across   the   desk   at   @queenwolf​.    “   do   you   teach   here   too?   i’m   still   new,   i   don’t   quite   know   everyone   yet.   ”     SC.

[prophaetia-a]

                                         ˚  ₊  ♡  ‘ @queenwolf​ .

‘    —    ALLISON    !    WHAT A COINCIDENCE  .     TOTALLY a coincidence that i’m coming to your hotel room at seven in the morning and     you’re also coming to your hotel room at seven in the morning  .    ’        not a coincidence  .     lydia likes to call it intuition  .     her smile is cat  -  who  -  caught  -  the  -  canary  ,     but soft  ,     too  .     it feels nice  ,     to be in beacon hills at the same time allison is  .        ‘    fun night    ?    what were you doing   ?     who were you doing    ?    ’

[moonhurts]

“ too bad. you’re part of a family.” hm

allison had always been acidic.  like that citrus tang on the roof of your mouth the morning after a rough night out on new year’s eve.  she burned like salt in an open wound, even in her kindness, uttered truths so raw and unyielding that they often left her victims stripped bare.

this moment was no exception.  isaac was no exception.

he’d been so ready to leave, see.  so ready to write this off as a vacation before he packed up the boxes of his life (two at most) and shipped himself away to some unknown territory in a faraway land.  scott hadn’t protested.  scott never would.  scott let people do whatever they wanted, even at the expense of his own happiness.

allison was no scott.

     ‘ i-- what? ’

it might’ve even been comical, the way his mouth opened and shut like a fish out of water, so jarred by the sudden retort after he’d told her he had no reason to stay.  so succinctly put, yet something he’d never once thought of in that context.  erica and boyd had been family.  camden too, once upon a time.  but allison?  scott?  stiles?

they really thought of him that way?

     ‘ you can’t be serious. ’     though one mere glance at her expression, and the absent uptick of her heartbeat showed she wasn’t lying.  isaac sat down, winded, despite his stationary position.     ‘ you’re serious. wow. ’

eyes sticking to hands like glue, he processed the sentiment slowly before finally looking up at her.  his gaze was open and honest, as if he were a sinking ship, and she alone held the last rope left to pull him to his salvation.

     ‘ since when? ’

- ̗̀  meme: dexter sentences! ̖́ -    ╱     accepting. | @queenwolf

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             stills .    ( 1 / ∞ )           [     …     ]             ft     .     @queenwolf  .