#sacrificialed

[moonhurts]

he’s seen her around campus, dusty old books clutched to her chest as she wanders class to class. although the titles chosen strike a note of whimsy, and although she’s more than a little easy on the eyes, they aren’t the reasons for isaac’s prolonged attention. no, in truth, he hadn’t even spared her a second glance — until by chance, late at night while lurking the campus library, his red-gaze had caught a purple hue, bright and teeming with life in the corner of his peripherals. 

whoever @sacrificialed​​ was, she wasn’t human. that intrigued isaac. that intrigued him enough to slide into the seat her opposite, blue eyes affixed on her reading material.

     ‘ hi. we share a few classes? history and mythology. ’     isaac props his head up on his hand, repressing the urge to reveal his own inhuman status.     ‘ i’m isaac. ’

[queenwooooof]

☾    i could stay a while.

the  pinot  noir  is  imported.    allison’s  never  been  one  to  settle,    certainly  never  on  wine  and  especially  not  on  company.    not  these  days.    that’s  thing  about  growth,    isn’t  it?    you  get  better  taste.    the  wolf  queen  tips  her  glass  with  the  roll  of  her  wrist,    a  slow  and  easy  movement  that  accompanies  a  simpering  smile  from  over  the  rim  of  an  even  slower  and  easier  sip.    jovialty  washes  down  the  red  and  any  worries  that  hoist  her  shoulders  (un)naturally  stiff.

❝    yes,    and  you  should.    ❞  she’d  felt  the  invitation  had  been  implied  all  along;    sometimes,    the  divine  in  her  forgets  that  she  need  be  human  and  understand  the  desire  for  assurance.    it  had  been  this  way  even  before  she’d  known  herself,    that  subtle  self  beneath  her  dying  self.    the  girl  who  craved  independence  before  anything  else.    it  turns  out,    that  was  only  ever  the  moon  in  her.    this  waxing  crescent’d  smirk  softens  @sacrificialed​  though.    ❝    i  didn’t  ask  before.    but  maybe  i  should  have.    will  you?    ❞

[halothief]

another hospital waiting room. another phone call to his emergency contact. another lecture about how disappointing he is, an only-child who could’ve been someone, but instead, wasted away getting punched in the mouth hard enough to need three stitches. never mind the fact that he’d placed himself between billy and a literal child. never mind the parental negligence case stacking up files since he turned eight years old. steve was a disappointment.

oh please. give him a break. 

eyeroll visible from space as he hangs up the receiver, steve twists in place and catches sight of a familiar spring of brown curls by the reception desk. bonnie bennett. it’s been a while since the time they ran in similar circles. a long while. and yet...

     ‘ hey. your grams okay? ’     she’d been sick before, hadn’t she? it’d made finals hard for @sacrificialed​. at least, steve thinks he’s remembering the right person? honestly, he’s been hit in the head so many times these days that it’s hard to know left from right. the migraines are becoming painfully frequent post-life threat. steve holds an icepack to the swell of his lip, hisses when it stings with sensitivity. he’s an open wound in a waiting room, and nobody thinks anything of it.     ‘ haven’t seen you around much. ’

[forbaes-arc]

@sacrificialed​          ♡’d   for   a   red   (   taylor’s   version   )   starter   !

❝         it   feels   like   a   perfect   night   to   dress   up   like   hipsters   and   make   fun   of   our   exes.         ❞