#t3rr0reyes

[silverdax]

Love u boo. Mon ami- my little American War criminal yes you are ❤️❤️❤️😍

alright enough with the gay shit

[separateways]

sends u a meme you rb'd a year a go anyways "Who filled your life with the promise of more?" from Jill :^)

a meme i reblogged a year ago , oh no

two shapes dance around the negative space of a penthouse suite, together & alone on the top floor of a high-rise hotel, a private hideaway draped in opulence to mask the nefarious woman that calls this room her home . the walls are painted a dry shade of white, the furniture is modern & angular, steel countertops shinning bright in the afternoon sun . there would be no sign of life here, no clothes thrown about the floor, no empty bottle of red wine resting in its glacette, no leftovers from overspending on room service dirtying a few plates near the sink, if the false name written on the reservation didn't seek company for the night . always pulling another woman away from the tiring work she drowns herself under, her taste for blood unanswered as she's given a chance to press her lips to the finer things in life .

a deserving pause, a break in motion, peace within chaos, ada thinks, as jill rests on the balcony door & muses on the nature of their arrangement . she hums, head quickly turning at the question, a smile that is as bright as it is somber,

“ what would you like me to say — you ? ” she laughs with all the irony of the lie they both play into, a shared thought, that there is something else to their game . the invitation itself was not a promise, it was a puzzle meant to make the mind of a detective race, code phrases hidden within a poem that spell out a time & a place, the mark of the butterfly on the back of the letter, to signify who desires to be chased . was there something more to it ? more than the chase that now no longer ends in a pointed gun, jill has already seen there's no threat hidden beneath her skin, the burning passion of her anger, so beautiful to nurture once, is a spent flame that gave way to the warmth of desire . there's some loss to it, like a sentence without end, no meaning to it but what they parse together .

“ i always want more, i'm insatiable, you know . even all this doesn't satisfy me . ” her arms reach for the city skyline, & yet, as her dark eyes find they way to jill's, lids half-open, there is a glint flickering within, brightening her signature grin . for now, what she has, what they have, is enough .

[alicemarion]

@t3rr0reyes​:   rough  day  today?

❝    . . .     yeah.    ❞     too  weak  to  even  deny  blake’s  claim,   alice  rolls  over  on  her  side  to  face  him.   a  pair  of  round  half - moon  eyes  peek  out  from  underneath  the  bed  sheets.   the  rest  of  her  expression  is  thrown  into  shadows,   expertly  hidden  to  conceal  her  thoughts  and  feelings.   she  thinks  she  could  be  some  kind  of  crab  or  turtle  like  this.   a  caterpillar  in  a  chrysalis.   retreating  into  oneself  and  coming  back  transformed.   maybe  she  has  become  a  master  of  covering  up  the  winces  with  a  rapid  blink,   and  the  groans  with  a  stifled  cough,   but  alice  knows  deep  down  that  she  can’t  evade  his  mounting  concern.   it’s  a  comforting  worry  to  the  girl,   and  she  turns  over  the  familiar  crease  of  his  brow  like  a  stone  in  the  palm  of  her  hand.

she  breathes  out  a  distant  sigh:   the  wistful  smile  she  wears  makes  her  seem  like  a  frail  old  woman  for  all  of  a  second  before  she  returns  to  being  a  sickly  young  girl.

so  as  not  to  alarm  him,   one  of  her  spindly  limbs  reaches  outward  from  the  cocoon  of  her  covers,   grasping  for  his  hand.     ❝    i’m  not  gonna  die  if  you  leave  for  a  second,   blake.   i  need  more  sleep.   thanks  for  checking  on  me.    ❞