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past af.
“Now why does it fail to surprise me that you haven’t heard of one of Earth’s finest delicacies?” @daenwinchestr (continued from here)
"you can't be here now" MELISSA IDK
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“I know. I know I shouldn’t be. But Mrs. McCall I -” Isaac glanced over her shoulder, into the room behind. Scott was in there, sick out of his mind with a supernatural virus. Isaac needed to be with him, to comfort him, to take his pain away. And not just because it was his duty as a beta. “I think he needs me. I know it’s risky, but I -” I love your son.
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“Is that a serious offer? Because I won’t pass it up.” Hanna allowed herself to be tugged towards Rose with a grin on her face, spare hand thrown out to resemble a shrugging expression. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d showered with a girl, but she wasn’t sure on their boundaries. At least her best friend had accepted the initial compliment, because Hanna had wholeheartedly meant it. No wonder people gawked at Rose as she walked past, she was currently sweating from head to toe and she was still a knock out. @rosemarieh ; continued from here.
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Kol didn’t tend to use his vampire speed in the Nut, there wasn’t much reason to do so indoors, but he was certainly using it now. Whilst he knew the images Wanda had inflicted into his mind were false, something drawn from his own nightmares and not from reality, he still felt a need to reassure himself that Finnick hadn’t been harmed. And he needed the comfort, although he was certain not to admit that.
Seeing Finn die was one thing, his greatest fear manifested into visual imagery, but seeing it happen at his own hand was another. He felt guilty for a crime he hadn’t, and would never commit. And that was a rare emotion for him, one which proved to make him feel ridiculously uncomfortable. He couldn’t shake the picture from his mind, his own bloodied hands. He ultimately needed to distract himself, perhaps plot some form of revenge, even if he did need the little witch on his side.
He found himself outside Finnick’s door, knocking twice, waiting for the blonde to answer. Usually he’d walk in unannounced, but his emotions were distracting him from acting normally. @finnnodair
“Hi. I’m Tate. I died. Wanna’ hook up?”
“I know, I know. I always talk about how much I detest bloodbags. And that’s quite true, but I’m on my best behaviour.”