he chuckles and shakes his head lightly, as he realizes that he might have stepped out of line. ‘ i don’t ... think that’s a good idea. ’ / @thebansheeofthepack cont.
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he chuckles and shakes his head lightly, as he realizes that he might have stepped out of line. ‘ i don’t ... think that’s a good idea. ’ / @thebansheeofthepack cont.
@thebansheeofthepack liked this for a lyric starter call
“We are the fire, we see how they run “
@thebansheeofthepack Joined The Pack /// Lydia
“You’re mother was kind to me, so I’m planning on leaving you alone, for the moment. Don’t push your luck.”
* @thebansheeofthepack ⪼ lydia.
“of course it’s a bad idea, lydia ---” there is a trace of danger behind her eyes as she looks across at the banshee now. who knows what lurks in the woods of beacon hills these days. malia, however, doesn’t seem to be backing down from her stance. “why can’t we be normal teenagers that make normal, dumb teenage decisions? come on, stiles and scott are always telling me that you throw the best parties in beacon hills. just one night, what could possibly go wrong?”
@thebansheeofthepack said: “Don’t take the knife out!”
for a moment she stood staring at lydia in disbelief at what had happened, her hand clasped tightly around her chai cup. the counter was littered in bags of produce she was tossing into the juicer, she didn’t expect one of the knives to shank lydia. in truth it wasn’t that bad, something equivalent of a deep paper cut on lydia’s palm. the knife in question...most definitely wasn’t stuck into her, melodramatics still had hana reaching for a towel to wet in the sink to press down to the other girl’s palm. “are there any more knives hiding under the strawberries?” she tries to jest, while applying pressure, not wanting either of them hurt further over juice they could have gone out to get cold-pressed down the street at one of the smoothie shops. “juice isn’t worth losing a limb for.” again, melodrama, but hana wasn’t ever above it. she wasn’t about start now.
@thebansheeofthepack cont’d from here.
{text: Strawberry Queen} You’re welcome. I’m glad you like it. {text: Strawberry Queen} I don’t promise anything, but I’ll try and answer when you call.
Isaac wasn’t at home, because he was out, and had just had a meeting with a client about a set of illustrations he was going to make for a book.
@thebansheeofthepack asked: „ i told you! why didn’t you listen?! “ // angst & post-angst.
„ i’m sorry , okay ? i’m sorry. “ , the werewolf whispered over and over again. maybe he should have listened to lydias words and not get invovled with the other pack. maybe he should have kept his distance and yet he didn’t. and what did he got out of it ? a blue eye , that would disappear soon and a few broken rips, but he never intented to scared lydia or anyone else.
@thebansheeofthepack
“I don’t think stubbornness of organs is a thing that actually exists. It’s more likely that you’re in shock and your body is full with adrenaline which is why your body is not reacting the way it should.” Her eyes looked the woman up and down looking for any signs that she might not be fine. “You should let a doctor look at it. Maybe even go to the hospital. You know how the saying goes. Better safe than sorry.”
“you’re right it looks bad, yeah?” hana brought her finger closer to examine the paper cut on her skin. “i don’t think any amount of adrenaline will make me tolerant enough to venture to a medical center right now.” unfortunately. hana might have taken the adventure any other day, but instead she turned on the sink to run her finger under cold water to rinse the fairly deep clean slice, just to blot it dry with a paper towel after. “here i am risking more injury.” she speaks, of the paper towel that she touched to the wound paper had inflicted in the first place. “studying brews punishment.”