Nov 13, 2016
Text: FITZ
ML: My roommate SUCKS
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Text: FITZ
ML: My roommate SUCKS
@carelessxtroubled
Marisol walked into Drew’s second floor apartment above a shop on main street and tossed her bag down on the couch. She looked around, confused as to why he wasn’t home yet, considering he’d been off work for a couple of hours. She shrugged and flipped on the television, plopping down on it and surfing through channels.
I need you ; I don’t need you
Adrian should have went home, curled up into bed and relaxed but that would’ve been too predictable. Instead, she went home after the gym - slipped into her best dress and headed to the closest club, after she texted all the friends she had ; which was only two. Adrian sat at the bar, getting a few rounds of shots every now and then. Her hand held tightly onto her phone and after about an hour, and over 10 shots, she knew she was stood up by her friends. “Go figures.” She mumbled to herself as she ordered another round of shots. By now she was already drunk, but that didn’t stop her from downing the burning liquor.
Adrian pushed off the bar, stumbling through the crowd finding the exit as she held her phone in front of her face, just to bring up Owens contact. She leaned up against the wall outside of the club, sliding down just to scoot herself back up. “Fuck it.” She screamed to her phone as she dialed his number.
SMS : fitz
ML: Hey you. How was your summer? :)
Get Me (Penny)
GET ME: I WILL WRITE A DRABBLE ABOUT MY CHARACTER SAVING YOURS. LUTHER MOVED with surprising speed considering how human he was in that moment but there was no choice; losing Penelope wasn’t an option. Launching himself across the room, the hunter swept the vampire’s feet from underneath before slamming his wooden stake through their chest. Whirling, stake torn mercilessly out from the dead creature’s chest, there was murder held in his insides, shining through his eyes ready to destroy anyone who would dare hurt her. “Stay close,” he wanted to hold her, to assure her that everything was okay but they weren’t out of the woods yet. “We’re getting out of here.” The male began to move forward.
Scream (LUKE)
SCREAM: MY CHARACTER HAS CAUSED YOURS TO SCREAM OUT FOR SOME REASON. “YES!” OCTAVIA screamed back at him, amber eyes fixed on Luke as she glared. “YES I FUCKIN’ LIED, OKAY! I LIED!” The Medium didn’t care that anyone in close proximity to the flat could probably hear her screaming. Chest rising and falling rapidly, she pushed the male hard, to create some distance between them because she suddenly couldn’t bare his closeness. “What the hell was I supposed to do?” She demanded, “Hi, my names Octavia, I’m a Medium and your dead twin follows you, let’s hang out? So fuckin’ crucify me; I did it once and I’d do it again!”
Δ = PLAYING WITH THEIR HAIR . (Luke)
Δ = PLAYING WITH THEIR HAIR . EYELIDS DROOPING, Octavia hummed softly as Luke’s fingers found their way into her hair, stroking continuously. Each time her eyes closed it was harder to open them again and whilst the Medium was sure she heard Luke say something, she had absolutely no idea what it was. “Hmm?” Octavia questioned, forcing her eyes open and adjusting her position so that she leant more comfortably against him. The male was yet to learn that Octavia’s sleeping patterns were all over the place, that she couldn’t remember the last time she had slept throughout the night. “Luke?” Her voice was gentle, sweet almost, “Can we just go to bed?” Her eyes were closed again, and the rest of her sentence fell off into indecipherable mutters.
☂ = GIVING THEM THEIR JUMPER TO KEEP WARM . (Luke)
INITIALLY, OCTAVIA had argued with him, had refused the jumper declaring that she didn’t need it but apparently, Luke wasn’t buying those excuses. They probably would have been more convincing if the Medium had been able to stop her teeth from chattering and hide how cold her hands were. A loud ( and perhaps ) over exaggerated sigh left the female as she tugged the jumper from his hands and yanked it roughly over her own head. Luke was taller than her and so, it fell to her thighs but there was no denying the body heat that came from it. She rubbed her hands together under it and shot the male a grateful, if slightly apologetic smile. “...You were right.” Octavia admitted simply, leaning into his side as they walked.