#thefletcherclan

[revivrs]

niall walker : → @thefletcherclan : starter call.

lips part in a theatrical sigh, head tilting back to watch the other. " you are losing my interest. " she interrupts, fingers dancing over the blade passing between her fingers. " that is very dangerous. for you. "

[saltzitivo]

josie was used to new teachers and new adults around the campus of the salvatore boarding school . it was rare when semesters started without a new professor or guest instructor . that was why when the stranger walked through the doors , it didn't even occur to her that he was new . " did you need help finding an office ? " she asked gently , recognizing the lost look on his face .

/ @thefletcherclan liked for a starter † for elijah

[forsorrow]

connie  fletcher : → @thefletcherclan : ❝ for one muse to find the other at a gravestone. ❞

slender fingers trace through the air just above the engraved name, unwilling to mar the stone with the oils from her hands, willing the earth to keep this spot safe for as long as it were able. it was all she had left. a small stone atop the steadily growing grass. she hated it here. the silence felt too big, too loud, but it didn't matter. this wasn't about her. or maybe it should be. she didn't know anymore, her life felt as though it was falling around like the embers of a fire, the lies of her mother the match. swallowing, she drops to her knees, delicately placing the carefully arranged bouquet at the base of the stone. fingers brush over the soft petals, a frown pulling between her brows. " i miss you. " the words are torn from her lips in a breeze, carried away. perhaps her mother simply did not want to hear them, had willed them away from her. sighing, fingers bunching into fists, pulling away from the flowers just in time to ensure she did not crush them. " this is all bullshit. why did you LIE to me ? " the words were out before she could stop them, heat staining the tips of her cheekbones, suddenly coming to the realisation that she wasn't actually alone. clearing her throat as her eyes catch the other woman's, attempting an embarrassed smile. " i am so sorry... i didn't mean to shout... " the sudden breeze dims and then fades completely, fingers brushing the dirt from the knees of her jeans as she stands.

[forsorrow]

lachlan fletcher : → @thefletcherclan : starter call.

caramel gaze lifts at the melodic chime of the bell above the door, a small frown creasing her brow for but a moment before she flattens her expression into a warm smile. " welcome in ! " surprise coats her voice, having not expected anyone to brave the rain currently lashing against the windows. " you're soaked through. how about a warm tea ? " she wasn't a cafe, technically, but she always had a kettle on hand and some cheaper teabags. " there are seats through into the bookshop, if you'd like ? "

[gunchamber]

“ I see great rage in your future. ” ( callum )

𝐌𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐃-𝐁𝐀𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 . / * @thefletcherclan

                  𝐀𝐍  𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄  𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅        emerges  ,    the  feeling  overwhelming  the  back  of  her  throat  but  krissy  swallows  it  down  .    yet  she  couldn’t  help  but  want  to  ask  him  ,    WHAT  ABOUT  NOW  ?    if  he’s  so  gifted  to  see  such  a  thing  in  her  future  ,    surely  he  could  see  it  in  her  at  that  very  moment  .    like  a  monster  festering  in  the  depths  of  her  being  ,    manifesting  in  times  when  she’s  alone  or  feels  out  of  control  .    or  about  her  life  in  general  .    such  a grotesque  feeling  to  have  ,    &    one  that  rears  its  ugly  head  the    MOST  .    times  she  wonders  if  she  can  ever  let  it  go  ,    what  would  she  have  left  ?    would  she  have  anything  that  would  keep  her    FIGHTING  ?    she  shakes  her  head  ,    ridding  herself  of  that  thought  for  now  .    attention  returns  to  callum  ,    realizing  he’s  waiting  for  a  response  .    ❛    could  you  tell  me  if  i  win  the  lottery  in  the  future  too  ?    ❜    she  quips  ,    pushing  her  books  into  her  bag  knowing  that  she’d  never  focus  on  research  now  .    not  with  the  questions  brewing  in  her  head  inspired  by  his  inquiry  .    ❛    what  did  you  mean  just  now  ,    what  made  you  tell  me  that  ?    ❜