#toforsake

[punkbcbe-blog]

@toforsake didn’t like for a starter but is getting one

“You look like shit.” She means that in the most  concerned way possible, of course.

[heinousact-blog]

          ❝ we don’t spend much time alone together, do we. ❞ she speaks softly, hands on her lap -- she’s been waiting in his living room for some time now. surprisingly, she’s not followed by her usual trail of bodyguards, so it’s a little strange to see her alone. ❝ i feel like we’ve never had a chance to really just talk, so here it is; your chance to ask me everything you’ve ever wanted. ❞

@toforsake ( bc i love u !! )

[cxttingteeth]

@toforsake liked for a starter

“I don’t remember putting you on the visitor’s list.”

[unresponse-blog]

@toforsake​  bc we gotta.

    worry paints itself across moonbeam features, sinking cheek to cheek in between the storm of freckles there. a problem since he was a child, even when times were at their worst, this longing to care for others — and the nature shows in how he looks the other over, speculating down to the fabric of his shirt.

                                                      ❝ hey. ❞

  it’s wispy, barely audible  &  yet enough to catch his attention before hands rush to piece together anxious words.

                                                              ‘ talk to me. please. ’

[heinousact-blog]

“you’ve got a secret. something you can’t tell anyone, because you don’t trust anyone.”

        movie meme.                   ⟨ accepting. ⟩

          ❝ are you trying to make me laugh, aiden ?? it’s not working. ❞ she says as she sips her drink, not even bothering to glance in his direction. ❝ we all have secrets dear, mine just happen to be everything and i don’s trust anyone because i was never given reason to trust them. now if you’re done wasting my time, i suggest you leave before i get angry. ❞

[heinousact-blog]

“ who did this to you? ”

          injured meme.                    ⟨ accepting. ⟩

          ❝ DON’T – ❞ the words are harsh, definitely a threat as she shields her face, quickly pulling her wig back down to hide her face. there’s blood on it ( most of it coming from her face – her nose is probably broken ) but she’d rather keep it on than risk him seeing her face. it’d not only be dangerous for her, but also for him and, as much as she hates to admit it, she’s starting to rely on him. ❝ will you just – call me a car. i want to go home. ❞