#unbelovd

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unbelovd asked:

you knew and you didn’t tell me ?! ( willa ! )

her gaze doesn't lift from her phone, the accusation brooking no immediate response. when she does finally look at the eldest earp, eyes blazing demon red ( until she blinks, and they're once again a warm brown ) it's with the air of a long-suffering partner, or perhaps a tired parent.

“ you're ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ gonna need to be more specific there. things i know that you don't . . . doesn't exactly narrow it down by much. ” her response isn't kind, nor is it particularly venomous. willa isn't the object of her interest -- not nearly so much as her siblings. and besides, another demon already had its claws in this one. she didn't much like to share.

[gridbest]

@unbelovd liked for a starter

It’s not every day that Art finds himself staring at Juliet from across a tennis court. Sometimes he thinks the few friends he does have don’t even know he still plays tennis. Not that he really plays anymore, but still. He doesn’t think anyone who knows what he’s gone through ever expected him to set foot on a court ever again. Or maybe they did. Maybe he’s just projecting. Either way, he gives Juliet a small smile. “You sure about this?” He’ll go easy on her. He always goes easy on his clients. They don’t need a guy that was ranked ninth in the world. They need a coach. Art tries to do his best to be that coach. “I’ll be honest, I never took you for a tennis fan.”

[salvatoraesmoved]

biggest fans shoutout time <3 @forbaes ( as always ), @bloodsalted ( he's biting dean rn actually ) , @unbelovd ( actual beloved <3 ) & @mccklynaive ( two worrisome babes )

[salvatoraesmoved]

[ TXT ] : i haven't seen you around in awhile. ( from CAIN ! )

text stefan, accepting.

( imessage ⤻ cain ) is this code for you miss me, cain? ( imessage ⤻ cain ) kidding. but i know, i've been busier than usual. ( imessage ⤻ cain ) we can meet up soon, if you want.

[salvatoraesmoved]

[ TXT ] : hey, where did you go? ( from BELLA (SWAN) ! )

text stefan, accepting.

( imessage ⤻ bella ) shit, sorry i had to take care of something ( imessage ⤻ bella ) is everything okay ? ( imessage ⤻ bella ) i could come back

[artisanals]

@unfaes : they say there's a heaven for those who will wait .

whether or not it was true didn't necessarily matter. the words floated around her, landed on her like ash from a burning world. the beast that lived in her raked its claws down the fleshy inside of her ribcage, slithered between ribs. guilt, it was called. ( it would devour you, one day. )

❛ not for us. ❜ the words are choked in a whisper. still, there was fear at being perceived as defiant, though not enough to halt the words in their tracks.

[artisanals]

@unbelovd : i don't believe in first impressions .

leo chuckles, turns his head from where it rests in her lap. ( never did you think joy and peace like this, like her, would ever come to you. ) she was warm lovely as she always was, and he shifts to look at her better. did she have any bad angles? he had yet to find one.

❛ it's alright if you thought i was an absolute scallywag, ❜ he teases her easily, smile meandering across lips. ❛ i'm just curious. ❜

[artisanals]

there's something feral in the way her jaw grinds, the squeaking of teeth in her skull. no more. there had to be a limit. ( you thought @unbelovd did not have 'enough' in his vocabulary. )

she's a mangled, beaten creature, thrashing and gnawing at the chains that bind her to his service. willing to chew off her own leg if it meant an out. ❛ and if i turn these hands to you ? ❜ a shuddering breath rattles her lungs, shakes her ribs. ❛ if i use them to stop you instead ? ❜