#undertheviolentmoon

[spcllbovnds]

@undertheviolentmoon​ --> louis to anyone

louis had had the strangest dream. it was hard to explain, something dark and deep that plagued the recesses of his mind. he’d woken to find that it was just that: a dream, but there were flashes from the dream that felt more like memories. it would drive him mad. a girl. small. blonde hair, curled to perfect. the piano. a haunting melody. lavish parties. then fire. and then... it was done. louis was mulling all of this over, sketching out the details in his journal (maybe he’d write a book -- ha! how insane of an idea), the pieces that he remembered. but they were fading, quickly, and in frustration, louis let out a noise and tossed his pen to the ground. it landed by someone’s feet and he composed himself with a, “forgive me. i don’t know what’s gotten into me. do you mind?” louis extended his hand for the pen, which had made it a decent few yards away.

[hiddenwoodengems]

@undertheviolentmoon​ for any

Having sat down on the couch in her office, Ariel realized once the cup was lifted to her lips that she forgot to offer her opposite a cup. “It has already been a day, I’m so sorry. Would you care for a cup?”

[nclcvestrcnger]

@undertheviolentmoon || alice x anyone 

Alice signed as she tapped her phone against her chest. She had been waiting for a phone call from her manager for over a day now. Not that she could take any jobs outside of woodshore, but she needed... Something. Anything. She needed the money. Is it possible that being here had cut off all her communication to the outside as well? Stopping the first person to walk past her, she rested her hand on their upper arm. ”im sorry, do you know if we can still receive calls from people not... Here?”

[fcbula]

Robb wasn’t a big drinker. He did enjoy the occasional celebratory ale after a victory or the wine he shared with his wife in bed but it wasn’t like him to turn to liquor when things got tough. Yet here was. Alone at a pub, ordering his fifth drink of the night. It was desperation in its finest form. He drank. He drank to silence the voices in his head, the memories of a life he never had, for there was nothing else he could do. “What a mess.” He muttered to the person sitting next to him at the bar. “How the hell did we get here?”

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[etherealbeautes]

@undertheviolentmoon // rebekah && anyone.

   " I don’t suppose you know where to find good scotch around here, do you ?? ” she questioned, strolling into the room without looking at who she’d been speaking to. a breathless sigh escaped from plumped lips, “ it’s never too early for a decent drink. ”

[spcllbovnds]

@undertheviolentmoon > gabrielle to anyone! 

gabrielle, finally, was fed and content. she’d been, frankly, starved since she’d arrived in woodshore, and the random travel had only added to her distaste. it could, perhaps, account for her decent mood and lack of need to hunt; she was feeling quite altruistic. so when she noticed that an item had fallen from someone’s pocket, she barely recognized herself when she retrieved it, saying, “this is yours, i presume? keep a closer look on your things, darling.”

[fcbula]

Bellamy was rustling papers when he felt a sharp pain on the tip of his finger. Paper cut. A single drop of blood surfaced on his skin and he cursed under his breath as he licked the wound off. It was then when he noticed the stares of a man standing not too far from him. “Can I help you with something?”

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[spcllbovnds]

@undertheviolentmoon > gale hawthorne & anyone!

“hey.” gale’s voice was clipped, though only through a lack of practice for niceties. usually, the man didn’t waste breath if his words didn’t mean something, but in this case... it was as simple as courtesy. “i think this is yours.” he scooped the item from the bar counter and held it out, nodding over his shoulder. “that guy had his eye on it.”