#v: 002.

[witchmonkey-blog]

                        scphoner liked this for a thing!!

               without turning round, luke continued to rifle through the shirts                in his closet. knowing someone was walking into the room, he                opened his mouth to speak. “make it quick, i’ve got a date in a couple hours.”

[sollunaveritas-blog]

                      shroudedxheart gets a random thing.

                   walking across the beach with something alcoholic in hand, brett                    handed it to stiles with a smirk ghosting his lips. “drink. loosen up.”

[witchmonkey-blog]

he stares at the dead body, taking him a moment to break the morbid silence that lingers around them. ' ------ did you kill him ? '

"yeah let's blame the witch. -- look at his neck. do you really think my teeth look like that?" luke was more accepting when it came to vampires then some of his kind, but that didn't mean he liked it when they turned innocents into happy meals. "-- i think they might have turned him, im not sure."

[witchmonkey-blog]

                        salvasassandclass liked for a thing.

                 “you know what?” luke slurred as he waved his bottle of hard                  cider. “i’m gonna quit college, quit the coven and join a circus.                   the amazing luke. i’ll make a shit-load of money. i can fucking move                  things with my mind. it’s a bullet proof idea.”

[witchmonkey-blog]

                 tattoosandmuteisms gets a thing.

                 taking off his glasses, luke pushed himself up when he heard                  someone enter the room. looking down the list, he tried to see who                  was coming up next. a few appointments had been crossed off already,                  but before he could catch the name, the man was already crossing the                  classroom. “hi there, i’m mr. parker, but feel free to call me luke.” he said                  as he extended his hand, his face holding a warm smile.

[witchmonkey-blog]

                       luke taking care of an injured lito.

               “brace yourself.”

               luke said without much else of a warning as he dabbed the                 iodine soaked cloth onto the open cut. luke wanted to make                sure that it was clean before he slapped a dressing over it,                but knew that the chemical wasn’t exactly the friendliest when                it came to being a soft touch.

               “you okay?”