#valetimere

[battlesore-blog]

“    you know you’re going to have to tell her eventually,   right?   ”    /    @valetimere

[constantwara-blog]

“   it’s  not  a  date.   ”    but  oh,   how  the  gods  know  you  wish  you’d  allow  it  to  be,   obvious  in  the  way  your  gaze  lingers  a  second  too  long  on  her  mouth  whenever  she  speaks,   the  way  you  drop  whatever  boy  you  claim  to  be  interested  in  all  in  favor  of  being  around  her  instead.   you  don’t  fool  anyone;   it’s  just  that  nobody  else  wants  to  risk  the  stab  wound  you’ll  give  them  for  even  suggesting  it.     “   just  so  we’re  clear.   ”     /     @valetimere

[beastruin-blog]

whats her favourite colour

the color of a werewolf’s blood

[battlesore-blog]

“   sometimes,   you  make  me  seriously  regret  ever  saving  your  life.   ”

@valetimere​

[constantwara-blog]

maybe your father had always been right after all.   maybe you are stupid,   because no intelligent person would continue to linger around the one person that compromises everything you’ve painted yourself to be.   (   sure,   there’s been girls before her,   girls you deemed prettier than others,   but never to this extent.    it’s never been enough for you to consider forgetting what your father might do on the off-chance that he finds you again.  with her.   )   but maybe you’d rather be an idiot than be apart from her.

you think it might be love,   but you’re not sure.   you’ve never been a good daughter of aphrodite.

“   she’s been staring at you all night.   ”   what’s meant to be nothing more than an observation comes out bitter,   irritated that so many others are confident enough to be open where you’re not.   (   you’ve always appeared so confident elsewhere,   but you don’t know how to talk about your feelings without trembling.   )    the straw of your drink is toyed with,   dragging bottom lip downward,   while your gaze is cast in the same direction;   you don’t want to see any interest in ariana’s gaze when she looks.    “   are you going to talk to her?   ”     /     @valetimere

[battlesore-blog]

“    i make you anxious,   don’t i?   ”    it’s a question you don’t need to ask,   not when the chemosignals make it so obvious.   you’re not in beacon hills to hurt anyone   (   at least,   that’s not the plan;   things happen.   )      but  it’s still amusing,   the way your presence puts him on edge.    you like the effect you’re able to have on people,   the way it’s so easy to unnerve them by your existence alone.   “    what do you think i’m going to do?   ”    /    @valetimere