#xevangeline

[xevangeline]

festivus | per, els, mal & ev

"Might’ve known there ain’t no breakin’ free without being followed. Why’d you come? We got enough trouble at this party without you two getting in over your heads." She half-joked, leaning against him a little, the surfaces of their shoulders pressing comfortably into one another. "I got a few, you want some?" She questioned pulling a pack from somewhere beneath the hem of her hi-lo worn sweater dress. Shaking the pack at him a little, she looked around the party, not unaware that they all look terribly out of place among the wealthy, milk-fed kids of tomorrow — it almost made her home sick, but for what home she wasn’t sure. "You are socially involved, you’re talking to me." She quipped, giving him a cheeky smile while taking another sip of the flavorless, numb-inducing vodka she held. "I scared him off, I think. Got a little to heavy for his party. It’s just as well, I think he’s really into Zoe, they were talking before and I was so sure he was some scumfuck trying to get into her pants, but.. he was actually nice, there is something about him though.. I thought it was danger, but now I’m starting to think I was wrong. Maybe he isn’t danger, but in it." She explained, giving Malachi a dark, worried glance and pressing her lips together.

[onemalachi]

Malachi plucked a cigarette from the pack and smirked, nudging his shoulder against hers. "I'm impressed, Evan. That's really sweet of you, looking out for the uh, flightier members of the coven." Zoe and Madison certainly hadn't been particularly nice to him upon his arrival; Zoe completely avoided him as if she might burst into flames if he spoke to her, and Madison, irked by the fact that he didn't fall at her heels and worship her the second they met, made him the butt of her bitchy, inappropriate jokes. "I have a feeling something bad might happen tonight too. That's why I followed you. I thought you might need some--" he almost said protection, but Evan would punch him if he alluded to her being weak and in need of male assistance; he cleared his throat "--help." Malachi narrowed his eyes and shifted his gaze to the frathouse, scrutinizing the raucous clumps of undergrads clogging the porch and doorway. He knew Zoe and Madison were in there somewhere, could almost feel their presences passing through the crowds, expertly blending in with the shiny happy masses. As he brought the cigarette to his lips, a blast of energy surged through his brain. His eyes clamped shut, his knees bending involuntarily. White sparks danced across the back of his eyelids, and he heard several voices, muffled, frantic whispers, mostly male. Someone whimpered, a weak, high-pitched tone that almost sounded familiar. He was vaguely aware that Evan was still beside him, possibly speaking to him, but he couldn't force his eyes to seek her out. He wanted to tell her what he was saying, that something bad was occurring right now, but his lips only formed one word: "Madison."

[spaldings-diary]

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E V A N

Evan is the S U P R E M E of being prettyshe is not nice and i think she hate mebut her body so hotand she has so much badonkadonkwhen she makes milkshakes all the young men show up on the front lawni would join them buti don’t think i’m ready for D A T  J E L L Y

[xxelias]

festivus | per, els, mal & ev

I guess no one is really what they seem.

He sure as hell wasn’t.

His eyes followed his friend’s line of vision and he observed the feral looking girl; another wild beast trapped among the innocent, primed for an unsuspecting tragedy to take place. If they had followed her here for any good reason, he had forgotten it now, but it was a little too late to retract his mistake and make the hike back to Robichaux’s alone. Stalking on Malachi’s heels, looking much like a retro horror show monster, perhaps Nosferatu or a stretched version of Frankenstein’s monster, he wished for some divine intervention while staring down at his shoes and when he glanced up he was somehow face to face with a startled looking, wide-eyed brunette clutching a bottle of whiskey protectively to her chest.

[petitperrie]

She sucked in a huge breath--chest swelling, cheeks expanding-- and opened her mouth to shout at the skeletal, pointy-chinned boy who foolishly wandered into her path, but the deep, dead blackness of his eyes sucked her anger away. Perrie expelled the breath quickly and clicked her tongue. "Hey lost boy, you got a cig I can bum? Or better yet--" she wiggled her fingers into the tiny pocket of her tight cut-offs and produced a wad of brown, wrinkled dollars. "--you got a few to spare? I'll give you a dollar a smoke." She cradled the Maker's bottle and waved the dollars under the boy's nose. 

[onemalachi]

Send me a ♖ for a hastily written ‘good-bye’ letter from my character to yours

Evan,

Going to the store, be back soon. I wanted to lie, but I couldn't. I'm leaving. I probably won't be back*. I'll miss you. Malachi*I'll Skype you once I find a coffee shop with good wifi; I detest written goodbyes and would rather say goodbye in person, but you're in your room and the door is locked (I think your intercourse pal is in there because when I turned the doorknob, I heard a male voice say, "Did you hear that?" --sorry about that, by the way. He's not paranoid, like you said; it was me). Anyway. Get on Skype when you can. Bye.

[creaturekyle]

BANSHEE: If you knew one of your loved ones/best friends had only one day left to live, how would you spend that last day with them?

"Nothing special, I don't think. I'd treat it like a regular day and just do regular things, like watch TV--a really shitty reality show, while we're stoned--and not think about it being the last day."

[onemalachi]

FURY: What is a word/phrase that you dread to hear?

"'You're weird'. Like I'm not well-aware of that fact and trying my hardest to appear normal."

[onemalachi]

CORAL

[onemalachi]

How do you feel about me?

I think I like you more than you like me. But thanks for letting me follow you around anyway.