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Do monsters make war or does war make monsters? ☼ + V. Ezror 25

[lenabernathydeviants-blog]

“Fuck.” Lena groaned, eyes wide as she took in the scene around her. On all days for this to happen, of course it would be her birthday.

[toriezror]

“No, no, Lena, it’s fine. You just knocked the wind out of me --- literally, but it’s no trouble. It only hurt for a second,” Tori assured her, though her chest ached with the pain of the sudden events to pass. Though she quickly recovered in her facial expressions, beaming brightly with enthusiasm, ”Happy birthday, Lena.”

[toriezror]

“It’s such a pretty day, don’t you think? At least I think so in the wake of upcoming rain this week,” she chirped optimistically, as was in her nature.

[oscarbarden]

The hybrid waited with heavy anticipation; convinced that he was going to be teased mercilessly. “Of course she’s nice,” He murmured as a small smile began to pepper his lips. “And yes.” Everything about her was nice and good he thought, before cringing at his own corny line of thinking.

[toriezror]

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t spare me the details,” she joked teasingly, nudging Oscar in tune with the playful comment. It was good to see him so happy over something, she thought. “As long as she’s as good to you, I think I definitely approve of her,” she said, again playfully, but still holding a serious undertone. Even as a virtual stranger, it was easy to want the best for Oscar, as somebody she got on with so well. 

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Arya laughed, hands on her hips as she took in the blonde. She was a small thing but lively - Arya could tell by the spark behind her eyes. It only need a little coaxing, she realized. “Well, you don’t seem very city-ish yourself.” Soon after the words left her lips, she realized how it might be taken the wrong way and her eyes went wide, “I mean, not in a bad way! Boston is lovely, of course, I just don’t really see you slamming your hand down on taxis you’ve walked straight in front of because you’re on the phone or something to yell at them. Seriously, the other day I was heading down Newberry and this woman just walked straight into traffic. A thousand honks and a minute later I saw her slam her fist so hard onto the hood of the car I was sure she left a dent and then she just screeched, ‘Hey! I’m walkin’ heeeyah!’ It was terrifying.”

[toriezror]

“Perks of being raised in the Upper East Side of Boston, I suppose,” she jokes, though her smile is hiding hints of bitterness at her own comment. But as was her character to do so, she quickly fell back into step with light hearted conversation, shrugging off the woman’s comment on her level of city people likeliness, not in the least offended. “Don’t worry, I get what you mean. There’s the good and the bad of city folk, but the bad are a little better at leaving impressions that last -- though never in a very good way,” she admits, laughing.

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Memories - Panic! At the Disco, Coming Up Roses - Eliza Rickman, The Beekeeper - Dessa, Like A River Runs- Bleachers, We Didn’t Start the Fire - Billy Joel, Whataya Want from Me - Adam Lambert, Rolling in the Deep -Adele, Wavin’ Flag - K’aan

The man said to the matchstick, “come let me see you burn.” But the matchstick did more then that, her fire consumed everything in his path. She lit up the world and made it brighter.

Because a matchstick doesn’t burn, it starts a fire.

[aryafitzdeviants-blog]

“Well, I don’t like to think of myself as a city goer.” Arya said with a soft smirk, “Louisiana born and bred. At least, I think on the born part. I’m positive about the bred. But please don’t tell me I’m starting to pass for, as you say, a city goer?” She groaned melodramatically, throwing her hands up in defeat, “My mother will be so disappointed.”

[toriezror]

“Well, maybe not all city goers, seeing as I’m one myself,” she replies with an easy smile on her face now. Tori was always quick at jumping into friendly conversation once she felt comfortable, that was for sure. “Boston is the city I’ve called home since birth, and your mother will proud to hear that with my experience with such city people, you seem the least of all like typical city goers.” A city goer, this actually sociable woman? Tori shook a head a little with a laugh as she thought, lol nah. 

[oscarbarden]

A flash of light blonde hair immediately caught his attention, rendering him to freeze for just a moment. The voice of reason — his voice, in the back of his flooded mind was trying to signal to him that this wasn’t right. He should not be looking at this innocent woman and only see prey. But that was exactly what he did; due to no fault of his own. Against his own control, the man in him let out a wild strangled cry as he rubbed the palms of his fists into his eyes, as if to stop the body that controlled him from doing something irreversible. “T-T” Automatically failing at forcing out her name from his lips, Oscar tried something else that may have succeeded in being a little more coherent. “R-R-Run! Please.”

[toriezror]

Right, run. That should have been her automatic instinct, she realized as she practically tripped over her feet trying to turn around in the opposite direction. Run, he had said, and she did. Nothing seemed to matter more than the simple act of pumping her legs, no matter the ache that took root in her muscles nor the branches and bushes that snagged her clothing and pricked her skin. All at once, all she knew was running and running and running. Then, as if it couldn’t have gotten any worse, she also recognized the growing burn in her fingers as her body struggled to maintain proper homeostasis -- when fire danced on her finger tips, threatening to set anything she touched on fire. It was a nightmare, epitomized and realized right before her as she ran wildly, with no direction, and on the night of a full moon.

[aryafitzdeviants-blog]

Immediately, Arya’s look of horror melted into a grin, “Calm down, calm down. I was just kidding.” She chuckled, bumping the girl with her hip, “God, you act like I’m going to rip your throat out.”

[toriezror]

Shakily, Tori too joined her in laughing, though hers was more nervous and choked than the giggles of the counter part. “Right, um -- you never know. People are all kinds of vicious sometimes, and especially the city goers.”

[aryafitzdeviants-blog]

“Well! I - I -” Arya began to stammer, eyes wide in shock, “I have never been so offended in my entire life.”

[toriezror]

“W-wait, what? I didn’t mean -- oh, I’m such an idiot,” she replied with mortification at the idea of having possibly insulted the woman with her poor choice of words,”Well, it's just that I thought that -- - that the green dress had looked better on you. The pink -- erm, I mean the coral one, it washes you out, b-but not in a bad way if that’s the one you like!”

[oscarbarden]

“G-G-Get away from me!” Oscar should have known that venturing out into the woods on a full moon would be a bad idea, but he had been devastatingly curious; causing him to believe that maybe if he found a secret enough space among the brush, he would be just fine for the evening. There was only so much chaining up in his apartment he could do, and he wanted to roam for once. His fingers ached painfully as nails all too long protruded from the ones that were already there, as the presence of heavy grizzle started marking his eyebrows and jaws.

[toriezror]

Tori had too, always been called to by the woods. She couldn’t say she knew why, only that she understood it must have been one the stupidest things to be drawn to during a full moon, when wolves ran rampant in the dense thicket. Yet, there she was, body quaking with raw fear as she was forced to witness the evolution of her friend, Oscar -- always polite and kind and gentle, into a wolf. Or what appeared to be, to be a half-wolf, if there ever was one. “Oscar, oh my god. You -- - you’re, I mean, I didn’t think. This was such a stupid idea, and -- oh my god, you’re a werewolf,” she rambled nervously, at a loss for what to do for once, and then the realization hit her. I’m going to die, she thought. He’s going to kill me.

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but i’m a grapevine valentine i’m the catch in your throat when you wanna cry when all i really wanna do is catch you smile

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time slipped away

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[toriezror]

Down With Me ➝ Tori & Lena

Down With Me by X Ambassadors (x)

Are you down with me See behind the doors I'm locking Drinks keep dropping Still get down with me Get down with me

It was loud, she remembered, one of the only things she could recall of the night. As a sorority, it was expected of the Scarmory girls to host frequent parties, and Lena was never one to miss out on the opportunity to play up their guise with the heaviest liquor and newest pop songs -- even in the face of Tori, with her dislike for both. Though, despite her discontent, she attended every party wearing whatever immodest dress Lena had forced on her. She, as well as any of girls, understood the importance of dodging any suspicion, should it have presented itself. So, Tori made her effort to join the mix of sweaty dancers and stumbling drunks and sexually frustrated college students, who all alike shared in classes they would have to present themselves to in the early morning with raging hangovers. She supposed she would as well as Lena shoved an all too familiar plastic red cup into her hands, her own cheeks already flushed in drunkenness, or maybe it had been the dancing. Tori could never tell with her best friend, what with her already plenty eccentric personality. 

“Great, isn’t it? This is awesome,” Lena had yelled against the roar of crowd, a child-like grin on her face. She had always been the more wild of the pair. 

“Define great.”

“This.”

“Right,” Tori countered, sipping modestly at her own drink, trying not to cringe at the sensation of a dancing crowd, pressing at her back with their bodies sticky with perspiration and alcohol. She had always been the less wild of the pair.

“C’mon, Tori. Have fun, let loose! You know you want to, Blondie -- your inner wild child is screaming at me to help her out, I can hear her,” Lena teased, already wrapping her clammy hands over Tori’s forearms, rocking them back and forth in an effort to get her dancing, though it more so resembled awkward rocking and moving. Or at least in comparison to those of her sisters and other mingling sorority girls, who swayed their hips in a way that nearly made the Ezror dizzy, like a swirling pattern of black and white in the dim lighting. 

What was more, was that Tori sensed a small pang of jealousy of them. They, who were apparently more feminine than herself in that moment, which no shorter dress could have mended. And maybe it was that that made her chug the cup of stale beer in her hand, but she did. And maybe it was that that urged her into joining Lena in dancing, but she did (and no matter the fact that her moves in no way compared to Lena’s, even drunk). And maybe it was that that finally allowed her to cut loose, but she did. 

The night had become a jumbled, garbled mess of memories -- of flashing lights, and endless dancing, and beer accompanied with poor judgement in the form of shots, of at least a dozen varieties. All the while, she stayed with Lena, and her friend with her as they laughed and drank and danced and laughed a little more. Then, it must have been three a.m. when flashing lights turned from pinks, greens and purples to reds and blues, and Tori happily took the repeated warning of uniformed officers and the excuse to turn in for the night. 

Even in the morning, when Tori found out just how much she regretted the night before, when her sobriety hit her like a bus, coupled with the ache and nausea in her body, she still remembered the fun of it. She would never let go in such a way again, Tori knew, but she still would not have gone back to change the night she realized as well (though the nausea did tempt her to).

[toriezror]

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