night of the hunter

I was born of the womb of a poisonous spell. Beaten and broken and chased from the land. I was hung from a tree made of tongues of the weak. The branches, the bones of the liars, the thieves. Pray to your God, open your heart. Whatever you do, don't be afraid of the dark. var sc_project=11818075; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="28e2d71e";

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hi peeps ! i’m sad to see the group go but it has been a pleasure writing with you all. you can find me on discord at cookie dough #7123.

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jcytaylor‌:

         “ that’s true. but like i said, should be easy if it’s us two.” the brunette said, standing by what she said earlier. was she hoping for a fight? maybe. she liked to take her shit out on people and being a soldier definitely made that shit easy.  “ one too many drinks and a bet with one of the guys.”

there  was  a  reason  lorenzo  made  the  decision  to  exclude  alcohol  and  drugs  from  his  life.  once  upon  a  time  he  indulged  the  same  as  almost  all  the  other  cobras  but  a  night  gone  too  far  forced  his  hand  in  cutting  it  all  out.  “  hopefully  the  other  guy  looks  worse  than  you  do.  ”  he  takes  another  glance  at  joy  before  looking  ahead  to  make  sure  there’s  no  trouble  coming  there  way.

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stcncold‌:

SHE QUICKLY ORDERS the dark rum, nodding at the woman beside her. ❛  dark rum. fancy.  ❜ she her fingers tap lightly on the counter as she waits for her drink to be served.  ❛  to be honest  ―― no reason in particular. just seems that everything is a lot more bearable when you’re not sober. ❜ 

“  it  gets  the  job  done.  ”  melanie  catches  the  bartender’s  attention  after  the  woman  beside  her  places  her  drink  order  to  ask  for  a  another  round  on  her  own  –––  vodka  soda  with  a  lime.  she  turns  slightly  as  the  conversation  continues  and  listens  with  a  gentle  nod  to  prove  as  much.  “  can’t  spend  all  of  our  time  drunk  though  now  can  we?  or  maybe  you  can  –––  some  people  function  very  well  in  such  a  state  but  eventually  it  catches  up  to  you.  ”

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tosinistolive‌:

             “All girls boarding school?” Her parents had a wealthy background, a surgeon and a dentist, but considering she was an only child, there was never even a suggestion of Lara being sent off to a boarding school, though she could imagine it would be a lot of fun. “Of course, but being away from your family, had its perks in that age, did it not?” Could she send her child one day to a boarding school? At this point of her life, Lara was certain she’d never even have a child. “No, I don’t, which is something I should perhaps change because it does look fun.”

“  mhm  –––  my  aunt  and  uncle  thought  it  was  best  for  me  to  leave  valdez  after  my  parents  died.  so  for  twelve  years  i  got  the  best  private  education  money  could  buy.  and  they  had  a  point,  it  felt  good  to  get  away  from  home  after  everything  that  happened.  still  found  my  way  back  here  though.  ”  anastasia  pauses  to  take  a  swift  drink  of  her  martini  –––  the  little  trip  down  memory  lane  not  one  she  thinks  about  often  considering  the  darkness  which  looms  around  her  reasoning  for  being  sent  away.  “  it’s  easy  enough  to  learn  especially  with  the  hundreds  of  tutorial  videos  out  there.  or  i  can  teach  you  if  you’d  like.  ”  

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sarpelui‌:

❛  NO  ,  DON’T  TALK  LIKE  THAT    —    ❜  a  quiet  sh  from  his  lips  and  his  head  shakes  ever  so  slightly  as  if  it  would  somehow  convey  what  the  worry  lines  upon  her  features  couldn’t  .  there’s  an  unsettling  feeling  built  beneath  the  surface  and  it  allows  for  an  awkward  pretense  to  the  conversation  and  what  he  wants  to  say  ,  and  what  he  doesn’t  .  ❛    of  course  he  wouldn’t  .    ❜  there’s  an  edge  of  confidence  laced  in  his  tone  but  it’s  followed  by  a  dry  laugh  that  perhaps  shouldn’t  have  slipped  free  ❛    cowards  spend  their  time  on  rooftops  unless  they  are  in  the  desert  .    ❜  an  old  quote  from  mattias  himself  that  lingered  back  to  when  niko  would  talk  of  his  own  longing  to  learn  how  to  take  such  a  shot  and  while  he  doesn’t  one  hundred  believe  the  sentiment  ,  it  is  said  for  her  sake  over  anything  else    .  distance  closes  at  her  question  ,  lips  tasting  her  own  if  only  for  a  brief  moment  .  he  knows  the  ache  in  his  arm  and  the  one  finding  home  on  his  jaw  but  there  is  a  time  and  place  for  everything  .  he  knows  the  answer  to  her  question  before  she  even  speaks  it  .  ❛    of  course  .  my  phone  is  already  off  and  the  door  is  locked  .    ❜      

a  bit  too  dramatic  for  her  taste  but  it’s  the  truth  –––  a  thought  which  plagues  more  often  than  she  cares  to  admit  with  the  abundance  of  disappearances  occurring  as  of  late.  there  are  no  doubts  of  his  faithfulness  but  the  woman  knows  there  is  more  than  what  he  tells  her.  it  creeps  on  the  horizon;  FEAR  of  what  moment  will  be  the  last  she  sees  his  smile  or  the  crinkles  by  his  eyes.  the  weight  of  it  feels  as  if  it’ll  crush  her  at  any  moment  but  she  carries  it  regardless  because  along  with  the  fear  comes  every  other  emotion  she  harbors  for  the  man.  it  keeps  her  by  his  side  through  it  all  ready  to  be  his  strength  if  there’s  a  burden  he  no  longer  can  bare  alone.  “  and  yet  the  damage  is  done.  ”  melanie  strokes  her  fingertips  against  his  back  as  if  he  is  the  one  seeking  comfort,  a  comfort  of  her  own  settling  when  he  tells  her  there  is  no  other  business  to  attend  to.  she  assumes  there  is  but  he’s  with  her  now  and  it’s  a  gesture  met  with  great  appreciation.  “  will  you  lay  with  me ?  i  just  want  you  be  with  you.  ”  blood  still  stains  the  skin  of  her  collarbone  but  it  no  longer  plagues  her  as  the  reflection  in  the  mirror  goes  ignored.  

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bencvolentways‌:

“Oh I can only imagine. My parents put me in private school before moving to Valdez. I do remember those days. And you did end up beating them, right?” Tas flashed Ana a smile and then shook her head in response. “I dabble. Hardly a professional though. But maybe you can show me a few tricks.” She ordered them both a drink and eased into the bar stool. “I’m glad we came out tonight. It’s been a while since you and I spent any time together.” 

“  always  –––  petrans  don’t  know  how  to  lose.  ”  and  if  they  ever  did  it  was  strategic  in  nature.  anastasia  slips  onto  the  barstool  beside  tas  and  gives  a  nod  of  thanks  for  the  ordered  drink  before  agreeing  with  the  sentiment.  “  it  has  been  awhile  but  for  the  life  of  me  i  couldn’t  imagine  why; maybe  since  you’ve  been  spending  so  much  time  with  one  of  my  besties.  how  are  you  and  dear  bash ?  ”

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jcytaylor‌:

                “must be nice.” she replied as she followed him down the sidewalk, letting him take the lead since she didn’t know where they were going. “ah –i see. should be easy then.” at least she hope. but people loved to complicate things sometimes. 

“  if  it  was  easy  then  they  would  have  sent  only  one  of  us.  ”  truthfully  lorenzo  hopes  for  a  fight  –––  he  thrives  off  the  violence  of  it  all  and  it’s  been  too  long  since  the  last  time  he’s  punched  someone  not  in  a  sparring  match.  brass  knuckles  weight  heavily  in  his  back  pocket  but  he  doesn’t  reach  for  them  quite  yet.  “  where’d  you  get  the  bruises  from ?  ”

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cobraxangel‌:

angel looked up when she heard a soft cough, putting on her more professional face. “hi. yeah just a second. i can look that up for you, no problem,” she replied, sitting in front of the computer at the desk. she made a few clicks. “weird clanking noise, right? it’s actually finished. i’m surprised no one called you,” she replied, frowning. it was amazing sometimes how the shop stayed in business with some of the other mechanics that worked there. 

“  that’s  the  one.  ”  melanie  waits  patiently  as  the  woman  clicks  away  at  the  computer;  fingernails  drumming  against  the  counter  until  she  feels  a  slickness  against  the  hardwood  and  pulls  her  hand  away  from  the  slight  grease  spot.  she  scrunches  her  nose  before  brows  arch  at  the  fact  her  car  is  already  done.  “  of  course  it  is  –––  a  phone  call  may  be  too  much  to  ask  for  these  days,  ”  she  says  without  any  malicious  feelings  towards  the  woman  simply  doing  her  job.  “  how  much  do  i  owe  you  then  ?  ”

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sarpelui‌:

TALKING  TO  LORENZO  REMINDED  serah  of  after  school  conversations  between  her  and  elle  .  how  was  your  day  ?    oh  ,  fine  .  are  we  out  of  fruit  snacks  ?  what  did  you  do  today  ?  i  think  i  want  a  haircut  mom  ,  casey  from  class  says  split  ends  are  for  the  devil  .  she’s  practically  impenetrable  to  the  constant  dodging  she  could  make  a  sport  of  it  and  when  a  smile  graces  her  lips  she  instead  laughs  .  it’s  in  best  interest  to  dodge  his  promise  after  all  .  ❛    yeah  ,  this  is  great  ,    ❜  she  fusses  through  the  back  of  the  cart  and  pulls  out  a  garbage  bag  ,  slipping  the  leaves  inside  with  ease  before  dusting  her  hands  together  .  ❛    hey  ,  do  you  uh  …  do  you  live  at  the  estate  ?  or  do  you  have  a  place  of  your  own  ?    ❜  

lorenzo  stays  back  as  serah  does  her  good  deed  of  the  day  (  or  her  fifth  he’s  sure  )  and  instead  choose  to  take  a  cigarette  out  from  the  back  in  his  pocket.  he  walks  around  to  the  other  side  of  the  golf  cart  and  takes  a  seat  with  his  legs  hanging  out  the  side  as  she  takes  another  shot  into  his  private  life.  he  gives  her  credit  for  trying.  “  i  have  my  own  place  –––  why,  you  looking  to  come  around  for  some  quality  time ?  ”  lorenzo  takes  a  slow  drag  of  his  cigarette;  brows  arched  as  he  blows  smoke  slowly  through  his  nostrils.  “  i’m  flattered,  serah.  ”

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screndipitv‌:

A smile crossed his face at the woman’s words, blowing out his smoke before looking at her so it didn’t go in her direction. “Better is subjective.” Sometimes he felt like the only person in Valdez who wasn’t much of a weed person. He much preferred alcohol and the occasional cigarette. But, to each their own. “As fun as anyone could have at these things. I don’t understand town events anymore.” A quick peek inside and he smiled a little. “But, my mom is here and having fun and so I’m here until she is.” He’d be damned if anything happened to her.

“  well  isn’t  that  sweet  ––  a  regular  ole’  mamma’s  boy.  ”  anastasia  teases  with  innocence  as  she  leans  back  against  the  step  behind  her  to  rest  on  her  elbows.  it  gives  for  a  better  view  of  the  night  sky  above  them  and  the  stars  are  her  favorite  thing  to  watch  while  high.  “  it’s  cute  but  i  don’t  know  how  much  watching  you  can  do  from  out  here.  ”  she  peeks  up  at  him  with  an  amused  smile  before  motioning  to  the  space  next  to  her.  “  come  on  –––  sit  with  me.  ”

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cobraxangel‌:

“yeah, see that’s really not going to work for me. i ordered those parts at least a week ago so they should be in. and guess who’s without parts still? so figure it out and get them delivered,” she snapped into the phone before hanging up, annoyed that the parts for her car still weren’t in yet. she let out a groan and shook her head. “people,” she muttered.

melanie  waits  for  the  young  woman  to  finish  on  the  phone  before  coughing  softly  to  make  her  presence  known.  her  car  has  been  in  the  shop  to  repair  a  weird  clanking  noise  from  the  engine  and  with  no  word  yet  on  an  estimated  deadline  for  when  it’ll  be  complete  she  decided  to  take  the  time  on  her  lunch  break  to  inquire  in  person.  “  yes  hi  –––  i’m  here  about  the  mercedes,  last  name  kent.  do  you  by  any  chance  know  when  the  repairs  will  be  finished?  ”

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bencvolentways‌:

“Well, that’s definitely true.” Otherwise, they wouldn’t have their shared slice of amusement right now. Tas eyed each and every patron that dared look at Ana the wrong way and then looked over to her friend as she organized her earnings. “Perfect. Let’s.” She opens the door for Ana and leaves the premises in favor of the bar. “That was incredible, by the way. Where’d you learn how to play like that?” 

“  you’d  be  surprised  how  much  free  time  someone  has  on  their  hands  at  an  all  girl’s  boarding  school  –––  and  we  always  wanted  to  make  sure  we  beat  the  boys  from  the  school  on  the  opposite  side  of  the  hill.  ”  fond  memories  indeed  when  ana  thinks  back  to  her  time  away  in  school.  it  was  bittersweet  considering  the  time  spent  away  from  her  brothers  but  in  the  end  they  found  their  way  back  to  one  another  (  at  least  for  a  short  while  anyways  ).  “  And  what  about  you,  ever  get  bit  my  the  gambling  bug?  ”

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wrathfillcd‌:

❝ that’s alright ─ clearly, i am. ❞ she’s not entirely convinced that anastasia isn’t, either, but she’s more than happy to play the part for the two of them if necessary. there’s plenty of salt to go around and surely a lot of wounds just waiting for it. the fact that it includes men and their bruised egos only makes it better. cassandra walks beside ana to the more secluded spot, a thoughtful expression as she sits down and considers what her desired drink will be. ❝ i’ll have the same. ❞ she eventually settles with a smile. it’s not what she usually drinks but it does sound appealing for the moment. ❝ tell me what’s new with you. it’s been a while, hasn’t it? ❞ 

once  their  alone  her  full  attention  returns  to  cassandra  and  truthfully  she’s  happy  for  the  moment  alone.  in  such  a  male  driven  world  she  often  seeks  the  company  of  women.  “  besides  the  usual  drama  of  having  the  last  name  petran ?  nothing  out  of  the  ordinary.  ”  she  teases  with  a  smile  as  their  martinis  are  set  down  in  front  of  them  to  quench  the  thirst  built  up  from  before.  “  i’m  digging  up  one  of  my  mother’s  old  recipes  for  the  pot  luck  this  weekend  –––  it’s  been  ages  since  i’ve  stepped  foot  in  a  kitchen  for  anything  other  than  a  pint  of  ice  cream.  what  about  you ?  ”    

[mymouthisfullofstars]

my big brother is a dragon. at night, he stands guard at my door. there is a monster with heavy footsteps who walks the hallway sometimes, and he wants to come in, but my brother won’t let him. my big brother is a dragon. when scary things come round at night, he turns them to ash and smoke. as if they never were. my big brother has wings. great, scaly things, they. he could fly anywhere in the world. to china. australia. the moon. but he won’t. my big brother stands guard at my door all night. because monsters taste better than moon rocks. and little sisters are more important than a whole country. or a continent. or a continent-that-is-also-a-country-that-is-also-a-continent. or the moon. the moon is not my big brother’s little sister. i am. and at night, when the footsteps walk the hallway, i’m not afraid. because my big brother stands guard at my door. and my big brother is a dragon.

nickallaurus (via mymouthisfullofstars)

@sarpelui

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jcytaylor‌:

she relaxed when she saw it was just lorenzo there. “ i can’t live up to myself all the time, now can i? ” she responded with a slight shrug. this was one of the many reasons she hated her name. but she could never bring herself to change it. “ where are we off to now? “ joy asked, curious. she was never one to complain about her line of work. if there was work to be done, she did it. pain or no pain.

“  so  glad  my  mother  didn’t  give  me  a  name  with  expectations  attached  to  it.  ”  he  shoves  off  the  wall  and  nods  for  her  to  follow  as  he  starts  walking  down  the  sidewalk  ---  their  destination  not  far  from  where  they  already  are.  “  someone  owes  us  a  debt  and  we’re  going  to  go  collect.  ”

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dysfcnctional‌:

          in spite of his friendly nature, corey couldn’t help but remain a bit tense in the woman’s presence. she wasn’t exactly an ally and quite the opposite — she was aligned with the man’s rivals. but even this wasn’t entirely enough to make the special operative to become suddenly introverted… just a little more careful. he took his hand away from the still hidden gun and took a deep breath, smiling briefly at melanie. ❛ i don’t know what you’re talking about. ❜ a clear lie. ❛ but don’t worry, there will be no accidents here tonight. and what is it that you are holding? a pie? ❜

melanie  knows  a  bullshitter  when  she  sees  one.  lips  press  into  a  thin  line  as  a  brow  arches  clear  he’s  caught  in  his  lie.  “  stupid  isn’t  a  good  look  on  anyone.  ”  the  blonde  sets  the  pie  down  on  the  table  where  there’s  an  open  space  and  takes  the  label  she  made  to  prop  beside  it.  she  sets  it  neatly  to  properly  label  the  store-bought  dessert  then  glances  back  at  corey  with  a  nod.  “  it  is  –––  cherry  pie ;  a  classic.  ”  

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