𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑-𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃.

        ❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒, but you haven’t given me a single kiss. WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF? ❞

HE’S  ACTING  LIKE  NOTHING  HAPPENED,      trying  to  pretend  the  last  five  years  never  happened.    there’s  obvious  tension  between  them  though,    not  talking  about  what  they  clearly  need  to.    he  ignores  it   (   because  that’s  what  he  does  best  )   and  she  washes  the  dishes  more  aggressively    —   it’s  clearly  working  out  great  so  far.    he’s  leaning  against  the  door  frame,   arms  crossed  with  a  dorky  smile,   he  loves  that  kid  and  he  hates  that  he’s  missed  out  on  so  much.     “   yeah,   he  was  great.   out  like  a  light.   told  him  the  same  story  my  mom  used  to  tell  me   before  bed.   ”      the  one  about  the  girl  who  ran  away  from  home  because  she  fell  in  love  with  the  creatures  that  her  parents  hated,   leaves  out  the  fact  that  it’s  a  true  story,   just  like  his  mom  did.    

a  step  forward,   gently  taking  the  plate  from  her  hands.    “  don’t  take  it  out  on  the  plate.  ”   the  words  are  quiet,   so  unlike  him  but  at  the  same  time  the  tone  is  still  him    –   he’s  become  so  quiet  in  his  time  away,   spent  so  much  time  by  himself  he  had  no  other  choice.   his  movements,  though,   so  quick  and  shaky,   are  still  so  him.     “  does  he  know ?   about  what  scott  is  ?  about  how  the  whole  world  is  filled  with  assholes  with  claws  and  fangs  who  wanna  rip  your  throat  out  and  ruin  your  entire  life  ?  ”    he  imitates  a  very  weak  growling  sound  with  his  hands  up,   in  form  of  claws,   he’s  trying  to  make  her  laugh    –    he  misses  her  laugh.    

        𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄. scott cleaned through three plates of spaghetti at dinner before ducking out the door. tyler demanded no less than his father’s presence before bed. and allison argent is STILL NURSING A HEART BROKEN by stiles stilinski. it is a wretched thing to ache like this. it is terribly miserable that she is so very soft, so terribly vulnerable and susceptible to the way he worms his way back into her life ( ʜᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ᴅɪᴅ ʜᴇ﹖ ᴅɪᴅ ʜᴇ﹖ ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅᴘʀɪɴᴛs sᴛɪʟʟ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀɪʙᴄᴀɢᴇ﹖ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜɪᴘʙᴏɴᴇ﹖ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴏʏ ɪɴ ʜɪs ʀᴏᴏᴍ ʟᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sʟᴇᴇᴘ ʙʏ ʜɪs ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ’s ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ﹖ ). ❝ mm. you’ll have to tell me that one some time. ❞ doesn’t know if she means it. doesn’t know if she can stand it. can barely stand this, here, BEING NEAR HIM. 

𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  .  𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐔𝐓  ,  simmering there  ,  like there is a lot she can retaliate with  .  and there IS  .  one of lydia’s many talents was that biting tongue of hers  ,  those scalding words  .  but she doesn’t want to hurt allison  ,  here or ever  ,  so lydia swallows it with a warning glance  ,  lets it melt into something softer at the other’s smile  .

that  ,  too  ,  melts off  .

❛   god  ,  allison  .   ❜    it comes  ,  that rise the other was looking for  .  chin juts in surprise  ,  gaze snapping  .  but calms quick  ,  as lydia always does  ,  grabs the situation back into her palms easy easy  .  kind of  .    ❛   who the hell says boinking  ?  are you five  ?   ❜

        𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐘𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒. something almost weapon-sharp in the line of her shoulders, ready for attack, and allison NEARLY WINCES at the idea of lydia preparing for something as brutal as a war from people she thought were supposed to care about her ( ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ﹐ ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ﹐ ᴛᴇʀʀɪʙʟᴇ ᴛᴇʀʀɪʙʟᴇ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀs ). her hand tightens, just a little, thumb brushing as far as it can reach and back, SORRY SORRY SORRY, before settling on her knee instead.

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐋  :  𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒  ,  𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒  ,  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 one allison argent would know one lydia martin with just the simplest of looks  .  the barest of glances  .  allison looks  ,  now  ,  and sees a glimpse of the heart lydia is hiding  .  she doesn’t mean to hide  ,  not from allison  —  it was just habit  ,  sometimes  .  guilt simmers  ,  but so does fear  .    ❛   if i maybe knew what you were referring to  —   ❜

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃  ,  𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  ,  𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑  .  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 any death she has called  (  you don’t need to go that far  ,  lydia  )  ,  but she will not let allison sense that  .  lydia steals the spoon  ,  sword  -  from  -  stone  ,  shoves a big spoonful into her mouth like savior  .  eats  ,  slow  ,  for a long moment  ,  nonchalant and easy  .  no fear  ,  no fear  .    ❛   between who  ?   ❜

Allison Argent LV.41 Ranger HP ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ MP ⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜ ATK ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜ DEF ⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜ LCK ⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜ SPD ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ STA ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜

JOHN KEATS.   the lavender in sunsets, flowers in the rain, sunlight slipping through clouds, lazy summer afternoons, the heavy scent of musk, flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books, fireflies on a cool summer night, being wrapped in fresh bed sheets, the ache of wanting what you can never have, dripping sunlight like gold, loving someone so exquisite, soft lips and soft whispers, fingers through hair, names of lovers carved in trees, broken glass, the insistence of being perpetually dreamy.

F. SCOTT FITZGERALD.   crisp winter skies with cold bright stars, mahogany wood, the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog, empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room, bruised arms reaching out into the darkness, cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol, a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered, a bad thunderstorm occurring at the end of a beautiful day, the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment, your favorite sweater, parties spilling into four a.m. with the stars above spinning and dancing, the contrast of blood against snow, a purple split lip oozing blood, black eyes fading to blue to pale skin, the butterflies of falling in love for the first time, the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries, the romanticization of self-destruction.

FRANZ KAFKA.  the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future, decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there, the way not even light can escape a black hole, the rich smell of old books, delicate veins in the wrist, ghosts filling lungs, shattered bones, raindrops on the tongue, rusting metal, nostalgia that aches, the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head.

H.P. LOVECRAFT. the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave, pouring rain and mud, a child’s fear of the dark, thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never-ending ocean, the silence of three a.m., ouija boards and urban legends.

JACK KEROUAC. the brisk pine air of being on a mountain, travels without a destination, those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory, screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive, coffee shops late at night, car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark, naps spent in the sun, novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins, the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders, ignoring flaws and loving life, wind through hair, depression as fog in the brain, impossible ideals, a quiet sunrise, walks alone, when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe, dazzling people, open lands stretching out into infinity, falling in love with being alive.

EDGAR ALLAN POE. the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog, hollow bones, a preserved heart held in hands, twinkling stars above an old graveyard, the way everything turns to dust, silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom, self-inflicted flames, perfection depicted as a rotting corpse, death as bricks in the heart, lips barely brushing against each other, glassy glazed eyes, biting into a lemon, heart-shaped bruises, rotting flowers on a grave, dried blood and spilled liquor, the hush of dusk when it begins raining, the intimacy of a secret.

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PLACE IN SOCIETY

♦ Financial : wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty. ♦ Medical : fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged ♦ Class or Caste : upper / middle / working / slave / unsure ♦ Education : qualified / unqualified / studying ♦ Criminal Record : yes / yes, for minor crimes  / no / has aided / committed crimes but not caught yet

FAMILY ♦ Marital status : married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated / widowed or widower / verse dependent ♦ Children : has a child or children / has no children / wants children / verse dependent ♦ Relationship with Family : close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased ♦ Affiliation : orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s)

TRAITS + TENDENCIES ♦ extroverted / introverted / in between ♦ disorganized / organized / in between. ♦ close-minded / open-minded / in between. ♦ calm / anxious / in between ♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between ♦ cautious / reckless / in between ♦ patient / impatient / in between ♦ outspoken / reserved / in between. ♦ leader / follower / in between ♦ empathetic / apathetic / in between ♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between ♦ traditional / modern / in between ♦ hard-working / lazy / in between ♦ cultured / uncultured / in between ♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown ♦ faithful / unfaithful / in between

BELIEFS ♦ Faith : monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / nontheistic ♦ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. ♦ Belief in an Afterlife : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. ♦ Belief in Reincarnation : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. ♦ Belief in Aliens : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. ♦ Philosophical : yes / no / don’t know

SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ♦ Sexuality : heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / demisexual. ♦ Sex : sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable. ♦ Romance : romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable ♦ Sexually : adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious ♦ Potential Sexual Partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all ♦ Potential Romantic Partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all

ABILITIES ♦ Combat Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ♦ Literacy Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ♦ Artistic Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ♦ Technical Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

HABITS ♦ Drinking Alcohol : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ♦ Smoking : trying to quit / never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ♦ Other Narcotics : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ♦ Medicinal Drugs : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ♦ Indulgent Food : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ♦ Splurge Spending : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ♦ Gambling : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess