part of a m a c h i n e.

         ‘ no, no, that’s not - ‘ god, she needed to stop talking. every word that came out of her mouth seemed to only make things worse. which was really just the icing on top of the shitty cake that was her day. or night. or both. ‘ sorry, ‘ she mumbled, not meeting his eyes. ‘ i’m just gonna… ‘ figuring out some way to make herself look like an idiot might be a good place to start. that, or disappearing into nothingness. ‘ now would be a really great time to be able to turn invisible, ‘ she said, half to herself. it’d certainly come in handy at times like this - far more than her relatively useless powers.

        It really was awful of him to taunt the poor girl like he was. But, he couldn't help himself.         She made it far TOO EASY for one thing. For another, there was nothing that Winn quite        enjoyed more than getting some kind of reaction from people. He typically dealt with those      that were just as snarky as he was. But, this one? This one was more flustered and embarassed.         IT WAS CUTE. His head tilted casually to the side, " Invisibility? That would be a good one        to have but I think my use for it would be a little unsavory. "

         when bash had stepped out into sight he hadn’t exactly expected a warm welcome . didn’t think there’d be any red carpets rolled out or confetti cannons at the ready . after all , how could he when things were the way that they were . winn was still following their no-good , b a c k s t a b b i n g , sorry excuse for a father , & bash was still on the opposite side of the fight . but he’d never thought it would have come this far .  ‘  she’s DEAD winn ….  ’   were the first words out of his mouth as he looked his brother straight in the eyes . he hadn’t come to play games , or tie pretty ribbons around the truth just to make it more appealing in hopes that he would listen . no , he was done with all of that .  ‘   whatever you think you’re doing here , it’s not worth it .. it never was , it never will be .  ’  he could feel his chest grow tighter with every word , his heart filled to the very brim with years of pent up pain and anger & SADNESS of the things he never said but  w i s h e d  he had .  ‘   i know i taught you to be hard .. but not like this . — we’re falling apart , more and more every single fucking day and as much as i keep t r y i n g , i cant keep everything together anymore .  ’  his voice broke on the last word , much like his heart had as he desperately tried to S A L V A G E what little remained of his family .

                  Winn recalled that for his entire life that it had been Sebastian that he had                   looked up to. Sebastian whom he had regarded as being a pillar of strength                 in his family. Someone to look up to, someone to model himself after. So, him                   having to see his brother so broken felt like it was b r e a k i n g him too. He                   could feel that IRRITATING lump in his throat start to form as he managed to                 force himself to look at his brother. " I know.. " His voice cracked despite all the                  effort he gave to keep it from doing so. He'd done all this. He had sacrificed his                   morals and beliefs to keep her safe--to keep them safe--and she still ended up                  dead. The male reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose, a DESPERATE move                   to keep the tears from spilling from his eyes.         His head shook in response to his next words. " You don't understand, " Winn argued.         The event that had occured did anything but make Winn think that he needed to move         away from this. If anything, it drove his little vendetta harder. He had to figure out if his         father had anything to do with the incident that had killed his sister. If he did, he would         take him down PERSONALLY. The best way that he could think to figure that out is to         keep himself planted by his father's side. He felt like he had his fathers trust now. What's         that thing they say about keeping your friends close? Oh right. You keep your enemies        closer.                  " I am doing this for a reason and it's not because I suddenly like our father, " He                  responded, careful to keep his voice low.

      haven twisted around so quickly at the sound of a voice behind her that she almost fell off. only her hand desperately clinging to the nearest thing she could find - the fabric of his shirt, to be specific - kept her from winding up on the ground. a blush quickly painted her cheeks, as she sat there, too confused to work out what to do now. getting up would probably be a good place to start…  ‘ i didn’t - i’m not - ‘ she tried to explain, but instead she just sounded like a stammering idiot. of course. ‘ i thought you were a chair. ‘ which…wasn’t actually any better.

                                       His eyebrows rose when the girl nearly fell off his lap and grabbed his shirt.                       A smirk of amusement tugged at his lips as he met her gaze. One good thing                       about this exchange was that it at least got his mind far away from his woes--                      if only for a moment. He couldn't help but to laugh at her last comment and his                       head shook as he gave a LOW WHISTLE.             " A chair, huh? " He questioned, " Well, that's definitely a confidence blow. "

                It was another sleepless night. He had had them a lot since joining the                 reapers. But, after what happened, they had just seemed to increase.                 He wandered the streets just like he typically did on these nights that                 he couldn't sleep. Probably not a good idea in reaper territory. But, he                 wasn't really worried about it with being his father's son. The bastard                  having so much influence on the reapers had some benefit at least.                 It wasn't too long of walking through the dark streets that he felt that                 someone was FOLLOWING him. He turned to face the figure as he                 sent a jolt of electricity just to the right of them--a warning. The light                 from the sparks revealed that it was his brother that stalked after him.         There were many things that he wanted to say to him--especially now.           Especially now that they had both lost Sawyer. But, he couldn't bring        himself to say any of them. Instead, he spoke a gruff reminder, " You        shouldn't be in this part of town, Sebastian. " The use of his brother's        full name felt FOREIGN on his tongue. He never called him Sebastian.         It was always Bash--especially since as a baby he couldn't even say         Sebastian. But, this was what was best. It was best to keep it formal.

        ‘ i just…need to sit down for a minute. ‘ words spoken in a soft, almost inaudible tone as she practically collapsed onto the seat. or tried - apparently her aim was a little off. that wasn’t a seat underneath her ; it was a person, and well. this was definitely…awkward.

        He was EXHAUSTED. The past twenty-four hours had taken a definite toll on him.        From being strung out of his mind to losing his sister, it was all so much. It showed         in his posture as he finally got the chance to just sit. His torso slumped as he sat in          the chair and showed how DEFEATED he felt. Blue eyes had been trained to the         ground, so he hadn't noticed the blonde until he felt a weight on his lap. His head         snapped up and his eyebrows raised as he looked at her in confusion, but soon a         weak smirk appeared on his features as he addressed her.                 " You know, I'm all for bold moves but this is a BIT forward even for me. "

☣ Would they kill someone close to them if they had to?

☹ Name one person they would kill for.

  “ Okay but.. do you mean the music or the people because those chicks are still pretty hot.. “

☎ How would they react to receiving a phone call from a deceased love one? 

   Honestly, the one person that Winn wishes that he could talk to right now–wishes that he had gotten more time with–is his older sister. He is filled with regret for not explaining to her the reasons why he felt he had to turn his back on his siblings. He is filled with even more guilt for not being there to save her. So, if he were to get a call from her, he would probably just break. Everything that he is holding in and trying to keep buried deep down would just pour out.

            fear. it was all she could feel, and haven could no longer tell its source. had it come from another, and crawled its way into her heart? or was this fear entirely her own, clawed its way out of her chest and now radiating from her like a curse? what she was scared of she couldn’t tell - only that she needed to get away. it was all her fears realised when a hand caught at the fragile silk of her dress, anger washing over her as the other spoke. his words made no sense - she couldn’t tell what language he was speaking, or if it was her own mind that failed to comprehend them. ‘ let go of me, ‘ haven insisted, struggling against the strong grip.

                Let go of me. For a moment, there was something different about the                voice that was speaking to him. He blinked once, twice. Winn could have                 swore for a moment that instead of his father he saw a blonde girl, about                his age who looked terrified of him. His head shook, " NO. No, I'm not--                 I'm not letting you out of my sight. " His voice remained firm though his                 grip had loosened slightly with his confusion over what he saw.