lips like morphine

the winter from tevinter!

to want and be wanted

❝ are you all very stoned? ❞

❝ god! what is your childhood trauma?! ❞

❝ i want to date, and shop, and hang out, and save the world from unspeakable evil. you know, girly stuff. ❞

❝ i know you'll never love me. ❞

❝ love isn't brains, children, it's blood. blood screaming inside you to work its will. ❞

❝ i know i'm a monster, but you treat me like a man. ❞

❝ you wanna go steal some stuff? ❞

❝ why is it always the virgin women who have to do the sacrificing? ❞

❝ i know what you're doing. you think if you get me mad enough i won't be so scared AND HEY, it's working! ❞

❝ i'm not exactly quaking in my stylish yet affordable boots here. ❞

❝ great, now I'm gonna be stuck with serious thoughts all day. ❞

 ❝ i may be love's bitch, but at least i'm man enough to admit it. ❞

❝ sorry, but i'm an old fashioned gal. i was raised to believe that men dig up the corpses and the women have the babies. ❞

❝ we saved the world. i say we party. ❞

❝ your mouth is open and sound is coming out. this is never good.. ❞

❝ i'm afraid we're having a slight apocalypse ❞

❝ demons after money. what ever happened to the still-beating heart of a virgin? no one has any standards anymore. ❞

❝ well, i'll just jump off that bridge when I come to it. ❞

❝ i believe the subtext here is rapidly becoming text. ❞

❝ i'm way off my game. my game's left the country. it's in cuernavaca.. ❞

❝ it's like talking to a wall. only you get more from a wall. ❞

❝ the hardest thing in this world… is to live in it.. ❞

❝ and you have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone. ❞

❝ you know what, i was wrong. you are an idiot. ❞

the  provocations  of  their  rabbit  hole  plunder  entice  a  gleam  in  laura's  eyes ,  perhaps  not  for  the  obvious  reasons .  it's  been  a  few  years  she's  retired  the  title  as  assassin  [  liberated  from  such  obligations ] ,  but  she  was  a  tactician  through  and  through .  and  rogue  was  speaking  to  a  nature  she's  long  left  dormant  since  trading  in  bodies  for  pumpkins .  laura  brings  one  of  her  claws  to  her  lips ,  picking  off  a  piece  of  pumpkin  guts  to  munch  on  while  she  mused  over  rogue's  proposition .

she's  got  a  point ,  you  know .  laura  offers  a  form  of  reassurance ,  ❝  don't  worry ,  i  won't  miss .  ❞  this  earning  her  a  tired ,  disapproving  sigh  from  their  audience  ransacking  the  fridge .  [  damn ,  kids  these  days .  ]  of  which  laura  is  far  too  invested  to  be  derailed  by  a  concerned  judgement .  ❝  surprise  you ,  huh ?  i  can  think  of  twenty - seven  different  ways ,  most  are  quick . ❞

it's not that rogue is morbid, or that she wants to die- a common misconception people have when it comes to the goth aesthetic she has shrouded herself in- she just isn't as thrown off by the idea as some of the rest of the mansion. as an avid horror novel and movie enjoyer there's something to be said for probing the dark depths of the mind of an assassin on how best to kill someone or something that can best be described as 'unstable'. her powers, not her personality. she's doing much better these days.

so the reassurance that she wouldn't miss actually bring a little grin to rogue's lips. "ah appreciate that. " anything less than total annihilation and there's a chance, however small, that she'd somehow manage to turn on a stolen healing factor or something much worse. maybe. it isn't worth testing. " twenty seven? dang, that's a lot. " maybe she should be more worried about laura seemingly having twenty seven almost guaranteed ways to kill her, and probably everyone else. she isn't that worried.

❝  —  who  said  i  needed  a  trap  to  kill  you ? ❞  laura  mused  quite  absentmindedly ,  too  entertained  with  her  butchered  pumpkin  carving  that  was  resembling  less  like  a  work  of  art  and  more  like  a  murder  scene . 

a  familiar  grumble  announces  his  presence ,  stalking  towards  the  fridge  to  steal  himself  a  cold  beverage .  he  recognizes  his  stumble  into  a  land  mine  of  conversations ,  having  no  part  in  whatever  horror  shitshow  teenage  girls  talk  about  these  days . 

who said she needed a trap? the question is posed, sinister and lingering- logan mumbles across the room and buries his head in the fridge as though that might prevent either of them from noticing him. rogue taps her lip with the handle of her own pumpkin carving knife, looking at laura instead of the toothy grin of the halloween decorations they are working on. (and whoever decided these two could be trusted with knives is sure to be rethinking their choices once they see the horror show they've made).

" it's gotta be a surprise, " she says, as if pondering her own demise is just an average evening activity. " 'cause you'll only get one chance. " the southern goth is more than happy to step up to the plate if they're being vaguely threatening and a little spooky. " so i'm not sayin' it has ta be a trap, but ya gotta do somethin' surprisin'. " which she is fully aware of laura's capability to do. but she's also trusting her not to.

that one vocab test question haunts me so i drew it