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The idea of belonging to someone is repulsive, foreign but not quite out of reach for her– namely when she’s around Jin. It’s not that she wants to be claimed exactly but the way he looks at her is so utterly filled with danger that she can’t seem to tear mind or eyes away from the raven haired boy she sparingly spends time with. For quite some time, she was convinced that not a soul on earth, heaven or hell could possibly sway her attention. Sure, there’s a surly writer whom she beds from time to time but even after she grows bored of him, along with whatever men/women make the mistake of taking to her. It’s so few and far between that the ex-idol shows up at her doorstep and maybe that’s it; maybe that’s why she finds herself aching to breathe in the same smoke filled air they tend to share. He interests her so and she teeters on the edge of insanity with him, not sure if one moment he may eat her alive or she may just drag him to the underworld where they both feel they belong. The phrase is abrupt and barely fits into the conversation, yet the dating scandal she’d been placed in by her publicists was so recent that maybe Jin was feeling sore that it hadn’t been him in the tabloids beside her. Did he crave the attention he’d once had as an idol? Surely not. But his little claim on her cause an abrupt laugh from the ingenue, even caused her to raise a hand to rest against his cheek.“The wolf and the rabbit are such an odd pair, don’t you think? Is the poor little bunny a meal or a companion? I suppose time will tell. ”

The knife is too shiny when she sees it and it’s a shame that such a thing caught her eye. A smiling reflection even beams back, as if the tool is taunting her with an alternate version of herself-- free and blissfully unaware of the world and it’s horrors. The Evie staring into the glossy metal knows horror exists, but she’s yet to experience it. What no one knows is that she craves it because the wash of red spilling from a vein for her is life and pleasure and all of that is taboo.  She thanks her parents for that. What if she could leap through, into that glistening and sharp mirror and live a life of agony. Painted in red like the girl she so often was in her slumber. It was so unfortunate, that a girl like Evie had such dream because eventually the smiling girl in the reflective knife was whispering to her.                                “ Do it. DO IT, BITCH. DO IT. DO IT. DO IT. “ And Evie Jeon was never one to back down from a challenge.  A slice to her inner thigh and it was a release she’d never quite experienced, not even through carnal exploits. The way the red liquid rolled down it’s milky flesh background entranced Evie and for several seconds she almost wants to go further-- to cut at her ripe, pale skin again. Maybe even to brush a finger through the trickling blood for a quick taste, but she wouldn’t dare.                                               Not yet. This was only the beginning.

Sometimes Evie really does have feelings of normalcy that aren’t forced. Lust, small bouts of happiness, and even smaller tinges of guilt. Today was a guilt moment and that’s the one she hated the most. It was a nuisance to feel and it never lasted long, but it was impossible to ignore when it did rear it’s ugly head.Guilt came in the form of Riley’s uttered sentence to the brunette, who’d done her fair share of torturing the poor rapper despite maybe not originally having the intention to. He was too many things for her; too nice, too good, too smiley and too normal. At no point would Evie fit into his life and it was that fact that drove them apart after a short fling, one she knows never should have existed. Eventually he’d wised up, like so many did and shed her like a snake shedding skin. He really was smart. But even after all the irritation Evie caused him she wouldn’t let another apology follow her original. “ Not anymore. “They both knew she was the crazy one.

“A taste–”Evie craved such wondrous and vile things. Such fantasies of blood and death and destruction only few knew of and Clem wasn’t one of them. Not yet, at least. There were reasons and it’s not that the actress was ashamed to indulge in the spilling of secrets with her friend ( sister, companion, best friend ) it was that she just couldn’t bring herself to offend Clementine. That’s a story for another time.For right now there’s ice cream dripping down onto Evie’s fingers and she has to snap back into a dull reality, where Jackson and Dylan were whining like petulant puppies to taste the red velvet treat she held in her hands. “ Ah– yea, sorry! Go ahead and eat the rest. I’ve got a brain freeze. “

"Shut up for once, would you?"

" I'm sorry to hear that you're mourning my company-- is it true when they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder? "

[ ➡️ Big Bad Wolf ] the real question is-- do I give a flying fuck? stop being an asshole and be at my apartment in 10 or I'll take up dentistry whilst you sleep (⌒▽⌒)