HONEY .✧✷

“Why do you break down every time I’m driving through highly populated areas, huh? Piece of shit truck,” Stefan muttered and kicked the wheel before propping open the hood. “On the bright side, it wasn’t the middle of the road this time,” he spoke quietly to himself in annoyance, lucky enough to move to the side before it gave out completely.

“ do you need help ?? ” the wolf questioned, approaching the boy carefully. her eyes examined the truck, though it did neither of them any good. “ yeah, i’m doing a grand job with assisting and all.. i can call someone -- unless staring somehow heals your truck. ”

      times of TRAGEDY inevitably bring one of two things: the best, or the worst in you. it’s in the midst of chaos, black & white morals dissolve into colors; & hers? god, how they burn feverishly, BLAZING. red-hot, spirit-scorching flames theaten to engulf her whole, that shield of  ( f i r e ) meant not for war but protection, those red roses that bloom inside cracked rib cages have grown wild, untamed; thorns now dig into ivory flesh, it stings but you won’t hear her cries. so search beyond these GATES & dig through the vines, put your bruised knuckles & calloused fingers to work & you’ll find— the light, it radiates from her core bright as a beacon. “ i wish there was MORE i could do to help. ” lithe fingers squeeze her bandaged wrist, dark hues corrupting alabaster complexion; COMPASSION’S battle wound. honeyed gaze clouded with festering worry, digits search for comfort in the familiarity of ebony fur & purring of her faithful companion.

“ you’re doing as much as needed. don’t worry yourself too much. ”

& |           MIND focused on the a s i n i n e text that he’d has to read not once, not twice, but THREE times to believe ( from none other than his little sister ), asher let out a frustrated groan before pocketing the offensive piece of technology. ‘ TEENAGE GIRLS. i will never understand them. ’

“ they only get worse. ” she stated simply, recalling the trouble her niece had given her throughout high school. “ i didn’t mean to intrude on the conversation your having with yourself, but you appear extremely troubled about it. ” 

                           ❝  just around , ❞ he answered vaguely , never one to give away his secrets. he snorted , crossing his arms && looking miffed. ❝of course they didn’t , just who do you think i am ? ❞

her brother’s response didn’t surprise her, she gave him a slight eye roll. pushing the box away back to the front of julian. “ right, i forget you could take something without even me noticing. why do you need that much ?? ” she replied with another question. “ i’m only interested because there’s nothing else to do around the house. ” 

“No offence or anything, but you werewolves are strange creatures.” He muttered with the shake of his head, a smirk playing on the vampires lips. “I’ll have you know, I would never hurt a bunny. I prefer the real thing… From the vein.” He admitted, nonchalantly. As if it was completely normal that he was talking about how he got his source of food.

Mira’s body froze for a second when she saw the other open the box. However, she then quickly reacted by closing it in a flash, looking at the other with narrowed eyes and furrowed eyebrows. “I can’t be the only one old enough to know that curiosity killed the cat —- though I’m sure it applies to dogs as well.” Her senses never failed her.

“Take it? I took nothing. I bought all of this,” Margaret said, slightly offended. “Where did I get all of this? The bookshop, of course. They’re books, where else would I get them?”

A little smile tugged her lips at the question. “I wanted to start over,” she answered. “I lived there nearly all my life and I just got tired of it, really, and I’ve heard good things about New Orleans, so I decided to come here, and maybe start over with my life.”

“you don’t really understand the words be and discreet, do you?” khari questioned, yanking the box out of her hands. “you’d be the world’s worst accomplice, i hope you realize that.”

penelope rolled her eyes, “ c’mon, where’d you get ‘em ?? ”  her voice transitioning into a whisper. " i realize that, but i was just excited.. "

“Don’t worry about the people who need it… The people who need it are still getting it.” He admitted, watching her for a brief moment. “My dealer isn’t getting this from the hospital.” He shook his head with a light chuckle. “A man’s gotta eat, you know…” He shrugged, as if it explained everything.

“Who’s to say I don’t have a dealer of the sort?” He questioned in turn, raising an eyebrow just as she did. “A guy’s gotta save his own ass, y’know.”

“Are you assuming I’m some sort of thief?” He questioned, arching a brow as he crossed his arms over his chest.

His hand releases the shoulder of the drunken soldier. Mikah doesn’t want to hear it. His eyes are darkening under the mask, blending into it.  The man was considered “good” by his peers. By the others. Though good often translated to fun and not much else. “Go. Now,” his words short and sharp - they have a sobering effect on the man. And once he leaves, the vampire turns to the lady, “No trouble at all,” he takes a bow as long as the words, “I apologize on behalf of France. He is as stupid as he is drunk. Please, enjoy the rest of your evening.”