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sentence starters // still accepting!

what a concept. to tiffany, everyone is an enemy unless proven otherwise. to someone who lives for survival, everyone is competition, everyone is someone out to destroy her. false pretenses behind a smile more fake than the idea that her heart still beats. 

she swallows back the feeling of suffocation, her throat tight and her jaw set as she stares at the younger male. her fingers twitch at her sides, expression shifting and falling from kindness to that of apathy, utter indifference. there’s blood in the air, in her mouth– it’s all around her but she can’t pinpoint where. tiffany cannot look away from the male and his words, how they keep her leveled and gravitate her back to the ground.

why wouldn’t he be the enemy? isn’t the natural enemy to anything supernatural one that’s supposed to maim and tear them down? a hunter for dsem are supposed to be her worst nightmare, a pain in her side; someone aimed at taking her down, driving silver and wood right into her chest.

but tiffany isn’t afraid. he’s never given her a reason to, and he’s too small– too boyish and childlike in her eyes. a boy forced to grow up too fast. 

starter sentences // still accepting!

she pauses, a thoughtful expression crossing her features. her head tilts to the side, observing the male as she takes in the inquiry. it’s a bold one, to ask something so personal, something so near and dear to her, something so pivotal in her life. why doesn’t she talk about it? why indeed. 

“why would i?” her breathy voice questions. she turns her head to address the male, brows raised curiously. her tongue swipes over her lips, teeth pressing down on her bottom lip. “am i obligated to talk about such a horrid time? if you’d like, i could. what would you like to hear first? the death of my child? my kidnapping? the torment? my turning? how it felt to rip a man’s throat out with my teeth?”

her tone sounds deceptively innocent as opposed to the crude and barbaric events of her life. she blinks steadily, expression not changing from her curiosity. and then a smile tugs at her lips, a whisper of a laugh leaving as she bows her head, pushing strands of her hair behind her ear.