#artofbeingperfect

Delilah hadn’t planned on falling asleep, but once she was curled up on the couch with a blanket, watching the movie, her eyes just seemed to get incredibly heavy and before she knew it, she was completely out. Hours seemed to fly by when she was suddenly aware that she had only just now woke up. She opened her eyes only to see someone’s neck. A confused look etched on her face, she looked up briefly to see Keegan. His fingers in her hair and an arm around her, Delilah was actually completely content. She nuzzled her face back in his neck as she waited for him to wake up, not wanting to quite leave his embrace yet.

@artofbeingperfect

Parker was feeling extra confident tonight, when he walked up to the other a smirk was plastered on his lips. “Well hello there.” He spoke out, looking over him without any subtlety. “I’m Parker.”

He was, in this land, a nomad, traveling with his people until their next settlement. The local people had been hesitant at best, and from what he could tell, she was local, dressed differently with skin the color of the sand on a beach and eyes that saw straight through him. Holding up his hands, he showed his palms, free of weapons. “We’re just passing through,” he promised, something he knew was a lie. Ares would stay for Aphrodite.

          steps are quick , mason doesn’t waste time in approaching her home - heart thudding inside his chest - knows well enough that something was up , - maybe it’s the text she’s sent him , or the few missed calls - whatever the hell it is he wastes no time in walking in , tries to call her , but she doesn’t pick up - so when he finds the door of her place open , mason only grows worried - a trail of blood on the floor , steps slow - he’s cautious - until he spots a dead body on the floor - and that’s it , that triggers something within him - fuck she can’t be dead - god she can’t be - “  elena ?! where are you ?? elena !! ” he’s shouting her name , walking fast  wants to find her - needs to find her alive , and breathing - and he walks through her apartment , doesn’t even bother with the fact that there could be a potential murderer in her home - he needs to find her - and he does , - she’s standing in the kitchen - covered in blood , and momentarily he freezes , watches her - doesn’t say a word. she’s not d e a d. it’s enough for him to move - wrap his arms around her frame , pulling her closer to him. completely ignores the fact that there’s a knife on the table , one covered in blood - he just needs her - needs her to be okay. “  jesus fucking christ i almost had a fucking heart attack thinking you were -  ” words are muffled , and he doesn’t allow himself to finish the sentence - pulls back to gaze at the femme , hand lifting - thumb brushing across her cheek , wiping away the few drops of blood there. did she just .  .  . murder someone ?? he’s not sure , but truth to be told he’s fucked - fucked because he knows himself , knows what he’ll do - and it’s got nothing to do with calling the cops , or running away - it’s the opposite. “  we’ll fix this , i promise we’ll fix this. you’ve got me. ”