#ashenbled

                                               HIS EYES WERE FOCUSED ON THE  ROAD AHEAD ,    fingers  tapped  against  the steering wheel in time to the music.     california was always     warm ,    heat could be seen     DRIFTING    along the highways ahead. there was    a    lot    going on in his mind ,    a lot of thoughts he couldn’t     s h a k e.    he was thankful that he wasn’t  in  it     alone ,  that aspen was there by his side ,       different     like him.            ❛          —      how much you wanna bet they’ll just  throw  us  into  a  mental     institute   &    lock away the key ?      ❜        

a small smirk spreads through his own lips as he softly nods at her words, he’s SURPRISED to say the least but it was amusing in a way. “ life’s a BITCH. ” the smirk was now a full smile, he was being a little too proud of his own comment. “ do you— need ice for that or something? ”

there are rules , and rules serve a purpose . the purpose of this particular rules is to moderate , to keep things in their rightful places . so it has been , and so it should remain . every once in a while , this would happen . someone fooled around , either with the veil , with their spirits , or managed to find some loophole in their NEARLY airtight , sticky webs . someone would see them standing around like vultures on rooftops , lying in wait , and their eyes would widen . there'd be no call , just widened eyes and freaked out stares . and so she'd know . the ghastly figure would easily transfix to an amicable shape , transfix behind her , unseen after the terrible , terrible exposure of being seen . " you seem lost . " a smile , the now human face shifting into a sweet smile , curiosity rounding her eyes as she observed the young creature , the still - alive human .

" the blood runs clear in you , ruby . the pain you wake to is not yours ."

@ashenbled​​ said:  ❝What the fuck did we just do?❞ 

blood  stains  her  cheek;  she  wipes  it  off  with  a  brush  of  her  fingertips.  ramona  stares  down  at  the  battered  stranger  —  a  man  who  would  not  stop  HARASSING  the  both  of  them,  following  them,  attempting  to  grab  a  hold  of  the  other  woman's  arm  till  finally,  ramona  had  no  choice.  she  had  grabbed  a  nearby  rock  &  struck  the  creep  across  the  face.  

he  now  lays  on  the  ground,  head  bleeding,  the  blood  having  spurted  so  that  it  splashed  across  ramona's  face;  she  wonders  if  some  of  it  landed  on  aspen  as  well.  

@ashenbled​​ said:  ❝Oh shit, I’ve seen some crazy shit.❞

ramona  has  seen  her  fair  share  of  crazy  shit  —  more  than  she  would've  liked  to  admit.  as  someone  who  spends  most  of  her  time  as  a  'simple'  university  student,  the  amount  of  oddities  she's  witnessed  was  one  too  many.  came  with  the  so-called  LIFE  they  live  in.

                by    now,    esther    has    forfeited    the    door.    she’s    not    much    taller    than    if    not    as    tall    as    its    bronze,    weathered    handgrip.    she    shunts    her    face    to    the    rain    outside    of    the    awning,    hunting.    “    we’re    not    getting    in    this    way    without    your    key.    ”    she    casts    aspen,    who’s    without    it,    a    reproachful    scowl.    the    focus    in    her    taut    brow    softens    upon    locating    a    scant    window    up    by    the    imbricated    cupola.    “    i    can    fit    ...    ”    she    points    to    it,    speaking    through    the    chatter    of    her    dentures.    it’s    cold.    “    ...    give    me    a    boost.    ”