#balefulroses

⚔ which muse is the most likely to go to jail/prison

             it was a      loss he couldn’t bear.    his own    twin.    disintegrated from    this earth.   within a   split second a     high speed collision had   completely   decimated his     twin.    he could remember the   body he   identified alongside his parents    &&     little sister at the    morgue.    it was hardly    reminiscent     of the   identical    face that    should have been     looking up at him.     he’d felt it    when his   twin died.   that instantaneous   flicker like a   light had    been snuffed    out      &&       the unyielding agony      of bones snapping,     &&     his soul    being ripped out.     he felt it.     he felt his   twin’s   demise.   &&     it fucked him up.     shattered him     into oblivion.    he’d always    believed that    he would die    when his twin did.    succumb to    death   as he   came to   life.    with his   twin.    he   ached now that his   twin was   gone.    he couldn’t rise from bed.    --    couldn’t    fathom another day.       he was   existing now.    his  twin was   the only member of     their family that   liked him.    --    that loved him.    he felt the    weight of his  parents   stares on him.    &&    knew they    would have rather it been him.            he wasn’t as    smart as   michael.     wasn’t as   caring,   loving    --   kind.     he was   beaten by their   pa.     &&     had the proof of the    lashes on his   back.    stripped into his   skin for all    to see.    he was   less joyful,    he was the    darkness,     &&     michael had been the     light.    even his    little sister   had never liked him.    he’d seen how    she clung to     michael.   how they   played together,     &&    were so close.    he saw now that    she mourned for him.    no one    would have mourned for    him,    except for   michael.     clenching his   jaw he  took another swig from the   stolen bottle of   liquor  he kept hidden under his     bed.     their pa    would beat him for it    if he   found him with it.     he didn’t    care.    he was numb.     currently    so numb. when he    heard his   door creaking open    he hid the   bottle,    his darkened hues    finding     purchase    on the  wood,   listening,   waiting.    when he   saw only his    little sister   creeping into his    bedroom he   felt   relief,   then   exhaustion.     ❛     what do     you    want    ??     ❜      his voice was    cold,    &&    withdrawn.

private & hidden away from others, that’s how paige has come to know the female before her. the pair can be found now pressed closely together in a narrow alleyway, an undesired place to most. which is exactly the point. the often soft spoken female is far from shy with her hands, at this moment used to pin the others hips against the wall, digits curling into her flesh. a moan falls from the brunettes lips, sophia’s hands expertly tempting it out of her. every inch of paige demanding they get the hell out of this alleyway & find a suitable vehicle — or bed, if they could make it that far. hand moving below the belt and cupping the blondes ass. breaking the connection between them for a moment.