#boundedbygrief

Don’t lie. You’re curious 😏

I feel more than I've ever felt, and I've found someone to feel with, to play with, to love, in a way that feels right for me. I hope he knows that I can see that he suffers, too. And that I want to love him.

her   eyes   roll   as   a   chuckle   falls   from   her   lips   ,   but   there’s   nothing   funny   about   their   situation   ––––   there’s   nothing   funny   about   the   fem   going   against   her   instincts   in   order   to   try   and   save   ariadne   .   ‘   you   are   being   an   idiot   ,   maeve   .   ’      timbre   firm   as   she   speaks   to   her   best   friend   ,   needed   brunette   to   understand   nothing   good   would   come   from   going   off   alone   .   ‘   it’s   a   crazy   ,   stupid   idea   and   you   know   it   .   you   keep   reminding   me   about   how   you’ve   been   through   this   before   and   you   kinda   know   what   you’re   doing   so   why   don’t   you   understand   that   meeting   this   monster   alone   is   a   bad   idea   .   we’ll   figure   something   out   ,   let   them   believe   that   you’re   alone   when   instead   you’ll   have   back   up   .   ’

          ​          lexi's mouth contorts into a thoughtful frown,    the slightest curve in the corners of her painted red lips.​               she’s tried to conceal herself enough that she could confidently say the same      –––––      and in comparison to cassie she certainly has.               on one hand,    she’s a firm believer of nothing having meaning with no emotion attached but on the other hand,    EMOTIONS ARE BEST KEPT SECRET TO AVOID VULNERABILITY.               she’s had a front row seat for vulnerability with her older sister and the success rate is too low for lexi to feel comfortable similarly exposing herself.                              ❝      i don’t either,      ❞                              she settles with after a passed moment,    making her voice sound more confident in the statement than her mind is      –––––      luckily she’s had practice.                              ❝      but there’s a difference between wearing it on your sleeve,    or whatever you said,    and being outright mean.      ❞

shaking hands had put the phone down and turned to face the beast. he had stood strong, ready to face the consequences of what came next. but by the time elena gets there, by the time she rushes into the house, the scene she finds is unlike anything she’d seen from him before. the blonde is kneeling next to his mother, knife plunged into her chest, staring down at the pool of blood that slowly gets bigger and bigger. close inspection will show that he’s hurt too, a few larger cuts from the same knife, plenty of bruises. there’s no doubt that this was all around worse than it had been before, though kurt doesn’t seem to register his own injuries; in just enough shock that he hasn’t registered much of anything beyond what he’d done.

“if i would’ve known you were gonna get back together, i wouldn’t have done this.”