#cahroline

➠ 1 message left on the answering machine from @cahroline ❛  i don't like where this is going.  ❜

✘♚✘ Blue eyes moved to the blonde when he heard her protest. A slow smirk spread across his lips as Billy allowed himself a moment to let his gaze rake over her. "What's the matter? Afraid of a little ghost story?" he teased. The people from Sunnyvale always rubbed him the wrong way, thinking they were so much better than anyone on the other side of the tracks. He only recently moved to Shadyside from California, not having grown up with the rivalry, but their snobbish attitude was clear from the start. Even so, he wasn't blind. Billy could admit that she was hot and he was intrigued to see how far he could push her buttons.

caroline forbes ( @cahroline ) said: ❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜ to nick goode

He didn't want to admit it at first. Seeing her give anyone but him that smile of hers made him see red. Not green. No. It was more than that. Nick was jealous, yes. But he also felt a little homicidal. Which was exactly the opposite of the goal. Sure, he made sneaky backhanded deals with the devil, he offered up souls like they were his to give and used Shadysiders as fodder for his own gain. But this time he wanted to take a knife and shove it right through that asshole's neck.

cigarette butt is tossed onto the grass below billy and stepped on while on his path toward the blonde in front of him. as their eyes meet his smirk that he likes to think is charming enough to get away with anything , is painted on. once he's close enough his arm is draped over caroline's shoulders. " hey , can't thank you enough for taking my shift this morning .. slept in a little too long , had a .. long night. " a small chuckle follows his own words ; fully knowing she didn't agree to picking up his slack , but who else was there to do it ? " let me make it up to you , lunch on me. " as if the lunch wasn't free for all of them , and someone besides billy would be making it.

            @cahroline confessed: ❝ i know what it’s like to be different. ❞  

-ˏˋ  ⸻  While he can’t determine how so,  he can tell by her energy that she’s very much telling the truth. Having been stripped of his humanity himself, he can detect the discreet discrepancies in those that do not abide by the laws of personhood. He may not know Caroline’s story, may not know from where she came or how she arrived here, but there’s something very much extra to her aura.

             Henry’s head cocks to one side slowly, like a vulture eyeing something that’s slowly dying. Intrigue, most aptly detailed, though there’s an undeniably kind edge to the calm smile he gives her. It's vaguely amused, like they're in on a particularly juicy secret. It’s in his nature to want to learn— to engage with the people that Doctor Brenner tried so very hard to get him to hate.

@cahroline sent: ❛ you always know just how to make me smile. ❜

❝    i'm    not    a    snitch.    ❞    sheila    snaps,    disgust    written    clear    as    day    all    over    her    face.    the    brunette    tilts    her    head    to    the    side,    hair    falling    over    her    shoulder,    as    she    glares    daggers    at    caroline.    ❝    i    don't    know    who    told    you    i    am,    but    i'm    not.    don't    forget    that    next    time.    ❞