#conquerlove

tight smile stretches mean and fake over ellie’s lips, flickers partly into a scowl. god, she’d almost went the whole day without being reminded of sean. “yeah, i’ve got horns under here and a big pentagram carved into my back. better not get too close or i’ll drag you straight to hell.” not that she’s particularly interested in trading physical blows with manny santos, she’d prefer to leave that to paige. verbal spar though? ellie’s all too ready. “you know, manny, you really are smart to do it your way... one night stands, sleeping with other people’s boyfriends,” she counts off, head tilting. “can’t get dumped if you don’t mean anything to a guy.”

          Marinette doesn’t understand, and Kagami doesn’t think she would ever understand. It’s different - they grew up differently, and learnt how to handle things differently, sure Kagami feels like she should cry but she’d always been told that is was a sign of weakness. “It is, for me it is something to be ashamed of.” Hand coming up to wipe at her cheek were a traitorous tear fell down her cheek, “I’m not allowed to cry. For you, maybe but for me. It’s not allowed.”

❛     HEY  -----   easy  ;  don’t  hog  all  the  nacho  cheese  ,  jackass.   ❜         she  shoves  his  arm  from  where  they’re  seated  up  against  the  wall  of  an  alley  ,  underneath  their  newest  graffiti  art.        she  bought  them  way  too  much  bueno  nacho  ,  so  there’s  more  than  enough  cheese  to  go  around.     STILL.       ❛   ill  steal  your  first  born  ,  dude.    don’t  test  me.      ❜

        “ you can’t be here, ” voice is earnest, if a little awed. it’s not as thought josie hasn’t upon occasion flaunted the rules. but she can also twist them to suit her, when they suit her. she’s yet to make a judgement if citing the rules is exactly the right move considering penelope’s after hours presence at her door. or in her life. 

❝ maybe i should just give up and become a nun.  at least that way my feelings wouldn’t be pulled in every fucking direction. ❞  her sister was the only one she felt comfortable talking to.  the only one she trusted with her darkest secrets.

bubbles wasn’t going to go to sky high but that didn’t mean she couldn’t shadow someone for a day to see what it was like. she may or may not have looked up his instagram and his facebook the night before so she wouldn’t be so lost. maybe it might be good for her to actually meet other kids with super powers, like professor said before she left for that morning. well, here went nothing. “hi, it’s will right?” was he told she was following him around his classes all day? was this even the right guy?

           Eyes watched carefully as she spoke, taking in every word. Their reading session had turned into a deep conversation of past experiences, and the Beast was beginning to realize that perhaps the two of them were more alike than he had thought.  Both outcasts in the world. Although he was cursed - punished to be different - she just was always seen that way, however, he's unsure why. Head tilted, and blue hues filled with curiosity studied the girl, trying to understand how exactly she of all people was considered to be different.     —- -    ❝ You have ? Why --- why do you think that ?  ❞

          Emily throws her head back in frustration --- She’s so sick of him asking this. As if they don’t both already know what he means; ‘Are you still into Mike?’ Answer; PENDING. Two of them had only been dating for a couple weeks. A month max. & Michael had dumped her ass for her best friend right before they started hooking up --- What did Matt expect? Her to be COMPLETELY OVER him & everything they’d shared? (& How he & Jess betrayed her?) He was her first love & well, it wasn’t that easy. All she knew was, USUALLY, she had FUN with Matt --- When they were talking about anything that didn’t involve her douchebag of an ex. “Mike and I are over, Matt. O--VER. I tell you this all the freakin’ time. And I’d really appreciate it, if you could, like, trust me for once, and stop questioning everything I say. He texted me. That’s it. I didn’t reply. You can check.” With that, Emily handed her phone over to her boyfriend & rolled her eyes. HARD.