#cortezes

            𝖃avier was sure his brain was playing a trick on him. this wasn’t possible. not out here. not when he’d been waiting on exactly this all summer and never even got a glance of a girl’s knee. not for a second. so what he was seeing, it must have something to do with his death. death. he was dead. it still felt odd on his tongue and foreign in his head to even consider it. not having given himself the time to really think about how he had left the world of the living, xavier knew he was postponing a mix of overwhelming feelings, was trying to pretend the unavoidable didn’t exist. but sooner or later he’d have to face it. well, better later than now. not now when she was right there.

            𝕬 red-head with skin pale and eyes so sharp, he almost felt like they would tear him apart any second. yet, he couldn’t stop staring. was completely drawn in by her presence and felt his hand brushing down her arm, half a smile appearing on his face. when had that happened? for a second the blond felt like his own actions were out of his power. yet, he didn’t try fighting it. why would he? the temptation was right there. ❝you shouldn’t be out here. haven’t you heard? there’s a killer hunting in these forests.❞ xavier felt a lightness surrounding his heart which he hadn’t witnessed since he’d arrived at redwood. what was it about this girl? why couldn’t he stop looking at her? he was the supernatural. she was supposed to be thrown off her game by him and not the other way around. ❝let me take you to one of the cabins. it’s saver there. and you look awfully cold in this dress anyway. even though, it is a very pretty dress..❞

              She    is   stopped    on    her   motions    yet    again   by    a    voice   that    is    not   rough    -    edged   or    particularly    frightening,    yet   it    holds    in   her    tone    a    certain    unnerving    Moira   still    experiences    every   time    she    is   forced    to    partner   with    the    other   housekeeper.    There    are   very    few    things   within    the    Hotel   Moira    has    grown   to    truly    fear,   and    while   James    Patrick    March   is    certainly    one   of    them,    his   second    in    command   and    most    loyal   employer    is    not   –    at    least,    not   to    the    degree   of    uneasiness    she   feels    around    the   ghost    of    the   owner    himself.

          The    tone   is    accusatory    –    Moira   has    been    enduring   Ms.    Evers’    complaints    about   the    way    she   irons    the    sheets   for    two    hours   by    now,    and   it’s    grown    to   the    point    when   the    younger    ghost   is    constantly    exhaling   huffing    sighs    of   annoyance.    Moira    is   compliant,    frighteningly    so   in    her    opinion    –    but    there   will    come    to   an    inevitable    point   when    she’ll    reach   her    limit.

“ Violet broke up with me ,”  Tate put simply . He finally stopping crying after hours , his eyes had become to sore and his head ached from dehydration . He now sat at the kitchen island , a glass of tap - water in hand though it had mostly went untouched ; He just felt too fucking sick to ingest anything at the moment .  “ I know I fucked up but ... I really never expected this to happen . I thought she understood me , I thought she really got how ... impressionable I am .”