#crowneddarko

It was one thing to be surrounded by death all the time but another thing entirely to find out she was a BANSHEE and nearly killed herself. The deep bruising around her neck was still obvious and she found herself constantly running her hand over the mark subconsciously. Lips formed a thin line as they pulled together, taking a moment to herself after everything had happened. She had thought herself going CRAZY but now she wasn’t sure which was worse: being a banshee and not even HUMAN or just a crazy girl who constantly heard voices.

                    ❛ i   can   do   whatever  I   want    ;   join   the   serpents,    go   to   southside,   ANYTHING  !❜  you   don’t   need   to   save me,     or  WHATEVER.   I   know   how   to   take  care   of     myself   ;   I’ve    been    doing   it   without   you   just fine.  ❜   with   a   deep  set   scowl   the   blonde   shoves   her   hands   into  her   pockets.   brows    creased,   kicking   a   rock   to   one   side.     ❛  I    don’t    need   you     anymore,          jughead !                        you,   or   your   friends !  ❜

baby blue orbs glanced around, crowded hallway with all the familiar face she saw every day in the quaint town of mystic falls. an effort of all sorts to throw herself into all the possibilities that seemed to be available. though it had been a busy day with every period, she honestly just WANTED to see him so they could relax. nimble steps towards the lockers which were located closer towards the end of the hallway. a tender tug upon the corner of her lightly tinted lips, happiness amongst the every growing lingering dangers within the myths of history. blooming bond of tenderness clear, mystery and kindness laced together with a combination of uniqueness, from the positives to the negatives which strengthened who there were together.

           ❛     i’m    pretty    sure   the    last    time    we    spoke,    i    got    mad    at    you    for    STEALING    the    fries    off    my    plate    in    the    third    grade.      ❜

    ‘ i’m guessing you know a little more than everyone else does about what’s going on in our town. am i right? ‘

Things had been strange lately, to say the least - and that was coming from someone who had invented the word, at least according to some people. Still, Riverdale was nothing like what he had expected, despite the fact that his expectations had been both disproportionately high and low at the same time - Noah knew what the sea was like, but he hadn’t seen those places the ocean couldn’t touch up until recently. So, naturally, he had expected great things - while at the same time expecting them not to be half as amazing as the sea itself.

Riverdale was ... something inbetween, really, something he couldn’t fully pinpoint. Boring, in some ways, yet eerily unordinary in others. Jughead had quickly become someone Noah felt able to confide in, though even then he, of course, hadn’t shared the secret of his origin.

As it turned out, he didn’t need to. Jughead was smarter than Noah had people given credit for - after all he didn’t think too highly of humankind in general. Jughead, however, had been a surprise in every sense of the word, and maybe that was one of the reasons he was still in this town, even after a murder had shaken it to the core.