#daethr

     SMIRK   BLOOMS   IN   RUBY   LIPS,   head  tilting  to  the  side.  ❝  so  you’re  nicholas  scratch,  huh?  heard  a  lot  about  you.  especially  about  your...  skills.  ❞

        IF   LOOKS   COULD   KILL,   rosalie  would  have  killed  bella  a  long  time  ago  /  anger  bright  behind  dark  hues  /  thirst  clenching  in  her  throat.  ❝  you  look  pretty  tonight,  isabella.  ❞

miscellaneous angst starters .// (meme)

He has nothing to lose. Never had, quite frankly. Nothing to his own name, no self-built family, no house, no job, no education, no honor, no nothing. She’s angry at him, again, for stealing, again. He’s tired, so fucking tired, of always failing and no one ever believing him when he tries to talk about what’s wrong, about why he is like this, why he acts like this. So he’s bitter, and drunk, and for once he falls into the reactionary ways of the Crain family, instead of cowering like a scared dog in an alleyway.

“Oh– n-no shit, Shirl. Maybe I’m n-not okay – did y-you ever consider that?” he bites, sharp, sounding and looking more like Steve than himself in this moment. They’re so alike and they don’t even know it. “Maybe I’m– I’m the only one out of all of us actually r-r-reacting to what the fuck happened to us? Not just – h-hiding it behind a fucking doll house exterior and– and perfect kids and–” 

He’s bitter! He’s angry! He’s upset that he isn’t okay like you, Shirley! Can’t you see, in how he’s trying to find flaws? Can’t you hear, in the way he points fingers right back at you that don’t really mark up anything clear? He’s so tired, and has nothing to lose, and if you throw him out again he won’t be surprised. Everyone gives up on him eventually, anyway. 

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