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starter call / the steps taken to approach her were deliberate, measured as if closing in on one's prey. " you're circling my crime scene like you lost your favorite necklace… " the lieutenant spoke with a tone of casual suspicion. "you mind telling me what you're looking for? — i mean, i can help..." marcus quipped with a smile that revealed to her that this was more like a test than a courtesy. / @daethsgift
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he was only trying to impress her. he wanted to show her that he had been training on their off time and trying new moves he never thought about, but apparently, he wasn't as skilled as he thought and ended up with a gash through the side of his torso. why do demons have weapons? don't they have enough super strength? he was embarrassed to say the least. he was only trying to impress her. he winces when she places the alcohol soaked cloth onto his open wound, breathing in sharply through his clenched teeth, and then chuckled awkwardly in suit. ❛ that stings, ❜ he told her, as if that wasn't obvious.
" stay still, i'm trying to be gentle. "
a soft smile appears on the solider's lips, ❛ sorry. should be tougher than this, huh ? ❜ he responded, beaming at @daethsgift with so-in-love eyes. he couldn't help it. is there anything she couldn't do? he continued to hold up his shirt and then decides to tear it off completely, tossing it to the side and relaxing more against the worn out sofa cushion. he looks up at the ceiling, ❛ you know, that wasn't exactly how i planned that attack to go ... ❜ he trailed off, admitting his fault. he was embarrassed, but he wasn't ashamed to admit it. not to her. not ever.
it was tranquil in this graveyard. full of tombstones that read of people with their loved ones, weeds that haven't been tended to in weeks, and wilted flowers resting over the graves of people with fulfilled lives. the air was chilling, but angel felt warm inside and that was only because he was strolling alongside the person he never thought he deserved in the first place. every time he looked at her, it was like he was admiring a masterpiece in a museum full of others that could never compare to her beauty. and here he was, lucky enough to be basking in her illuminating presence. she had always been a light that kept him on the right path and he'd spend the rest of his existence making that up to her.
he had cracked some corny joke about vampires and them inhabiting the mausoleums of cemeteries and it evoked a laugh from buffy that he'd always feel was music to his ears. a smile beamed on the vampire's face as he watched his feet imprint faint prints in the muddy grass.
" if you weren't so cute, you'd be annoying. "
a soft chuckle emits from angel's lips at her quip, shrugging nonchalantly. he always felt like he could be himself when he was around @daethsgift. ❛ at least i have that going for me ... ❜ he replied, glancing over at her and memorizing the way her dimples appeared when he made her smile. so cute, he thought. ❛ well, anything ? ❜ he asked, surveying the area as they walked slowly side by side, asking if she had any gut feeling of where this nest could be residing. he was itching for some action and it was always satisfying when it was with buffy.
" the more i see of men, the more i want to get a dog. "
Memes, ALWAYS accepting!
At the front of the restaurant, every door to the building now locked, Jeffrey- Sarah's ex- is yelling through an also locked window about how the Spot's never going to make it. YOU WON'T LAST A YEAR, SARAH! "I'll help you look. I've got my laptop."
it's a part of his plan all along. the shapeshifter is covered with sanguine, stained with evidence of his wreckage, blood still painted a bloodied hue. he waits for the slayer, a smile 'don on his boyish features when she finally comes into view, finding him tucked in an abandoned warehouse, presumed to be obscured from any hikers in the area. but he had planned for her to find him. wanted it. "buffy," the shapeshifter coos, leaning an arm on the nearest surface. "this doesn't change the way you feel about me... right?" he inquires, taking on the facade of ben himself, hoping to smear and ruin the sliver of good that he can feel tucked in the cage of his ribs, brought on by ben's doing. the braeden is falling for the slayer, and the shapeshifter intends to change that. @daethsgift.
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“ do your palms ever itch? ”
twin peaks | always accepting ily david lynch
what a strange question . yet he knows the feeling , that restlessness borne from unending need to move , fight , protect . an itch that begins in the palms of your hands and travels until it seemingly seeps into your very bones . sinking beneath sinew and bone into the very marrow of your being .
they do. often in the dead of night , itching to reach for weapon , though they often seek out something to lose himself in . a bottle , a book , a joint . something to distract from that desire to scratch . scratch . scratch .
" yeah , sometimes . why ? " emotion is lost behind a carefully wielded mask , eyebrows furrowing as he looks to the blonde before him .
“ there's something evil out there. something very, very strange in these old woods. ”
twin peaks: season 1 | accepting .
she didn't know the half of it ! expression shutters at her words , a mask of boyish confusion replacing whatever may have attempted to slip through the cracks of a well crafted facade . fear , perhaps , or anxiety at someone else dragged under the current alongside him , monsters human and supernatural lurking beneath roiling depths . " did you smoke something ? take a drink from any of those douches on the swim team ? it's just the woods , summers . "
lying through his teeth ! an art honed over a life time , perfected in the wake of tragedy befallen optimistic youth . it's an easy sell , most people aren't keen to look past the surface ; pretty boy without much beyond that , seemingly dim if one went off school records alone . " have you been listening to the gossip about byers disappearance ? "
