#dcughterofevil

       “ but what if it wasn’t? “ modesty asks, ever so DEFIANTLY, her lips drawn into the same pout it always seems to be in, bright blue eyes dulled by the cruel world that has broken her. they water with tears unspilled as she looks up to the other. “ i-i... you a-and carl... you were dead, and t-there were all these THINGS that looked like people, ” modesty blubbered out, looking up towards her friend. “ you guys aren’t g-gonna die, right? that wasn’t real, right? “

“Of course I’m upset!”

“Your concern warms my heart, luv” He said in a sneer, blowing her a kiss before going back to clean and bandage his wound.

“oh...these are old. nothing to worry about.” peter hesitates before continuing. “i’m alright.”

“the scratches are from nina. i maybe sort of forgot to feed her this morning and she decided to get revenge while i was sleeping so i couldn’t even protect myself. i was totally planning on feeding her when i woke up though.”

    “ how horribly romanticized you have made a toxin, ” modesty stated bluntly, before tugging the glass away from the other. “ no more alcohol for you, okay miss? “

years ago when farkle had proclaimed his love for two girls, he had never thought that one would overcome his judgement and steal his heart right from his chest. he had never planned for this, no one calculation could solve the equation of his heart, not when it lied in the dazzling hand of the one and only riley matthews. they were lied still on the couch, watching some retro movie that mrs.matthews had found for them when something warming and overwhelming washed over him. he knew what it was, he had been feeling it for months, countless minutes testing himself in every way possible for some unknown disease, but every test came back negative. it was true. the great farkle minkus has fallen before the feet of one sunshine-birthed girl. so, accepting his fate, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer, placing his lips to her golden temple. “ get some rest, rileybear. “

“ mal, look! this place has a jungle gym! “ the boy screeched, racing towards the collaborative mess of metal bars and age-old rust. it had been years since the boy had actually messed around on a playground— the one back home on the isle having been worn and torn and falling to pieces. he instantly tackled the monkey bars, one of his favorites. “ come on! have some fun! don’t be a party-pooper! “ he teased, swinging his monkey-like limbs over the bars and lifting himself up. “oh come on, please? for me? “ carlos begged the girl, already towering above her from the top. she had come to a soft rest before him, arms crossed as she stared up. “ fine then, i’ll bring the fun to you— “ in one swift motion, he was swinging over the side and hanging upside down, now face to face with her, a wide, upside down grin corrupting his lips. he was going to blurt another joke, tease her a bit more, but as he hung before her, he couldn’t help the overtaking urge to be closer. and so he did. he moved forward abruptly, wanting to get his urges out as quickly as they formed, and crashed his lips against hers in a mock spiderman way. the kiss lasted no more than a second before he realized what he had just done. pulling away and jumping from the bars, the boy stood frozen in shock and embarrassment. “ mal, i— i’m sorry, i— i don’t know what came over me… “