#deadsocialite

        affection of any kind is foreign territory for annette, even small things such as kind words or simple gift giving. she has no problem offering the kindness & the small gifts, but the moment it’s pointed toward her rather than from her is the moment the medium becomes entirely lost. so when presented with a small & simple christmas present, all the little brunette can do is stammer & insist that cooper really didn’t have to, it was too much trouble, & that of course she appreciates it, etc. etc. & to top it off, he kisses her forehead. “o-oh -- um. m -- merry ... merry ch-christmas.”

                        𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝  𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤  𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬  𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤  𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲  𝐚𝐭  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡.          it’s  a  nervous  habit ,  one  she’d  picked  up  a  long  time  ago  while  reeling  from  the  whole . . .    𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲  𝗯𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗹𝗲    incident.  almost  being  forced  into  marriage  by  a  decaying  bio – exorcist  in  an  attempt  to  save  your  friends’  afterlives  while  your  dad  and  step – monster  are  nearly  killed  turns  out  to  be  a  pretty    𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗹𝘆  𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰    event.  so  yes ,  being  in  college  and  away  from  the  maitlands ,  the  only  people  she  can  really  call  her    𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲  𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 ,    she  sometimes  turns  to  substances  to  make  life  more  tolerable.  especially  considering  now  she’s  co – existing  with  a    𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱  𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲.

                        ❛    the  moment  i  want  to      𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒙      is  when  the  shit      𝒌𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒔  𝒊𝒏 ,      but  i  don’t  know      𝒘𝒉𝒚.    ❜

@deadsocialite   whispered   ::   “   i’d      be      a      pleasant      ghost.      i’d      like      pour      people      tea      and      stuff   like      that.      or      i’d      do      chores      around      the      house.      they’d      be      like   ,      ‘   whoa!      all      my      laundry’s      folded.      how      ‘bout      that?      thanks   ,      coop!   ’      and      i’d      tip      my      cap      and      i’d      tap      dance      out      of      the      room.   ”