#decayent

what if we kissed in the decaying corridor 😳

Andora, Liguria, Italia.

 everyday  this  guy  pushes  another  one  of  hayden's  buttons.  with  someone  with  a  temperament  such  as  hers  ,  it's  hard  to  believe  she'd  last  more  than  a  day  without  throwing  him  into  one  of  the  rivers.  she  turns  on  him,  exasperated.  "no  it  can't  !  here's  a  tip  for  you  dj  ,  maybe  you  should  looking  into  things  that  are  real  &  hiding  right  under  your  nose.  like  vampires  !  and  ghosts."

“WELCOME TO MY LIFE, i never know what’s going on !!” really, alice was always on her toes, trying to figure out what future WOULD HAPPEN. sometimes they would change so drastically and it was draining to her. personally, it made her feel so upset when she got the vision wrong. really, anything like that broke her heart. “well--- kind of, i know what’s going on mostly, but i don’t know what might happen next !! for now, we’re just going to say, A LOT IS GOING ON IN THIS TOWN !!”

 𝒔𝒉𝒆  𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔  𝒂𝒏  𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕  .  .  .  physical  pain  in  her  chest  as  she  looks  at  the  girl.  there  were  no  previous  signs  of  instability  in  hayden’s  mood  or  her  appearance  ,  but  she’s  suddenly  crumbling  on  the  inside.  shamelessly  ,  hayden  approaches  her  in  the  middle  of  the  sidewalk  with  an  aching  heart  ;  there  are  already  tears  pooling  in  her  eyes.  maybe  it’s  what  the  stranger  needs  ,  or  maybe  it’s  what  hayden  needs.  she  acts  on  instinct  and  she  always  has.  her  arms  wrap  around  the  girl  and  she  holds  her  tight,  tight  like  she  squeezes  her  eyes  closed  and  hayden  begins  to  cry.  “i’m  here  for  you.”

      chloe  understands  callie's  dilemma.  as  an  officer  of  the  law  there  have  been  times  where  she  could  use  that  to  her  advantage.  especially  when  her  partner  in  crime  (fighting)  is  the  actual  devil.  that  puts  her  in  a  position  where  she  could  easily  take  justice  into  her  own  hands,  with  the  strong  likelihood  of  not  facing  any  repercussions.  that  is,  if  her  conscience  allowed.  which  it  never  does.  not  even  when  she  faced  the  man  who  murdered  her  father,  chloe  chose  to  trust  the  system.  "sometimes  there  is  more  power  in  showing  restraint,"  chloe  states.  "which,  i  know  can  make  it  all  seem  pointless.  but  good  intentions  doesn't  always  equate  good  results."  

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭    ,    𝐰𝐚𝐬    𝐬𝐡𝐞    ?  jules  glances  up  from  the  phone  encased  between  her  hands  ,  the  source  of  her  distraction  from  their  mission  .  however  ,  a  swift  glance  around  their  surroundings  was  enough  to  ensure  the  coast  was  still  clear  .  she  offers  dj  a  sheepish  smile  as  she  quickly  tucks  the  device  into  her  backpack  .    “  oops  !    looks  like  there’s  still  no  one  out  here  ,  though  .  need  me  to  give  you  a  boost  over  the  fence  ?  ”

"ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ sᴜɢᴀʀ ᴄᴏᴀᴛɪɴɢ."  faye  reminded,  the  lack  of  remorse  clear  in  her  tone.  the  witch's  impassive  gaze  meeting  maeve's.  "next  time  if  you  want  me  to  lie  to  you,  just  let  me  know  beforehand.  i  could  use  some  practice  in  biting  my  tongue."  or  faye  could  avoid  offering  to  listen  and  ‘help’  in  the  first  place.  with  a  dramatic  sigh,  she  leaned  back  into  the  chair  and  gave  maeve  another  once  over.  "so  what  do  you  want?  the  painful  truth  or  to  continue  droning  on  as  i  pretend  to  listen?”