#demiised

I missed you too! :( Are you back? :D

kind of sort of?

replied to your post

“Hey guys, I went boom <<”

{ omg am i hallucinating or did dylan make a post } { fiona thinks we're both hallucinating tbh }

Tate bounced his foot as he waited for class to finish, his pen rattling in his teeth as he shook. He needed to go home, he was dying to get stoned. Finally the bell rung, and he was easy the first out of his chair.

Heading through the school to the back exit he heard commotion to his left, people were crowded around what was obviously a fight. But when a girl was pushed through the crowd to the ground and Tate caught I direct glimpse, his heart skipped a beat.

Rushing over he crouched and grabbed her hand which was in front of her trying to get away. He slid her out of the group and pulled her to her feet. “Go fuckin figure you’re friends with that freak,” Leah barked…Tate didn’t know which of them she was meant to be addressing. “You’re nose is bleeding… better go make sure Dr Craws surgery isn’t fucked up.” He said calmly knowing she hated people mentioning her nose job. “Common,” he said to the girl he’d saved “let’s get outta here.”

 “Yeah, like I haven’t heard that one before.   Why don’t you leave me alone   and   use   that advice   yourself?    Crazy    bitch.”

“Aw, teen angst is just so damn cute.

  If I were you I wouldn’t try that in this house, if you

     “It’s kind of IRONIC to hear that coming      from you of all people. Dad thinks you’ve       LOST    YOUR    SHIT,    you    know.”

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Death. Darkness. It always seemed to call to her. For a witch who so earnestly tried to surround herself with nothing but light, the empty feeling it brought was not something she welcomed. Ever. Yet somehow, some way, it always seemed to find her, looming over her shoulder like some unmistakable figure of guilt. Just as often as it found her, she’d know what she had to do. She had to fix it, as best she could.

That’s what her power was good for, wasn’t it? Fixing things? The bad that sought her out, it wanted to be cured-- that’s why it always seemed to pull her in. She followed it’s lead like always.

Her otherwise icy blue eyes opened when she knew she was there, inhaling the new, thin air sharply. A house, one as dark and looming as the very feeling that had summoned her, was now in her line of sight. This was not a place she’d ever find herself stumbling upon on her own. No, it reeked of death, of despair--- she found it hard to swallow as her tall boots clacked up the brick-laden walkway. Her pulse, which had quickened noticeably, told her there was nothing good inside this house, yet something in it that still needed her help.

Her intuition led her to the door, which with a little magic-- opened easily. It was as dark inside as it was out, and honestly, Misty wasn’t at all surprised. These places always had a tendency to be so dreary, the places that she found herself. She supposed that’s why she was there, maybe she was supposed to bring her own light? Her feet led her to the bottom of a staircase, tall as it was. Within a few moments of hesitation, she ascended it, soon enough finding herself on the second floor.