#doevines

mans is most likely hosting an insane, star-studded halloween party so it's the perfect chance to recreate the blade rave scene, fake bloo raining all over everyone and all. or maybe it's not fake, who knows! u kinda have to do funny things when ur daddy strikes a deal with the devil and involves his entire bloodline

van_palmer , a laugh falls between the crack in her lips. if it can even be called a laugh. more like the sound of morbid irony, but who the hell who is keeping score these days? VAN'S HANDS WAVER, molding the air into a sphere as if she's getting ready to launch it straight into the tree line. no hand contact in soccer, van! fuck, they haven't seen a soccer ball in years. the college kids back in ohio play in a field down the street but her walk man's gotten about as much use lately as her hot off the press 1990 copy of goodfellas ... oh, lorraine bracco was only good enough for a couple of eye-rolling watches ... maybe lottie thinks she remembers the non-existent ice cream scene too.

" gee, lot, i think you ought to hone in on you're getting people to sign the white dotted line skills before it starts feeling a whole lot more like getting into a white van there. " this is where van shines after all. with just a few moves of her mouth she can shove some sorry excuse for humour down all of their hungry, starving throats. EXCEPT THEY AREN'T REALLY HUNGRY ANYMORE. the winter came and died. the years passed in a slow hullabaloo. (we changed and we stayed the same) and it hasn't been so damn true as it is right this second, in the same room as lottie, with a howl tucked in her esophagus just waiting for the moon. " you're not exactly giving the mcflurry machine a run for its money right about now. " she sighs beneath her breath. " how the hell did you even find me? " A BEAT, and a wrinkled nose. " do i even wanna know? "

people's sexiest man alive could do what everyone expects him to do and dress up as superman, but no, nate is one step ahead or whatever the hell nikocado was mumbling about and decided to dress as the disney prince he thinks he looks like. please be sure he will be showing off his pecs and trying to find a sexy redhead to flirt with

"Oh, Lottie, can you come help me with this?" The coach is trying to tie her hair back, the limited dexterity in her right hand making it difficult, although that's not fully her reason for calling Lottie over. Of course Cathy had noticed some of the girl's behavior changing since the crash, but wasn't going to push it. They were all under stress, it was expected that some of their behavior is off. But after the girls' seance ended with Lottie getting hurt, Cathy's kept a closer eye on her.

    They move among the trees. The moon is somewhere above them, but her light can't pass through the canopy except in silver shards; the only light at all is behind them at the compound, and Larissa, who can see in the dark, doesn't know if Charlotte shares the gift, or if she walks so soundlessly and confidently from the power of another sense.

    “When the Romans overran the isle of Britannia,”  she says in a voice for Charlotte alone, soft but carrying, intimate but afar, as though murmured down a well, “they dreaded the forests. Three legions had lost their aquilae, the souls of the armies, in the forest of Teutoberg in Germania to the Cherusci prince, Arminius. They could not countenance losing more. And they were certain that the Druids of the woods would cut down and destroy them.”

would she ever find a cure? probably not. mostly because charlotte didn't even know what she was trying to fix, or if she needed fixing at all. well, at least physically. because while she had her own perceptions of what was wrong with her, the reality was entirely different. and she hadn't lived inside of it for a while now. and it showed. that was what pushed her to leave new york behind, to trade her townhouse for elysian grove, as thought geography and yoga could rewire a person.

had it helped? not even close. if it had, she wouldn't be here now, half lost in the woods, forcing her namesake to feed into her delusions. the night hummed with incest chatter. the sounds of it mixed with their uneved footsteps, along with charlie's ragged breath. signs of unraveling, most likely. 

"i swear i hear it," charlie insisted. "every night, it's the same thing. i'm telling you, lottie. my baby is out here somewhere."