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never forget. <3

@dreadhour sent: “Tell me you don’t regret it.” / spike @ buffy

Eyes fall to the floor at that question. It was one of those questions that usually had her bolting for the exit the first chance she got. How else was she suppose to escape the feelings she had for him? Beat him down, tell him how unworthy he was of her, tell herself she was above him and everything he stood for. Pretend she didn't crave a little danger in her lover.

"No." Her answer is soft on her tongue, eyes raised now to meet his with sincerity in them. While never wanting to admit her true feelings for him because of what he was, and how he made her feel. She knew they were there, and that he deserved to be left with some semblence of solace before they all meet their end. "I don't regret it."

how the fuck had they gotten here ?? this study session has gone completely awry , his already battered chemistry book not - so - gently nudged off his lap and landing against erica's bedroom floor with a thud. and it's not like there's anything else to grab his attention , not when erica moves in close , way past the usually socially respectable parameters and looks at him like that. he's seen it plenty of times , when she's trying to get under scott's skin , or fucking around with stiles ... hell , it's no secret that erica takes full advantage of the bite to take what she wanted when she wanted it , it's just ---

isaac swallows , tongue flicking out to anxiously wet his lips. his heart is thudding wildly in his chest , and the worst part ?? he knows she can hear it ... ' I , uh --- ' he starts , flounders , gives up. isaac doesn't know what he's trying to say , doesn't know what's going on or how he's supposed to react. one thing , however , is for certain ; he's gonna fail the damn chem test tomorrow ...

' erica ... ' isaac murmurs , unsure if it's more of a warning or a plea. his hand moves on it's own accord to tuck a strand of her hair back behind her ear , gaze dropping towards her mouth as his fingertips brush the shell of her ear.

there is a snort leaving her. a snort, mixed with a laugh when his nose brush against her & she doesn't even try to hide the smile forming upon features. pale lilac gaze lift to him, before there's a small shake of her head, hands steady against his chest. it feels as if things had shifted between them lately, and for a time she wasn't sure. if it was just her. if it was all in her head and she was getting ahead of herself. but then there is moments like these and it's a little harder to think that way. " i am going to dragon stone, " a slow exhale as she takes a small step back. " on dragon back. i was simply wondering if you wanted to come ? "

Hmm, Felicia... Do you think if someone burns to death, they get a discount on the cremation?

i’m not asking you to fix me, i just don’t want to be alone in this // @dreadhour (billy russo) to wanda !!

__________✦    SHE    FEELS    THE    LONELINESS    &&    THE    WELL-HIDDEN    FEAR.    she   tries   to   tamp   it   down,    but   her   power   also   includes    empathy    (    vizh   had   once   asked   her   what   it   was   like    –    to   hear   thoughts,    to   feel   emotions   that   weren't   hers,    &&    to    have    the    unbridled    power    of    creation    at    her    fingertips    &&    not   rip   the   world   apart   on   a   whim    –    she    still    doesn't    know    )    ❛    sometimes,    fixing    things   can   make   it   worse.    trust    me,    i    should    know.    ❜    she's   only   ever   wanted   to   do   what   was   right    &&    she   has   paid   for   the   misfortune   she's   brought   ten   times   over    –    it's    hard    to    tell    herself    she    doesn't    deserve    it.    she   pulls   a   chair    &&    sits,    unruly   curls   bouncing   in   her   face   without   her   tiara   in   sight   to   tame   what   is   untameable.    ❛    well,    i   have   nowhere   to   be.    are   you   a   coffee   or   tea   person    ??    ❜    she   smiles   sheepishly,    shrugging   her   shoulders.    ❛    one   or   the   other   always   helped   me   clear   my   mind   when   things   were       …       loud.    ❜

" yes. " the unintentional snap of her own voice stills nesta; forces her to pause her trembling hands as they fuss uselessly with unfamiliar weapons. she takes a deep breath as she sets her serious sights upon joyce's brown eyes. she looks stressed, too ( it's not exactly unusual ) but steady somehow. the endless depth of her brown eyes calms her — it's the very same effect her younger sister's gaze so often has on her.

" as much as i can think it through. i'm struggling to get my head around most of it... how long has this been going on for, mrs byers? "

hawkins has been UNUSUAL for a while now, and not just because of the rag tag group of teens always zooming around the town. but even she hadn't noticed the once sleepy town had transformed into a place of nightmares, the kind she witnessed for the first time today. she grits her teeth, fighting the urge to shiver at the memory of the hideous creature the others had taken down before her eyes.

By  all  appearances,  he  was  but  a  mere  and  lowly  tailor.  His  shop  announced  itself  as  such,  bolts  of  fabric  in  the  window,  mannequins  dressed  in  half-finished  coats,  the  promise  of  careful  hands  and  patient  mending.  Inside,  the  air  was  always  warm,  smelling  faintly  of  steam  and  tea.  It  was  so  inviting  that  often  people  lingered  without  quite  knowing  why.  And  here  it  sat,  tucked  into  a  narrow  street  in  the  middle  of  a  vast  labyrinth  that  most  people  forgot  it  the  moment  they  turned  the  corner…yet  somehow,  those  who  needed  it  always  found  it.  So,  maybe  this  was  one  of  those  instances.  He  turned  the  key  back.

The  door  opened  with  a  familiar  creak,  the  bell  chiming  softly  overhead.  Temo  stepped  outside,  rain  immediately  spotting  his  sleeves,  and  gave  her  a  tentative  smile.  It  was  an open smile,  a  little  awkward,  but  sincere  and  welcoming,  nonetheless.  “Sorry  to  bother  you,”  he  said.  “I  was  just  closing,  but…well.  It’s  warmer  inside,  and  I’ve  got  tea  on.”  He  nodded  toward  the  shop  behind  him.  “You’re  welcome  to  wait  out  the  rain,  if  you’d  like.”