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It was the aroma which had lured her over in the first place, but hunger came in many fashions, and when her eyes found the chef behind the scent, one hunger trumped the other.

“And you wanted to talk to me why?”

"This is a lovely book. Who did you say was the Author again?"

send ♪ and i’ll shuffle my song list and write a short drabble based on the one picked. [x]

Nᴏᴡ Pʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: Metallic Falcons - Nighttime and Mourning

We close our eyes until morningSome hearts are for morning…

His eyes open to the suffocating smell of soot and ash constricting his lungs. The feeling of alarm in his chest is all too familiar to him—a side-effect of living in a group home where being woken in the middle of the night to frightening things was the new norm. It takes no time at all for his bare feet to touch the cold linoleum floor of his room and makes his way from the small bed in the corner to the hallway just beyond the door. While he takes careful steps in his sleepy state he can hear the lick of flames roaring in his head, though when he looks out into the hallway there are no flames to be seen. Only the effects of the invisible fire are prevalent, as seen in the way the age-old wallpaper turn black and curls in on itself in long strips, and the framework groans and splinters from a nonexistent heat. His insides feel as dry and the burning buildin and he knows he must get out soon or else he will choke. However, the sheer volume of the sound in his head sends him reeling as he makes his way down the charred corridor. Amidst the sound of the flames, he can hear the squeaking chains of the hanging sign above him as it swings. PATIENT ROOMS 300 - 330. The raging fire in his head causes his stomach to churn like an unbalanced washing machine, and it is difficult for him to concentrate on taking careful steps down the grand staircase as large parts of it crumble away beneath him, but when his eyes do focus on something he wishes he had no sight at all. At the bottom of the staircase is the scene of a funeral pyre without a flame, and Felix recognizes every single one of the deceased, piled up on top of each other in a tangle of limbs and limp bodies. Their skin bubbles and blackens like the hallway even though the only light that touches their bodies is the pale moonlight penetrating the windows. He tries to avoid the scene, stepping carefully down the final few steps, but as he scans the floor he sees a tiny familiar hand that sends shivers down his spine. That hand belongs to Nikki and he knows it, but his love’s tiny body is buried beneath ten others and it’s burning all the same. His eyes begin to water as he makes his way over to the hand. Above him he hears the ceiling giving in to the invisible fire, and he knows there isn’t much time left if he wants to escape the psychiatric home safely, but he has to find her. He digs through the bodies because it’s all he can do, despite the sound of chaos in his head, and with every body he pushes aside he can hear the screams of their souls in his head above the licking flames. It’s sheer insanity as he fights his way down to her, but he does, and she’s as beautiful as ever even in a death as grotesque as this.

i'll do chuck first because they are accidentally adorable

first meeting: vagabond - misterwives (you've been flying so high, avoiding the road, pretending to not feel alone)

becoming lovers: both hands - ani difranco (i am writing graffiti on your body; i am drawing the story of how hard we tried)

breakup: you know i'm no good - arctic monkeys (i cheated myself, like i knew i would)

working it out: stay - rihanna feat. mikky ekko (something in the way you move makes me feel like i can't live without you)