#fabledvictim

   "Are you gonna skip your hit, because I'm not gonna sit around here all day, kid."

 "Just warning you; behind this door is a whole lotta crazy." 

Hannibal made a face, "Maybe if I you wouldn't have thrown a party while I was away....." He looks down at the stupid wine bottle, his empty, $500 red wine bottle, and shakes his head. "It was your spin an landed on me: better obey the rules of the game or be deemed as weak by your... friends."

“— the blood’s on your hands.”

[Unsent][Abigail Hobbs] I miss you.[Unsent][Abigail Hobbs] And I'm sorry. You might still be here if it weren't for me.[Unsent][Abigail Hobbs] I'm just... I'm sorry. I wish you were still here.[Unsent][Abigail Hobbs] I still wish I could have been something for you, even if I wasn't your everything.

For a split second, Alana’s expression falters in surprise until her brow finally loosens from it’s furrow, “I love you, too.” As she smiles softly, the kind of smile that is, admittedly, afraid of being told otherwise, but it sticks there on her face. “But that’s of little consequence. And, furthermore, is a little compromising as a statement on my behalf, involvement-wise. What matters is I care about what happens to you a lot.”

he always seems to attract the new kids.

Slipping Through My Fingers by ABBA