#g0dwept

☢ • The Ghoul was an enigma to Lucy. One moment he could be the most despicable creature she had ever met. Then suddenly he showed her glimpses of the man he used to be. Not the man before the irradiation, but before his trauma. Hints of a gentleman, who knew softness. It was clear that there was something more to his ire than simply changing shape. These were times she secretly cherished. Though she never made a big deal of it, worried she’d scare him back into his shell.

      Crimson grew across her face, as he put his jacket over her shoulders. It smelled like cigarettes and musk; she found she didn’t mind as much as she thought she would. It seemed that she had grown accustomed to, or even fond his scent. There was a strange safety she associated it with now. It was easy to forget all the bad things he had done to her, when faced with all the good. Even if his foul mouth and attitude could drive her batty.

      “T-Th-anks.” Lucy hadn’t even noticed she was shivering. Addiction was ravaging her, and she wasn’t sure she had the strength to stop it. Since he rescued her – he’d shown her more grace. It was hard not to notice. She snuggled into his jacket, used his collar to hide her blushing. “Where do you want to stop tonight? I think I have a few good hours of walking left in me.” If she kept moving, maybe she could exhaust herself out of craving more drugs.

@g0dwept asked: 🏹 Yank an arrow out of the receiver’s shoulder with a swift pull. — cooper & sam

☢ • Barb hugged Janey’s bear to her chest, as if it were a lifeline. Tears fought to stay trapped behind her eyelashes. “I did what I had to do, what needs to be done. Just like I always do. I am keeping us safe.” Even if it meant sacrificing herself, “I had a rough day at work. Please…I can’t do this right now.” She closed her eyes tightly and took in the scent of the teddy.  

☢ • “Now, now – don’t get a head of yourself cowpoke.” Tongue stuck out playfully as she circled him predatorially. “I don’t take too kindly to being ordered around by strange men. Unless we’re in the boudoir of course. Now. give me a reason, and a good one - that isn’t a hole in the head. Cause I already got one of those baby…Death is shy when it comes to me.” She used her pistol to move her blonde hair to the side, revealing the gnarly bullet wound. “If I'm lying I'd like to know if I'm protecting you or myself.”

HER HANDS DONT TREMBLE — not when reaching for Emmett . They've been frozen in time together now for some time , but certain things don't change . Her absolute trust in him is unwavering , even when he's sad or upset . Because of his stature , others might let him have time to himself . However Edward has Alice and Rosalie has Jasper and Emmett as her .

She's shorter , much shorter , but not quite alice height , when her hands make contact with the shirt at his shoulders and she pulls him down to her height . Both arms slide around his shoulders , anchoring him to her . Her face buries into his shoulder , inhaling everything that just makes him Emmett .

❝ I don't know what's wrong , but I'm here , ❞ she reassures him . One hand moves up into his curly hair , scratching her nails against his scalp .

it felt arresting, the way the low - crawling fog had started to roll in; how the sprawl of the cabin's makeshift back yard from the porch steps seemed to swallow itself in a strange and unusual thatch of overgrown weeds, vines, roots from all angles. off in the near distance, the piercing snap of a gunshot perforated the mid - morning air: a gut - punch of a sound, ringing out through the woods, that preceded a mournful cry that could have only belonged to jonathan — and lonnie's gruff, disappointed yell, pealing like nails on a chalkboard in quick, demoralising succession. ' you're tellin' me you can't even put down a rabbit? ' he snapped, loud enough to make joyce's skin crawl, and a lick of fiery vexation rise up in her gut. ' I thought I was teachin' you to be a man, jonathan. '

amidst the muffle of his ever retreating voice, the omnipresent rustling of the laundry she'd left out almost seemed to encircle the spot to which she was rooted, like it originated nowhere and yet, like her ex - husband's derision of their eldest son, emanated everywhere.

in the haloing light, it was disorienting. like a dream, like she'd stepped back into some uncanny imitation of a time she'd been all too glad to escape.

in an instant, her every contemplation shattered, her attention snapping to a rush of burnt - orange and navy dashing through the nettle - sharp underwood; a flash of mousey - brown hair and dirtied - white sneakers, finding hurried purchase on jutting rock and mossy fallen bracken. it was will, scrambling through the gnarl of tree branches, like a rabbit being chased down by a hungry pack. will, disappearing into the door of lonnie's old tool shed, where it cut up through the tree line like a lumbering tombstone, entirely out of place and lurching crooked on its nonexistent foundation.

without a second thought, joyce took off after him, no thought spared for the rusty old tripwire still stretched out through the undergrowth, or of the way the ground dipped and sank around the rising, snarling tree roots. when she finally shoved through the door after him, she was met with the erratic, kaleidoscope - flicker of battery - powered lights and the clatter of loose boarded walls shaking and splitting from their nails, the entire structure standing around her giving way to scrabbling claws, to dripping ooze and bared teeth in the tens of dozens. to will's hands, pounding on the other side of an opaque carapace suddenly, horrifyingly keeping her from him.

Alice huffs, kicking Emmett's shins underneath the table. Maybe she is. Just a little. College is fun and all, but the amount of work she has to do has made her put feeding to the wayside. Just a little bit. Her eyes are dark, deep circles underneath her eyes. She needs to go hunting today, or else something bad might happen. Hangry doesn't just apply to humans, after all.

Alice blinks and pouts, swinging her legs back and forth as she sits atop the hood of her car. "Well, yanno I was put in an asylum for a reason. Might not have been just the visions." Her pout turns into a mischievous grin, a soft giggle escaping her. "But what? I'm not allowed to be excited that Edward is finally branching out a little? Look, Bella is human...but she's so cool! I like her. Just because we disagree, I don't think that means there's anything wrong with me."