#godlessgrl

@godlessgrl requested a song! random song from my 'on repeat' playlist! red wine supernova

He was in trouble. He'd spotted Zachary, his ex, standing all the way at the back of the crowd during his band's set, amd they'd made accidental eye contact, and now that the set was over he wanted to just disappear. So of course, he ran. Now, maybe trying to outrun a vampire wasn't the brightest idea, but what else could he do? He owed the guy money, the guy owed him the potential he used to have, before the drugs. All in all, a crap situation.

Question not the thrill of the echo, echo, and echo Unless one finds themselves in trouble with good faith, In devotion as good sister, in the holiest water we bathe Ne'er a time to think, to breathe, to see the Roman-Greco Nay, for even the closest haunt their own, like a wicked wraith

Even now, it deepens its cuts and its bruises Live life so stringent yet prudent, good student Inescapable despair in mere moments, it abuses Sing now or forever hold your breath, she chooses Earn repose in quarter-notes, so musically impudent

The graduation that soothes and orchestrates How might one disappear in the dead of the night? And what might one bring to fake one's own death? That spoon, two drums, three beats, and four measures Come hither and hum away any and all your displeasures Here lies I, who stands weak, tall, and out of breath Every second in rhythm with my personal delight Run free, strum strings, whistle for she awaits

"you know it was," she admits, voice barely a whisper. she doesn't like to talk about her feelings, not even with quinn. but she can't lie to her either. it's always hell when they aren't together. and the closest thing cricket will ever come to heaven when they reunite. (not that she believes in any of that bullshit.) "i'm glad you're back," is all she can manage to say.

cricket sighs, the question lingering heavy in the air. she doesn't want to admit all the things she's been feeling. she doesn't want to scare quinn away. but if she bites her tongue now, she'll have to bite it off. she needs to tell her something. the elephant in the room has grown too large.

"i haven't been able to stop since..." since that first time. the taste of it: human flesh. the rush: the feeling of absolute power and control. of completely consuming someone. she supposes this is the reason her daddy never let her eat meat growing up. she's predisposed to addiction: drugs, sex, cannibalism.

"tell me it hasn't been on your mind," she says. she knows it'll be a lie, and quinn never lies to her. they'd made that deal a long time ago. "you can't," she adds. she leans in close, so close that quinn can probably smell the coffee on her breath, see the lack of sleep in the bags beneath her eyes. close enough that cricket can see the goosebumps raising on quinn's skin. "tell me you don't wanna do it again," she challenges. go ahead. lie to me.

❝ it doesn't sound that insane ! like, really, what's the difference between breaking into someone's house and showing up there uninvited ? ❞ probably quite a few things, but paris is largely uninterested in having her logic brought into question like this. what she's more concerned about is getting into this celebrity house party in silver lake tonight. if the door is open, will anyone really notice if they slip into a place that big ? ❝ my main point, q, is that we have gotta get out of this apartment. we have spent too many nights of our young lives cooped up in houses without dance floors and in - ground outdoor pools, ❞

paris came to LA to live. if they're not going to take advantage of what's around them, what's was the point of running away ? yeah, they're absolute nobodies right now, but the only way to become somebodies is by putting themselves out there. she hops up from her spot on their dingy couch and stands in front of quinn, blocking her view of the television.