#handsovdeath

      his words were sharp as knives cutting through her and oh, how cold it felt to be rejected not only by him but all the others who had seen her waking from a coma a complete different person. sofia felt it in her veins –––– she was changed. for the best or worst she was unsure, after all she had only woken up a few weeks ago, all she had was LOST, all the people who pledged alliance to her were now her enemies. a new face was ruling gotham and everyone she turned to just threatened to kill her for good or ruin her life if she ever attempted to approach them again. 

      the falcone name was TAINTED with death and blood due to her greediness and all her actions, destroying peoples lives and killing innocent people. even the orphanage she had was changed, the name no longer belonging to falcone as it once did. she had it all and she lost it all in what seemed to be a blink of an eye. and oh, how the tables have turned when she came to the only person who believed her to be a FRIEND. oswald once believed in her, devoted his trust in her and she took advantage for her own good, not caring about the destruction she left in her path. 

      ❝ i just –––– ❞ what was she to say? there were so many words stuck in her throat, apologies and thoughts of kindness, but what good were those now that the damage was done? now that she had her own father killed? she had no family left and whoever knew her hated her. 

      ❝ please, forgive me oswald. ❞ her words came out more as a murmur than properly sounded with confidence as they always were. how pathetic was she now? she lost everything and everyone over a reign from a city that cared not about her. her father was right all along. she wasn’t ready for gotham and she got DESTROYED for that. ❝ i know you hate me i just… i didn’t know where else i could go. ❞ she didn’t dare looking to his eyes, a single tear falling from her left eye. ❝ i have nothing and no one. not anymore. ❞

@handsovdeath ❀ isabella

Shaking his head as if he can’t believe it, he grins. How did he get so lucky? Isabella is the most wonderful woman he has ever met. Not only she is beautiful but she is clever, kind and…she actually seems to like him, she understood him and accepted him even though she knew what he has done. If there was ever any doubt that Edward is in love with her, he is certain now. 

(   *    ?    —  SOFT ANGST STARTERS —  ?  * )      (accepting)

@handsovdeath  ✦ Isabella

❝What?❞ Don’t be paranoid. It’s alright, you can fix this.He tries to tell himself the moment he heard her, but he feels the panic and paranoia washing over him.❝No. No.❞ he shakes his head and walks to her, grabbing her wrist. She can’t just leave, he can’t lose her.  ❝I love you.❞ (She is just like the other one, isn’t she? Which only means…)No. Shut up! Isabella is not like Miss Kringle. She’s different.(Maybe, but…are you?) the voice in his head laughsTake a breath, calm down. Edward closes his eyes and lets her go. Then he clenches his jaw and opens them again — he is in control. ❝Tell me what happened.❞

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[asfkjakfafjka thank you, I love writing with you so much. Your Isabella and Oswald are just amazing and we should definitely do something with Kristen too]

“What do you want?” The haunt questions as she takes a seat on a dusty couch, her eyes focused on the male. It seemed just as she stared at him—she felt…uncomfotable but she attempts to hide such behind a stone visage. “As you can imagine, being dead renders one. rather . .busy.”

“Well, I wish I had better news for you but if you really want to know the End times are coming and this hotel will be nothing but dust in the radioactive wind. Now the fact that I don’t know what’s going to happen to your spirits bothers me because if you die again then I have more souls to torture in hell but on the other hand that’s getting a little boring. Believe me you don’t want Lucifer bored.”

the devil walks over to the couch and sits down beside her “Yes, and being the devil involves no one on the throne of hell. There is nothing here that you need to do admit it.” Lucifer chuckles as he runs a hand through his hair “I have no idea what’s it’s like to be dead but this place has been closed up for how long? I don’t think there’s much to do around a place who’s usefulness has passed.”