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listennnn after their lil text thread where he called her a silly goose and then incorrectly used the plural for geese ... you knew this was coming. he's a silly goose and needs to get in the pond. also we have to have the knife in there, right??? she'd probably put this somewhere like on her arm alongside a bunch of other little tattoos <3
@maskacre sent ♠️ to find out what tattoo sawyer would get to represent them .
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(interior: the back of her van, the new license burning a hole in her pocket ... she’s nursing a beer she shouldn’t have stolen, warming her mouth on the frothy taste: there’s a blanket spread over the edge of the thrown open doors, soft music twisting free from the radio). she isn’t the type of girl who relaxes easily. but the day has been long and the night promises to be quick -- night’s promises are usually more truthful, anyway. ‘‘ what do you think the scariest thing in the world is? honest. no tough guy shit. ’’ ( * @maskacre ).
[...] 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. the locked or unlocked state of his door is no schrodinger's cat, not much of an existential question to be pondered over as much as a certainty in jasper's mind that it had very much been locked when last he had left his house. but he isn't anticipating that variety of answer, and the peculiarity of it leaves him wearing a quirked brow and a mask of confusion as he assesses the other. " i think you mean to say nothing stays locked, because this door was four hours ago. "
@maskacre
( florescent lighting and a wall of lockers serve as background for their clandestine meeting. ) an ominous declaration if helena has ever heard one, but the thing about @maskacre is that one can never truly know if he’s joking or not. helena tries to read him ; honeyed eyes narrowing and head canting ever so. he reads like a cipher that she hasn’t cracked just yet. “could you maybe be a little more vague?” ( teasing words from the smirking slant of her mouth. ) a little tug of war never hurt anyone. her eyes flit, a quick glance to make sure no one is around to intrude before she eats a bit of space between them with a step closer. “what does that make you then?” ( voice a whispered crack of dulcet vocals rasped from the back of her throat. ) “a priest, mortician or the grim reaper himself?”
( * @maskacre said: they called me unfocused, uncooperative, and possibly depressed ).
cassie was trying to learn how to skateboard. newsflash: she sucked at it, no matter how hard she tried (exterior: the flesh of a dark street, a single lamplight somewhere in the distance ... the world is cold and indifferent to them, a young child nursing the wound of a scraped knee, a conversation spared between her and the voyeur of her agony). she stares up at frank, standing a healthy distance away from her, the two of them bound in the strange night - time safety of conversation. he looks like a phantom sometimes. holy fatherly saint of sin, it hurts to look at him for too long: she lets her gaze rest against his shoes, but even that speaks of something uncomfortable and sinister. ‘‘ now that is a yearbook quote and a half. what do you think of yourself? do you agree? ’’
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“Come on, play with me!"
kai ( @maskacre ) ❥ one-liner starter call.
she hardly looks away from the gloomy view before her until his fingers linger through wet strands of hair , grazing her cold face as he pushes it out of the way . despite her damp skin , it's evident in her eyes that she had been crying at some point not long ago , perhaps before he joined her here . eyes widen slightly as she watches him give up his jacket , the heavy fabric warming her instantly from his wear . she pushes her arms through the sleeves and sighs in content this time . it's safer with him here .
her mind buzzes from the alcohol . little does he know there were two other bottles before this one that had long been discarded . she watches as he takes a drink . slowly , her hand reaches for his as he places the bottle back between them . ❛ i don't ever want to lose you . ❜ she confesses , squeezing his damp hand in her own . when he asks about heading inside , she nods , taking the bottle in her free hand . ❛ yeah . . . help me up ? ❜ there's something sad about the way she asks , as though she's seeking any excuse to hold his hand a bit longer , or to simply have another moment of closeness .
@maskacre / x
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