#mason.meme

       he might be as high as a fucking kite , but he’s still able to make sense of his environment - even if he’s tripping , the few hits he’d taken from his mate’s joint , having brought him to a new fucking galaxy . it’s how he’s spent most of his days lately - getting high in an attempt to rid himself of any thought or memory of that night . the screams still managing to haunt him at night - able to leave him restless , sleep being something he hadn’t done properly in weeks . it’s a nightmare really , a living fucking nightmare . but he needed a breather , heading out for a walk seeming like the best option - and he walks and walks - until after a while he’d somehow ended up in the woods , by the lake . it’s where he spots an all too familiar figure , walking up to the femme , hand resting on her shoulder . he’s not s u r e how she’s been holding up , yet he doesn’t need to ask either - the answer to that , would be obvious . “  lexi , ” silence is broken , whiskey hues falling upon the femme’s features . “  we’ll find the one behind all of this - whoever’s done this . ” whether it was one person or a group - they’d eventually p a y . “  i promise . ”

        there’s a small laugh that manages to escape him in the middle of their little argument as the femme stuck her middle finger up . “  you’re O V E R R E A C T I N G .  ” of course the bianchi family was bound to find out sooner or later - that during the founders balls , a couple had sneaked upstairs to both - get high , and fuck on one of the beds . sixteen bedrooms - or so he’d been told that the mansion had , so what were the odds of esmerelda and himself ending up in one of the guest bedrooms ?? pretty high . then again - they weren’t looking for a bedroom in particular , ending up in the first one they found without caring who it belonged to . the only reason elena knew it was him , was because as soon as she asked - mason had given it away by the brief stuttering , or the awkward laugh that escaped him . of course , he wasn’t going to give away the name of the femme , simply because the last thing he wanted was to get esmerelda into this mess too . knowing her family , for all he knows they could show up at her doorstep asking for a compensation , if that was even a thing . he’d fix this , that’s what he’s telling himself . “  listen , it’s not that big of a deal just .  .  . get someone to clean the sheets or whatever - it’s not like we broke anything , ‘lena . ” he’s not even sure , what room he’d ended up fucking in - but he doesn’t dare to ask . “  god , what do you want me to do ?? get on my knees and beg for forgiveness ??  ” he questions , his brows knitting together as he stared at the femme . “  you’ll get over it.  ”

enrique meme .

          it’s not exactly what he wanted - for her to have walked in on him committing a murder . he’s been given orders , - grab the guy in the green neon shirt , and kill him . there’s blood covering his hands , his digits gripping the knife finally slicing the stranger’s throat open . his breathing is erratic , and while death and murder were two things no one should ever get used to , he’s seen it too many times . it’s a sight he hates , watching the life vanishing from his victim’s eyes - the way they struggled , or cried with every single stab - until they gave up . it’s someone working for the rival young family . it’s all he knows , he’s not been given any more information , but he’s not asked any questions either - he’s not interested . knowing about his victims only made him feel worse - the more guilty . he hates his job , fuck - he wishes he could quit , but he c o u l d n ‘ t  . a drop of sweat trickles down his forehead , hand lifting only to wipe it away with the back of his hand , blood smearing over his skin . and then - he hears steps , heels clicking against the pavement , and his gaze shifts , mouth dry as his gaze falls upon the all too familiar blonde . “  beatrice -  ” but he spots the magnum revolver , she’s holding - knife dropped onto the ground as he pushes himself up , hands raised as if to ask for mercy . “  this is not what you think it is - ” he’s sure she knows he works for her family , but what he means is - that he wasn’t the one randomly targeting innocent people , and craving crosses into their chest . “ don’t kill me -  ” it’s a plea , voice almost shaky . for once that things seemed to be going the way he wanted them to , minus his choice of profession , he has a feeling he’ll end up d e a d - “  i’m only doing what your brother asked me to .  ” he takes a step closer , dares to risk it . “  please , don’t kill me , beatrice . i’m doing this for your family .  ”