#methodtomymxdness

        “ well, 5:57 to be exact.”

he’d know. his eyes haven’t strayed from the pocket watch clutched in his fist in the past fifteen minutes, only flickering towards the window every now and again, a glimpse at the glowing horizon as he awaited the sun’s greeting.

                  “i asked you to be ready fifteen minutes EARLY. do you recall that?”

         ❝ Refresh my memory; was that before or after I said              im not doing this at the CRACK OF DAWN? ❞

  [ ACERBIC was hard at such an early hour, but Meg manages despite   a dearth of sleep and several layers of blanket drawn up over her head.   The woolen barrier is half punctuation to her refusal to accommodate   his early bird arrival, half futile attempt to  s l i p   back into a somnolent   fugue.  ] 

“----How can you just ask me to accept this part of you?! Especially when I’m not sure that it doesn’t extend to ME? How long will I be useful to you, Elijah? How long before you’re burying ME somewhere, hm?”

THAT WAS A DAMN COMPLIMENT YOU SWINE (-growls-)

( @methodtomymxdness )

          For the first time in God knows how long, Katherine woke up slowly and well-rested, deep and warm in the comfortable bed. She breathed in the sweet scent of her daughter, curled up tiny in her arms. Nadia hadn’t even stirred when Katherine slipped behind her the night before. She carefully got up and checked the time on her phone, but Sunday plans were not about to happen. Not today. 

         Katherine glanced at the her angelic sleeping daughter and then out the cracked door, remembering Elijah. She thought she smelled coffee, and her confidence in that grew as she mussed her hair, wiped her mouth clean of drool (so not sexy), and checked herself out in her tight yoga pants and little tank.