#ofalvces

the scot smiled plopping down beside her friend a little exhausted from work but still looking as happy as ever, bright eyes and all holding a glass tray in hand. “ i made brownies but half the tray is gone so i’ll leave the other half for you and the little guy! how is he by the way? i don’t ask about you enough, i feel like - like i’m always talking ‘bout work! “

she wipes her hand across her mouth, tasting blood. crimson stains her teeth and iron is harsh against cracked lips, making her look like something out of a dark fairytale. midnight eyes are deranged ( perhaps a prelude to what she will later become ), darting from side to side, watching her closely. sizing her up. a harsh breath is taken, and she staggers forward, her lungs feeling as if they are about to collapse underneath bruised ribs. recognizance flashes in her eyes as she realizes who stands before her ( an auror, an enemy ). dark hood drops, revealing tangled curls, entwined with equal parts blood and dirt. a chill runs up her neck like a knife as she drops to the floor, knees giving away under her, and it feels as if an iron fist presses her against the ground. knocks the air right out of her. making her much more lamb, than she is lion --- though, right now, she’s both. “help me ---- i couldn’t fend them off,” she whispers, her voice coming out hoarse, more like a cackle than a plead. she’s not good enough of an actress ( or maybe she just doesn’t care enough ), so she can’t quite hide the glint of insanity that sparkles so brightly in her eyes. instead, she goes for an easier approach, a card she has played before. victim. it makes her want to roll her eyes. “tell me, longbottom, why do people do such evil things?” long fingers dig into the gravel below, blood mixing with dirt as skin and ground meet. her bottom lip is trembling, a pained expression strikes her face, but she doesn’t feel it. she never does.

       NO ONE CAN HIDE FROM HER SIGHT. mossy green eyes study her fellow passengers on the train closely, noticing small quirks and mannerisms that she might copy for herself, next time she creates a NEW PERSONA. finally, her attention diverts to someone she recognizes from school ( and she also just... happens to know where she works... ). previously concentrated facade is washed away and replaced by a mask of sunshine. a wide smile appears on her strawberry red lips, and her eyes become less hawk like. more human. “ ALICE ! “ she exclaims, fingers tightening around the notebook that she has been hugging in her arms. gaze wanders to her stomach and she looks surprised for a brief second. “ how far along are ya? “

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@ofalvces // PLL starters.

[ sent — 11:43am ]: you. me. an entire hotel room to ourselves. the ENTIRE weekend.[ sent — 11:44am ]: the bed is a king size. we won’t even have to leave.[ sent — 11:45am ]: god babe, your legs are gunna be KILLING you after this weekend.[ sent — 11:46am ]: don’t forget to wear that necklace i bought u for ur birthday.[ sent — 11:46am ]: and nothing else