#oncetrue

bastiana :(

i only hope it’s happening to all my friends and they grow to resent me for never allowing them to see fresh, quality content

                      Pain radiates from her skin; the fabric of her flannel now soaked and cold and more importantly, stuck to open flesh, tugging with the slightest of movements like a friendly reminder of the events that unfolded in the library. she doesn’t understand what led her here. what fraction of her instinct made her think erroneously driving to his house—HIS HOME, was a good idea. she didn’t want him to know. she could only think of the time it took to rebuild their bond after she had been nothing more than a vessel to the nogitsune, if he found out about this there would be no going back. but even so.  she needed him.                     shaken, crimson stained fingers reach for her sweater in the backseat and tug it over her frame. she winces at the sting that almost crescendos through her being and vibrates in her bones unforgivably. she was tired, but closing her eyes meant seeing his face again. cold and lifeless. a dearly departed youth on the account of her actions. she steps out, makes it to his door and hesitantly rings the door bell. her eyes catch sight of the deep shade crusted between every crease and every ridge of her fingertips. she tucks her hands into her pockets haphazardly; they need to be out of sight until she can wash them. this was stupid. he’s a fucking werewolf. odds are he can already smell the stench of iron illuminating from her right from his bedroom.                                                                                                            this  was  a  mistake.                                                                                                            she  needed  to  go.                                                                                                            she        had        to.                     breathing ripples from her throat in her uncertainty. she shouldn’t be here. she shouldn’t be here. SHE SHOULDN’T BE HERE. she turns herself around in her worn sneakers, heads right for roscoe. she just needed to get back in the jeep and drive home. that’s it. then this would never have happened.

                 ❛ i could have helped, y’know. ❜ he speaks clearly; doesn’t dance around the fact that he had to catch a flight back to beacon hills to comprehend the depth of what’s been happening. he understands though——to an extent. a text takes less than a minute, and an explanation would be a max of five. ❛ but i guess. so you died. again. because of theo? ❜ had he been asked for help, he would have offered. would have came sooner. he could have helped scott, but that’s none of his business.

                  It’s been difficult getting alexandria back together; he’s lost count of how many corpses he’s helped scrape off the cement, or how much time he’s put into repairs. he’s not by any means complaining though. he’s got maggie, he’s got his group, and they’ve held their ground. they were strong that way. ❛ scott—— ❜ eyes linger on the boy as he wanders on over to him. part of getting the town back together again was doing runs. he doesn’t mind though. the boy could easily take care of himself. no need to baby him. ❛ 'wanna give me a hand with this shelf? it’s blocking this door over here. ❜

when u match icons with bae :/ @oncetrue

                      ❝ damn. this place went to the dumps after i left... ❞ simple words, spoken as he rounded a tree to find the other. a grin upon his face / the question was, would scott remember him?