#pcppiins

      ❝ I’ve never seen you in New Orleans before –– -   Come to enjoy the Halloween festivities ? I should warn you : this is not a safe city to go wandering about dark alleys on your own.❞

if    there    was    one   thing   hayley    marshall    was     bad     at  ,    it   was  hearing    no  .    after   surviving   the   majority   of    her   life    on   her   own ,  no   one   around   to   tell   her  what   to   do    or   guide   her   ,    she’d  grown     to    hate   the   insinuation    that     there   was   something   in   the  world   she    wasn’t    capable   of    doing    her   damn   self  .     she   never    asked    to    be   that    way   .     hell  ,    she   wished   she   could   be   andrea      labonair  ,      the   surely     sheltered    and    loved   wolf-girl    who   never    had    to   worry   about    how    she’d   survive   another   day  .    but   that   was   just  it  .   she  lived   in   constant   survival   mode    and   in    fear   that   if  she’d   stop ,     she’d    lose    her    life -     or   worse ,     she’d   lose   hope  .    “   look ,   you’re    nice    and    i    really   don’t   want   to   kick   your   ass   ,     but   my   kid   needs   me    and   i   will   not   hesitate  t-   ”     she   stopped   ,   an    exasperated    sigh   falling   from   full   red   lips   as   she  took    in    dani’s    expression   .     “   could    you    not   look  at  me   like  that  ?     every    second    that   they’re   alive  ,   my  kid   is   at   risk  .    what  would  you   have   me   do   instead   ?   call   the   cops ?   round   up   the   a-team ?    i   won’t   have   anyone   else   get   hurt .   it   has   to   be  me  -    just  me .   ”

bitch, you already know the answer to this is yes dslkfnlngl

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 - 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑    //   @pcppiins​​  

she’s not sure why she’s here. actually, that’s not entirely true. she knows exactly why she’s here. she’s desperate. and they say you get used to the pain of losing someone, but she’s not sure that’s true. because every day that passes, every month that turns new --- she feels the loss of her mother as if it’s a cavern in her chest, eating away at anything else that exists around it. some days she feels like it’ll swallow what’s left of her. that’s why she’s here.  ❝ how does it work? ❞  her voice is quiet, the curiosity soft as she looks towards the other woman. a witch, she supposes. or a medium. she’s not really sure if there’s a difference.  ❝ like are they...are they there? can you see them? or do you just hear them? ❞          /          @pcppiins​ ! 

[ ✉️ sms → dani ]: oh, well — this is, if anything, proof that i was spot on when i said your sweaters are cute but they’d look better if you left them on the floor. [ ✉️ sms → dani ]: i sure like being right.

She exhales — the tension leaves her body as she sinks into her chair, with her head buried in her hands. She doesn’t know exhaustion. Her body is incapable of it, but she feels like this is the closest she’s ever come to feeling it in her bones, ever since that unfortunate day in her parent’s living room. But then Dani chases her shoulder with her lips and it melts away into a hazy memory; Hayley runs her fingers through her hair and tilts her head to look at her, reaching over to caress Dani’s cheek with the pad of her thumb. ❛ I’m fine — ❜ She is. She thinks. ❛ — Thank you for staying and for being so... Well, you, with Hope. You don’t have to do any of this, Dani. I hope you know that.❜ 

one-liner.   //   @pcppiins​​