#repentantshe

❛ Look at her.    –––    Of course I do. ❜    Don’t ask stupid questions. 

angst starters || accepting

u are an angel sent from above !!! our ocs are canon in my heart honestly <33 i luv them n u MWAH xx

she sighs, tilting her head to the sky to gaze upon the stars, the wayward wisps of clouds that float above, the moon in it's entirety, full and bright and shining down on the earth, illuminating them just enough so that she can see. there is a gentle breeze blowing around them, something that has a nip to it - but is not enough that she needs a second layer of clothing, sets a chill down her spine though, but that's mostly to the sensation of something against her skin. bringing the flask to her lips, she takes a sip of the vodka that's inside, it goes down smooth, and she does not pay attention to the footsteps of another human coming up behind her. claire has grabbed onto her shoulders, causing her to jump, and the sound of her friend's laughter is enough to cause olivia to shake her head, holding out the drink container to the secondary guest in her little clearing. the two have wandered a bit away form the ruckus of a party that's going on in the background, and even though the woods weren't technically safe at night, that didn't stop a bunch of idiots from throwing keggers and the like amongst the leaves and branches. when the question leaves claire's lips, olivia has glanced back for a second, taking note of a guy who was trying and failing to piss into a bottle, causing her to roll her eyes. "depends," she replies, pointing to the ridiculousness that was twenty or so yards back, "i don't think i could ever forgive them for that horrible sight," she says, turning herself back around and staring through the break in the trees at a small lake, situated a couple hundred feet off. it was beautiful in this regard, all lit up by the night sky, and the sound of crickets, birds of the night and other creatures sang sweet melodies in the interim. "i think some horrible things we do forgive, despite the fact that we know we shouldn't," she continues, trying to make sense of claire's statement. it was one to ponder, most definitely. "but i think that's human nature? from birth we're conditioned to forgive and forget, it's what adults try to force down our throats, so it would only be right of us to forgive, would it not?" she poses the question back, taking another sip of the flask and holding it between her fingers, a small sigh permeating the air around them. "what do you think? i'm sure you've got an opinion on this," she replies.

“ what .. the fuck … “ he laughed as he finishes pouring the drink for another customer, sliding it down the bar. “ definitely not a murderer. . just a bartender who doesn’t get paid enough for this type of shit. “ a pause. “ you in some type of trouble or somethin’? “