#ripscout

        "I'm Elijah, and you are?"

“I sleep better if you’re around.”

How she managed to make it on the ranch without being seen was beyond him, nor did he know how she managed to choose the right room as she had to scale up the side of the house to get in through his window. Either way it wasn't safe for her here. That was why whenever they met up it was away from the house.

gareth can't help but let out a laugh at scout's words, shaking his head. of course they'd be too much. though, wasn't that something that gareth was? either he was too little or too much. there was never an in between. though, gareth preferred to be too much, considering the fact that he actually was able to get attention.

@ripscout asked: ❝   i miss you here by my side.  ❞ // for bella a song for the soul pt 1

The Void has a way of calling her, summoning her to places with no explanation. The voices whisper and roar in her head until they become loud enough for everyone else to hear. They are scarce but yet infinite, few in numbers yet countless in the darkness that surrounds them.

Bella is at the epicenter of this power--the host and vessel for something far older than they could ever comprehend--and they are her protectors, her fighters, and her saviors. Despite being thrust into a conflict where she is perceived as an abhorrent enemy, she strives for life, struggling to safeguard what she can with shaking hands. Pain is a commonplace ache in her body, an acquaintance so archaic, and spurned at every move as she attempts to oppose these harsh blows of destiny.

She stands there with Scout, her heart hurting from their last tumultuous goodbye. She is fortunate enough to have someone like Scout, but she can’t help feeling undeserving of Scout’s friendship. Her throat tightens as she endeavors to find the words to thank Scout for all the love that she provides. With quivering lips,"I'm sorry, Scout," she articulates with a distressed smile and stretches out her hands to caress Scout's arm in consolation and comfort - still, her chest throbs with guilt and threatens tears as its bony fingers dig deep into her soul. "I'm a terrible friend." It's a laugh of acceptance however she's immobilized.

        "Are you going to the basement show later?"

thumb pulled the final trigger of the lighter held between his hand before bringing to life the last wick of a candle that had seen better days. ONE HALF THE SIZE IT HAD ORIGINALLY CAME AND DRIED WAX DRIPPING DOWN THE SIDES [ ... ] with knees tucked under him , he carefully sat it down before any fresh droplets had the chance to burn him in order to complete their circle. dark gaze would find her beneath their newly found orange aura ; ( what an atmospheric one it was ) and he'd snicker at the book in her hands.