#rosisarmis

         Your words mean everything to me.    I'm not used to people caring.    Life had taught me that the ones that do walk away or get taken away.    But I'm clinging onto you, Nadya.     My father would despise the fact that I hang around & roam with you.     He'd hate the fact that you're a werewolf.    But you're still better than most humans in the world.    You're better than him.    I wish he'd just die.    But you should know.    You should know that trouble follows me around.    ❝    ---    That nest that killed my brother   ...    some of them are still out there   ...   Nadya, I appreciate it, I really do   ...   ❞    A bitter laugh comes from my throat as I pull my whiskey to my mouth.    I no longer feel the burn.    The liquor says it for me.     ❝   I'm not worth that.   ❞      

      the brink of dawn is edging against the fixture of the catwalk. you’re fatigued, running on less than six hours of sleep : coffee runs through your veins, pumping through each vessel as if it is adrenaline. you lose time, as if your soul projected outward from your vessel. you’re in the blood bank, post-op ( she was a young mother, you promised to watch over her & scrutinize her regimen once she awakes ) -- this is not your job and you know it. yet, to trust your intern at hours like this... it gnaws at the edge of your flesh, as if a feeling you cannot shake. thus, you unlock the code and stride into the ichorous chamber of this hospital. ichorous stench lingers within your nasals : the smell of blood never seems to please you -- then, you stand and your eyes only widen at the scene before you.   ❛  uh.... what’s going on?  ❜    you, in the pinnacle of red wonder if this, perhaps is an image conjured by your mind -- have you lost your mind? you wonder, yet, you could only stand there still, static like.

         A grin curves at my lips.    I don't answer at first.  I simply come around to wrap my arms around your middle, pulling you flush against me.    ❝   You don't have to explain anything to me, Spence.    I think it's hot when you use that genius brain of your's to scare people off.   ❞   I press a kiss to your cheek before moving to the fridge.     ❝   Mom isn't shopping till tomorrow, so what do you want to order?  ❞   

“of course they are.”  after all, you’ve seen it first-hand--as well as twisted your words quite well (almost too well, but--those aren’t your consequences, they’re everyone else’s.  you’re just a ‘neutral’ party...well, whatever helps you sleep at night).  “people want to hear what’s good.  they want to hear what best suits their purposes.  tell them what they want to hear and they’ll do anything you ask them to.”

black jelly beans > any other flavour