#selene constantine

"holy FUCK-” it wasn’t often that reeva got caught unaware. she was too tuned in, she’d often told her siblings, to ever really lose her edge - it happened, but, she had to be TRULY out of it. with four days of no sleep weighing her down and her mind away in the clouds, reeva was the definition of out of it - a perfect victim, if you will. “if it wasn’t for the fact i know i’ll die in a bear attack, you might’ve done me IN, selene.” 

“sounds like a dream. i had WAY too much-” a brief pause as she thought about her words and her childhood, trixie’s lips twisted as she amended the statement, “i guess i had the right amount for the sort of child i was. but STILL. do you know what it’s like to have heaven, hell and in between - all looking at you?” she shook her head, lips pursing, as if it were a BAD thing or something that bothered her when the contrary was the truth. “ridiculous.” 

“nowhere haunted has a good kitchen backsplash,” reeva commented, words ALMOST something of a joke - though there was a touch of seriousness to her gaze as she lifted her chin to meet selene’s eyes that turned that on it’s HEAD. “are you sure it’s not just... dear david, all over again? a haunting for likes, instead of...- an actual haunting?”

“hey, so, like, i don’t mean to be dramatic-” and yet her actions were entirely contrary to that statement. even as she was speaking, reeva was leaning across the table and closer to her comrade, elbows carrying her weight, head resting in her hands, eyes about as close to the heart kind they could get as she declared; “but where exactly have you been my whole life? my obsession with german death reggae is, like, the reason that music is no longer allowed to be played past nine at xaviers. pinch me - i’m in love.” it would always be this way, for her. she would always be more over the TOP than was required, and that... well. that was just reeva.