#slainlove

honestly, jordan didn’t think she was cold, but ever since she’d gotten off the phone with her father, her body wouldn’t stop shaking. it was getting rather embarrassing at this point. her mind felt calm, detached even, but her body betrayed her turmoil. “i’m sorry about this,” she chattered out, accepting the quilt from the other girl. “i don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“ everyone has already mentioned your dedication and level of commitment to the character ”  damn truer words never spoken everyone is out here saying these nice things and im already so... floored by everyone saying that in and of itself and you just fucken leapfrogged on to it i cry fnaskd but thank ???    you so much, the hc thing means a lot too.   i don’t have the control to write them and not hope at least someone is enjoying them,  bc ofc i write mulder for me but i write him in hopes others are enjoying it so this rly means a lot.

        “something happens every day.” words are flippant, avoiding any worry she may have. you wouldn’t admit something happened, wouldn’t admit the truth behind new bruises and hostile attitude. it was easier this way, for you at least. it you give her an attitude for long enough it would push her away, she’d eventually stop worrying and there’d be nothing left. sure, it’d leave you entirely on your own eventually, but it’s so much easier to just be alone. loneliness sucks, but it’s better than having people worry for you all the time. “not like i’ve never been bruised before.”

“they say face your fears but I can’t stop running.”

The   girl   looked   barely   over   twenty   ,   was   she   old   enough   to   drink   ?   Whatever   the   case   was   ,   Theo   and   her   were   the   last   few   at   the   bar   as   the   hours   wound   down   ,   and   that   last   thing   she   planned   to   do   was   baby   sit   that   night.   She’d   never   been   the   mom   friend   ,   but   being   an   older   sibling   made   concern   second   nature.   She   reminded   her   of   Nellie   ,   how   was   she   these   days   ?   ❝   Boys   or   something   ?   Or   just   drowning   down   the   depression   ?   ❞   Dark   for   an   ice   breaker   ,   but   she   doesn’t   seem   to   care   as   she   watches   the   ice   in   her   cup.   ❝   Either   way   ,   probably   don’t   want   to   give   yourself   a   hangover.   ❞  

//*wifes*

      not  -  so  -  easily  - in  -  touch  - with  -  her   -  soft -  side  quinzel  at  your  service  !   harley  eyes  the  red  head  for  exactly  what  she  is  :  CINNAMON  .  a  twirl  of  hair  around  finger  tips  ,  a  reckless  ,  twisted  smile  at  the  mention  of  imminent  death  .  she  leans  in  close  .  real  close  .  “  y’know  what’s  scarier  than  DYIN’  ,  cinny  -  baby  ?  never  really  livin’  .  ”

annie vc : not that tol