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@slayfear​ said: ❛ i hope that you burn. ❜

HAMILTON : AN AMERICAN MUSICAL  → STARTERS

“      your   anger   does   you   a   disservice,   bellamy   of   the   sky   people.      ”      lexa   knows   a   match   when   she   sees   it   but   she   is   NOT   the   kind   of   fuse   that   becomes   so   enraptured   by   an   easily   flinted   spark.      the   loose   tie   of   her   wrists   at   the   last   notch   of   her   spine   are   a   diplomatic   pause   next   to   the   bright   blaze   of   her   sash   spilling   down   to   the   earth.      but   this   is   no   fight      ;      she   lacks   her   warpaint,   gear   catching   a   gleam   on   the   upward   tick   of   her   brow   in   response   to   his   gasoline   temper.         

“      you   act   on   your   HEART'S   IMPULSE   instead   of   thinking   things   through.      ”      she   is   cool   despite   the   inferno   that   devoured   300   of   her   warriors,   placid   despite   the   rupture   of   the   mountain’s   belly,   ACCOMODATING   in   the   face   of   her   slaughtered   people   laid   out   empty-eyed      &      staring   in   the   fields.      a   tip   of   her   chin   subtly   acknowledges   him.      “      you   are   rash      &      impudent.      you   have   killed   as   many   of   my   people   as   i   have   of   yours.      ”

      ❝  except  you  don’t.  ❞  her  voice  is  quiet  but  angry,  scoff  breaking  out  of  ruby  lips  almost  instantly.  arms  wrap  across  her  chest,  guarding  an  already  fragile  heart  as  she  takes  a  step  closer  to  him.  the  similarities  between  them  might  be  screaming  at  first  sight.  both  werewolves,  both  teenagers,  both  outcasts  at  first  glance.  yet  erica  knows  their  differences  are  screaming  and  that  is  where  the  important  details  lay.  scott  did  not  choose  to  turn,  erica  did.  scott  had  always  had  friends,  erica  was  but  a  joke  in  the  hallways  every  single  day  -  that  was,  when  she  was  not  confided  in  hospitals.  ❝  not  all  of  us  are  broken  little  things  that  you  have  to  fix,  scott.  some  of  us  are  already  repaired.  some  of  us  are  used  to  being  alone.  and  some  of  us  want  absolutely  nothing  to  do  with  you.  ❞  she  adds,  raising  both  eyebrows  as  though  daring  him  to  say  anything  else.  ❝  do  you  understand  that?  ❞