#stoicis

the blood drips from her nose,     fingers quickly coming to wipe it,    the realisation that it was now dry causes shoulders to shrug.     she had hoping that no one else would be awake,     foolish considering that vampires didn’t need to sleep.      there’s no point in lying,    not to rebekah and she knows this.     there’s silence as fingers knead into neck,     making her way over to kitchen sink and pouring herself a glass of water.        ❛           i got into a fight.           ❜             stated plainly,     as if it was a usual thing to occur.                   ❛          it’s nothing.           ❜      then there’s a sigh,    back leans against counter as she meets eyes with the other.

❛           𝒉𝒎𝒎𝒎𝒎,           ❜           there’s a shrug of shoulders,     glass of champagne is still held in hand.     eyes focus on it for a few moments,     watching the bubbles rise to the top before lips meet glass and she drains it.      there’s not much emotion but boredom in voice.      perhaps once these sort of dances would have excited her,     would have been something she could look forward to.     now,     they were full of schemes and tacky decorations.       she places glass on table before her head tilts towards the other.

❝     now     my     eyes     leak     acid     rain     on     the     pillow     where     you     used     to     lay     your     head.     ❞

❝     there    will     be     happiness     after     you,     but     there     was     happiness     because     of     you.     ❞

        she didn’t quite understand what she was signing up for when she refused to go with the reaper. quite honestly, she hadn’t really listened to what she had to say. the only thing on her mind was not leaving sam alone to deal with this. instead, she was left to follow along silently as he went about his life with dean. luckily for her, the necklace he had bought her that her dad returned to him after her funeral stayed in his wallet at almost all times so she wasn’t staying in the seedy motel rooms with nothing to do or watch for hours on end. frustration kicked in pretty early, leading to her eventually getting the ability to move objects, but she couldn’t figure out a meaningful way to do so.

         as far as getting anyone to see her, she wan’t sure what that took. plus, sam or dean knowing about her, she had no idea where she would go if they -- helped her move on. if she refused the reaper she doubted that she would casually ascend to heaven, but she really didn’t know. when sam’s eyes widened in her direction it sort of came as a shock to her and she turned around to see what he was seeing before realizing a few moments later it had to be her.

           ❝ at the very least you can take a break to eat dinner with your adorable, gracious girlfriend who happened to bring you said dinner, right? ❞ maybe a large portion of her time was spent trying to get sam to let loose every once in a while in addition to being his cheerleader. he didn’t give himself enough credit and she bet if he cut down on a few hours of his studying he would still pull the same grades, but she also understood that he needed to keep his grades up. it really broke her heart that outside of their friends he didn’t have anyone in his life.

ALTERED  CARBON  SENTENCES ↳↳  not accepting ( @stoicis​ / nora  mikaelson )

❝ i’m  afraid  i  had  no  choice  in  the  matter. ❞

          “    oh,  bullshit.    ”    cosmo’s voice was sharp as a razor blade and it cut like one. he didn’t care. he was tired, and he was angry. two things guaranteed to make a foul boy like him even fouler and there was no stiles, no father, no scott mccall to stop him from speaking his mind. no quiet whispers in the back of his head asking him ‘what would stiles do?’ or ‘what would scott say?’, no guiding light in the dark that could show him how to react, how to behave, how to CARE. and when cosmo didn’t care, he was an ugly, cold, vindictive bastard.

     “    everyone  has  a  choice.  sometimes  they’re  shitty  fucking  choices  but  they’re  choices  and  you  chose  wrong.    ”    cosmo’s upper lip curled back in a snarl as he spoke, anger making him sneer, making him feel like his skin was too tight for his body. if he had wanted to be honest with himself, it wasn’t just nora that bothered him. it was this place, it was the bite of the world that he had never wanted to be a part of. he was tired of being clawed at, chewed up, swallowed and spat back out. it wasn’t nora’s fault ― not really, but she had the unfortunate luck to be the final nail in the metaphorical coffin of cosmo’s short fuse.