#thcdarkncss

❝I never seem to win.❞

                      with a jolt of his head isak turns to face the blond, utter perplexity written on his features ( he’s even slightly offended & a tad alarmed ). they are standing in front of an apartment whose lock is completely destroyed & isak's looking strangely guilty, even though he had nothing to do with it.         ❛     it’s not, um, it’s not what it looks like.     ❜           he stammers, putting himself in an even worse situation & making himself look more suspicious.         ❛     i was o-on my way to my apartment & ... i saw this, so i stopped. that’s it.     ❜

@wcrldofmyown

cal eyed the blonde warily, trying to decide if he even wanted to get into this kind of conversation with the girl. “i don’t disagree.” he finally spoke after a moment. “what happened to you exactly.” comforting people was easier for him rather than talking about his own problems.

                  the makeup-less clown is sitting calmly in her cosy chair. there’s a pen idly resting between her spidery fingers, hovering over tate’s file ( it’s merely a piece of paper with his name & a couple of her findings written on it in a neat handwriting ). there’s nothing theatric about the blonde psychiatrist   ——   no sudden movements, jokes, NOTHING; she’s only doing the job that she’s getting paid for. DEFENSE MECHANISM: SARCASM is added to the list & with that, she finally decides to speak.           ❛     what do you usually think about when you’re on the verge of tears, tate ??    ❜        she tilts her head to the side & squints at him, as if she’s trying to see his brain through his skull.