#thornedflowers

dislikes  causing  a  scene  in  such  a  PUBLIC  setting ,  especially  one  of  this  nature   (   one  that  doesn’t  put  him  in  a  particularly  good  light  )    –––   left  shoulder  is  pressed  against  the  expanse  of  the  locked  door ,  ring-clad  digits  twisted  around  the  handle ,  ready  to  grant  himself  access  into  the  bathroom  should  she  happen  to  slide  the  bolt  across .     that  didn’t  seem  very  likely  at  this  point   .   ‘  can  you  please  just  let  me  in  so  we  can  discuss  this   p r o p e r l y   ?   ’   tongue  is  heavy  where  it  rests ,  a  feature  of  alcohol  consumed  or  perhaps  physical  indication  of  guilt ,  either  way ,  he’s  not  accustomed  to  such  a  reaction .

SKSKSK ur so nice and i LOVE ur writing and our plots. always so excited to flesh them out n headcanon when we get a chance to do that, and i love how receptive u are. like to my starters i posted u where i just went off random scenarios and we manage d to just flesh them out from chatting before we had even rly got started ?? amazing ! love ur muses so Much

#thorns #flores #thornedflowers (at Olancho Department) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWkEPk_MZHK/?utm_medium=tumblr

we’re  not  that  far  in  our  threads  but  tbh  they’re  already  making  me  shed  a  tear  :(  i  absolutely  adore  ur  muses  and  ur  blog   AND  ur  writing.   ur  truly  a  triple  threat  here  like  wtf.    i  have  full  intentions  on  creating  more  ships  with  u  and  writing  with  u  for  a  long  time  if  ur  down.    god  bless  ur  love  for  rihanna  and  madison  beer,    it’s  a  mood.    this  has  nothing  to  do  with  ur  blog  but  the  name  rory  is  just..   pure  art..    im  crying    ?!?!    let’s  be  friends  :]

Beck was already on the defence from the moment he’d heard someone enter the rundown, abandoned house he’d been living in for the last couple weeks. He’d run out of money again and he’d been running for what felt like a month from a coven of witches who’d followed him across the state. Finally, he’d thought he’d found freedom, even though he had no money and was too afraid to use his magic to obtain whatever it was he needed. Time was a blur these days, he barely recognised a Monday from a Friday, but every day he remained free from witches who wanted to turn him into something he didn’t want to be, at the very least he was content. Beck hadn’t expected to hear footsteps, but as an anger coursed through him at being found again, he poised himself in the kitchen, ready to use whatever was at his mercy to throw across the room at them. “Look, witch, I’m not in the mood for this! I’m gonna be running anyway, you think I give a shit about using some intense magic and setting off the rest of you? You’re not even gonna get a chance to be surprised when you’re dead!” He called out, his chest heaving with frustration. 

For Minty, this was just another game. She wasn’t going to fall in love, she wasn’t living in some romantic comedy where she realised how cruel her actions were. She knew exactly what she was doing. She knew, sitting in that diner, fresh faced and seconds from bringing on the waterworks that they would stay with her. It was so easy to thread the needle of a new narrative for her. So, maybe she used some not entirely untrue details of her life, the best stories were spun from truth. “I just don’t know what to do. N-nothing is ever good enough anymore and I’ve... pushed away everyone in my life.” It had started small, getting to the point that whenever they saw her, they no longer saw their girlfriend’s worst enemy. Instead they were seeming someone softer, someone to pity and have empathy for. Minty liked the long con sometimes, though it was hard to do when she was playing by herself. Her hatred was enough to propel her forward. “I have no one.” She sniffled. 

                      ‘  jesus fuck, i can’t believe i just climbed through a window.  ’  the girl smiles slyly over at the other and brushes a few pieces of hair behind her ear.  ‘  your parents home  ?  wait don’t answer that, i want them to find out when i make you scream.  ’