#torncrown

     after their LAST CONVERSATION insults and nasty nicknames, julian was sure he’d never see philippa espina anywhere near him again. least of all willingly. but there she stood, looking annoyed as ever, hovering in the doorway which lead to the only quiet room at the party. he takes another swig of his beer, disbelief painted across tanned features. there was no way he’d make this easy for her. “ let me get this straight, you’re here – apologizing … ‘cos your friend told you to ? ” he summaries, no time for her to confirm or deny given before opening his mouth again. “ damn, poppy, grow a spine, will you. ” / @torncrown

    half asleep; exhausted from a day of doing absolutely nothing, kev is on the edge of drifting off in her friend’s bed. curled up in a satin blanket and surrounded by all the pillows of the world, how could she not. though, all it takes for her to be snapped out of her dazed state was a singular thought of the VIDEO that’s been playing in her head on a loop for the past two weeks. “ did you lock the front door ? ” pause. “ and the back, i don’t think we locked the back. ” it’d turned into a repeated dialogue as of late. but who could blame her ? prior to john keller’s appearance in their lives, she hadn’t been sleeping well. nowadays, she might as well diagnose herself with a severe case of insomnia. not that she has trouble falling asleep, NO, it’s the staying asleep part that gets her. between anxiety and serial killers on the lam, night terrors have only amplified their numbers. lucky her. / @torncrown