#traqedeis

HANDS     REACH     /     FINGERS     ENTWINE     .          here     are     two     girls     connected     :     iron     &&     silk     &&     golden     blooded     .          ❛     jessie     [     …     ]     ❜     there     is     no     accusation     in     her     words     but     they     strike     at     tessas     heart     with     surprising    ,     painful     accuracy     all     the     same     .          she     feels     strung     out     /     wrung     out     /     draped     over     glowing     coals     .          ❛     jessie     .          i     promise     .          i     won't     .          ❜

     CHUCKLE   BREAKS   OUT   OF   GLOSSY   LIPS,   head  tilting  back  as  she  glances  at  the  blonde.  ❝  you  can’t  just  keep  making  fun  of  me  every  time  i  fall  on  my  butt  on  the  ice!  that’s  very  mean,  etta.  ❞  a  beat,  smirk  blooming  in  glossy  lips.  ❝  not  all  of  us  can  be  pretty  and  graceful  like  you.  ❞

❛     WRONG     .          ❜     she's     sharpening     her     nails    ,     blood     red     &&     vicious     looking    ,     with     a     glass     nail     file    ,     half     sprawled     in     a     barely     comfortable     armchair     .          leave     it     to     the     older     generation     of     moroi     to     pick     out     barely     usable     furniture     .          ❛     interesting     things     are     mostly     about     me     .          you're     just     along     for     the     ride     .          ❜

two sides of the same blood soaked coin.   nancy’s never liked sugar coating  ,  nor has it ever been among her array of skills.  like a watered down lie where nancy lies with intention  ,  false - hoods in her line of work have to be purposefully placed if they’re going to hit exactly right.  the girl beside her isn’t soft - edged  ,  bitter tone a bitter truth.  it makes it easier to trust her  ,  that they can sit tucked into a corner of darkness together and nancy doesn’t have to question her faux optimism.

a cut on her lip that burns when she’s dragged into a smile.  idly  ,  she reaches across the small space between them to tuck fallen strands of blonde behind brooke’s ear.       ❛    i don’t know about that.   the night’s still young.   ❜

❛     WHY     .          ❜     word     a     groan     as     it     slips     into     existence     .          rose     hathaway     slumps     over     kitchen     table     of     the     apartment     they've     tricked     their     way     into     mere     weeks     ago     .          it's     a     quiet     town     this     time     :     thinks     it     would     be     safer     than     large     city     they     were     in     before    ,     before     the     shadows     got     too     full     for     comfort     .          this     new     place     should     last     longer    ,     surely     it     would     be     among     the     last     place     they'd     look     for     princess     &&     her     angry     best     friend     .          ❛     why     are     we     still     doing     school     ?          we     ran     away    ,     remember     ?          why     is     math     still     part     of     my     day     ?          ❜

❝           did   you   just   quote    camp   rock   at   me?       that’s   not   very   pop   punk.          ❞    

@traqedeis​ asked: “   it  feels  like  i  just  don’t  know  who  to  trust ,   sometimes .   ” adrian + lissa?

adrian  can  relate  to  that.  since  figuring  out  what  was  going  on  with  his  magic,  he  knew  what  lissa  had  been  going  through  for  so  long.  spirit  was  something  that  was  such  a  touchy  subject  in  the  moroi  community,  and  adrian  understood  that  now.  since  he  wasn't  trying  to  bury  it  anymore,  he  could  help  lissa  through  it.  ❝  you  can  trust  me.  ❞  adrian  reassured  her,  reaching  out  to  take  her  hand,  ❝  i'll  always  have  your  back,  lissa.  ❞