#upheeval

“𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨.” he smiles, wide. shy. truth was, the priest was high as a damn kite. his service had ended not long ago, still with vestments on. “what brings you to my humble church?” humble? please. the things that go on behind these walls are more than unholy. his faith in humanity gone, though... not his faith in god. he couldn’t help but to be himself. despite the immense self doubt & doubt in general. frankly disgusted by the men & women in his congregation. listening to confession after confession. “if i can help in any way, please let me know.”

“Hi,  I’m  Elfo!”            Those words had become synonymous with trouble for the princess. Considering she had thought them to be alone in the forest, it comes as a shock to her. Luci was sleeping beside her, curled around himself like a cat.   Arm over her face, she had been lazing about in the sun, enjoying the whiskey buzz underneath her skin, when suddenly, her daydreams become interrupted.    Suddenly, she shoots up, resting on her elbows and looking around the clearing. Trying to pinpoint both a) where exactly Elfo had wandered off to this time, and b) who he has found in the middle of nowhere.   Catching sight of the woman, Bean suddenly feels her cheeks warm. Must be the sun, and certainly not how pretty  she is.           “Oh my god. Elfo!”          An apologetic look toward the stranger. She doesn’t mean to get so embarrassed by her friend, he just had a habit of wandering. Making friends with people he most likely shouldn’t. More naïve than Bean, and that’s saying something.     “Leave her alone.” 

@upheeval​ asked: // “ have a drink with me. ” / from beatrix!

MISC SENTENCE STARTERS - accepting

𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧... whether the person was small, or large... male, or female, even. not even his state of mind mattered. whether he was happy, or sad. irritated. he always wants to inflict violence. it’s just a part of him. a sadomasochist, his favourite thing in the world is to start fights. so, the dare wasn’t even a factor. he wasn’t going to think twice about it. not when it came to some low level dealer pushing product. his expression is relatively straight, if not for slightly narrowed eyebrows & pressed teeth. however, if you’re always on cocaine, your teeth are always together. the dare causes his chin to lower. a spark of sick amusement in his eyes darkening his face, as his teeth bare in a lopsided smirk. the finishing touch, to complete the revelation of his evil. “okay...” he replies. & with that, his hand winds back & pushes forward. not holding back any of his strength, when he drives his only hand into avery’s face. he’s still smirking - eyes alight with amusement, as his chin rises. in fighting stance however, in case of retaliation. “i never pass up a dare.“

@upheeval​ asked: // get the hell away from me. / from cassie !

miscellaneous angst starters. - accepting !

Her arms stay coiled around the other, squeezing even tighter now. Attention pulled elsewhere on full alert with no time to give any further explanation. A harsh whisper, “shut up it’s just me.” It’s only LUCK the hound caught a whiff of her scent, forced to circle back and find her. It isn’t safe for her to be wandering out all alone at this hour ( doesn’t she know this is when all the monsters like to come out and play ? ). The two drunks from the bar a few blocks back have picked up their pace, fancying themselves a pair of montagues in search of their little capulet. 

Feet move backwards pulling cassie further back into the bushes, hidden away out of the light of the street lamps. Normally she wouldn’t be so worried --but these aren’t just men are they ?