Sep 16, 2020
❛ it’s alright , i told you that i would be fine ❜
@vampirefiles ❤ ‘d for a one liner !
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❛ it’s alright , i told you that i would be fine ❜
@vampirefiles ❤ ‘d for a one liner !
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❛ i’m sorry --- but what makes you think i should trust you , huh ? ❜
@vampirefiles ❤’d for a starter !
❛ fact is , i don’t give a shit what you’re doin’ , just stay outta my way ❜
@vampirefiles ❤ ‘d for a one liner !
@vampirefiles asked for a starter.
𝐭𝐡𝐞 boy could very easily pretend this wasn’t special but at this point he didn’t have it in him. playing cool wasn’t a priority. dry lips as he looks at her, immersed in never ending beauty. hearing her sing, showcasing that beautiful voice that was OH, so soulful and refreshing, reminded him exactly why he loved good music so much. sound comes to a halt and strong hands can’t help but meet and clap for the girl. she deserved the accolades. she deserved everything. he wasn’t good with words though. ❝ that was sick mio, man. ❞
@vampirefiles : send 💋 to straight up kiss my muse.
𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃. the number of times it’s happened can be counted on one hand. two fingers, even; ironically from the same person, now. this time is just as unexpected as the last, though perhaps he is slightly more prepared, in a way. before, he’s stood statue-still, caught between staring with a furrowed brow and blinking owlishly. this time, he catches the first blossom of thoughts to kiss him. they aren’t loud; a whisper, really. but it’s enough that his surprise in minimal, and without really thinking, he succumbs with a gentle sigh. unneeded, but a force of habit. it’s chaste, even if a little drawn out, but he kisses back all the same. partially because he can’t find a reason not to, but —— it’s nice. pleasant, soft. a small taste of being human, though neither of them are anymore.
❝ . . . . . you keep doing that. ❞
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❛ whatever it is , can it wait ? i haven’t eaten a damn thing in FOREVER ❜ @vampirefiles --- starter call !
@vampirefiles .
❛ 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 . ❜ bunny speaks between puffs of the joint . the smoke lingers between them as she passes it , ❛ — i’m just saying . we don’t have to pretend they’re not . ❜
𝑂𝑁𝐸 𝑁𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇. 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑇’𝑆 𝐴𝐿𝐿 𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝐴𝑁𝑇𝐸𝐷. just one fucking night. away from other people, away from his business, away from the godforsaken world he lives in. he just wanted to be with her, wanted her to forget, wanted her to smile and laugh --- he wanted to make her feel good. away from all the drama, away from all the torment they both had endured. A NEW START / NEW BEGINNING. but that book closed the moment he realized he was in danger. punch after punch, blood shed. see, he challenged them, too. provoked them. he fought back. he was a fool for thinking he could handle two giant assholes. and also a fool for letting HIS guys go, telling them to take the night off because he wanted to be with his wife. he also assumed it was a good idea to not take his gun with him to the restaurant, considering the fact he didn’t want to scare her off ------ a fucking fool.
they got to him, on the streets, held a gun to his head, they hit & hit, till he couldn’t move anymore. body on the goddamn ground / cold as ever, the fucking rain everywhere, and so was his blood. blood, blood, blood. he was this close to passing out before they decided it was enough. THIS IS FROM EDDIE. that’s the last thing they said, another punch, his rib cage / it burns and burns. sharp, like knives. he never felt this amount of psychical pain before. but, the name eddie was enough for him to get up and fight for himself. to at least start walking again. HE WANTED TO SEE HER. NEEDED TO SEE HER. he called her / no answer. he just knew, felt it, something was wrong. he hurried, ran as fast as he could, though it sure as hell felt like he was DYING from the inside. meanwhile, he called his men, informed them about the attack and ordered them to find those assholes and to track down his wife. but that wasn’t necessary, his eyes settled on her : and truly, that moment, that damn painting, he’ll never forget. branded on his fucking soul. she was just as hurt as he was. there he stood, in his suit : a fucking ghost, his face covered with blood, bruises, cuts everywhere. he didn’t care, wasn’t aware. all he saw was her, her blood, her bruises, her pain. ‘’ what the fuck… what the fuck did he do. ‘’ his pain was no longer there, like it never existed. he felt numb. and anger, hatred. that’s all he felt. he immediately closed the distance, falling on his knees, hold of her face between his palms, ever so gentle. watching her, observing her. it aches. THIS WAS HIS FAULT. HIS DOING. he should’ve been there, should’ve protected her. ‘’ are you okay? what happened? i’m gonna get you a doctor right now. ‘’