❝ meme.❞ 

            ; they come to her, like an army — memories that intrude,              that haunt and CURSE the girl to remember what she has              done, who she has become & she just feels so awfully               alone & afraid —- hopeless, useless, no one to love.

                        ❝ i… i…. i….                           i just .. i just ..                                why doesn’t..                              why can’t …                              ARRRRGH!❞

             ❝ send me a ‘&’ to my muse’s reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.❞          

                It’s his fingers; tracing against the girl’s bare back                  that will send a sprawl of goosebumps down her skin.

         her breathe will  d r a w  in, a sudden vivid        flush of red splattering across her cheeks ;         she feels oddly vulnerable, disliking the        rawness in which he can see when his orbs         flicker upon hers — her soul is displayed                    out for ONLY him to see.

             she immediately regrets the decision, the choice to show such a side of herself to anyone — for        it brings dangerous thoughts to bloom, longings            &questions that she has locked away ; kept               from herself, hiding herself like a murder.

         ; he’s a human — a creation of tragedies and             triumphs; flesh and bone that is both so                  unbearably fierce and f r a g i l e.                      he would break her.

     ”I don’t see why you wouldn’t, Allison.”

           Aislinn offers a smile, tries to be-—approachable. Not that she isn't approachable. She just. Doesn't want to come off as overly enthusiastic. Apparently people don't like that.

                        she’s laughing — the immortal being consumed                         by an odd burst of happiness that causes crinkles                         around both of her eyes, a smile tugging on her                         features.