#wraeiths

❝  𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐀  𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄    i  got    too  big    for  my  britches.  ❞

                    ‘ there’s no way you ain’t cheatin’, ’ with an incredulous huff, derek throws his cards on the table, atop of the rest, including spencer’s winning hand. it’s his third loss of the night, and his pride and ego had taken enough hits. picking up his bottle of water, morgan takes a long swig before looking at spencer with a teasing stare. ‘ you learned way too much growin’ up in vegas, kid. no one should be that good at poker, ’     @wraeiths​​  ,  sc.

          jesse. he’s here. by her side. even though he has no reason to be. but that’s not exactly true , is it ? dina’s life can be measured by loss. first of her father , then her mother and brother , and finally her sister. but she hasn’t been without family. not since jesse welcomed her into his heart. ( and she let him down. she couldn’t love him enough. )

          “ hey -- ” she manages to croak , a bitterness coating the back of her throat but not infecting her voice. she’s so grateful to not be alone. but there’s guilt , too. and it’s almost as nauseating as , well , the nausea. carefully , dina maneuvers her body to a sitting position , hands running self soothing motions up and down the worn red velvet of her makeshift bed. “ you okay ? ”

𝓦𝑬𝑬𝑲𝑺  𝑮𝑶  𝑩𝒀  𝑨𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹  𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑹  initial  tea.          hidden  away ,     between  the  brick  and  plaster  of  rian’s  apartment ,     or  in  the  countryside  with  her  nurse.          lucky  was  never  a  word  serena  would  use  to  describe  herself     —     not  until  lucille  agreed  a  trip  into  the  city  was  due ,     and  serena  knew  rian  to  be  away.          feet  on  broken  cobblestone ,     she  rushes  through  the  street  she  knows  so  well  to  knock  on  the  door  beside  rian’s.

@wraeiths​ sent: 💧 + reverse padme :)