#wvtchy

Golden hour - the time of day that teases the evening, the sun at its most drowsy point; this was one of Whitney’s absolute favorite points out of the day to witness, ever since she was a little one playing outside in the Midwest summer air.

This evening, however, it was spent with the most darling boy she met at the school library- after a car ride full of laughter and singing along quite obnoxiously to the radio, Kyle parked at such a spot where that golden sun showed off its radiance… it spread across her hair, let down and in waves, with a honeyed hue; seriously, it was beautiful. There was something in the air in that car between them, and Whitney could not shake the urge to kiss this human driving her toward the sun —

With a sweet little grin, she maneuvered herself over the leather interior and took a seat right where she wanted to be- and as they shared the most soft kisses, the feeling of his hands exploring throughout her frame allowed an intoxicating trail of goosebumps to follow the path.. butterflies fluttered in her stomach…

“Oh yeah?” Whitney giggled softly into his lips, reaching a gentle hand up to trace first along the hair on his forehead, then his nose. “- well.. maybe I’m full of surprises, sir.. I couldn’t let you in on all of my secrets right away..”

The sound of flames overtaking the large house was invigorating to the witch, especially since it was she who had started it. Heat rolled off the building as part of it collapsed inwards while the red flames took over completely, the screams from within almost drowned out as the house was consumed. A small snicker brushed past the blondes lips as she sidled up next to Jackson, blue eyes glinting with the same heat that now roared into the sky and she couldn't help but laugh a little more, lips drawing over her teeth as the action shook her frame some.

muse: jaeho

he hears her, begging in the night. her tears are soaking the soil and he cannot resist, not when she comes for him, for something, for more. time, time, time. she’s repeating it. she wants more time, time that is hers. he can do that, he can grant her what she wants. but she does not know what more time entails. 

@wvtchy​  wished to see 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍  💀

 drug deal gone wrong? mugging gone wrong? perhaps some sort of weird sex scenario gone wrong? all was up in the air of the eyes that watched on. Fresh crimson was splattered on walls, dripping like some extravagant abstract art piece. bodies of lifeless men scattered across the floor as they gripped knives and guns. not quick enough. Money was in piles on tabletop, beside white powder and a hefty sandwich bag filled with green.

 “choke on it, bitch.” the witch growls as blade is dragged across the soft, tight flesh of her last victim’s throat. The inked digits entangled in the man’s hair is finally released, letting his head fall with dead weight as it thuds against crimson stained carpet. Blade is wiped across her black, ripped jeans until clean as she crosses the room to grab an already opened bottle of whiskey. Back is turned to open door while she takes a swig from the bottle. back of hand comes up and wipes droplets of liquor from her lips. “I know you’re there, and you have two options-“ her back is still turned to the stranger in the doorway as she holds up her knife, turning it over in hand to examine the shine of the blade, “come have a drink with me, or end up like them.” voice is soft and casual, as she speaks, “just know if you turn your back to run you’ll be dead by the time you reach the front door.”

@wvtchy​

There was a buzzing just under his skin, a sensation that would not be calmed until he was sure Sabrina was really safe, sure they were currently away from the danger but that didn't mean there was more right around the next corner. Jase had a keen skill at attracting and better still at finding danger. They had a complicated relationship of meeting, Death and Jason, it came in the reckless form of some pseudo heroic act on Jason's part while whatever he went after tried to kill him, sometimes succeeding temporarily. It was a cycle that Jason was comfortable with, his life for the greater good of others, that's what he had been telling himself the last decade or so, time was elusive and held no true place in his life, if that's what it could be called.

Sabrina was a changing factor, at times Jase found himself truly being brave and even worse frightened. When Sabrina had first gotten hurt it sent Jason through a polemic episode not at all aimed at the woman but more at himself, he was furious with how he could have even allowed such a thing to happen. As time went on and they spent more time together, now a constant and reliable thing that he hadn't expected, Jase was more concerned with not only her safety but keeping her healthy. He couldn't always keep her uninjured and away from the bad things, but he could tend to her like the mother fucking hen that he was. So he had stopped the car in the middle of the road, a back one, dark and surrounded by trees where there could have been absolutely anything lurking.

But they had time, he had spent a good deal of the drive speeding as smoothly as he could, gaining distance and losing anything that could have followed them; however, not all the things after them followed the same. Jase was highly aware of any beings of the supernatural realm, and for now, they were lost, he could buy them some more town. He'd been running from such things for a very long time, Jase was used to hiding in more than one way.

Lmao I’m vegan but I eat French fries and I’m proud