✵moon child.

the fact she didn’t flinch when her eyes glowed an unnatural hue of blue said a lot about allison. about her life, about past, about her experiences. it didn’t say she was reckless or fearless; an icy fog settled in the pit of her stomach. blue meant killer. blue meant murderer. blue did not mean self-defense. allison swallowed, searching for some response. should she run? should she stand her grand? it didn’t actually seem like the werewolf meant to hurt her. she said i’m worried and she sounded worried. still… she was an argent. hunting was her blood, her upbringing, her instincts. “i—who did you kill?” she asked. “i’m not trusting you until i know.” she shook her head. “i can’t. i’m sorry, i can’t.”

skylcrfallon​:

“Seems as though this town has finally done something right. The poor people and their families, not to mention the expenses of all the damage that has been caused to this place.” She makes a face and frowns. “So, like when you leave a pet or child behind? Always worrying about whether or not you should just come back and the regret of leaving? If you don’t mind me asking, what did you go out to do? Maybe once this place is calm enough, I’ll leave and go on a new kind of journey.” Skye muses with a hopeful look at thinking of leaving this hellhole. Not wanting to repeat her words, she nods in understanding, putting a note to herself to start venting. “No, it’s alright, it was the day before my birthday and my parents had decided to surprise me by taking us to go on a trip with my grandparents, but what they hadn’t informed me was that I would be the only one going. I continuously fought them and admittedly, some harsh words were spoken because I just wanted to spend time with them, but by the time I had been at my grandparent’s house for a good hour, my house was on the news and I broke down..felt like I lost everything because they had taught me and cared about me so much.” Skylar explains as she quickly clears her throat to avoid it cracking again, none of it was technically a lie, in a twisted way, they did care about her.

“i swear he never stops working.” lydia shook her head and couldn’t help but laugh lightly. “he probably feels bad for being gone so long. i guarantee that means he’ll be working overtime to make up for that.” jake was one of the hardest working people lydia had ever met. not to mention the nicest. he could give scott mccall a run for his money, which was definitely saying something. alas, lydia was happy that both he and talia got to take a little break. they deserve it. “oh, me and frankie had a great time together.” lydia grinned. getting to spend time checking in on frankie had lydia missing having an animal of her own, actually. it had been awhile since prada passed and lydia enjoyed taking care of frankie more than she thought she would. “that’s really great, tal.” lydia smiled softly. “i’m glad you were able to do this. it was the perfect timing.” things were quiet in beacon hills, so talia and jake didn’t have to stress about what was going on back home. usually none of them were able to get away without feeling some sort of guilt.

“In this town? I doubt I can even be surprised anymore,” he told her, honestly. It was true, though. Nothing could shock him - it might be annoying or frustrating but not shocking. Kole nodded his head when she told him where she had been with Jake. It made sense. He wondered if that was something he would ever get to do with his own sister. “Yeah. Things were pretty quiet here. Nothing crazy or out of the ordinary…at least more than normal for Beacon Hills. I worked and that’s about it.”

of course lydia was still getting used to being comfortable with physical touch. it took a lot of working on herself, and even now she was still not fully okay with that. but the banshee was better than she had been in the past, and with someone like talia who she trusted wholeheartedly, it was fine as well. she didn’t flinch when talia hugged her and instead wrapped her arms back around the girl, which was a big step for lydia. “feels like it’s been ten years.” lydia replied back, rolling her eyes dramatically in the process. she shrugged her shoulders as she walked back to sit where she originally was. it was just really nice to reunite with talia, and lydia would have waited hours if she had to. “not too long, honestly. wasn’t a big deal. besides, your bed is comfortable.” lydia joked lightly. “i want to hear all about it.”

One shoulder raised as he attempted to shrug off her comment about how he looked. Kole knew he could be a bit more telling of his feelings but did he look that shocked? “Can I be sure you aren’t a ghost?” he asked, a wolfish grin appeared on his face after a moment. He took his keys and pocketed them. “How have you been? Did you go find yourself? I feel like that’s what guys and girls our age do when they go off somewhere for a while…at least that’s what I’ve noticed in every movie I’ve binged watched on my first ever smart phone.” Kole hadn’t watched much of anything when he was a foster kid so now that he could afford a smart phone, he was on youtube and other streaming services trying to catch up what he missed out on.

skylcrfallon​:

She sniffles and forces in a deep breath to try and calm herself down from the sudden emotions that she was feeling, though in reality, every part of her wanted to drop the sad expression, but Sky hid it well enough. “I still feel like a proper apology should be said though, I’m not usually like this with people I don’t really know, but it’s certainly a hell of an ice breaker, right?” She questions with her best genuine laugh. “Sometimes I think that this town could just have a nice therapy session together considering the amount of people that we’ve all lost.”

try as she might, it seemed like allison wasn’t fooling this stranger. maybe she couldn’t. maybe she knew. she hadn’t pushed the point of knowing allison, but maybe she did. or maybe she could hear her heartrate, smell her anxiety. did she smell of decay and death? it was a valid question in this supernatural beacon they called a town. “look–” she paused, sucking in a deep breath as she searched for the words. “i don’t know you. even if i’m not okay, i’m not going to put that on a stranger.” it was the truth, at least.

allison could feel her heart sinking as a confused and disgusted expression took shape on the stranger’s face. “i– i don’t think so,” she said, even it felt like a lie in her mouth. a lie that tasted like dirt and flower blossoms. no, this person was a stranger to her, but allison probably wasn’t to them. would the local news have run the story with one of her old school pictures? what was the title of the story in the local paper? what excuse had her friends, her father, and the sheriff come up? high school senior dies in mugging gone wrong? no one had told her at the sheriff’s station. but though she knew her heartrate had sped up as all those thoughts crashed down on her, she refused to show them on her face. “sorry, i don’t recognize you at all.”

skylcrfallon​:

Raising an eyebrow at the question, she sighs and fully turns around to Talia. “Now won’t you look at that? You got a guess correct, congrats. Yes, my purpose here is to hand them off to the local library or shelter if they want a good read on the history of this boring town.” She remarks as she pauses for a moment. “Unless you’d like them, I’m feeling nice enough to warn that it can be exhausting to look at.”

she could measure the time since she’d opened her eyes in hours not days. she had called her father, but been unable to get ahold of him. she had tried the mccall’s, but no one was home. so she had tried the sheriff’s station. that had gone marginally better at least, though the officers had looked at helplessly. what do you do with a dead girl walking? file a report, get her a change of clothes – sweatpants and a baggy white shirt traded for a black, dirt-covered funeral dress – and hand her thirty dollars to get herself something to eat while they figured things out. even though her hands had been shaking as they spoke to her in gentle tones, it wasn’t from hunger. or she didn’t feel hungry, at least. just shakey. just cold. just confused. another she didn’t feel, apparently – the money falling out of her pocket. allison startled and turned to face who’d spoken. don’t look spooked, she told herself, though she wryly suspected she looked like a deer in the headlights. her gaze flicked between the woman’s face as the bills in her hand. “uh, yes.” allison offered her a smile that didn’t reach her eyes and reached for the bills. “can’t believe i almost lost that. thanks.”