ᴵ’ᴹ 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮

— - D.N. // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #77

— tara love / this. this is too far.

You want me to be serious, Valenti?

he rolls his eyes as she quips about throwing up. sure he thinks the body is beyond disgusting, but give him a little more credit. he's a werewolf, it's not the first time he's set eyes on a corpse before. ❝ noted, ❞ he responds drily. ❝ who even were they? do you know? ❞ he's always wondered about her banshee powers. they lead her to the crime scenes but do they do anything else for her? other than give her insane nightmares, he's sure she has those. how could she not? isaac has had his fair share of nightmares, hell, sometimes he still does. ❝ hey, uh... look, i'm sorry. i know it can't be the best thing, doing what you do. if you ever want to talk... or, whatever. i'm here. ❞

She doesn’t believe him. She’s not sure she has heard him speak truthfully yet, so why would he start now? Coaxed into candour by the sight of a mangled corpse? Lydia should prioritise the body on the ground, and keep the immature werewolf at arm’s length to be dealt with in due course. But patience has never been one of her many virtues : likely due to the presence of all of her others. ❝ Oh,  ❞ she drawls, ❝ now you want to play the hero and help a girl out, huh?  ❞ A dramatic roll of green eyes. ❝ You’ve got no idea what you’re talking about.  ❞

❝       it   looks   like   a   girl   who's   'bout'ta   end   up   with   a   bullet   'tween   her   eyes   if   she   don't   quit   with   the   smartass   remarks.    ❞    silence   lingers   for   a   moment ,   regret   brimming.   no   one   asked   youth   to   nurse   him   back   to   help,   she   offered   her   services.    ❝       look ,   i'm   sorry ,   alright ?   i   ain't   used   to   crossin'   paths   with   much   of   anyone   out   in   these   woods.    ❞       but   he's   not   here   to   make   friends.   quick ,   quick.   he's   got   places   to   be.   ❝       but   the   faster   we   get   this   done ,   faster   i'll   be   outta   your   hair   and   on   my   way.    ❞                a   smuggler's   work   is   never   done.           

❝ I think some smartassery is justified, ❞ she goes on, needle efficiently stitching together torn flesh : she’s done this before, once or twice. ❝ You’re in my hair, as you say. Using my supplies ——— staining my clothes ——— and threatening my life. So yeah, I’d say an attitude is the least I’m owed. ❞

❛ all priests are isolated , miss martin. it's part of the gig.   ❜ he huffs out a soft laugh &* shrugs. ❛   no one wanted this position for that very reason -- we're already considered as other ; why go somewhere where that's even more true ? &* , you know , the real shotty cell service. but ... ❜ he hums , gaze roaming the chapel absently. ❛   i grew up in a place like this. not quite as small. moved away as soon as i could. took it for granted. my parents passed &* i no longer had a home there. when i saw this place needed a priest &* knew no one else would take it , well ... i felt a calling. ❜ lies , but he's rehearsed these answers. sounds real.

It isn’t a definitive answer, a factual indication of his previous residence ( journalism 101 : who, what, where, when why ) but she lets it slide. The monsignor is but one of the many interviews she plans to conduct on the island. He is more eloquent than those she had cornered thus far : one tight-lipped & judgemental Beverly Keane and a quiet fisherman of the name Ed Flynn. ❝  The community, they’ve been welcoming to you, I take it? I suppose, ❞ and own maw quirks now, amusement dimpling her cheeks, ❝  you aren’t likely to speak ill of your new neighbours in the press.  ❞ She dips her head to her book, then, raising her pen, gestures around the chapel. ❝   That calling of yours. What does it ask of you? How will you know when you’ve achieved it? ❞

"Besides," whispered Kai, his tone carrying a hint of mischief, that he not so shyly began to breathe out. His fingertip brushed along her jawline, a brief, tantalizing touch. He could have broken her neck taht easily, but where was the fun in that, truly? So he retreats, doesn't snap her neck, doesn't come closer, plays the good guy. As long as it amused him. Seeing her discomfort was just another bonus that he accepted willlingly. His hand dropped back to his side. "I thought you enjoyed the… attention."

❝ Not from you, ❞ she points out plainly, retreating further lest he consider raising his hand to her face again. Were such activities about to arise, she wouldn’t let him be in the same building, let alone stood there watching. ❝ Have you always been this delusional when it comes to women? ❞

RACHEL BILSON and WILSON BETHEL as ZOE HART and WADE KINSELLA in The CW’S Hart of Dixie, season one, episode two.

                   ˜”*°•.     A  faint  smile  touched  his  lips—it  was  impressive,  wasn’t it ?  Her complete  inability  to  stand  still, to  follow even a single instruction he had given her. He took a few steps toward her, one brow  arched in firm disbelief.  ❝ Text  him. ❞ he said, the words laced with a blend of cold amusement. ❝ Tell  him  where  you  are.  Isn’t  it  what  you  wanted ?  Well,  do  it.  ❞ 

Now, the girl hesitates. He seems pleased with himself. Like, perhaps, this is what he’d wanted all along. He’d be ready if she brought Stiles here. He’d be ready to hurt him too. And Stiles . . . Well, he wouldn’t hesitate to lash out, to put himself in danger for her. Button nose wrinkles and the banshee dons a scowl darker still than before. ❝  No.  ❞

Practical Magic (1998) dir. Griffin Dunne

like for me to throw lydia into your inbox

               ❝   if   i   trust   in   you,   would   you   let   me   down?   ❞

Trust doesn’t come easy. Not for the who has spent much of her life playing a part. She knows how easy lying comes to most. So there’s no trace of judgement in her green eyes. They blink slowly, a sorrowful smile offered up. ❝  We want the same thing here, Steve, ❞ she points out, ❝  and I’m not going to risk losing an ally. I don’t think either of us can AFFORD to. ❞