ᴄ ᴏ ᴅ ᴇ ʙ ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴋ ᴇ ʀ.

   “I guess you’re pretty, too. For an old woman.”

  “I’m sorry, what?”

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fidgeting hands drum against the table, blue eyes staring straight down. isaac would be lying if he said kate didn’t freak him out in the SLIGHTEST.         “ can i help you ?? ”

❛ WHY so tense, sweetheart? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.

“ it feels pretty special. “

       “nah, these BOOGERS are just my students. why?…”

        “GREENBERG,  DAMMIT !!!”

get up. get up. get up.

              ❛   yeah, i’ve HEARD. trust me. i know more than most people think. ❜

        “S M A R T.”

this woman obviously had a head on her shoulders.

‘ are some of them yours? ‘

   “did you just call me ( SWEETHEART )?”

sorry for the absence, i just wanted to pop in and say hi i’m not dead. i don’t know when i’ll actually return, ever since my beach trip i’ve been adulting and shit. i’m not dropping any threads or anything, as far as any of my blogs [ i’m not gonna go around to each individual one and post this since most of you follow me everywhere anyway ], i’m just taking a break and having a life for a while until summer ends for everyone around me. 

you can reach me on skype, it’s fruityreaper, or k i k, it’s kateargent. just let me know who you are. 

i hope everyone’s having a nice life and not missing me too much!

             ❛  and who plans on CONTROLLING that? you? these guys… they’re a bit               higher up on the spectrum than your usual teenage enemies, you know.  ❜

         “So, do one of these things belong to you?” He gestures towards the children, before turning back towards the woman, a brow raised.

‘ not in a million years. ‘

           ❛  hasn’t it ALWAYS been?  ❜

kate had shoved that gutted helmet over scott’s head faster than anyone could say ‘  cain , ’ and that was that. there was nothing else to MADNESS other than a pinch of DESPERATION and a spoonful of ANGER to make the perfect blend of a berserker.

and now? what was scott doing now?  did anyone expect him to put up a fight against laloba, a being so compelled with VILLAINOUS TENDENCIES that nothing else could surpass her, and actually come out on top, triumphant?   well, given the circumstances of still being by the argent’s side in a desolate church within the expanse of mexico, those odds  w e r e n ’ t  in mccall’s favor. he just stood in the threshold of the abandoned ruins with the full composure of a monster.  (  quite the idiom.     )

the sound of boots against concrete echoed through empty halls, bounced from desolate wall to desolate wall. cobwebs hung from the ceiling, dust particles illuminated like glitter by the bleak lighting that managed to creep inside. and there was a smirk. a smirk of triumph toying at the corner of glossed lips, to match the sparkle of PRIDE within mischievous emerald hues. she’d W O N.

[ lowkey whistles at her. ]

highkey rolls her eyes.

“oh honey, don’t flatter yourself.  If it wasn’t for Allison, you would be dead long before now. It was  her who begged me to bring you into our little pack after all.” she folded her arms as she adjusted her stance, looking over her shoulder at her sleeping daughter.  “or would you rather run off with another Hale?”

‘ i could say the same about you, sweetheart. ‘

a smirk toyed at the corner of her lips, sandy locks shifting as her head canted to the side.