• lunatic •

      wolfsbane •  a poisonous plant of the buttercup family, which bears hooded pink or purple flowers. It is native to temperate regions of the northern hemisphere.                                     ( there’s no such thing as werewolves . )

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@sharpsuite: ❛ i wish i met you sooner. ❜ ( ann & kuina )

      ❛ Ann? ❜ Her voice harbors a thin tinge of panic, unrestrained and piercing in the crack to the name. In the Borderlands, tomorrow's never guaranteed. Borrowed time is no way to live, but this isn't exactly home even if it's a reflection of all places and things nostalgia.

@cfthesoul: “  i know you’re dangerous, but i also know you won’t hurt me. you bark, and you growl, but you never bite. not me, at least.  ” - from lydia martin

      ❛ Right... ❜ A simple word carries immeasurable drawl. Sarcasm coats his tone, dowsing his insecurity in his only weapon. No, he doesn't show his claws or fangs around her. He never has despite his icy words and fiery lackadaisical attitude whenever he name comes up. Petty is his best color after all. Eyeing her warily, Isaac purses his lips before his hands grip at his knees. Leaning forward in his chair, he adjusts to level with her.

@cfthesoul: “  stop doing that— stop trying to hide your emotions from me.  ” - from juniper @ anyone

      ❛ Talking about feelings is probably the last thing I want to do right now. ❜ His tone's slow, deliberate. Shifting his focus to the bonfire on the beach and coolers full of spirits, he gestures widely. His heels turn sharply against the sand, and he starts to step backwards with performative enthusiasm. A snap of his fingers, and the fire cackles and dances.

@cfthesoul: “  not everyone is just gonna become another scar. some people will stay, if you let them.  ” - from nick danberry

      He's nodding, slowly. Feigned interest strikes his eyes, and his expression grows keenly unconvinced. ❛ Oh yeah? ❜ Isaac challenges. With his streak of luck, he'd be thankful to have a scar. People in his life leave nothing behind whenever they disappear.

❛ You can mention that to my dead ex-girlfriend, my dead brother, my dead mom, or — even — my dead dad next time you run into them. ❜ His tone grows increasingly sharper with bitter, biting sarcasm. If loss was a person, she'd accompany him everywhere leaving nothing but invisible scars. Not that it mattered. Isaac was used to that by now. ❛ I only came back to Beacon Hills because Scott called in a favor. ❜ Shoving his hands into his pockets, he cranes his head toward his counterpart. Isaac assesses the differences between them but refrains from a snarky remark.

@acourtcfmuses: “ have a drink with me. ” (To Nick from Caliban )

      Gesturing with a nod, Nick's brow rises with surprise. ❛ Only one? ❜ He asks, subtle smirk teetering along his lips. He's no stranger to indulgence. No one in the Coven is.

      Folding his arms across his chest, his feet shuffle as he approaches the bar. Rarely does Nick ever come down this far. Rustic woods all around, mirrors lined with gold, glasses through the ages. He absorbs all of it in the moment. The last time he came down this way was for Sabrina's sake ( or rather for his own sake to drown out the memories ). Unfortunately, not even the magic of alcohol is enough the remove a Spellman from memory.

@acourtcfmuses: “ please just … leave me alone. “ (To Peter from Lydia )

      His eyes avert, and Peter draws a hand to his chest as if she's wounded him. The plea of her voice is sharp to his ears. A frown pulls at his lips, but there's something apathetic in the way he presents it. ❛ You know I can't do that. ❜ He admits, surely confirming her own fears. Something about Peter's tone sounds sincere but lacks apology. They're tied together, for his better and likely her worse.

      Peter steps forward then and draws the hand at his chest to her hair. Fingers toy with the ends. His eyes settle to the way her hair looks like the leaves in autumn. Lydia's always so striking. Everything about her demands admiration, every piece of her compelling. Leave her alone?

Peter genuinely finds beauty in what he turns people into. While he sells it as Midas Touch, it’s more like Midas Corruption. He corrodes the internal psyche and makes someone question their values and intentions. Partially because there is something very wrong with him but also because he seeks comfort in knowing that everyone can become just as broken as he is. He’s willing and takes a twisted pleasure in understanding that everyone, as their core, is morbid and cruel.