thelxstsavior:

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        ❝ you’re SURPRISED? ❞

                   usually, it was the other woman who would surprise the blonde but now it was the OPPOSITE that was happening. it had a smirk now on the blonde’s face, being the one who now has a shit eating grin. her NERVES got to her whenever she was around her but not this time, which made her grin even more. to surprise a killer was not a COMMON THING to do, which made this moment even better for the blonde woman. 

     _{Her lips are a curl of smirk & calculation, eyes dart from lips, to chest, back to the eyes of the blonde, the red stains against her pale fingers filling evelyn with a beautiful, malevolent pride.}

              _{‘ I  did not think you could do it. but now you see how it feels, how lovely, how righteous. ‘}

     _{Calloused fingers twist into locks of flaxen hair, bruised lips parting to welcome the other’s. to welcome her to the life she could now know, now understand. she felt the slipperiness of blood against her collar bone, and near moaned into it. it was POWER, it was horribly arousing, and she relished it far too much.}

thelxstsavior:

                _{❝ fine, i’ll TRUST you, unless you give me reason why i shouldn’t. ❞}

  _{MAYBE THE PROBLEM was that she was falling for the murderer she hooked up with. deep down she wondered what the hell is wrong with her, but when one falls so hard in love, one can’t stop. the attraction they had for one another could not be denied for the blonde, but she tried her hardest to do so. the warmth of the other woman is what she needed, this woman was HER DRUG, the one person she wanted more than she thought when she first saw her for the first time.}

     _{SHE PRESSES  her hands into the blonde’s sides, closing any distance that’d been between them. she can ( feel ) how malleable, how vulnerable. she loves it so.}

                _{‘ EMMA, YOU  have nothing to fear of me, so long as you keep to your promises. ‘}

       _{HER WORDS  come in muffled spurts, tugging at the straps of the blonde’s white tank top, lips pressed to her neck. the sight of her skin’s near perfection is at first ( sickening ) compared to hers, which lay RIDDLED with scars, but her fire, lain behind cautious eyes, and her figure. those created and INTRIGUE which far overrode it.}   

thelxstsavior:

    ❝ you’re WRONG. but i am a little curious though. ❞

                 _{‘ I KNEW  you would. ‘}

   _{SHE PRESSED  her lips to the woman’s quickly, creating a heat, creating a CONTROL. sure the( allure ) of the woman was nice, and she couldn’t suppress her own brand on intrigue to emma’s psyche, and her body, but sex was ( power ) here & now. as was an understanding that they were equally as ABANDONED by the world.}

             _{‘ JUST PROMISE  you’ll TRUST me, no matter what happens. ‘}

thelxstsavior:

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      ❝ DO WHAT you want. i don’t give a damn. ❞

      _{‘ THAT’S  bullshit & you know it. I know what it’s like not the be WANTED, emma. shut it out and things of the sort. don’t tell me you don’t want to see more. you CARE. don’t think I don’t see it. ‘}

nxmbing:

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❝ Hi— you wouldn’t happen to have worked
in a cheesy halloween shop about 20 years
ago, would you? I’m Diana Go—McBride. ❞

             _{SHE BITES  her tongue. it’s both laughable and HORRENDOUS. but now that everything had changed, revisiting he past seemed rather mute ( and perhaps painful ). but the less this woman, so she vaguely recalled, knew, the BETTER.}   

              _{‘ AH… YES ———-  diana. I suppose I somewhat recall. it was a rather LONG time ago. ‘}

beherrschen:

              she smirks. it is a dance for DOMINANCE. the animalistic urge to show who is
   the alpha in this situation boils in rachel’s blood. power is, after all, so very ADDICTING.
   control must always be within her grasp. without control, she is no better than her cohorts. 

                 ❝ & possibly embarrass myself? oh no, thank you. if I was
                     to drink, I’d only do so if you were drinking as well. nothing
                     better than drinking with company after all. ❞ 

             she pauses before she makes her way to her liquor cabinet & grabs a bottle of
   FIREBALL to place on the counter. just in case, of course. 

                 ❝ how so many MIGHTY people have fallen though because
                     they sank into alcohol & guilt fueled despair. ❞

                                            ‘ I REALLY wouldn’t know. ‘

            HER FINGERS drum SILENTLY against her leg, clothed in tight fitting blue jeans which well hid stains. her eyes darted over the bottle on the counter, the mere sight of its honey liquid tying her gut into knots, teeth ( grazing ) her lower lip in hidden anxiety, how such tendencies could give her away, yet how UNHELPABLE they seemed to be. still her mind was not made up on the woman, whose intentions seemed as GRAYED as her own. good and evil bled togheter so ( messily ), but her intuition seemed to SCREAM at her then, that blood meant precious little to the woman before her. and it spiked her adrenaline fueled curiosity tenfold.

          ‘ SINCE THE dawns of mankind people have drowned their sorrows in any manner they could. SELF DESTRUCTION, it seems, has always been addicting. ‘

beherrschen:

        ❝ GOD FORBID we encourage idiots to be even more idiotic. ❞

        there is a part of her that itches to hand the other woman another coat. while
        she doubts others would notice the stain, if the brunette continues to grip her
        coat in such a way, she might just get caught with I N C R I M I N A T I N G
        evidence. honestly, people do need to be more careful with these things. 

                 ❝ would you like a glass of water? or
                                     perhaps something a bit stronger? ❞

                         ‘ NO ————- thank you, that is. ‘

      her fingers TWITCH, but remain at her side. the acuteness of the woman’s gaze
      is unnerving to her, but her face is trained on neutrality. she slides the jacket off
      her shoulders and lays it over a barstool, leaving her shoulders bare with a low-
      cut    black    tank-top,    scars   littering  her  arms  like  messy   constellations.  

                              ‘ I DON’T drink, but you may if you wish. ‘

beherrschen:

          rachel glances at the woman’s fingers & her keen eyes see the bloodstain.
          barely there, yes, but she can see it. does it bother her? NOT AT ALL. 
          she has too many things on her mind to be bothered by blood ( which she
          & every other woman encounters at least once a month ). 

          ❝ where would this world be without the OLD CLICHES? yet, they are
              true, are they not? funny how people can forget this. ❞

                   ‘ THEY can be, but one ought to be careful
                     which    they   wish   to   observe   closely. ‘

    her fingers, still ( t e n s e ), move delicately from the hem of her coat.
    ( there was no HIDING what she bore ).   her coat was black as it was,
    perhaps she was only kidding herself thinking the woman could notice.
    she, herself,  muc h preferred the eye-catching sight of deep  crimson
    blood as it lay upon stark white skin.    but,  everyone had their tastes.