bloodthirstygod ; 

^{@girlmartyr​}

                 ^{“are you sure you’re old enough to be drinking?” teasing grin is thrown in her direction. whether he truly cares or not is questionable seeing as he’s the one who gave her the drink. “i’d hate to disappoint your parents.”}

‘  THEY’VE   SEEN   WORSE .  ‘   _{she   needn’t   specify  ,  details   shameful   in   the   eyes   of   most  .  yet ,   it’s   mischief   that   she   wears   well   in   a   side   swept   grin   as   gaze   sparkles  .  ‘   besides   ,   if   they   ask  ,   i’ll   blame   you  . ‘   delicate   digit   pressed   against    the   mans   chest.} 

_{lithe   digits   curl    around   page   once   more  ,  satisfaction   evident   upon   tugged   lips   as   grin   most   victorious   arises .}   ‘ right   there ,   see ?  ‘   _{pointer   finger   finds   line   before   gaze   averts   towards   him .  ‘  i   told   you  .  ‘}   

_{@learncontrol}

hypersomnolent ;

_{THERE’S SOMETHING POETIC ABOUT THE WAY SHE CRACKS,  shards of glass between ribs as she leaps to defend him – defend dean.  it’s poetic, but it’s also twenty years too late, damage done the overnight in a house fire, he, too young to remember.  but dean remembers.}

_{maybe that’s the real reason they’re night and day, ember and ash.}

_{maybe that’s why he understands dean better now.  after jess.}

_{elena, he doesn’t want you to understand too.  there’s no love in this life – no good memories – no happy endings.  only dust.  only pain.  only death.}

_{only sweat upon brow, nightmares waking to three o’clock moonlight, a penny for your thoughts because they’re infinitely better than the nightmares living in woken reality.  he doesn’t want this life.  which is why he doesn’t understand her drive to become part of it.}

_{dean?  the self-proclaimed queen – the most adaptable piece on the board.
he?  the bishop.  stuck on a path he longs to deviate.
but elena?  the jury’s still out.}

_{does she feel like a pawn?}

    _{‘ we’ve been doing this for a long time, elena. you weren’t even born when dean started. ‘     a sad admission of truth; a child without a childhood.     ‘ and you and i both know that i have no control over what he chooses to do. ‘}

_{frustration ebbs into clean slate, his shoulders slumped in defeat.  it’s always been like this – the family business.  idly, he wonders when the family business became gotta protect sammy.  probably during their formative years, branded like a seal to brain.}

_{funny: dean’s adopted the exact same mentality with elena.
– maybe it’s something to do with the warm, kind eyes.}

     _{‘ we could be looking at this all wrong. what if we don’t need to draw it out? what if we could force it out? ‘}

_{eagerness drops the melancholy tone, hands pushing messy hair from face as he hunts down his laptop and flips it open.  slumping into one of the dining chairs by room entry, he hums.} 

     _{‘ i mean, she can’t just be drawn to you and girls who fit your description. spirits have all kinds of triggers that force manifestation. ‘}

_{maybe there really is another way.}

SHE   STEPPED   INTO   THE   DARKNESS   _{by   her   own   free   will ,   allowed   shadows   to   take   ahold   of   her  .   for  others ,  the   dream   of   normalcy   came   easy  ,  picturesque   white   picket   fences   surround   the   laughter   that   echoes   through   suburban  streets .   yet  ,   elena   had   become   something   else   all   together.    weary   bones   caged   in   flesh  ,   demons   haunting   sleepless   nights   in  a   house   filled   with   the   stench   of   death .  (   “ i   don’t   have   anybody  “  )   she   remained   nothing   short   of a   girl   fated   for   nightmares  ,   plagued   by   unknown   faces   and   whispered   words  of  terror .}  

_{alone .   alaric   had   gone  ,  jenna   was   dead  ,   and   her   parents  ,  well  it   was   their   death   that   had   seemingly   sealed   her   fate  .}   

_{tinge   of   something   that   mirrors   sorrow  ,fills   her   lungs  ,  words   choke   the   hoarse   lungs   in   which   she   forces   vocals   to   arise   from  a    moment   later .}  “  I   KNOW  .  “  _{brunette   tresses   cloak   sad   eyes   .   the   definition   of    broken  ,   not   yet}   TRIUMPHANT_{.   “   i   know   that  .   but  ,   i   also   know   that   there’s   something   here .  there   always   has   been … ‘  voice  ,   feigning   a   trembling  lip  ,  cracks   as   elena   manages  .   something .   vampires  ,  demons  ,   it   had   never   been    a   mere   coincidence  .  she   was   destined    for   it ,   for   the   supernatural   to   engulf   her   whole ,  to  spit   her   out   in   pieces.  next   words  ,  cautious   and   peculiar  ,  come   as   a   mere   whisper .    “  just   let   me   help  ,    please  .  “}

_it’s   HOPE   _{that    flows   through   her   core  ,  settles   within   her   stomach   as   brows  narrow   towards   sam  .  feverish   in    his   attempts   to   solve  ,  to   grasp   knowledge   that   will   put   them   once   again   in   the   light .   (   how   does   she   tell   him   there’s   no   chance  ——  she   fears   he   already   knows  )   for  ,   light   has   never   shone   on   those   whose   lives   had   been   touched   by   death  .  they   were   branded  .   devil   himself   having   his   callous  fingers   wrapped   around   their   once   unscathed   necks .}  

“  FORCE   IT   .  . .  _{“    as   if   her   thoughts   at   the   heels   of   his   words  .  simplistic   in  delivery   and  yet   she   knew   the}   complications .  lips   press   tightly   together  ,  with   lithe   digits   running   through   chocolate   locks   if   only   to   watch   a  man  at   work  .   “ that’s  … “   she   needn’t   waste   time  ,  steady   strides   carry   her   from   stance   towards   the   threshold   beside   sam  .   slender   bodice   leans  ,  propping   herself   against   doorway   as    eyes   settle   above   his   shoulders  .  “ it   could   be   anything .  this   spirit ,  what   if   it   isn’t   a   person   but   what   they’ve   done .   what   they’re   doing .  ‘   

hypersomnolent ; 

     _{‘ i do trust you – we trust you. but it’s not that simple. ‘}

_{CONCERN A CONSONANCE,  her stance has worry lines crinkling corner eyes.  though softened is he with a smile, a gentle touch to shoulder transforming into comforting squeeze.  when he looks at her, she’s so bright – like an asteroid belt, warmth a nebula of possibilities.}

_{it’d be a shame, to marr a beauty tidal; to turn her into a shadow realm like he and dean.}

     _{‘ i’m not questioning your bravery – i’m just not comfortable with using you as bait. ‘     a pause, he lets words sit; tastes them on his tongue, a speech overused and well-rehearsed targeted towards an ignorant brother.     ‘ we’ll figure something else out, okay? ‘}

TRUST  BREEDS   TRUST .   _{a   notion   she’d   learned   all   too   well  .  crucify   her   ,   for   it   was   damnation   of   the   very    monsters   these   men   had   graves   prepared   for   that   the   girl   surrounded   herself   with.   beneath   her   bed   their   crimson   cut   claws  ,  bone   as   thickened   as   tombstone  ,  raked   at   her   dreams .   skeletons   in   the   closet   merely   cover   up   the   growing   amount   of    martyrs   laid   to   rest   at   the   hands   of   those   who   sought   difference .  death  ,  a   fickle   friend  ,   yet   a   worthy   foe  .   brows   furrow ,   heaving   sigh   tickles    her    throat   as   doe   eyed   gaze   studies   sam .   his   movements ,   cautious   and   calculated   ,  but   he   was   soft   in   a   way   she’d    never   known  .   hunters ,   calloused   palms   and   bullets   wedged   between   teeth    ;   sam ,   compassion   seeping   through   pores   so   fast   she’d   swore   he’d   bleed   out .}  

_{‘  i   can’t    just    sit    here   and   let   people    fight   for   me   ,  sam   .   ‘    her   vocals   plea  ,   they    barter   and  bargain   for   a    sense   of   understanding  .   ‘  that’s   not   who   i  am .  ‘}  

_{to   fight   the   monsters   who’d   swallowed   her   whole ,   for   revenge   and   retribution  on  those   who’d   dragged   a   girl   so   ethereal   to   her   very   own   damnation .   no ;   she’d   thought .   it   wasn’t   who   she’d   wanted   to   be   .   her   life  was   not  a   sordid   tale   filled   with   endless   funerals   ,    a   parade   of   the   long   gone .   they’d   wanted   her   to   remain   docile    while   rivers   ,  rampant   as   ever  ,   flowed   through  her .   thin    lips   press   together  ,   arms   folded   against   her   chest   as   shoulders   fall .  F   R   A   I   L  T   Y  ;   she   wanted   none   of   it  .   ‘  something   else  ?   like   what   sam  ?  ‘    tongue   spits   words   from   mouth   and   yet  bitterness   remains   unleashed  .  impossible  to   shed   upon  boy   with   the   weight   of   the   world   rested   gently   against   his   shoulders.   ‘  like   what ?    you   think    i’ll   let    you   throw   yourself   into   this  ?  you   think   i’d   let   your   brother  ?  ‘  a   beat  ,   hollowed   out   defeat  .   ‘  i   can’t    let   you   ,   anyone  ,   do   this  .   not   again  .  ‘} 

learncontrol ;

             _^‘     i  know ,  i’m  sorry .     _{^{’  he  can’t  bring  himself  to  look  her  in  the  eyes .  guilt  weighed  heavy  on  his  heart .  ‘     is  bonnie  going  to  be  okay  ?     ’}}

‘  I   HOPE   SO  .  ‘   _{it’s   hope   she   clings   to  .   ‘  she’s   been   through   worse  .  ‘   admission  ,   however   hard   to   swallow   ,  teases   her   tongue .   ‘   you   just   have   to   be   careful  .  .  .   we   all  do  .  ‘} 

‘  LOOK … ‘    _{lips  ,   thinly   pressed  ,   part   if   only   for    compassion’s   confession  .  ‘ we  look   out   for   each   other  .   that’s   just   how   it   works   liam. . ‘} 

@learncontrol

‘  I   TRUST   YOU .  ‘   _{girl   once   gilded  ,   a   lions   roar   takes   refuge   beneath   frail   ribs .   it   yearns   to   break  free  ,  beating   heart   acts   as   a   war   drum   in   light   of   the   fallen   soldiers   she   once   found   herself   shielded   by .   yet  ,   this   is   different  ,  a   promise   she’s   told   herself   time   and   time   again  .   ‘   i   didn’t   question   anything   you  did  ,  anything   your    brother   did.   ‘   it’s   with   audible   concern   in   which   she   speaks  ,  shoulders   fall   slightly   as   she   attempts   to   hold   her   ground  .   ‘   so   trust   me   back  ,  i   know   what   i’m    doing  .  ‘}  

_{@hypersomnolent}

lockwoodspecial ;

          _{“   YEAH,   YOU SHOULD TRY telling that to her.   ”    irritation pricks at the corners of lips.    it’s audible in the scoff,   fist gravitating towards wall,   palm connecting with brick at the last minute to lessen force.    but there’s something else  ;   a fearful sort of desperation he’s unable to shake.    “   elena,   i don’t know what else to do.   ”}

‘  TYLER … ‘   _{when   she   speaks  ,   it’s   soft  .  a   long   buried  understanding   comes   to   light  .   it’s   with   sympathy   that   her   heart   aches  ,  corners   of   her   lips   fall   as   if   she   were   as   broken   as   he   himself  .   ‘  we’ll   fix    this  .   ‘    slender   palm   rests   with   ease   against   his   shoulder  ,    a   steady   step   breaks   barrier   between   them .   ‘  whatever   happened  …  whatever   you’re   not   telling   me …  i’ll   help   you  .  ‘}

worstwar *

         _{^{‘     –––––––––––––––––––}}  well  how  was  i  supposed  _{^{to  know  that  BOTH  of  our  phones  were  going  to  die  ?  you  forgot  a  charger  too !     ’}}

❝ ALEC … ❞  _{lips  purse  ,   arms   folded   against   chest   as   name   topples   from   tongue   as   if   a   jest   itself  .    ❝ it’ll   get   dark   soon ❞   realization   to   come   quickly   as   clouded   eve   brinks   upon   them   . ❝ and   we’ll   just   be   stuck   here  ❞}