WEAPONIZE.

i don’t have graphic skills for a promo :(

hi im remaking clove i love you all 💖

hey hey ... i miss you guys i miss my knife kid but this is a hiatus - ish announcement post i guess

GUYS LET ME TELL YA I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW, i finished up the semester and i’ve done so well and honestly my dudes .... i feel so confident in what i’ve learned my brain is thrivin i have really really applied myself and i actually truly feel proud of myself !!! even during my exams when i was Stressed and anxious to heck i felt so confident in my answers and my essays man oh freaking man. sorry bebs i am feeling great and i’m working on making my return to clove, hope you’re all well and taking care of yourselves! 💖

hi hey broskis i am currently over here reviving my girl so that’s where you’ll find me. my schedule is overloaded and i am Withering away but i have not forgotten about my knife kid.

a bitten smirk flashes ‘pon chapped lips before he finds some willpower to relax his features;    he’s being watched,    he feels it.     “y’think so?   ‘cause the guy just caused a literal clusterfuck,    clove.”     he knows she wasn’t referring to the movie,    and hell,    even he didn’t catch the last two minutes of the protagonist’s existentialism.     “listen,    if there was a class in the art of subtlety,    he’d be a textbook case of what not to do,    you know?”    

by now he’s angled himself towards her,    impish hues regarding her.    brows arch,    mostly in challenge,  but it could easily be mistaken for nonchalance in casual discussion.

she turns back to the television lazily, setting back into the sofa’s cushions.   ❝   i guess so.  though, he does seem like the sort of guy to just accidentally get himself into nasty situations, real nasty situations that he really can’t handle.  ❞   she glances at him casually.

             ❝           CLOVIS…    how long have i been asleep ?   i don’t even remember beginning to feel tired at all.         ❞     @nevermisses

HE CAN ACKNOWLEDGE THE IRONY. he’s the good guy now.  the good guy with cold red hands  &  an ambiguous grasp on humanity. but he’s trying.  swiftly, but cautiously he turns toward her.    ❝   about an hour.   you fell asleep in the car.   ❞   his expression softens, his gaze shifts from unfeeling to gentle.   his eyes convey the concern he cannot yet express through words.   the unlearning of detachment takes time.   ❝   how you feeling?   can i get you anything?    ❞    

STARTER FOR: @nevermisses

Arms are wrapped tightly around herself, it wasn’t exactly cold but it wasn’t cozy either. She’s knocked twice now and she figures she ought to wait at least a minute or two before trying again. Foot taps impatiently, ❝c’mon, open the fucking—❞ voice is quiet, and a deep sigh follows the sentence, a sentence born of frustration and just the tiniest hint of desperation. A breath of relief is exhaled when  her friend finally opens the door. ❝—Hey, feel like helping an old friend out tonight?❞ It was the kind of help only someone with a shared history of violence could offer, one Jo knew wouldn’t freak out at the sight of what she’d done. Someone who knew what it was like to only feel in control when drawing blood. 

❝   WOULD IT have killed you to call first?   ❞  the sarcasm unfurls quickly, though her tone is so apathetic it’s almost undetectable.  jo will pick up on it, she’s known her for long enough after all.  hand still perched loosely atop the door handle, clove regards her old friend in a fastidious assessment;  efficient  &  brief.  the girl is certainly on edge, anxious even;  although clove isn’t convinced that the reason behind that is one of conventionality.  there’s bloody smears buried with years of friendship,  &  clove has a feeling that today it may exhume itself.  despite her initial vexation at the late night call, she’s concerned for her friend.   ❝   i suppose i could manage it. what’s the problem?   ❞  

❝        oh  ,        clove  ,        if  i  walked  in  here  covered  in  blood  &  guts  ,        it  would  be HIS  blood  &  guts  !        ❞        the  joke  is  laughed  off  ,        brushed  off  more  like.        she  lets  her  cherries  purse  around  the  straw  ,        sipping  the  sapid  &  appetizing  cooler  ,        a  small  nod  being  gifted  to  her  as  she  finishes  her  suggestion  ,        sapphires  alert  &  impressed.        ❝        yeah  ,        it’s  one  hell  of  a  night.        all  nights  should  be  girls  night.        i’m  glad  i’ve  got  a biff  like  you.        it’s  about  time.        ❞        hand  rests  on  the  other’s  ,        warm  &  intentional.        if  there’s  anyone  she’s  crossing  off  her    eat  -  list  !    it’s  clove.

A CHARMING VIOLENCE.  they probably don’t register the monstrous contradiction until it’s too late.  the fangs that suddenly appear in place of a seductive pink smile.  the sudden glint of a knife that dances betwixt pretty slender fingers.   predators in plain sight.   ❝   i have a feeling getting butchered by you might possibly be the best thing that could ever happen to him.  ❞   her laugh merges with jennifer’s.  it passes simply  &  without any restriction.  her hand folds atop her friend’s without hesitation.  this is a softness she only permits around jennifer.   ❝   every night?   sounds like a plan.  well i’m glad i’ve got you too.   i wouldn’t have a girls night with anybody else.   ❞