It’s been 8739867893634 years. I will reblog this once more tomorrow when my dash isn’t dead. But it’s been 85734964 years and even so, so many people still follow me/have sent me messages. My heart hurts but in a good way. This got really long but if you want the long story short, at the bottom, in large font, I’ve linked where y’all can find me if you’d like!

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It’s been 8739867893634 years. I will reblog this once more tomorrow when my dash isn’t dead. But it’s been 85734964 years and even so, so many people still follow me/have sent me messages. My heart hurts but in a good way. This got really long but if you want the long story short, at the bottom, in large font, I’ve linked where y’all can find me if you’d like!

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he has always had a good eye for catching the cracks that appear on masks that people wear around him, ( maybe being shoved to the side has it’s perks after all  )  the cheerful, polite attitude people expect from them has never been harder to perform. he knows it far too well. so when they wait for scott by the lockers, he catches the small sadness behind her usually cheerful eyes. he is hesitant at first, unsure of what to do or say  

(  if it is his place to say anything at all  )  but soon enough, he can’t help but break the silence    ❛     you okay ?    ❜   it’s a soft  murmur, elbow lightly nudging her arm as he watches her.  he wants her to know that it’s okay to talk to him – he knows how hard it is to keep the casual and cheerful behavior around the halls  –  he doesn’t blame her. 

ok so I just signed on to check something really quick with the intent to disappear without anyone knowing but seeing all the baes on my dash ( who I’ve missed like gosh I’ve forgotten how talented & wonderful you all are! ), the people who still follow me ( after all these years – always I’m ), or the angels who followed the moment I signed on just djkfghdf. So I’m organizing drafts / seeing who’s still around & whatnot then likely messaging those I still owe to see who still wants the thing or not.

If anyone wants to hmu for whatever reason please do it makes me happy. Also as part of the whole revamp/fix up/guess who’s back back again thing, I’ll be updating exclusives. If you’re on there & want off ( or want to stay! ) shoot me a message/IM so we’re on the same page as I don’t want anyone to feel obligated what with me being gone for a while. Heck if you want on there hmu too but I mean I’ve been gone? So I don’t expect anything & remember that I have an exclusive call that can be liked at any time so there’s no pressure for it to be right now or anything like that.

one ( name / alias ) :  sara. two ( birthday ) :  november 27th. three ( zodiac sign ) :  sagittarius. four ( height ) :  5′2 &1/2″ ( the half is important ok ) five ( time ) :  9:30 AM six ( sleep ) :  sleep is for the weak ( or those blessed with the ability to get their minds to shut up ) ah idk my sleep is all over the place. I typically stay up ridiculously late, hate myself & regret it in the morning, swear to myself never to do it again ft. coffee to keep me alive, repeat. hours depend on class/work/hospital shifts but if it were up to me 9-9:30ish is a decent time to wake I think, sometimes 10. seven ( favorite books ) :  the book thief, a tale of two cities, the night circus, the secret history, the hp series. eight ( favorite artists ) :  too many but to name a few the script, joshua radin, imagine dragons, florence + the machine, nsync fite me, hans zimmer, andy black, justin timberlake, the list goes on & is all over the place. nine ( last movie watched ) :  in theaters? suicide squad. out? I think begin again. ten ( college ) :  currently attending, hope to graduate & go on for my masters + get an mba. eleven ( dream job ) :  in an ideal world I wish I could be that writer who gets to travel the world & write inspiring & beautiful novels & novellas in say a little gem of a coffee shop in france or by the water in venice. experience & live & love & be able to put that to paper. but in this world probably something badass in business. twelve ( the meaning behind your url ) :  allison chose to sacrifice herself in order to be able to locate & save her dad. that sacrifice left her/her heart vulnerable & allowed darkness to find its way in, hence it being dark in her heart.

               He sees it ––– finally ––– the f a l l. He sees it brighter than the fear that shrouds her courage ––– her defiance. That small spark of defeat; the rebel that will lead the coup and he plants it, digs it, presses it down harder with prickling fingers, burning out the memory of HIM; washing out whatever else she could conjure to delude herself from the truth. Jonathan Morgenstern was dead. He burned along with the fire. And he will do no more BURNING for anyone else.  And he relishes her defeat with a smile made of cinders ––– a hollow man running on embers. 

                            ( Both the SPARK and the GASOLINE to set the world aflame. )

       And her the favoured –––––– the one who shares the seat to the end of the world or burn along with him. 

              Head tilts gently, a refrain from his sharpened edges as he frees her from his grip to watch her stumble; bury her own soul of her own accord. SINNERS were no good at sinning after all if you didn’t let them fall. She matches his pardon with a soliloquy. An open monologue to deaf ears and a dying audience. Milk in her defiance for the masquerade that it is; a plea of the martyr. Until its not and his name is yet again brought back to the surface. Eyes darkened with malice. Annoyance scorching from his clenched fists, And as he stands before her, feeding off her reluctance, he’s less a man and more THE MONSTER. So hungry for havoc and her demise until he quells it, puts out the flames with a smile, hides again his agenda with ICE until he’s only an inch away from her skin. The back of his hand grazes her cheek and the smile withers. ❛ Why would I kill you? You’re my only friend. ❜ 

          he can hear her accelerated heartbeat, it’s like the sweetest symphony to the wolf, because at least it’s still BEATING. scott nods & offers her a small smile.       ❛      do you…. — do you want me to get you some water ?     ❜   he asks after hearing how she sounds. the wolf’s first instinct is to take her pain, he knows he’d be able to handle it, but there’s something that’s warning him to STAY BACK, &  as hard as it is to listen to that voice, he does. he can hear EVERYTHING, every breath she takes, every soft, barely audible to the human ear noise that she emits, it’s loud &  clear to the wolf.   ❛      that’s understandable, it’ll get better eventually, though. i’m sorry for asking, i should’ve known what the answer would be.     ❜   he wants to advise her to lay back down, that she should take it easy, but she was allison argent, after all, &  scott knew she wouldn’t heed his advice.    ❛      um, …. —- there was an ACCIDENT. you were pretty badly hurt, but you’re going to be okay now, which is a good thing.    ❜   eyes widen at her question &  scott can feel his heart BREAKING. she doesn’t remember him. his mouth opens & closes several times as he desperately tries to come up with something, anything to say but fails each time. he doesn’t want to make things any worse on allison, but he can’t get a proper grip on his emotions no matter how much he tried. allison couldn’t forget him. he couldn’t lose her, especially not like this. there are tears threatening to spill from his eyes, the wolf inhales sharply, wiping at them furiously in order to prevent them from spilling out. he had to be more COMPOSED than that, she was already overwhelmed as it was, he didn’t need to add to the stress. what was he meant to say to the girl he was still in love with when all he was to her was a STRANGER ?    ❛      y-yes, i know your father. you don’t remember me ?     ❜  

                      he uses his body to push her’s further down the empty corridor, his arms wrapped around her waist & his mouth wound into a smirk when she spoke. ❝ well if it soothe’s other’s wounds what kind of man would i be to DENY that sort of healing power to the world? ❞ but they’re further away from the crowds now –– he can hear the voices of the other students ECHOING off the walls, pouring around each corner as a reminder that they were confined to meeting in the SHADOWS. both pure in blood but from families that looked at that status with different eyes, from houses that would rather disown them then let them be. his voice lowers, long torso bending to rest his head against hers. ❝ i don’t know if i could survive someone else being LOVED by you. ❞ a tad dramatic, but he couldn’t imagine seeing her look at someone else the way she looked at him. couldn’t imagine someone else being as lucky to taste that familiar taste of her. it almost made him sick to think about it.

         The RECOGNITION in her eyes is louder than the cry of skin against grating bones and he feels the shameful tug of being seen. His armour a facade under those amber hues and his insides are faltering; walls sharing a crack right through the middle and he’s NUMB. Quiet and stoic in his grief, solid under her pressing gaze and as far from crumbling as humanly possible ( which wasn’t very far in the grand scheme of things. ) His own green stare transfixed at the offered comfort, the balled up jacket just hovering in between them, an outright offer to help and he’s FROZEN in his seat. He’d nearly forgotten what actual human kindness looked like and now that it was staring him right in the face ––– it was SCALDING. Gingerly, he accepted ––– his chest a racket of complaint and anxiety. His father’s words once again blaring in his ears. And the boy does nothing but stare at the coat still bundled in his grip. This was enough and too much already; more than he’d anticipated and barely enough of what he’d expected. Jonathan is awe-struck as one question rings in echoes behind him: how do people survive like this?  ❛    No. That’s not necessary. Neither is this.   ❜  He accepts defeat in the eyes of the universe, handing back the kindness he can’t take ( nor deserve. )   ❛   You didn’t see or hear anything. Understood?    ❜

            long legs extend out as he leans back against the tree, just far enough into the FORBIDDEN FOREST to ensure their privacy, but not too far in as to risk their safety. there weren’t a lot of places they could spend time together anymore –– not with the carrows practically DROOLING at the opportunity to find any members of the once great DUMBLEDORE’S ARMY meeting together. even here they had the threat of being caught where they shouldn’t be. who knows what lurked the forest on HIS behalf. he found himself preferring to think about that than to think about the way the other boy looked at her. ❝ you’ve seemed pretty busy. ❞