lethalovea

[lethalovea]

i  moved  mikayla  to  @lethalove

[lethalovea]

lesbian or sapphic relationship starters.

"have you ever had a girlfriend before?"

"not all lesbians listen to tegan and sara."

"my past girlfriends were all disappointed in my glaring lack of flannel."

"i'm not femme or butch... i'm more... futch?"

"i've never been with a girl before but i'm in the market to change that."

"so, i started reading sappho's poetry yesterday. it's actually pretty good. and gay."

"am i a disappointing lesbian if i like dogs more than cats?"

"i need to be butcher."

"when i look at a girl, i can't decide if i want to be her or be on her. it's a real struggle."

"i've noticed since i came out, the population of plaid in my closet has increased drastically."

"you're my girlfriend, not my mom. unless you're into that. then i'm kink-shaming you."

"does my haircut read as lesbian or more 'straight girl who chats up girls on tinder for me and my manbun boyfriend to hook up with'? ...please say lesbian."

"i don't have any cats."

"let's face it: i'm a stud."

"lesbian bed death was a concept created by bitter straight people who were jealous that lesbians actually have orgasms every time we fuck."

"my type? girl... who's available and interested in me."

"you can tell she's been single for a while. i can't even remember the last time she clipped her nails."

"she sent me a finger pic last night. ...is that a thing?"

"i wish i was a sports lesbian but i'm just a sleeps for 14 hours and forgets to clean the cat box for 3 days lesbian."

"i heard her listening to hayley kiyoko. she's not straight."

"do i look gay?"

"i'm wearing a bowtie to our wedding. it's going to bring out my eyes."

"i think our dog's a lesbian."

"this woman at work asked me if i knew ellen. i told her we all get together every other weekend to catch up on the latest hot gossip. i think she believed me."

"i'm so fucking gay."

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leftoverfear.

❝    i  mean,     don’t  worry  about  it,     ❞       she  mocks,     flashing  a  playful  grin   her  direction.       brows  raise,     surprised  by  mikayla’s  offer.     though,    part  of  her  wants  to  take  it.     she  would  feel  good  having  her  there.       hayden’s  always  been  stubborn,     always  insisting  that  she  can  handle  herself,     never  wanting  anyone  to  fight  her  battles  for  her.      she  goes  into  sinema  every  night  with  that  same  notion  on  her  mind,     insistent  that  she  doesn’t  need  anyone  speaking  up  and  defending  her  because  she’s  independent.    still,    that  doesn’t  make  it  easier,    and  it  doesn’t  make  it  any  less  annoying  for  her.       ❝    you   —-    definitely  don’t  have  to  do  that,     you  know.     i  can  handle  those  creeps.   ❞      it’s  always  her  response.    still,    the  idea  is  too  tempting.       ❝    i  mean,     having  you  there  might  make  it  more  bearable  though.   ❞       a  pause.       ❝    okay,     it   DEFINITELY  would  make  it  more  bearable.      i’m  not  opposed  to  you  being  there.       it’s  tomorrow  night   —-    guess  i’m  only  lucky  enough  for  one  day  off  in  a  row,  ❞      she  mumbles. 

she  gulps,    hand  finding  her  hip  and  resting  on  it  cautiously  as  mikayla  tightens  the  grip  on  her  own.     a  small  laugh  falls  from  her  lips  at  her  words,    though  she  quickly  becomes  serious  again.        ❝   —–  you’re  right.     it’s  you.   ❞       words  are  spoken  quietly,     as  if  it’s  a  secret  only  for  mikayla  to  hear.      but  it’s  genuine;     of  course  hayden  wants  to  kiss  her  again  BECAUSE  IT’S  HER,      and  she  has  wanted  to  kiss  her  for  all  too  long  now.      she  can’t  stop  the  grin  that  forms  on  her  lips  as  mikayla  says  she  wants  to  do  it  again,     and  she  can’t  BLAME  HER  for  not  wanting  to  bring  it  up  to  anyone  else.      hayden  can  handle  that   —-     maybe  not  forever,     if  it  does  continue,     but  she’s  willing  to  figure  it  out.       ❝    fine.     i  can  keep  a  secret,   ❞       she  insists,     eyes  finally  looking  away  from  mikayla,     hand  on  her  hips  pushing  her  forward  slightly  to  press  her  against  the  closest  wall.     she  leans  in,    almost  close  enough  to  kiss  her,     but  stops  before  she’s  able.       ❝    if  we  both  don’t  mind,    then    —–    why  aren’t  we  still  kissing?   ❞      she  asks  in  a  taunting   tone.  

she  only  hopes  it  doesn’t  come  off  as  jealousy,      her  wanting  to  drive  off  any  annoying,     disrespectful  male  that  ever  paid  hayden  any  attention;      for  the  most  part,      it’s  not.      she’s  simply  all  too  familiar  with  the  indecency  of  most  boys.       (       there  might  be  something  else,    too,    but  she’ll  ignore  it  for  as  long  as  possible.     )        ‘       i  know  you  can  handle  them.       but  i  can  punch  them.       i’m  not  the  one  with  a  job  to  lose.        ’        a  smile  spreads  across  her  lips  once  hayden  agrees,       almost  too  eager.         ‘       okay,      cool.       i’ll  be  there.      maybe  not  the  entire  time,       but  i’ll  make  it  entertaining  when  i  am.       ’

her  gaze  falls  to  the  hand  on  her  hip,       a  single  breath  exhaled  in  a  shaky  sigh,       her  body  almost  instinctively  pressing  closer  to  her  touch,      attempting  to  encourage  it  even  when  she  doesn’t  know  exactly  what  to  say.        ‘        you  can’t ––––         ’       she  cuts  herself  off,      hesitating  to  finish  her  sentence,     only  to  rush  the  rest  of  it  out  before  her  mind  could  change.          ‘        you  can’t  just  say  things  like  that  and  expect  me  not  to  want  to  kiss  you.       ’          because  she  does,      more  than  she’s  ever  wanted  to  kiss  any  boy  before  her,         though  she’s  never  allowed  herself  to  admit  it  until  now,        when  her  curiosity  has  been  put  to  rest,       yet  she  still  wants  more.         ‘       good.        ’        a  brief  gasp  is  tugged  from  her  lips  as  her  back  meets  the  wall,      breath  already  quickening  once  the  space  between  them  is  diminished  once  more,      even  if  it’s  not  yet  closed  completely.        ‘       because     .  .  .         ’         she  trails  off  as  if  in  thought,       her  opposite  hand  skimming  down  hayden’s  side,       crimson  lips  curled  into  a  smirk.         ‘         i  kissed  you  last  time.       i  think  it’s  your  turn.       ’

[lethalovea]

me:    finally,    i can have a muse that isn’t completely fucking trash mikayla:    manipulates people,  steals,  lets people die right in front of her,  fucks  with  people’s  emotions me:    wow,  nevermind!

[lethalovea]

sunbruise.

he  watched  her  walk  ahead  towards  the  road ,     her  hair  tousled  and  shirt  splattered  with  ash .      then  he  looked  to  ace ,      and  after  a  brief  pause  of  hesitation  they  exchanged  shrugs  and  started  off  after  her .      her  persuasion  was  a  quiet  way  out ,     no  trouble  and  no  grief .       but  the  thought  of  yanking  the  poor  sucker  out  and  jacking  the  car  felt  quicker  in  his  mind ,     more  honest .      it  was  a  while  of  walking  until  the  found  a  busier  road ,     fast  cars  speeding  by  with  the  occasional  van  or  truck ,     but  none  slow  enough  for  them  to  grasp  at .       finally ,     a  silver  mercedes  rolled  into  view .     the  driver  seemed  distracted  on  a  call  one  second ,      and  distracted  by  mikayla  the  next .      ❝    ouf ,    poor  twat .    ❞      it  took  less  than  a  minute  for  her  to  lure  him  to  a  stop   (   he  figured  he  stopped  on  his  own  accord ,    with  the  way  he  seemed  far  more  interested  in  her  all  of  a  sudden  than  the  person  bickering  over  the  phone  ) .    close  enough  that  the  car  had  drudged  onto  the  grass  line  and  on  the  right  minute  that  no  cars  were  slow  enough  to  see  them .    it  wasn’t  until  the  man  reached  forward  to  touch  their  companion ,   that  he  reached  for  his  throat .      ❝    shush .    ❞  

tearing  the  man’s  breath  away  in  one  sharp  pull ,    kenneth  dragged  him  out  through  the  window  and  let  him  drop  to  the  ground .    the  man  wheezed ,    startled ,   but  seemed  dazed  out  of  reality .    ace  handled  the  rest ,   and  didn’t  give  him  enough  time  to  jog  up  a  fuss  before  he  was  rolling  his  body  down  the  low  hill  they  had  climbed  up .   walking  around  the  car ,    kenneth  claimed  shot  gun .

she  cares  nothing  for  the  man  thrown  from  his  vehicle,       even  as  kenneth  drops  him  to  the  ground,      even  as  ace  shoves  a  knife  into  his  gut,      steals  his  wallet,     and  rolls  him  away.       though  she  would  never  end  a  life  directly,         she’s  witnessed  enough  brutality  to  become  numb  to  it.      besides,      it  was  the  man’s  fault,     anyway;      if  only  he’d  been  smarter  than  to  pull  over  for  her,      in  hopes  of  the  gods  knew  what,       he’d  still  be  alive.      she  only  cares  for  what  benefits  her,     anyway,         and  the  car  does  her  more  good  than  the  man’s  life  does.

ace  beats  her  to  the  driver  side,       earning  a  scoff  from  her  part,         though  she  still  climbs  into  the  backseat  nonetheless,      only  voicing  her  complaint  once  they’re  in  the  safety  of  the  cooled  vehicle.       ‘       we’re  letting  the  sleep - deprived  insomniac  drive.     that’s  great.       ’         already,      she’s  leaning  over,     angling  herself  to  catch  a  glimpse  of  herself  in  the  mirror,       brushing  all  remaining  dust  from  the  bull  from  darkened  locks.          “       falling  asleep  at  the  wheel,      fixing  your  makeup  in  the  rear-view  mirror ––––           it’s  the  same  thing.       ”        mikayla’s  jaw  sets,       brows  furrowing  into  a  scowl,      only  to  smooth  out  for  the  sake  of  preventing  wrinkles.        ‘         gods,      you’re  insufferable.       anyway ––––       who’s  hungry?      i  talked  some  guy  into  giving  me  a  couple  hundred  dollars  earlier,       so  it’s  on  me.      except  for  you,     emerson.      you  can  starve.      ’

[lethalovea]

leftoverfear.

❝   hey,    you’re  lucky  either  way.     i  actually  have  REASON  to  compliment  you.      i  mean,     most  of  the  time,   ❞       she  teases,     bright  grin  painting  her  lips.       her  eyes  scan  the  room,     head  nodding  slowly.        ❝   sounds  exactly  like  sinema.     except    —–    add  completely  rude  and  disrespectful  to  the  description.      that  wraps  them  all  up,   ❞       she  mutters.       she  blinks  a  bit  too  rapidly  as  mikayla  mentions  kissing  them,      her  mind  instantly  starting  to  wonder  just  how  many  boys  she’s  kissed  here  and  how  many   of  them  had  held  her  interest  at  all     (     is  it  selfish  she  hopes  the  latter  is  NONE?    )        ❝  —–   yeah,     i  bet.     i’ve  never  done  that.   just   —–   kissed  someone  random.     i  don’t  even  think  that  i  could.     i’d  probably  start  LAUGHING  in  the  middle  of  it  because  i  felt  so  weird.     ❞      and  she’s  only  really  good  at  sharing  intimate  moments  like  that  with  people  she  cares  about. 

for  a  moment,    it’s  as  if  they’re  in  their  own  bubble,    one  that  hayden  doesn’t  wish  to  leave   anytime  soon.      she’s  enamored  by  the  kiss,     so  much  so  that  she’s  able  to  convince  herself  it’s  really  not  just  something  they’re  doing;     rather,    it’s  something  maybe  both  parties  has  wanted  to  do  for  some  time  now.      could  that  be  true?     could  mikayla  really  be  putting  in  an  effort  beyond  just  pushing  some  boys  away  they  clearly  don’t  care  about?      as  she  pulls  away,     she  tries  to  talk  herself  out  of  that  thought.     still,    the  shaky  hand  that  rests  in  her  hand  hasn’t  come  down  from  the  high.     her  eyes  remain  closed,     as  if  afraid  that  when  she  opens  them,     she  might  have  to  face  what’s  left  of  them.        it’s  not  until  she  hears  her  voice  that  she  actually  opens  her  eyes  to  be  met  with  hers,     cheeks  covered  in  a  blush  and  breath  shaky.       ❝    right,    no  big  deal,   ❞      she  mutters,     a  smile  tugging  at  the  corners  of  her  lips  as  she  makes  no  effort  to  pull  away.     ❝   and  is  it  still  no  big  deal  if  i    .    .    .   ❞        she  pauses,    clearing  her  throat.       ❝   —-   if  i  said  i  wouldn’t  hate  doing  that  again?   ❞ 

‘       what  do  you  mean,      most  of  the  time?        ’       she  scoffs,      though  her  defense  is  mostly  feigned.      another  frown  momentarily  graces  glossed  lips,       a  heated  lump  of  irritation  developing  amidst  her  throat.       ‘        gross.      when’s  your  next  shift?       –––– i’ll  come  with.        ’           she  knows  that  hayden’s  fully  capable  of  standing  up  for  herself,     but  although  mikayla’s  never  had  a  real  job  of  her  own,      she  imagines  that  doing  so  would  be  difficult  if  she  planned  to  keep  it;       but  mikayla  wouldn’t  have  to  worry  about  censoring  herself.      and  even  if  driving  all  disrespectful  boys  away  from  the  other  for  one  night  won’t  fix  things  permanently,      maybe  it’s  a  start.     and  maybe  mikayla  just  wants  a  reason  to  be  around  her  more.       she’s  comforted  by  the  knowledge  that  hayden  doesn’t  go  around  kissing  just  anyone,      even  if  it  is  rather  hypocritical  of  her  to  feel  that  way,      given  the  way  mikayla  spends  most  nights;       but  none  of  the  boys  she  kisses  ever  matter  to  her.      it’s  rare  that  she  ever  thinks  about  them  again,      much  less  speaks  to  them.        

for  the  most  part,       she’s  completely  forgotten  that  they’re  still  in  public,      so  she  couldn’t  care  less  about  whether  or  not  the  act  warns  boys  away  from  them  or  not.      even  after  they’ve  stopped,      she’s  blind  to  the  world  around  them,      only  capable  of  focusing  on  hayden,     her  mind  still  cloudy,       stuck  in  a  daze  no  other  kiss  has  ever  put  her  in.     she  knows  she  should  be  pulling  away  completely  now,      should  act  like  it  meant  nothing  to  her,      but  it’s  difficult  when  they’re  this  close  after  what  feels  like  ages  of  only  wishing  for  this.      instead,     the  grip  she  has  on  hayden’s  hand  only  tightens,      as  if  suggesting  that  she  doesn’t  want  to  let  this  go.        ‘        it ––––          it  would  be  weird  if  you  didn’t  want  to  kiss  me  again.     i  mean,     it’s  me.         ’        though  her  words  are  confident,      her  voice  shakes,     obviously  nervous  even  after  the  kiss.       her  gaze  lowers  to  hayden’s  mouth  once  more.         ‘        i      .  .  .        i   wouldn’t  mind  doing  it  again  either.      just,     um ––––       ’      as  irrational  as  it  might  be,      she  can’t  help  the  fear  that  runs  through  her  at  the  thought  of  what  her  father  might  do  if  he  found  out;      but  she  tries  to  convince  herself  that  it  doesn’t  matter,      because  she  left  him  behind  years  ago.        ‘       don’t  tell  anyone  i  said  that.       ’

[lethalovea]

mikayla  desousa  aesthetic.      her  voice  left  a  flavor  of  honey  and  gunpowder  on  the  air.

[lethalovea]

redsatinsheets:

you know what’s sad? the fact that im too good for any man i will ever meet. tragic.

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[lethalovea]

leftoverfear.

❝    —-    then  i  don’t  mind  telling.   ❞       whatever  she  wants  to  hear,     she’s  happy  to  give  it  to  her,     especially  if  it’s  something  like  this.       ❝   but  if  you’re  just  hanging  out  with  me  so  i’ll  feed  you  compliments  constantly,      i  might  have  to reconsider  this,   ❞       she  teases.     of  course,    she’ll  never  have  a  reason  to  reconsider.     she  values  the  time  she  spends  with  her  and  doesn’t  want  that  to  change,     but  she  holds  back,    afraid  to  say  too  much  and  sometimes  saying  too  little  because  of  it.      ❝   you’re  right,   ❞      she  agrees,    almost  all  too  quickly.     but  she’s  not  afraid  to  admire  it,     having  no  shame  for  thinking  her  friend  is  attractive.     ❝   i  don’t  really  know.     i’ve  never  done  that,   ❞       she  admits.       ❝   like  i  said   —-    going  out  on  the  hunt  for  some  guy  to  entertain  me  just  isn’t  really  my  thing.     i’m  here  because  you  are.    ❞          

she  won’t  pull  away  first,    it’s  what  she  keeps  telling  herself   —–    even  if  her  breath  is  already  being  stolen  away  and  she  can  feel  her  hand  shaking  against  hers.      her  fingers  move  along  her  neck,    fingertips  brushing  against  her  hair  as  her  thumb  continues  to  rub  along  her  jaw.     body  presses  up  against  hers  just  barely,    the  way  her  lips  move  against  hers  slightly  hungrier  as  she  continues.     if  it  doesn’t  matter,     if  it’s  no  big  deal,     it  shouldn’t  be  this  easy  to  forget  where  they  are  and  get  lost  in  their  own  little  bubble,     but  she’s  doing  it  anyway,     focusing  all  her  energy  on  mikayla  and  refusing  to  let  anything  surrounding  them  stop  her  from  doing  what  she’s  wanted  to  do  for  too  long  now. 

‘      awh,     you caught me.      that’s definitely  the  only  reason  i  hang  out  with  you.      ’       the  sarcasm  that  so  obviously  laces  her  tone  suggests  the  ingenuity  of  her  words.     despite  how  hungry  mikayla’s  ego  seems  to  be,      that’s  far  from  the  reason  she  enjoys  being  around  the  other.       ‘        honestly?       you’re  smart  not  to.      every  boy  i’ve  met  at   a  place  like  this  reeks  of  desperation  and  too  much  cologne.       half  of  them  can’t  kiss  to  save  their  life,      either.      ’        and  still  she  comes  back  for  more  against  her  better  judgement,       as  if  every  night  spent  with  some  boy  at  a  club  isn’t  the  same;      at  least  with  hayden,      she  knows  it’ll  be  different.      for  once,     she’ll  genuinely  enjoy  herself.

and  enjoying  herself  is  exactly  what  she’s  doing  as  she  kisses  her,       veins  injected  with  a  feeling  of  euphoria  that’s  otherwise  unfamiliar  to  her.       she  wasn’t  supposed  to  like  it  this  much;       she  wasn’t  supposed  to  do  anything  other  than  prove  to  herself  that  her  feelings  for  the  other  are  strictly  platonic,       but  she’s  failed  miserably  at  that.       it’s  all  she  can  do  to  keep  from  pulling  hayden  away,     tempted  to  drag  her  off  to  somewhere  more  private,      and  it’s  when  that  thought  crosses  her  mind  that  she  stops,       lips  parting  despite  how  badly  she  wishes  to  keep  kissing  her.         she’s  still  mere  breaths  away  from  the  other’s  face,      as  if  she  can’t  bear  to  part  entirely,      her  breaths  coming  out  in  soft  pants,      face  flushed  a  deep  shade  of  red.       she’s  never  been  left  speechless  after  a  kiss  before,      but  now  she  struggles  for  words,        as  if  she’s  forgotten  how  to  form  them.      it’s  a  long  moment  before  she’s  capable  of  speech,     and  even  then,      her  voice  cracks,     raising  a  few  octaves.         ‘      yeah.     no  big  deal.      ’

[lethalovea]

[lethalovea]

rebuy:

*jokingly hits on you but means it 100%*

[lethalovea]

sunbruise.

❝    it’s  worth  seeing  you  two  fight .   she’d  rather  be  trampled  to  death ,   though .    ❞       he  did  not  speak  with  a  bite ,   rather  nonchalance  and  disinterest .     they  had  crossed  the  forest  and  arrived  near  a  barely  visible  road ,    and  the  only  way  that  had  been  evident  was  because  of  the  faint  glow  that  emitted  from  kenneth .    other  than  that ,    the  sky  seemed  content  being  eerily  dark .    nearing  the  other  boy  was  familiar  by  now ,       because  he  didn’t  have  to  pause  to  consider  his  blade  or  doubt  his  loyalty .       even  more  so ,      he  considered  disappearing  at  the  first  sign  that  she  was  not  paying  attention  to  their  whereabouts  and  wondered  if  ace  would  abandon  her  as  quickly  as  he  would  right  about  now .       

he  was  stained  by  blood  and  his  muscles  were  fatigued ,      wanting  nothing  more  than  the  comfort  of  a  shower  and  camp  jupiter  and  a  friend  who  did  not  wish  immediate  death  upon  him .        ❝    you  can  go  back ,     i  guess .     we  don’t  mind .    ❞      neither  did  sonja .    it  was  clear  in  more  ways  that  one  that  the  duo’s  presence  only  played  into  mikayla’s  contempt ,   and  she  did  not  seem  one  bit  pleased  that  they  were  united .    whether  it  was  bad  for  her  or  them ,   was  up  for  toss .

“      really?      i’d  love  to  arrange  that  for  you,     princess.      ”         if  mikayla  didn’t  regret  following  ken  before,      she  definitely  does  now.     the  boy’s  comment  is  met  with  nothing  more  than  an  irritated  scowl,      defined  brows  knitting  together  as  her  foot  crushes  ace’s  own.      he  only  reacts  with  an  irritated  grimace,       but  considering  this  is  the  very  same  boy  tattooed  with  gruesome  scars,        mikayla  didn’t  expect  much  more.        she’s  familiar  with  the  murderous  glare  that  shines  in  the  tallest’s  eyes,       but  she  only  greets  the  glare  with  a  beaming  grin,      trusting  that  she’s  too  beautiful  for  him  to  consider  harming.      hopefully.

‘        unless  you  two  want  to  walk  home,       i’m  the  best  chance  you  have  at  getting  a  ride.      nobody  in  their  right  mind  would  stop  for  either  of  you.        ’       a  glance  is  tossed  ace’s  way,      accompanied  by  a  frown.      ‘      since  for  some  reason,      your  camaro’s  never  around  when  it’s  convenient.      ’          though  she’s  decided to  block  out  ace’s  voice,      deciding  that  ken  is  the  least  annoying  of  the  pair,      he  comments,      “       i  wouldn’t  let  you  in  it  anyway.      ”       there’s  a  lingering  thought  that  if  she  really  wanted  in  the  vehicle,       her  words  would  leave  him  with  little  choice,       but  it’s  a  waste  of  breath  to  argue  with  him.      mikayla  starts  toward  the  road,     intentionally  tugging  her  tattered  shirt  down  until  even  more  cleavage  is  shown,      touseling  her  hair  back.         ‘       when  some  pathetic  âne  stops  for  me,      one  of  you  are  going  to  have  to  toss  him  out.          ’        with  the  power  of  pursuasion  that  exists  in  his  tongue,       there’s  really  no  need  for  violence,      but  she  figures  it  might  amuse  them.      children.

[lethalovea]

leftoverfear.

❝    like  i  said,     i  won’t  do  it  for  just  anyone.    ❞      it’s  a  small  hint  that  there’s  a  reason   audrey  has  no  issue  giving  up  free  tickets  to  her.        she’s  quick  to  notice  the  way  her  face  floods,     almost  worrying  that  she’s  said  too  much  or  taken  it  too   far,     but  as  she  replays  her  words  in  her  head,     she  decides  that  maybe  it’s  the  opposite,      that  mikayla  likes  the  idea    (    and  for  audrey’s  sake,     she  hopes  that’s  the  case.    )         she  almost  finishes  the  sentence  for  her    —–    DATE,     but  as  soon  as  her  mouth  opens,     mikayla’s  finishing  it  off  herself.        ❝   yeah,     dude,    it’ll  be  fun.       all  the  popcorn  you  can  eat,    too.     on  me.   ❞        on  the  house,     but  it’s  more  personal  if  she  insists  it’s  thanks  to  her.        she  rolls  her  eyes,     head  shaking  slightly.       ❝   yeah,    lucky  for  me,     i  usually  know  how  to  pick  my  dates  well.  ❞         not  that  THIS  is  a  date     (    if  it  was,      audrey  would  go  above  and  beyond  for  her    —–    the  theater  isn’t  the  place  to  do  that  well.    )        ❝    but  hey,    i’ll  make  note  of  that.      apparently  no  one  else  has.   ❞

‘      that’s  a  relief.      i’d  hate  to  be  just  one  out  of  many  girls  you’ve  given  a  free  ticket  to.       ’         although  she  sounds  teasing,      there  is  some  truth  to  her  words,       feeling  an  inexplicable  sense  of  annoyance  from  the  thought  of  audrey  watching  a  movie  alone  with  anyone  else.      maybe  she’s  just  a  territorial  person,       even  when  it  comes  to  people  that  are  clearly  nothing  more  than  a  friend.        ‘        there’s  no  such  thing  as  picking  a  good  date  when  all  you  date  are  boys.         ’       she  knows  that’s  not  entirely  true;        not  all  boys  are  self-absorbed  and  arrogant,        but  those  she  wastes  her  time  with  typically  are.        it’s  her  fault,         because  she  already  knows  their  type  before  they  even  open  their  mouths,         but  so  long  as  they  look  good  next  to  her,       she  doesn’t  matter.      she’s  not  really  interested  in  any  of  them,       regardless  of  whether  they’re  good  or  not.             ‘        why  would  you ––––       ’         she’s  cut  off  with  a  nervous  laugh,       one  she  tries  to  mask  as  humor.          ‘          why  would  you  make  note  of  that  unless  you  want  to ––––          never  mind.       ’

[lethalovea]

sunbruise.

the  funny  thing  was ,     he  had  let  his  weapon  slip  away  purposefully .      mikayla  pulled  it  to  her  side  and  used  it  to  butcher  the  bull  thoroughly ,      its  metal  parts  scrambling  around  with  electric  wires  flailing  like  vine  traps .      sparks  flew  near  her  ankles  but  she  seemed  wholly  unbothered  by  the  demise  of  the  robotic  creature ,     and  when  silence  fell  and  their  faces  were  met  once  more ,     he  shifted  onto  his  heels  and  strode  forward .     in  one  swap ,     he  snatched  his  death  swinger  back  and  furrowed  his  brows ,     an  irritated  glance  around  the  bronze  shards  of  the  beast  and  then  the  signature ,   disinterested  stare  towards  the  girl .        ❝    okay .    ❞

a  glance  around ,   and  his  hearing  confirmed  there  was  no  immediate  threat  in  their  surroundings .   with  the  colchis  bulls  decapitated  and  dismantled ,   it  left  them  with  remnants  that  could  prove  useful .   with  the  edge  of  his  scythe’s  blade  he  crouched  beside  the  fallen  parts  and  wafted  the  mechanics  around  until  he  found  bronze  and  silver  at  the  heart  of  the  beast .      around  the  neck  side  and  throat  were  nails  of  gold .   stuffing  them  into  his  pocket ,   he  rose  to  his  full  height  and  shook  his  scythe ,   and  with  a  small  gleam  it  reverted  back  into  a  set  of  dog  tags .   winding  them  around  his  neck ,    he  edged  back  towards  the  forest .       ❝     you  coming  ?    wolves  around  here .    might  eat  you  alive .     ❞

to  his  delight ,   sonja  wheeled  into  sight  just  a  few  steps  from  the  colchis  chaos  to  prove  his  point ,   incase  his  companion  assumed  he  was  frightening  her  for  kicks .    always  the  unfriendly ,    the  white  wolf  circled  around  the ��lot  with  her  sharp  teeth  snapping  towards  mikayla .   she  did  not  behave  completely  ushered  even  as  kenneth’s  fingers  found  the  fur  at  the  back  of  her  neck ,    craning  her  interest  elsewhere  before  her  stomach  growled  a  bit  too  much  with  excitement .   her  impatient  demeanour  confirmed  something  else ,   too .      ❝    ace  must  be  near  by .    let’s  go  before  something  else  shows  up .    ❞

with  the  threat  of  the  bull  gone,       her  attention  is  quick  to  shift  back  to  something  far  more  important,     fingers  carding  through  her  hair,      acting  as  the  closest  thing  to  a  brush  she  has  as  of  right  now.        she’ll  steal  one  somewhere  soon  enough.       only  faintly  does  she  hear  kenneth’s  warning,      clearly  uninterested,      convinced  she  could  easily  take  care  of  herself.        even  when  the  boy’s  wolf  emerges  from  the  forest,        she  only  responds  with  a  brief  tensing  of  her  muscles,       hand  drawing  the  slightest  bit  nearer  to  her  pocket,      holding  the  tube  of  lipstick  that  would  easily  morph  back  into  her  knife  once  more  if  need  be.

her  hand  abandons  mass  of  dark  curls  once  she’s  satisfied  enough,       reddened  lips  curling  into  a  frown  of  distaste  at  the  mention  of  the  other  boy,        one  even  more  intolerable  than  the  one  standing  before  her  now.          ‘       on  second  thought,      i’d  love  to  wait  here.       i’d  rather  be  trampled  to  death  than  deal  with  ace  emerson.       ’        she’s  joking,    for  the  most  part,      though  there  are  times  when  death  sounds  more  inviting  than  the  misery  that  cloaks  the  other  boy.     still,     she  starts  forward  anyway,      deciding  that  if  she  were  to  die,       it  would  be  when  her  hair  was  properly  fixed.

it  doesn’t  take  long  until  they  stumble  upon  the  other  demigod,      ace  looking  as  brooding  and  arrogant  as  ever.        mikayla’s  lips  part  to  voice  her  own  irritation,      but  the  tallest  demigod  beats  her  to  it.          “        fuck,       why’d  you  have  to  bring  her?         ”        the  daughter  of  aphrodite’s  eyes  roll,        a  hand  reaching  to  pinch  at  the  bridge  of  her  nose.      dealing  with  ken  was  headache-inducing  enough  as  it  is;       adding  ace  to  the  only  equation  only  worsens  it.        ‘       i’m  starting  to  miss  the  bull.      ’

[lethalovea]

the world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold.

[lethalovea]

leftoverfear.

head  tilts  up  slightly,     mind  dissecting  each  of  her  words,     always  reading  into  everything  a  little  too  far    (    but  only  because  she  wants  to  give  herself  a  reason  to  feel  what  she’s  feeling,      so  maybe  she  won’t  feel  so  crazy.    )        ❝    yeah,    but   —-      my  opinion  doesn’t  really  matter.   ❞        does  it?       she  can’t  imagine  why  it  would,     even  if  it  might  matter  to  her,     knowing  that  she  valued  her  thoughts  that  way.         ❝   i  mean,     wouldn’t  you  be  more  interested  in  what  any  guy  in  here  thinks  —–   ?   ❞        not  even  she  would  be  if  her  mind  wasn’t  already  preoccupied  with  her.      but  still,      she’s  only  trying  to  talk  herself  out  of  all  of  this,     telling  herself  that  mikayla  could  find  anyone  else  that  holds  her  interest  more  than  her.

she  notices  the  way  her  face  darkens  slightly,    her  own  following.     maybe  if  they  share  one  kiss,     something  simple,     she  can  put  all  these  thoughts  to  rest  and  convince  herself  it’s  all  just  in  her  head.      that’s  all  she  needs,      she  keeps  telling  herself.      ❝   that’s  what  people  come  here  to  do,      right?     kiss  other  people,      forget  about  it  the  next  day?   ❞       except  she  won’t  forget.      she  could  never  forget   any  moment  with  mikayla,     especially  one  like  that    —–    a  kiss,    the  first  one  of  what  she  hopes  might  be  many,     but  she  won’t  expect  too  much.      she  gulps  hard  as  she’s  tugged  in  closer,     lips  quietly  letting  out  a  gasp  as  their  lips  crash  together.      her  hand  finds  her  neck,    thumb  lightly  brushing  against  his  jaw  as  she  kisses  her  back.      heart  beats  all  too  quickly,     her  face  sure  to  be  covered  in  a  dark  shade  of  red  whenever  they  pull  away.     but  she  doesn’t  plan  on  letting  that  happen  anytime  soon,     making  an  effort  to  deepen  the  kiss  and  make  the  most  of  it  while  it  lasts,     lips  meshing  against  hers  and  attempting  to  hold  back  the  smile  that  desperately  wants  to  form.

‘       please.       if  it  didn’t  matter,      i  wouldn’t  ask.       ’       she  hopes  it  sounds  like  a  general  statement,     as  if  it  applies  to  everybody,     although  really,     it  doesn’t.      so  often  she’s  asked  for  validation  from  people  whose  opinions  she  didn’t  genuinely  care  for,     but  she  does  care  for  hayden’s.       ‘       uh,    yeah,    no.       i  could  find  a  stupid  boy  anywhere.      there’s  only  one  of  you.        besides,     if  they  don’t  think  i’m  hot,       they’re  probably  blind.       ’             translation:     mikayla  only  cares  about  what  hayden  thinks,     not  anyone  else.      not  in  this  particular  moment,      anyway.           ‘       yeah,     i  guess  that’s  what  they  do.        ’        it’s  what  she  does,      though  it’s  usually  out  of  a  pathetic  attempt  to  get  herself  to  feel  something,      as  if  she  might  finally  find  a  boy  capable  of  making  her  feel  the  way  she  does  now;       so  far,      it’s  only  been  the  other  girl  that’s  able  to   create  the  mesh  of  butterflies  in  her  stomach.

–––– she’s  kissed  plenty  of  boys  before,        but  they  all  feel  insignificant,     especially  compared  to  this  kiss.      even  her  first  kiss,      shared  with  a  boy  she  could  hardly  even  remember,     dulls  in  comparison;      all  she’d  felt  afterward  was  disappointment  anyway,       all  because  it  didn’t  feel  like  this.       this  wasn’t  supposed  to  mean  anything,     wasn’t  supposed  to  be  anything  more  than  a  way  to  prove  to  herself  that  she  doesn’t  like  girls;      instead,      it’s  the  exact  opposite.        she  doesn’t  want  it  to  end,     even  if  she  knows  it  has  to,       and  so  she  only  pulls  hayden  in  closer,      her  lips  moving  less  tentatively  against  the  other’s,      the  confidence  she  so  often  carries  finding  it’s  way  into  the  kiss.      teeth  graze  against  her  bottom  lip,      her  head  craning  to  the  side  to  further  deepen  the  embrace,     a  soft  sigh  of  relief  released  into  the  kiss.