londonsfosterage

[londonsfosterage]

       --- For once, this wasn’t Sarah’s heist to organize, the brunette sitting back in her chair, watching Scott fret. “Yeah, just that.” She nodded, as if it were simple. Or it would be, maybe, for someone with a little more...suave. Scott looked like hie was already sweating. “Don’t worry, no one will be looking for ya.” 

londonsfosterage said:“ you look like a real gentleman tonight. “

“Really?” His heart was hammering hard in his chest at the aspect of what they were hoping to accomplish tonight. “So, all I have to do is get into the party, look like I belong there,” a heavy (and shaky) exhale, “and get the book Cosima needs. Then I get out of there.”

[londonsfosterage]

       --- Honestly, going back to the house is tempting. She’d much rather be in there than out here chipping away a concrete. A groan passed her lips, picking up the sledge hammer once again. As much as she’d like to, she can’t leave Alison out here to dig up the body herself. Jesus-- Sarah still couldn’t believe there was a body in Alison’s garage. It was always the quiet ones. “FIne, fine.” She muttered. 

londonsfosterage said:“ are we having a stabbing party or something?! “ 

“Sarah,” Alison admonished. “If you aren’t going to be helpful you can go back into the house.” Even though the bandana covered the lower half of her face, Sarah would still be able to see the annoyed look on her face. “And if you’re going to stay then help me dig.”

[londonsfosterage]

           --- “Wha---” Following the other’s lead, Sarah slunk down in the passenger seat of the car, glancing back at the door they’d been keeping an eye on. They’d been sitting in the car for nearly forty minutes -- far longer than kept Sarah’s interest, but it seemed it was going to pay off. “Wow.” The word was exhaled in surprise, taking in the other clone. Bleached blonde hair, makeup to the max and yeah...Beth’s assumption wasn’t wrong. Either that, or Krystal was wearing one hell of a push-up bra. 

londonsfosterage said to detbethchilds:​❝ it’s starting to rain… ❞

A tired sigh fell from Beth’s lips. Moving her elbow from it’s resting place on the car door, she rubbed at her eyes. “Then I don’t think she’s coming out. Can’t get her perfectly blown out hair wet. We’ll try again tomorrow.” She had just begun to turn the keys in the ignition when the shadow of someone caught her attention. “Sit lower,” she hissed. Following her own words, she slouched in her seat. “And there she is, manicurist to the stars, Krystal Goderitch.” Rolling her eyes she very briefly looked to Sarah. “Definitely had a boob job.”

[londonsfosterage]

lovesjello:

“Pale. Why is-?” She had been about to repeat the question with the correct word when Sarah asked her to give her a minute. Rubbing at the fabric on her shirt anxiously, she sat back on the floor. Her eyes never strayed from her twin.

        --- Thank god Helena didn’t ask the same question a second time, Sarah didn’t think she could handle that. The brunette sat back on her heels, feeling the blonde’s intense gaze on her, but doing her best to ignore it for the moment. “I’ll be fine, Helena.” She muttered, trying to get her sister to relax a least a little. 

[londonsfosterage]

bornmircalla:

“ what can i say?? i felt like being courteous. “ 

she calls from the bedroom, ruined clothing flung into the corner before being replaced by one of sarah’s MANY black t-shirts. that was one of the best things about rooming with the brit; their fashion preferences were totally compatible, meaning carmilla’s wardrobe was essentially doubled. “ any of your sisters coming this time?? “ the vampire asks upon entering the room, grabbing a rag from the counter on her way. she tosses it to the floor, right in a pool of blood, and swirls it around with her foot— her laziest attempt at cleaning to date.

        --- “Nah, just Kira.” Sarah needed to spend some quality time with her daughter. As much as she loved her sisters, it was easy to sometimes feel crowded by them - especially since growing up it had just been her, Fe and Mrs S. Suddenly, Cosima, Helena, Alison... No, today it was just her and Kira - and Fe if he wanted to stay, but Sarah got the impression he had his own plans. Eyes narrowed at the vampire’s attempt at cleaning, though she said nothing. “Can’t yer contain your feeding to the bathroom or somethin’?” At least then they could just hose off the tiles. 

[londonsfosterage]

@healerclone    ||   [ cont ]

        --- “I didn’t know there were sprinklers.” Though, it was a reasonable guess, but a fact she’d left out at the time. She’d been under a bit of pressure.. At Krystal’s disgust, Sarah’s own brow furrowed. “It’s clean.” Or so she thought, lifting the shirt to her nose, sniffing it. Well, clean enough. And more importantly, it wasn’t wet. 

[londonsfosterage]

“I’m not wearing that.” (healerclone)

@healerclone   ||   four word prompts   ||  always accepting !!

          — “Fine,” Hand offering the set of clothes dropped, Sarah shrugging. “If yer want to stay in ya went clothes…” Who was she to insist the other clone change? It’s not like she was a child, she could make her own silly decisions. 

[londonsfosterage]

bornmircalla:

don’t let her punk rock hoe image fool you. sarah exudes so much ‘ mom energy ‘ that even carmilla, despite being three centuries old and impossibly lazy, can’t help but feel a bit guilty under her gaze. she gets up with a huff ( and a not so subtle roll of her eyes ). were this any other time, she probably would’ve put up a bigger fight, stalled a little longer. but kira is a cute kid and the vampire likes her enough to not want to traumatize her with such a sight.“ FINE— let me get changed first and i’ll take care of it. i can borrow one of your shirts, right?? “

       --- “Oh ya’r asking this time?” That was a first. Too often that question was answered when Sarah found the other already in her shirt. “Fine, yeah, whatever.” A dismissive shake of her head. She’d eventually take something of Carmilla’s, probably out of a pile of clean washing --- things were rarely put away. The vampire disappearing, thick kitchen gloves were pulled onto Sarah’s hands, stack of sponges gathered from beneath the sink. Because as much as she expected Carmilla to clean it up, she couldn’t just sit around and watch. 

[londonsfosterage]

@lovesjello   ||   [ cont ]

        --- “Pale.” The correction comes instinctively now, like teaching a child. Hand still in her hair, she takes a breath in a feeble attempt to steady herself. “Just give me a minute.” She muttered, mind still working through her thoughts. 

[londonsfosterage]

You know, maybe it’s time I just embraced my clonage… went on Oprah.

[londonsfosterage]

witchyd:

dvoyd.

“we’re all killers. we’ve all killed parts of ourselves to survive. we’ve all got blood on our hands. something somewhere had to die so we could stay alive.”

— if memories could bleed, if dreams could scream | m.a.w

[londonsfosterage]

@bornmircalla   ||   [ cont ]

       --- “Ya worse than a bloody child.” True too; Kira occasionally left her jacket on the floor, but she rarely made a complete mess of the place. Carmilla, on the other hand. “Christ, it looks like a bloody crime scene.” The brunette picked her path carefully, avoiding stepping in the blood. After the last few years and everything she’d been through with her sisters, the sight of blood wasn’t so frightening any more, though it was still disgusting. “’Ow about you clean it up now? Fe is bringing Kira over.” 

[londonsfosterage]

“Please talk to me.”

@lovesjello  ||  four word prompts ||  always accepting !!

         — “Helena, not now.” The words were exasperated, strained. She was trying to think. But the world was so loud, and so many thoughts kept swarming through her head. Her stomach was nauseous, Sarah wondering if throwing up would make things better or worse. Having Helena nagging at her, however, definitely wasn’t helping. 

[londonsfosterage]

sestragif:

Sarah for @punk-rock-science

[londonsfosterage]

“I can’t trust you.”

@bleediingsoul  ||  four word prompts ||  always accepting !!

        — “Yeah, well I don’t trust you either.” With all the bullshit that happened in her life, could anyone blame her? At this point, Sarah trusted no one except her family. And the man standing across from her was far from that. Lips formed a hard line, nose flaring with her outward breath. Why were things always so complicated? 

[londonsfosterage]

tags. finally !!

[londonsfosterage]

ghostling:

Four Word . Prompts

“Please, come with me.”

“You’re always number one.”

“I can’t do this.”

“I won’t let you.”

“Maybe I’m just crazy.”

“I’m not even sorry.”

“Honestly, just stop it.”

“I believe in you.”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Who were you with?”

“Please talk to me.”

“I can’t trust you.”

“I need you, though.”

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“So, it was you.”

“I need to go.”

“Just stay with me.”

“You can trust me.”

“Alright, I love you.”

“I’m sorry, but no.”

“Will you help me?”

“You’re a terrible cook.”

“Can you shut up!?”

“You love me, right?”

“I really need you.”

“I don’t love you.”

“I’m not doing this.”

“I really need you.”

“You don’t want me.”

“Let me help you.”

“You’re such a bitch.”

“I can’t do this.”

“You think you’re funny?”

“Hey, I said stop!”

“Will you marry me?”

“Wanna go out sometime?”

“I don’t want this.”

“You always this quiet?”

“Are you fucking insane!?”

“I don’t want you.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

“This was never right.”

“You look really tired.”

“I’m out of here.”

“You need to go.”