sloanemalice-blog

[sloanemalice-blog]

pretty face ;

Sloane wasn’t good at this anymore. She used to be amazing at dating, charming and smiling all through high school and never without a boyfriend. Even during those first years, when her mother had pushed her into a service she had never been interested in, Sloane was still able to maintain some sort of relationship—any sort of relationship, romantic or otherwise. 

As she watched the man get up from across the table, knowing that whatever minor relationship they might have been starting was now over, she couldn’t even bring herself to be sad about it. Instead, she just pulled out her notepad, her coffee still untouched next to her as she started to write a list. 

                                               1. Breathe                                                2. Don’t be afraid.                                                 3. Tell yourself you are better than him                                                4. Visit your mother???  ??                                                5. Read something.                                                6. Remember that you are more than a PRETTY FACE. 

That last item would always be the hardest for her—years of being told that she was nothing but a face to be used and thrown away, Sloane had never considered herself to be of much substance underneath her high cheekbones and red lips. She was always told this, that she was nothing. 

                                                7. Breathe.                                                  8. Breathe more.                                                 9. Cry  DO NOT CRY.                                                10. Touch yourself.                                                11. Enjoy it. ( Pretend?? )                                                 12. Sleep. **Valium optional.

It’s obvious to anyone looking at her that’s she struggling with something, though she tried to keep her face impassive as she sat there alone in the diner. Sloane stared at the neat, cursive scrawl across the page, a numbered list an effort to organize her thoughts into some sort of stream that made sense, rather than the confused mess they always made in her head. 

                                               13. Breathe.

[sloanemalice-blog]

Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Phenomena 

Fucking amazing song.

omfg.

[sloanemalice-blog]

colors // halsey

[sloanemalice-blog]

If you can make me laugh , my heart is yours . I think there’s nothing more attractive than someone who doesn’t take themselves too seriously .

[sloanemalice-blog]

ripperdxc:

  Vincent gave her a brief nod in acknowledgement before trailing after her like an old lost hound. Which he very much was. “What brought yo–” He stopped himself, knew full well that his curiosity could sometimes get the better of him ahead of being polite and tolerable. “Nevermind…” He spoke softly as if worried he might disturb the tentative balance. “Seem to know the city well, would I be wrong to assume you’re a local?”

Sloane walked with purpose, as if she owned this city and its inhabitants—or, at least, as if she had the self-confidence of ten men rolled into one person. that was how she had been for a long time now, and she had learned, all those years ago, that holding herself as if she could command the room would let her command the room. “I grew up here,” she replied. “In the Flats, actually.”

[sloanemalice-blog]

Sloane’s head tilted, and she felt the weight of the knife tucked up her sleeve and wondered if it would be enough. A breath passed her lips and her eyebrow quirked upwards slightly as she surveyed the man in front of her. “Hmm. So they can.” He talked like he owned this place, and that didn’t sit well with Sloane. She pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders, the woolen collar coming up against her cheeks. “As do I. Doesn’t mean that it will always work for me rather than against me.”

13′s not entirely sure he’s ever looked ‘lost’ in his life– ( jericho, maybe, but not the hulking mass of a man that was the rather formidable solo ) –though he does give a brief glance behind him, making sure the address is not directed at another…

apparently not.

“looks can be deceiving.”

head tilts, and there’s the briefest flicker of amusement.  wondering who might be quite so foolhardy as to decide that challenging him - on these streets, born, bred, bled upon - might be ‘the best thing’.

“i make my own favour.  more people should try it.”

[sloanemalice-blog]

He seemed interesting to Sloane. What it was, she wasn’t sure, but she jerked her head. “I’m going that way. Come on.” 

  “The Flats,” he repeated, inquisitive if only because he couldn’t quite believe he’d wandered that far. There’re unsavoury characters everywhere in the city. Instead of announcing such thoughts he asked something of use. That could possibly help him return home without having to struggle with a nearby data point. “Would you be able to point back towards the med center?”

[sloanemalice-blog]

one-eyed-q:

  Q was beaming at her when he caught exactly where her gaze lingered. Still a tad infuriated by her insistence that he was small but played ignorant to that now and slinked closer to her all gaudy smiles and outlandish confidence. “Hey, hey, speaking perfect fucking English here. Oppure preferite parlo in questo modo?” He’s close enough now that he need only lean forwards a few inches to be nose to nose. He’d never been one to abide personal space. “Why so serious? C’mon let’s go have some fun.”

Sloane put a hand up and pushed him back—hard. “Don’t come that close to me again.” She had been around enough men thinking that they could come up in her personal space and take advantage of her, and she wasn’t going to let some random guy on the street behave that way. “Keep walking. Why should I care if you get shot?”

[sloanemalice-blog]

“Oh, sorry,” she replied, looking him over and letting her eyes linger over his crotch for a moment before flicking them back up meet his eyes with a smirk on her face. Her eyebrow raised. “My mistake.” Sloane rolled her eyes. “You could at least try to converse in a fashion that I can understand without a translator.”

  “Small prick? Small? The fuck no I ain’t.” The larger the ego the easier it could be bruised, popped, Q huffed and wrinkled his nose at her. Dismissing such nonsense with a flick of his wrist. “Bigger than your’s.” There was humour there that masked the fragile outer shell to his delicate ego. Both terribly easy to break if you knew how to push past his smirks and half-assed remarks. “Ain’t seen you around here before, sure you ain’t lost?”

[sloanemalice-blog]

“The Flats,” she replied, tilting her head. “You’ll find all sorts of unsavory characters here.”

  “Favour?” He repeated, tone full of his inevitable confusion that nearly always drew in his eyebrows down. “Suppose I am a little lost…what part might that be?”

[sloanemalice-blog]

“I don’t think I offered you help anywhere in there, darling, and even if I did, you’re free to decline.”

‘’What?Um,thank you.But I don’t need your help.’’Elli said quietly, worry turning her expression and making her look far younger than she was.’’ Maybe you should worry about yourself.‘’When she spoke, it would’ve probably come off as mocking if she didn’t sound more amused.

[sloanemalice-blog]

“You’re the one with the small prick, right?” Don’t even try to beat around the bush, Sloane, jeez. Perhaps it was that night in particular, but she wasn’t interested in any sort of conversation with someone who thought he was a much bigger deal than he was.

  “Believe me I ain’t lost and hey, hey what’s that supposed to mean? You ain’t heard of me before? One Eye?” He gestured to the obscene glowing optic. “Works in my favour all the time.”

[sloanemalice-blog]

“You seem lost. In this part of town, that’s probably not the best thing to be.” She looked them over. “Certainly wouldn’t work in your favor.”