#this is another night of no sleep so don't overly judge she has another cannon and allthat

[multistoty]

@forevermonsters​

The air tasted like wonder. Like candied butterfly wings caught in sugared spiderwebs, and drunken peaches coated in luck. The scent of magic in the making. Every person has the power to change their fate if they are brave enough to fight for what they desire more than anything. Every good story needs a villain.But the best villains are the ones you secretly like. The moon is a loyal companion.It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections. But there's something about the darkness, the stillness of this hour, I think, that creates a language of its own. There's a strange kind of freedom in the dark; a terrifying vulnerability we allow ourselves at exactly the wrong moment, tricked by the darkness into thinking it will keep our secrets. She was no lamb. She was a lion. Hope as a mixture of the beasts told in stories to scare children into behaving knew that letting out your full monostrocity would only make you the hunted. A mistake is a mere moment though regret was forever.When life becomes difficult. the only source of strength we have is love. Love of others, love of self, love of life in its entirety. We forget our dreams, but our nightmares linger with us evermore. Not everyone gets a true ending. There are two types of endings because most people give up at the part of the story where things are the worst, where the situation feels hopeless. But that’s when hope is needed most. only those who persevere can find their true ending. Dreams that come true can be beautiful, but they can also turn into nightmares when people won't wake up. No one is truly honest. Even if we don't lie to others, we often lie to ourselves. And the word good means different things to different people. Her heart was still a little heavy, but she'd decided carrying it around would only maker her stronger.  The future knows what things we desire, unless there is something greater in our path that chases us away.  He smelled of magic and heartbreak, and something about the combination made her think that despite what he claimed, he wanted to be her hero. He might have been a liar and villain, but he made both things look very good. Her first impression of him, tall, roughly handsome, and dangerous, like poison dressed up in an attractive bottle. Once she had seen him, the annoyed movement of keeping her prey from dying while knowing witnesses could not be let out. But the copper scent of blood was portruding in the air around him and her wolf ears didn’t hear the unruly beat of a heart against the cage of their chest. He seemed about her age though more courted by darkness than she was. Hope had only killed once since turning. And it was the accidental one that flickered her curse. The length between them was cut like a knife through the night as she came closer to the handsome stranger with intellgence in her lives. She was named Hope to be that for her family. A monster always caught between two worlds. never a human, but never one completely sated in the bathing of blood. Yet, snark was her usual means of surviving. The murder of her mother all those years ago still making it hard not to completely hide your heart when faced with someone new, but the internal cut open and stuffed with sunshine version of herself still shined. It had been months since she had sunk her teeth into a living breathing person. It was a true allure of darkness. “Well, well, well, you definitely have neater eating habits than more of our kind. Not that we have some sort of conference. I don’t think I have ever seen someone look so beautiful bathed in the copper tinge of blood. My name is Hope. What about you lover boy?”